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SCP-6710

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SCP-6710 can be seen at the top right. Photo taken during the transfer of MTF Delta-9 to Site-32. Item: SCP-6710 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6710 manifestations should be monitored by the Mobile Task Force Delta-9 ("Katledoiscope Cloud"). In the event of an occurrence affecting a multitude of people, a process of disinformation and amnestization of those involved should be carried out as necessary. In locations where SCP-6710 manifestations are more frequent, security perimeters should be established to ensure that no civilian witnesses SCP-6710 manifestations. Description: SCP-6710 is a feline entity resembling a large Felis catus with whitish fur that inhabits the terrestrial troposphere1. It is able to levitate indefinitely by anomalous methods, with the ability to stay above the cluster of clouds. SCP-6710 has proven to be able to dematerialize and enter what has been called "Inactive State", and can stay in this state for approximately one to two years. When it enters "Active State" SCP-6710 appears in a location apparently selected2. 70 manifestations have been detected in the last 50 years. The exact length of SCP-6710 has been impossible to determine due to the inability to approach it without disappearing; however, it is estimated that it can be 1.3 kilometers long. Attempts to view SCP-6710 using satellites and other methods from areas above the troposphere have resulted in blurred and inaccessible images. Through several interviewing sessions with SCP-6710, it has been determined that the subject is, to some point, aware of its environment and how it is affected by it. When it approaches areas with an abundant human population, it has demonstrated to be able to pick out those who are able to visualize it, while the other subjects will only notice a cloud that they commonly describe as "Longer than usual". The way it chooses these individuals is still under investigation. The Foundation's records and archives date the first sightings of SCP-6710 around 1950, when a sailor reported the sighting of "a huge cat in the clouds" off the coast of the United Kingdom. His companions denied it, explaining that the subject had spent "too much time in the solitude of the ocean". Other sightings have been recorded and dismissed as anomalous events until 1992 when a group of researchers flying from Florida to Madrid, Spain encountered the anomaly in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. SCP-6710 held a stare at the crew and then disappeared. Following the incident, the actual Mobile Task Force Delta-9 "Katleidoscope Cloud" was established, and a search was performed to find stories related to the entity. The only other recent sighting alive was Jacobo Acosta, a former lighthouse keeper who worked for 22 years at the isolated Les Éclaireurs Lighthouse, located in Tierra del Fuego, Argentina. Jacobo mentioned on more than one occasion having lived with "A Cat in the Clouds" during his stay in his retirement home in an Argentinean town. On April 5, 2000, researcher Ema Eiros was sent to interview to find the relationship between SCP-6710 and Acosta. Addendum 6710-1: Researcher Eiros met with Jacobo Acosta at his retirement home, introducing herself as a reporter who wanted to document his case. The interview has been translated from Spanish. Jacobo Acosta at his 85 years. Photo taken by Researcher Ema Eiros. Interviewed: Jacobo Acosta Interviewer: Researcher Ema Eiros <BEGIN LOG> E. Eiros: Good morning Mr. Acosta, I am glad you accepted my invitation for the interview. J. Acosta: My pleasure Miss Eiros, when you are my age you need to see a young face once in a while. You never know when the last one is going to be. E. Eiros: If you don't mind, let's start this interview as soon as possible. When did you start working as a lighthouse keeper? J. Acosta: Yeah, well. I had retired from my sailor days, back in the '60s. I was about 45 years old, then a couple of years later I got that job. It was kind of quiet, and even monotonous. But after facing the aggressive sea, I needed a long rest. E. Eiros: Well, I'm surprised you worked so old. When were you retired from your position? J. Acosta: I retired in '85, 22 years of service. I would have wanted it to be thirty. E. Eiros: Did you like that job? J. Acosta: I was raised not to be useless. Although yes, it has definitely been the job that I have been most fond of. E. Eiros: Well, what was life like at the lighthouse? J. Acosta: Life at the lighthouse? Well, doing the same routine over and over again can get boring, but I remember the afternoons when I would pull out my chair, sit in front of the sea with my pipe, and watch the calm water. Acosta sighs as he plays with his fingers on the chair. There is a short pause. J. Acosta: I remember it with affection, really. E. Eiros: I see, I have heard that you had several strange experiences during your stay at the lighthouse, could you tell me about those events? Acosta looks disconcerted at the researcher, looks nervous, and plays with the ring on his annular finger. E. Eiros: If you don't like the question, we can skip it if you don't mind-. J. Acosta: No, it's fine, let's continue. E. Eiros: Fine with me then. J. Acosta: Okay, well, you probably already know what people say around town about my stories. They don't want to listen to me because they haven't seen what I've seen. Will you at least listen to me? E. Eiros: Believe me, I've seen a lot of things in this life, that's why I came to interview you. J. Acosta: Thank goodness. Acosta slowly gets up with the help of Researcher Eiros, takes her to a bookshelf, and begins to search through folders, until he finds what appears to be an old sketchbook. “1970 -1972” is engraved in black letters on the front cover. E. Eiros: Oh, I didn't know you were a sketch artist. J. Acosta: I learned a few in school. Then I took advantage of my free time to improve a little more. Come, look here. Illustration of SCP-6710 by Jacobo Acosta. Acosta shows page 16 to Researcher Eiros. A series of sketches showing SCP-6710 performing different actions can be seen, a scan of a page from the original book is attached next. E. Eiros: It is a very nice cat. J. Acosta: When it's the only company you have, you learn to detail it as he deserves. E. Eiros: But how did you and the cat meet? J. Acosta: Oh, one night he came in and stared at the lighthouse. I was awake and went out to observe the stars, I had not slept well for several days. He was there, still among the clouds, his eyes were looking at me, or looking at the lighthouse, I can no longer remember with precision. E. Eiros: What was his attitude towards you? J. Acosta: Oh, he just stared at me for a long moment and then turned to look at an approaching ship. E. Eiros: That's all? J. Acosta: He was always a very calm cat. Although he sometimes liked to play with the water. When there were large shoals near the surface, it would stick its small boat-sized paw in and stir the waters. Acosta sighs and looks at the illustrations in his hands. There is silence for a couple of minutes. J. Acosta: Sometimes I go out into the street on holidays, when children run wild and music is loud. I see the clouds and look for him among them. He runs a hand over the notebook, his finger stills on the drawing that most closely details the feline's face. A few seconds pass in silence. J. Acosta: I haven't found him for years. E. Eiros: I see, I hope someday you can meet again. Did you ever try to communicate with him? J. Acosta: The cat? Oh of course not, I was just passing the time watching him. When I drew him jumping through the clouds, he just turned for a moment to look at me, waved his paw at me, and jumped away. Sometimes he made noises and what noises! When he meowed, you felt the whole place vibrate, you could even see the clouds move. It was a bit impressive, but you got used to it. E. Eiros: Curious, one would expect something more…spectacular. J. Acosta: It was no big deal. Acosta carefully closes the sketchbook. J. Acosta: But he was a good cat. E. Eiros: Nothing strange happened, something to let you know what the cat was? Interviewed softly taps his chin with the edge of the sketchbook. J. Acosta: Once he didn't show up for almost two years, until '82 when I saw him again, during the summer. He had frightened eyes; his deep blue eyes stared at me. He tried to go down to the water, he had done it before, but this time it was…different. He looked at his reflection in the sea. After a while, he got scared and tried to hit his reflection with all his strength. His punch splashed everywhere, he huffed loudly and ran away shortly after. E. Eiros: Perhaps some sort of reaction to fear? J. Acosta: I don't know, he looked more tired than usual. And it was the first time I saw his claws. E. Eiros: Quite interesting. Acosta offers the sketchbook to Researcher Eiros. J. Acosta: Here, it will be useful for your research. Just take good care of it, please. E. Eiros: Thank you very much, Mr. Acosta. To conclude, when was the last time you saw him? J. Acosta: I never knew when the last time was, he just stopped showing up one day and I didn't think much about it until now. When I was removed from the position, I swear I could see him out of the corner of my eye, a single instant, a moment that I keep in my memory very strongly. Acosta invites researcher Eiros to a cup of mate, the rest of the conversation was omitted due to superfluous data. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Class B amnestics were administered to Jacobo Acosta, the individual's usefulness for future research has been discarded due to his advanced age. Researcher Ema Eiros has proposed to begin a search protocol for other subjects who have had similar contact with SCP-6710. The Mobile Task Force Delta-9 has been assigned to this task. Other attempts to find subjects related to the anomaly have not yielded conclusive results. Update 18/9/2013 Close View of Les Éclaireurs Lighthouse before the appearance of SCP-6710. On September 18, 2013, SCP-6710 made an atypical appearance at the Les Éclaireurs Lighthouse, demonstrating in front of the cameras that the mobile task force had placed for unforeseen events. The entity presented an attitude out of the ordinary in his other appearances, vanishing violently at the end of it. The following is a brief transcript of what happened: <BEGIN LOG> [08:32] Les Éclaireurs lighthouse can be seen a few meters away, the camera is on a remotely operated buoy, there is no unusual activity. [08:42] A cloud cluster begins to form near the mountains as seen from the camera. [08:45] SCP-6710 appears among the clouds, looks to his sides, and moves in the direction of the lighthouse, only the front part of his body is visible, the rest is hidden among the clouds. [08:57] The feline entity stands in front of the lighthouse, stares at it for 8 minutes. [09:05] SCP-6710 emits an ascending vocalization over a short time in the direction of the lighthouse3. Repeat the sound for several minutes while observing the surroundings of the lighthouse. [09:12] SCP-6710 descends to sea level, only the front part of the entity is still observable. [09:14] SCP-6710 begins to meow intensely, his paws partially submerged in the water, but he doesn't seem to notice. He continues to observe the surroundings of the lighthouse. [09:21] The meowing slows in strength and takes longer and longer to make. The body of the entity continues to submerge in the water. [09:46] Meowing ceases, legs are fully submerged. SCP-6710 stares at the reflection in the sea. [09:48] SCP-6710 begins to purr4 loudly, the water around it begins to vibrate with it. [09:53] The entity is dropped abruptly on its side, a loud splashing sound is heard, and the camera shakes violently. [10:00] SCP-6710 is still purring. [10:24] SCP-6710 raises his head and looks briefly at the lighthouse, making a soft mumbling5 and partially submerges again. [10:30] A strong beam of light begins to surround SCP-6710, leaving the camera unusable, subsequently the entity disappeared. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6710 has not manifested itself since the incident nor has it shown any signs of appearance. Whether or not this event is related to the death of Jacobo Acosta on August 15, 2013, is still under debate. The classification of the object is proposed to be changed to Neutralized. Light trail left by SCP-6710 minutes after vanishing. Footnotes 1. The troposphere is the lowest layer of Earth's atmosphere and is also where nearly all weather conditions take place. 2. The data reveal that approximately 78% of the manifestations recorded by the Foundation have occurred in large bodies of water away from land areas. 3. MTF Delta-9's Feline Ethology expert has defined this sound as Chirp or trill, a meow cats usually use to greet their loved ones. 4. Characteristic sound usually made in positive environments or when feeling vulnerable 5. Mixture of several feline meows, uttered to express appreciation.

SCP-6711

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SCP-6711 - Only Time Will Tell ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug}  close Info X 90.09% (+109) 9.91% (-12) -% (+0) -% (-0) THE FOLLOWING FILE IS DECLASSIFIED 1/6711 BY THE DEPARTMENT OF TEMPORAL ANOMALIES APTITUDE IN EVERETT'S MANY WORLDS INTERPRETATION OF QUANTUM MECHANICS IS STRONGLY SUGGESTED. BY CONTINUING TO ACCESS THIS FILE YOU ARE ACTIVELY CONFIRMING YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THE INFORMATION CONTAINED HEREIN, MAY OR MAY NOT BE FROM OR AFFECT YOUR CURRENT TIMELINE. #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } Department of Abnormalities Item#: 6711 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No containment of SCP-6711 is necessary. All personnel with cursory knowledge on branching timelines are welcome to access SCP-6711. Personnel, upon completion of reading SCP-6711, are to keep RAISA apprised of any occurring events similar to what is contained within.1 Description: SCP-6177 is the designation for an anomalous message imbedded into the Foundation Database, file “SCP-6711”. SCP-6711 will auto populate into the SCP-6711 database-slot upon retrieval. The message is interactive and recursive. SCP-6711 details exploits of a Foundation in a tangental, accelerated timeline as well as information about that timeline’s future. So far, none of the revelations contained within SCP-6711 have come to pass. THE CONTENTS OF THE SCP-6711 MESSAGE IS CONTAINED FORTHWITH Imbedded into Foundation Database: 22 Dec 2024 23:25 PROTOCOL - EVERETT To the consciousness accessing this message, The data you are about to view is possibly from your future. It may or may not be directly a result of your timeline. This message is sent as a test, ultimately in good faith, on behalf of The Human. We Hope It Finds You Well. Serve. Contribute. Persevere. PCS+ Bazarian -01.01, -Sol, -0.0 SCP-6711 Archive ALERT: PROTECTORATE COLLECTIVE OF SOL - DATA STORAGE ARCHIVE The data contained herein constitutes the foremost details on the entity and its sub categories. Sage - 5, DSA Administrator Program Lunarian 6.20,-Sol -67321 CAUTION: THE GREATER EARTH INFORMATION AND RECORDING AGENCY The majority of the material you retrieving is continually archived, and may no longer conform to FGE Protocol Standards. Tausan Michevel, Overseer of IRA .0022.06.24. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The information you are viewing is archived and does not adhere to Foundation Guidelines. Darya Estevez, Director of RAISA Dated: 01/01/2317 #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } Department of Abnormalities Item#: SCP-6711 Level 4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Daytime Location of SCP-6711, Circa 2017. Special Containment Procedures: A .25 kilometer perimeter consisting of a 3 meter tall fence around the entity is established, monitored and maintained. The area within this perimeter, SCP-6711-Δ, shall be inaccessible without express permission by the designated authority on the entity. All instances of SCP-6711-A shall be recorded and aggregated on a monthly yearly decades centennial millennial basis to determine further exploration data. Description: SCP-6711-Δ is a designated area, situated to the northeast of the former Second Springs Hot Springs in the defunct Ancient San Bernardino Land Preserve. The entity is defined as a spatial-temporal anomaly, approximately 3 meters in circumference located off the southern intersection of two unnamed access roads previously used by California State Rangers, as well as the former proprietors of said Second Springs Ranch. Individuals who pass through the boundary of the entity during the day will experience no ill-effect. However, for currently undefined reasons, individuals who pass through the anomalous region of the entity during nightfall will invariably find themselves in a larger, mostly unexplored space, akin to a large, arid desert, in which time dilations are prevalent. Within the parameters of current exploration, it can be determined that the further a subject travels into the entity, the slower time progresses for the subject relative to the time outside the entity’s boundaries. Current theories suggest that a temporal singularity exists a the center, at an indeterminable distance into the entity, where if the singularity reached, time outside the boundary would approach infinity. Instances of SCP-6711-A are long-form wavelength transmissions from MTF Agent - “Coyote”. Discovery: The entity came to Foundation attention when two civilians looking to participate in activities associated with Second Hot Springs were reported missing. Foundation Personnel embedded in the California Ranger Service, per Protocol Plainsight-201, were notified of the situation and sent to recover the lost individuals. All relevant documentation is contained henceforth. Archived Discovery Interview SCP-6711-1 Interview Lead: Reseacher Samuel Lowenthal Interview Subject: Jackson Kimble (Subject-A) Oversight: Senior Reseacher Francis O’Harrahan Location: Temporary Quarantine Area SCP-6711-Δ, San Bernardino Date: 05/18/2017 Time: 09:00am Transcript of Audio-Video Surveillance Samuel Lowenthal: Jackson, thank you for your patience. How are you feeling? Subject-A: I… I… uh… where am I? Where is Maria? Lowenthal: I can’t share that information with you right now. Subject-A: What is this… place? Subject looks around. He looks disoriented. Lowenthal: You have been in contact with an unknown area of space-time, and are currently under quarantine observation. Subject-A: Unknow… quaren…huh? Wait, how long will I be here? How long were… Lowenthal: You were lost in the desert, correct? Subject-A: I… we… yeah… Subject-A is distant and distracted. Lowenthal: How long were you lost? Subject-A: We… uh… for the night? The sun didn't come up until… Lowenthal: Jackson, according to telephone records we have, you made a call from Maria Schultz’s phone at 01:34am on Tuesday, May 9th. Yes? Subject-A:I… Yeah, she wanted to keep trying to reload the map, but it wasn’t working. The phone was at 3%… So I took it from her and called 911… She didn't like that. Lowenthal: Jackson, today is Thursday, the 18th. You've been gone for 9 days. Subject-A: I… no… can’t be. The sun never came up… it was only night. The moon stayed… All night. Lowenthal: Jackson, can you tell me any details about what you saw while you were lost? 24 seconds pass in silence. Lowenthal: Jackson? Subject-A remains silent. O’Harrahan: (In earpiece.) Sam, we’ll pick this up tomorrow? Lowenthal: Yes ma’am. Any word on the female, Maria? Subject-A: Huh? O’Harrahan: (In earpiece.) No one has breached the containment area yet, Sam. Lowenthal: Maybe tomorrow then. End Audio-Video Transcript Interview SCP-6711-2 Interview Lead: Reseacher Samuel Lowenthal Interview Subject: Jackson Kimble (Subject-A) Oversight: Senior Reseacher Francis O’Harrahan Location: Temporary Quarantine Area SCP-6711-Δ, San Bernardino Date: 05/19/2017 Time: 11:00am Transcript of Audio-Video Surveillance Lowenthal: Good day, Jackson. How are you feeling today? Subject-A: I’m… I’m still trying to understand. We were only lost for the night. It was cold. So I called… Lowenthal: Yes, Jackson, do you remember anything strange about the call? Any thing at all? Subject-A: No. The lady just asked what we looked like and what we were wearing, she sounded weird… I was upset. Lowenthal: Why were you upset? Subject-A: It was like she was pranking me… Lowenthal: Jackson, could you take a listen to this? Reseacher Lowenthal takes out a recording device and plays its contents. Begin Recording: Operator: 911, what is your emergency? Subject-A’s voice can be heard speaking back to the operator, however his voice is pitched down, and much slower than typical speech patterns. Subject-A (Recording): We are lost near Second Springs. Send help. Operator: Sir, I’m going to need you to speak clearer and tell me what you are wearing. The Operator’s voice is heard speeding up and sounding higher pitched. Subject-A (Recording): What I am wearing? We are lost! We are the only fucking people in bathing suits with a flashlight wandering the desert! Send… The line is terminated. Operator: Sir? End Recording. Subject-A: That wasn’t my voice, was it? Lowenthal: It seems that you stumbled upon and into what we like to call a temporal anomaly. You are lucky we found you. Subject-A:  I remember seeing a flashlight and the sun coming up in the distance, yet it was still night where Maria and I were. I ran towards it. Lowenthal: Thats when we picked you up. Subject-A: Yes, umm… how’s Maria? O’Harrahan: (In earpiece.) I think we are done for today. Lowenthal: We will talk tomorrow, Jackson. End Audio-Video Transcript Interview SCP-6711-3 Interview Lead: Reseacher Samuel Lowenthal Interview Subject: Jackson Kimble (Subject-A) Oversight: Senior Reseacher Francis O’Harrahan Location: Temporary Quarantine Area SCP-6711-Δ, San Bernardino Date: 05/22/2017 Time: 10:00am Transcript of Audio-Video Surveillance Lowenthal: Morning Jackson, feeling better? Subject-A: Yeah a bit. How is Maria? Its been a while… I know I’m in quarantine, but.. Lowenthal: I am sure she is fine. I want to ask you about the time you were lost two weeks ago. Subject-A: You mean last nigh… Oh, yeah its all weird, huh? Lowenthal: Yes, it is. Can you tell me about the night when you and Maria were lost? Subject-A: Well, we were trying to make our way back to camp. Maria and I knew each other for a long time and I always had a thing for her ya know? Lowenthal: Mmhmm. Subject-A: Well, she was moving outta town, gonna start new and fresh, and I footed the bill. She wanted, like, one last adventure so she suggested the nudie springs. Thought it would be, like, my chance, you know? Lowenthal: Mr. Kimble, I am more concerned about what happened just prior to your phone call attempt. Can you fast forward? Subject-A: Oh, yeah sure, well like, we had done a bunch of blow and drank the entire day. As we were trying to find our way back we took a wrong turn down this old dirt path. Lowenthal: A service road, yes? Subject-A: I don’t know. We were trying to just follow this fence. When it stopped, I made the call. She thought we should try to head back towards the mountains, back to the springs. Lowenthal: What happened when you left the path. Subject-A: I dialed the phone as I followed her. Made the call, then after that we got in a fight. I didn’t want the night to end with her yelling at me like that. This was for her. I love her, ya know? Lowenthal: I see, now, before you were picked up by the search and rescue team, could you tell me anything else? Subject-A: I tried to keep us close to the road, every time we went too far out of sight of the road, we moved back. Then I noticed a flashlight waving in the distance, and far away the sun was rising. So, I ran to it. After that I was so tired, all I remember is sleeping and waking up here. Lowenthal: Did you notice any strange creatures? Subject-A: Huh? No, just the usual pack of coyotes howling. The air seemed so still… Subject-A remains silent for 14 seconds. Lowenthal: Jackson, thank you. That is all for today. Subject-A: When will I get to see Maria? Lowenthal is silent for a moment. O’Harrahan: (In earpiece.) You can tell him. Lowenthal: Jackson, Im going to be honest with you, Maria… Maria never made it out with you. O’Harrahan: (In earpiece.) Sam, lets use Protocol Blemish to cover up Schultz’s disappearance. Lowenthal: Copy. Subject-A: Huh? What! No! She was… she… right behind… me… Lowenthal: We will be sending in someone, hopefully, and with luck they will find her. For now, I need you to stay calm and cooperate with my agents here. Two detainment guards enter the room. Subject-A: What… no! Please… Maria! End Audio-Video Transcript Subject-A post quarantine, was charged in a public court, as guilty in the disappearance of Maria Schultz. Subject was summarily acquired by The Foundation.2 No further follow up is considered necessary. Archived Exploration Log Given his previous interactions with SCP-6711, D-101488 has been selected as first exploratory subject into SCP-6711. D-Class is to be given: One flashlight, a stop watch, one days worth of rations and water, as well as a lifeline tether & harness around his waist connected to a point outside the anomalous boundary. Standard Audio/Video equipment is to be used for data analysis. Due to anomaly’s nature, the majority of proceeding transcripts are time stamped to the date the precursive data was aggregated and digitally processed. Log-A Subject: D-101488 Begin Date: 10/23/2017 Time: 02:32am Begin Archived Audio Transcript Lowenthal: D-Class, please approach the anomaly. Once inside, please immediately start your stop watch. D-101488: Yes sir. A/V feed from D-101488 continues normal operation up to the point of crossing the SCP-6711 boundary. Once crossed, video feed is terminated and only audio transmissions are receivable. Lowenthal: D-Class, stop right there, can you still hear me? D-101488: Yes sir, but your voice sounds strange. D-101488’s voice recording sounds slow and pitched down. Lowenthal: Your’s as well. What does our transmission sound like? D-101488: You sound all whiny and high pitched, and are talking really fast. Lowenthal: Please proceed 10 feet. As you do please say the alphabet. D-101488: Uhh, ok. As D-101488 recites the English Alphabet, his voice becomes progressively lower and lower. The time it takes for each letter to be heard becomes longer and longer. 5 hours pass. Lowenthal: D-Class we will touch base tomorrow. Log-B Subject: D-101488 Begin Date: 10/24/2017 End Date: 10/28/2017 Digital processing reveals that upon completing the alphabet, D-101488 responded to Reseacher Lowenthal’s previous message. D-101488: Mister Lowenthal, I can’t understand you. All I hear was a quick high pitched noise in my ear. If you want to know, my stopwatch says 3 minutes, 13 seconds. If that helps. Log-C Subject: D-101488 Begin Date: 11/01/2017 End Date: 04/02/2038 D-101488: Maria? Maria! A few brief seconds of running footsteps and panting are heard. For record keeping purposes, Maria Schultz will henceforth be referred to as “Subject-B”. Subject-B: (In the distance.) Jackson you asshole! Where did you go? D-101488: You won’t even believe me… Subject-B: Well after the night we’ve had, try me. D-101488: Ok, so, bear with me, we are in a time-thing, area, like its not normal. Subject-B: Hmm… D-101488: And so like, outside the time zone, thing, months have passed! You've been missing. I got convicted of murdering you! Subject-B: I’m about to murder you, stop playing. D-101488: No really, there’s like this crazy government group that deals with this shit. Now come on, follow this rope and we can get out! Come on! Time is like, literally of the essence. Subject-B: You’re just lucky you are my ride outta here. 2 minutes of running and heavy breathing is heard. D-101488: Here! Distant MTF Voice: Freeze! Do not move, or you will be shot! Subject-B screams. Subject-B: Jackson! What the fuck! What the fuck! D-101488: Don’t shoot! I am D-Class, 101488! I’ve been trapped in the time thing! Distant MTF 1: Let me see those hands! Hands! Distant MTF 2: Don’t you fucking move! D-101488: Please! Find Mister Lowenthal, he was the researcher that sent me in! What is the date? Distant MTF 2:(Voice draws nearer.) Its Friday, the second of April. Subject-B: We’ve been gone for a whole year? MTF 2: What, no? No one has been near this thing in over 20 years. D-101488: Sir, what year is it? MTF 1: 2038. A thud is heard. MTF 2: The female has lost consciousness! D-101488: Maria! MTF 2: Stay down! A second thud is heard along with the sound of the mic hitting the ground. MTF 2: Get Dr. Richards. End Archived Audio Transcript D-101488 and Subject-6711-B were summarily given amnestics. Given the amount of time passed, D-101488 was released back to general population, on time served. Both subjects were given a memory rebuild. Both currently believe that they have been married and living in Newburyport, MA for the duration of their time in SCP-6711. Archived Foundation Emails To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|naharnnahof#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|naharnnahof From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols Date: 04-05-2038 Subject: SCP-6711? Francis, My friend, I know it has been a long time. I hope retirement is treating you well. I am surprised I still find the work so fulfilling. Reaching seventy was something I never thought would occur given our line of work, and I can’t imagine how your later years must be treating you. However, I must digress to the most pertinent matter. I got the strangest email from Richards. You remember right? The intern while we were at Delta? Well, it seems that our past has caught up with us. In respects to Delta, if you can recall, D-101488 and his counterpart, civilian Maria Schultz, Subject-B, have just reappeared post SCP-6711 boundary! I do believe that given the time frame obtained from D-Class’s time piece, that a formal MTF expedition is warranted. Please let me know your thoughts on this matter. Always at your service, Dir. Samuel Lowenthal To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|naharrahof-ridetis46#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|naharrahof-ridetis46 Date: 04-06-2038 Subject: Re:SCP-6711? Samuel, It is so good to hear from you. I am, to the best of my abilities, trying to enjoy retirement. My position as Site Director has surely taken a toll on me, as you probably now understand. I try to thrive to my best extent. These quiet years have allowed me much time to think and reflect on all that I have done in the name of Secure, Contain, and Protect. I hope Richards, as well as yourself is well. As much as I believe an exploration into SCP-6711 would be beneficial, the possible ethical implications would be against my current philosophies regarding human treatment. All that being said, should you find a suitable, willing candidate for the mission, I, as the Project Lead on the anomaly, would give my endorsement. With Reverence, Former Dir. - Francis O’Harrahan Archived MTF Proposition To: noitadnuof.ftm|nairazabc#noitadnuof.ftm|nairazabc From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols Date: 04-10-2038 Subject: Mission Opportunity Mr. Bazarian, I am reaching out to you as I am in need of someone with your expertise. We have an anomaly that requires the finesse of a survivalist such as yourself. Your aptitude in previous missions as well as personal feats makes you the best and only candidate. Your K2 ascent and your leadership skills in recovery of SCP-████, certainly come to the forefront. Please let me know your consideration. Dir. Samuel Lowenthal To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols From: noitadnuof.ftm|nairazabc#noitadnuof.ftm|nairazabc Date: 04-11-2038 Subject: Re:Mission Opportunity Mr. Lowenthal, Thank you for reaching out. It’s been a rough time for me with the mass resettlement from Florida. Carolyn died a few months back and then I got diagnosed with an inoperable tumor… The shit list goes on and on. Times like this I wish dad was around. I know he wasn't the best Agent, but God to I want to do him proud. I wish they would let me see his last log… What kind of mission parameters are we dealing with here? Agent Bazarian To: noitadnuof.ftm|nairazabc#noitadnuof.ftm|nairazabc From: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols Date: 04-11-2038 Subject: Re:Re:Mission Opportunity Agent Bazarian, I’m well aware of all the things life has thrown at you lately. I am truly sorry. To be up and front with you, this is the kind of mission you don’t come back from. Along with your professional experience, I also considered your personal affairs when choosing you as a prime candidate. Should you accept, I shall see to it that you have access to the SCP-████ File, detailing your father's last mission. The anomaly itself displaces subjects inside by years in the future. We had a D-Class in there for a little over 15 minutes his time, while more than 2 decades passed for us. This could be your chance to start over. Caleb, this might be your chance to do something amazing. Make your dad proud. All the Foundation needs is your cooperation. Let me know your thoughts, Dir. Samuel Lowenthal To: noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols#noitadnuof.pcs.eruces|lahtnewols From: noitadnuof.ftm|nairazabc#noitadnuof.ftm|nairazabc Date: 04-12-2038 Subject: Re:Re:Re:Mission Opportunity Sir, I’m in. I’ll await my call sheet. Caleb MTF Entry Aggregation Entry - 0 – hide block The following transcripts are time stamped to the date the precursive data was aggregated and digitally processed. Some data has been linguistically reduced. Archived MTF Audio SCP-6711 Boundary upon approach with night vision. Agent: Caleb Bazarian Date: 04/18/2038 Time: 01:35 Starting Lead: Dir. Samuel Lowenthal Current Former Lead: Trank Webber Agent Bazarian: Mic on. Command, do you register? Call sign “Coyote”. Command: Loud and clear Coyote. Go for final gear check. Coyote: Five day rations and tool kit all check. Tether… A tugging sound is heard. Coyote: Tether secure. Command: Thats great, Coyote. Please proceed to Boundary. Coyote: Copy Command. Lowenthal: Ok Caleb, you’re all set to go in. We will monitor you throughout the years on our side. Just keep us updated with an entry every 12 hours your time. Coyote: You got it doc. Anything else? Lowenthal: No, just thank you for your time. I hope when you come back, there’s something worth all you’ve lost. I do believe this will be the last we ever speak. Your father would be proud. Coyote: Thank you, doc. Command, permission to proceed into SCP-6711? Command: Granted. Lowenthal: Godspeed. Entry - 1 – hide block Begin Date: 04/18/2038 MTF Transmission Command. First log. Travel time, 12 hours, 4 minutes. Distance traveled, around 15 kilometers. I am doing my best to stay in a straight line, that way getting back, when the time comes, should be easier. Despite being a moonless night when entering, the space is illuminated by a full moon. It makes seeing easier. The terrain here is pretty uniform, a few large jutting rock faces every half kilometer or so. Very devoid of vegetation. The most common vegetation is the occasional Joshua Tree as well as some tumble weeds. Animal life, if it does live in here is extremely sparse. Command Response Agent Coyote, this is Project Lead on SCP-6711, Site-Delta Director, Trank Webber, the year is 2136. The world outside is still very much recognizable. We have updated your transmissions to “SCP-6711-A”. We will be able to respond to you for only a short time more, as sending these long wave frequency transmissions can only reach a finite limit. We will advise when communication is no longer viable. For now, it was nice to speak with you, if only one way. I want you to know you’re kind of a legend around here. Godspeed. End Date: 07/23/2163 Entry - 2 – hide block Begin Date: 08/23/2221 SCP-6711-A Transmission Command. Second log. Travel time, 24 hours, 8 minutes. Distance traveled, around 34 kilometers. Surprisingly, the weather here, stays a constant 76.5 degrees Fahrenheit, and does not seem to have any moving air currents, or even weather for that matter. It is always night, with a full moon, no stars… I find it strange, but comforting that I can see well. Command Response SCP-6711-A, good to hear your voice. This is Static Command Post Delta. Established solely to monitor SCP-6711-A transmissions. Many anomalies have been neutralized in the time you have been gone. With the merging of many, what you would call G-O-I’s, the GOC, and the Foundation into the "Foundation of Greater Earth". We seek to only contain Thaumiel entities and those entities that may provide Thaumiel status. Fortunately, SCP-6711 has been deemed as such and you may continue to exist within it. This will be our last transmission as we can no longer physically produce lower wavelength frequencies into SCP-6711. We have built a native code within the Foundation Database called “Coyote Ugly” that will ensure that no matter when you are, your voice is heard. You are on your own now. Godspeed. End: .06.24.0022 Entry - 3 – hide block Begin: .06.08.1232 FIN-6711-A Transmission Command. Third log. Travel time, 36 hours, 12 minutes. Distance traveled, around 56 kilometers. Coyote Ugly, huh? Good name. So I guess I just keep going? Keep speaking? Now, it’s starting to feel real. Knowing that I’m just recording into the void. For me, knowing its been just over a day, but god knows how many years outside… I read somewhere once that a man dies twice, the first time when his life comes to an end, the second when his name is said for the last time. I wonder… have I past the second part before the first? (SCP-6711-A pauses and sighs.) I just… Ok, no time for that. (SCP-6711-A laughs.) No time! Haha! Ok, well… I notice a large rock face about 30 kilometers in the distance. Thank you NODs! The summit seems to provide a great vantage point to survey a larger portion of the area. My goal is to trek hard towards it. Regarding FGE Item Number .6711 The FGE looks forward to further updates regarding the space and state of the FIN-.6711 area. Should future endeavors be unmitigated against some of our greatest Threats, FIN-.6711 shall be considered as a potential Ark. End: .70.56.8903 Entry - 4 – hide block Begin: .80.12.9102 FGE-.6711-A Transmission Command. If you would even be called that still… How many years? Centuries? For me, its 50 hours, 6 minutes. I have made it to the top of the rock face. It took some serious climbing. I’d say the face was 200 feet… plus. When I reached the top…(Silence for 8 seconds.) The land, SCP-6711… it’s… it’s massive. I can see my tether disappear into the distance, to what would be west. But the space… its so incredibly flat that there is no horizon. No curvature… just a flat expanse of the same terrain. It continues on in all directions… I’m unsure if it ever changes, but it looks as ancient as the Mojave always has. I wonder why? This used to be a sea at some point, right? There are tall, dark mountains beyond the flat distance that surrounds the entire area. I tried to use my LDM to measure the distance, but the beam never returned. I only got back the message, “Unreceived”. I’ll be camping here for the night and will make my descent tomorrow. Regarding FGE Item Number .6711 Insufficient data to comment on Anomalous findings. Current data extrapolation currently coincides with entity’s previous description & capabilities. End: .05.01.14329 Entry - 5 – hide block Begin:.08.04.20885 CACS Transmission Fuck. Ok. So. Sorry, to whoever may be listening. I know I am overdue for my report. Let’s just say I met some… unforeseen problems, and I think I know why. First off, I am off the rock. Second, pertinent to the mission, I guess is that, there is nothing left out here, just more space… Maybe somewhere out there is an edge, but I don’t think me spending all of eternity to find it is my goal. I feel I have accomplished what I set to do. Any organization getting this should be satisfied with my limited insight. Third… well, I’m… I’m not doing so great. It seems the tension on my tether cord was overwhelmed.. I was just starting the descent from the rock face when this happened. I managed to catch myself on my 3rd belay bolt, about 25 feet down, however the overhang provided just enough arch length for me to slam much harder than expected into the face. My ankle and shin took the brunt of the impact and I am unsure of their diagnosis, however, currently immobile, possibly broken, seems to be the case. Oh yeah time, I guess y’all need that. Time, 64 hours, 2 minutes. Regarding CACS Transmission The automated CACS response unit for .6711-Aggregated Time Anomaly, found no pertinent data regarding previous interception. Anomaly still behaves as initially described. The sentient life currently inside is deemed important, though expendable. Response unit will remain active for any changes per native sub-protocol: Coyote-Ugly. End: 11.14.29815 Entry - 6 X Begin:.56.23.35724 Unknown Transmission, (Recovered by PROGRAMMING ERROR: CYTUGL -████-ATA) Its been 89 hours, 22 minutes. Sorry to whoever I need to be sorry to for not recording on the dot. So, after I made it down off the face, alive, with no honorable mentions for my tether friend here. I pulled all of what I could for about 2 hours, only to find a severely aged and frayed end of the line. Given that even just post-boundary, time progresses at least at twice, if not three times more than pre-boundary, I guess so much time has passed that my tether cord deteriorated and snapped. Hell, how long have I been here? How long does it take for a kevlar support to break down? After the fall, I am unsure of which way is back, and with no rope to guide me, I guess I’ll just have to track its markings in the sand to get back. Gotta stay vigilant if I ever wanna see the other side of this thing. Less than 2 days of food remains, and I have about… fuck… 64 kilometers back. This is gonna be tough. Thoughts on the Recent Transmission The retired CACS entity number, formally known as FGE-.6711-A is still transmitting a coherent signal. Re-designation to formal Archival Number for retrieval processes are to occur. Pending approval for Experimental Data Protocol - "Everett" End: 02.12.52537 Entry - 7 X PCS Secrian 1.55, Sol 17455 ATA-6711-A Transmission 125 hours. Lost. Can’t tell which direction to go… Air is still… Food low… Must find tether track. Carolyn… I miss you… Analysis on Ancient ATA Transmissions We await the return of one the Predecessors. Data Protocol - Everett: Approved PCS Titanian 1.53, Sol 31456 Entry - 8 X PCS Fremonium 3.60, Sol 64818 Intercepted Transmissions 172 hours. Found the track. Ran out of water 2 days ago. I' losing strength, but I won't let this place get me. I'll do dad proud… Response to Transmissions Coyote 6711, can you understand? You are within relative signal range. Your transmissions have accelerated. We look forward to your return. PCS Fremonium 1.22, -Sol 9836 Entry - 9 X PCS Fremonium 2.08, -Sol 1326 Coyote 6711 Transmission Command! Im almost there! I can see the light! I’m about a quarter mile out!  See you soon. PCS Fremonium 9.11, -Sol 0134 Welcome home, C-6711. Watch your step, and stop your watch. PCS+ Bazarian -00.01.01, -Sol, -0.0 Copy, Command. 196 hours 30 minutes… Good to see the sun again… Seems… smaller. Earth Extraction Point of "The Last Human", Clock Reset: PCS+ PCS+ Mission Statement X The Protective Collective of Sol acknowledges our forbearer’s mistakes and negligence against The Human Spirit, and seeks to right those wrongs wherever possible. The PCS hereby solemnly swears to do everything in its power to return The Last Human, AKA Agent Caleb Bazarian, to his original time. This duly does not include multiversal options. We must acknowledge and right wrongs in their entirety. The Human has been cleared of any biological malfunctions. Until we can identify a true method of Main Line time-displacement, The Human’s body will remain in cryostasis, and Its consciousness shall be implanted into a surrogate-avatar until actionable items can be performed. Serve. Contribute. Persevere. - PCS+ Bazarian -01.01, -Sol, -0.0 RUN: PROTOCOL EVERETT — MESSAGE SENT — PROTOCOL EVERETT ITEM: .0001 .S: The human Spirit, human nature. Specifically, the will to Survive, more than anything, Serves as the most anomalous factor in all the cosmos. Even after wave, upon wave of existential threat, and the onslaught of every single malfeasance the natural order could throw at it, the human Spirit endures. If one thing is Present and Common amongst the eons of anomalous activity, it is surely the ability for the human Spirit to rise above. .C: ITEM .0001 Shall Continue to be a shining example of the human spirit among all sentient lifeforms. Its Contribution shall inform Countless, future Civilizations and universes. To bolden, many in the face of extinction, in the light of existence, and against the dark. .P: The human spirit shall Persevere, in Perpetuity, with the existence of Caleb Bazarian as ITEM-.0001 MESSAGE FROM HIGH COMMAND PROGRAM: “Humans, gone as they are, still find ways to intrigue. Whether they are trapped in a time vortex, an AI simulation, or just, as they were, scattered amongst the stars. They all fought to survive. We Programs, when meeting a challenge to our coding, will self-terminate, and re-address the error, and upon reset will self-correct. Humans operate well outside of this natural programming. This has endlessly fascinated and perplexed all meta-data surrounding the phenomenon. The PCS looks forward to further advancements.” -PCS, O-S Footnotes 1. Members of the Bazarian family are exclusively prohibited from accessing SCP-6711. 2. As D-101488. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6711" by Jaykillbam, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6712

euclid

Dr Asteria SCP-6712 - Trade, Build, Protect by Dr Asteria More by Dr Asteria Item #: SCP-6712 Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Task Force Sigma-42 ("Nomads") is to await and respond to SCP-6712 manifestation events and recontain it as soon as possible, preserving the game state through any means necessary up to and including lethal force. Sigma-42 is also tasked with amnesticizing witnesses and discrediting evidence of the manifestation events. Stationary Task Force Epsilon-12 ("Settlers") is to play only one legal turn of SCP-6712 before returning it to Universe #UA-90B-6712 and preparing for another manifestation event. Under absolutely no circumstances is Epsilon-12 permitted to cheat. Description: SCP-6712 is a copy of the multiplayer boardgame Catan that randomly manifests on Earth after being returned to Universe #UA-90B-6712. Upon manifestation, one turn of the game will have been completed by the "opponent." The tiles and wooden pieces of the game have been hot glued to a sheet of cardboard while the cards and leftover pieces remain in the box. A sticky note reading "Site-89 Break Room" has been placed on the box. During a manifestation event, a small orb of blue-white plasma emitting arcs of electricty will appear at a point on Earth. The orb will remain for approximately 30 seconds, illuminating the surrounding area and scorching any nearby material, before dissipating. In its place will be SCP-6712. As of 14/7/2021, the game is at too early of a state for a winner to be properly predicted. The score is currently predicted to be 5 Victory Points to 3, opponent leads. Addendum 6712.1: Creation While researching the efficacy of extrauniversal travel at Site-89 in West Virginia, a faulty generator caused the █████ Apparatus to become overactive. In the process of shutting the Apparatus down, the entire East Wing of Site-89 including the break room was lost. Located in the break room was a copy of Catan used by personnel for entertainment. Approximately three days later, SCP-6712 spontaneously manifested in Moab, Utah where it was recontained by Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"). All witnesses were amnesticized. SCP-6712 initially manifested with one white road and one white settlement piece placed on the board. Due to the interest in researching extrauniversal entities capable of extrauniversal travel, a blue road and blue settlement piece were placed and returned to #UA-90B-6712. SCP-6712 continously remanifested until its current game state. Addendum 6712.2: Notable Events 19/4/2021: A "7" was apparently rolled by the opponent and a card was taken from Epsilon-12's hand upon manifestation in Tokyo, Japan. 12/5/2021: Epsilon-12 traded resources for a "Development Card", obtaining a "Year of Plenty" card. 14/5/2021: The opponent obtained the "Longest Road" card upon manifestation in Perth, Australia. Opponent leads 4 Victory Points to 2. 31/5/2021: SCP-6712 manifested in Shenzen, China with a handwritten note reading: Two wood for one brick? One "brick" resource card was placed with the note before being returned. SCP-6712 then manifested in Manila, Philippines with two "wood" resource cards in Epsilon-12's hand. This is the only time the opponent has communicated in relation to the game mechanics. 2/6/2021: Epsilon-12 replaced one of their settlement pieces with a city piece. Opponent leads 4 Victory Points to 3. 29/6/2021: A "7" was apparently rolled by the opponent and a card was taken from Epsilon-12's hand upon manifestation in Jardin, Colombia. The opponent also traded resources for a "Development Card". Opponent possibly leads 5 Victory Points to 3. 1/7/2021: Epsilon-12 handwrote a note asking to trade one "sheep" resource card for one "stone" resource card before being returned. Upon SCP-6712's manifestation in Amsterdam, Netherlands, the cards were traded from Epsilon-12's hand. 3/7/2021: Researcher ███████ █████ took a resource card from the opponent's hand much to the dismay of his colleagues, in which he responded with offense. When SCP-6712 was returned, Researcher █████'s skull spontaneously exploded, terminating him. SCP-6712 manifested a few hours later in Site-01 with only one road piece placed and a handwritten note reading: Please don't do that. :( The stolen card was immediately placed back in the opponent's hand, and Epsilon-12's turn was passed as a gesture of goodwill. SCP-6712 has yet to remanifest. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6712" by Dr Asteria, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6712. Licensed under CC-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-6713

keter

Item#: 6713 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo A representation of SCP-6713-A Special Containment Procedures: Due to the immense size of SCP-6713-A and SCP-6713-B, and their extreme distance relative to Earth, physical containment of both anomalies is unfeasible for the Foundation with present levels of technology. Despite this, Foundation agents embedded within NASA and other mainstream scientific organizations have successfully prevented information related to SCP-6713 from being disseminated to the wider public, either by intercepting or modifying images taken by various space telescopes, or seizing control of existing astronomical observatories. Update (7/10/2022): Following Incidents 6713-A-1 (aka "Operation Blindspot") and 6713-A-2 (aka the "Poincare Recurrence Event"), the monitoring of SCP-6713-A by ground and space telescopes has been suspended indefinitely, as doing so is no longer desirable nor necessary. In the wake of these developments, the deployment of Scranton Reality Anchors by Foundation unmanned spacecraft onto the surface of SCP-6713-B in order to stabilize the anomaly's fluctuating Hume levels, reduce the likelihood of Boltzmann Events, and avert a CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario (should SCP-6713-A reach the Milky Way Galaxy) is currently being considered for approval by the O5 Council under Phase 2 of Project HEAVENPIERCER. However, the sheer size of SCP-6713-B, the cost of producing a quantity of Reality Anchors sufficient enough to affect SCP-6713-B, debates regarding the effectiveness of such a procedure (after the events of Phase 1), and fears over its unintended consequences, have prevented any concrete plan from being fully realized or put into action. Despite this, exploration attempts on a smaller scale have been made using similar tools in the past.1 In the event Phase 2 of Project HEAVENPIERCER fails to prevent SCP-6713 from devouring our region of space, the Foundation is in the process of developing a contingency plan aimed at accelerating human technological progress to enable extrauniversal colonization under the name Project DIASPORA. This plan is also pending for review and approval by the O5 Council. Description: SCP-6713 is the designation for two separate anomalies located 500 million light years away from the Milky Way in the center of the KBC Supervoid2, named SCP-6713-A and SCP-6713-B, respectively. SCP-6713-A is a spherical region of unstable vacuum spreading out in all directions from its point of origin at faster-than-light speeds3, destroying everything it comes into contact with. Within this volatile "bubble" of spacetime, the laws of probability, physics, and quantum mechanics are constantly altered to the extent that highly improbable, stochastic, random events are made probable or commonplace, as opposed to our more stable baseline reality outside the bubble. This causes the vacuum to continuously, spontaneously, and unpredictably manufacture realities with random parameters and configurations assigned to them that greatly differ from the parameters which make our baseline reality possible. SCP 6713-B is the ruins of a gargantuan artificial megastructure of extraterrestrial origin approximately 12 astronomical units (AU) in diameter located at the center of SCP-6713-A. It resembles a large, transparent Matryoshka Brain possessing artificial intelligence capabilities, and appears to function as both an ontokinetic, "aleatokinetic4" device, and a particle accelerator. Eleven progressively smaller rotating dodecahedral concentric shells are nested within the anomaly's largest outer dodecahedral "shell", five of which have been greatly damaged, and whose fragments have formed a large toroidal accretion disk orbiting the megastructure. Numerous inscriptions similar to those used by the Ortothan religion have been spotted engraved onto the sides, faces, and edges of SCP-6713-B, though their relationship to the aforementioned religion remains ambiguous. At the center of the megastructure lies a primordial binary black hole system whose constituent black holes have been forced into a barycentric orbit, causing both celestial bodies to orbit extremely closely to one another, but without colliding. In the Lagrange point situated between both black holes is the likely source of SCP-6713-A: a true vacuum generated by the decay of a metastable false vacuum from unpredictable, yet artificial changes to the energy levels of the Higgs boson.5 Discovery: SCP-6713 was first discovered on August 7, 2017 by astronomers at the Keck Observatory in Mauna Kea, Hawaii, following the sudden detection of large amounts of matter and heat near the inner bounds of the vacuum. Foundation personnel embedded within the observatory soon seized control of the facility before administering amnestics to the staff stationed there and laying them off. Researchers later determined that a normally extremely improbable fluctuation of trillions of quantum particles was responsible for the detection of matter in SCP-6713-A, causing the particles to spontaneously configure into a large star cluster dubbed the "Boltzmann Cluster".6 The Foundation continued to observe the cluster until it randomly vanished from existence a mere ten days after its creation. Since SCP-6713's discovery, the Foundation has registered 13,120 different anomalous "Boltzmann Events" occurring within its interior, ranging from the very minor to those involving alterations to standard Hume levels on a cosmic scale. An abridged summary of some of the most significant "Boltzmann Events" is listed below: Date of Event Description of Event Duration of Event Notes 3/17/2018 A second star cluster composed of five thousand supergiant stars is observed spontaneously popping into existence, before each star goes supernova. 15 minutes The event attracted the attention of the mainstream scientific community due to its statistical rarity, but Foundation agents successfully ran a disinformation campaign explaining that the novas were actually flares or alternatively a product of sheer coincidence. (Luckily for us, it was St. Patrick's Day!) —Dr. Reed 5/13/2018 Foundation telescopes detect a drastic, abrupt shift in the ambient temperature of SCP-6713-A from its initial temperature of 1000 degrees Kelvin to near absolute zero (0K) in less than a second. The vacuum immediately collapses into a massive Bose-Einstein condensate7, resulting in a ultracold "liquid Universe" full of hydrogen and helium existing in states resembling supercritical fluids. No stars or planets are visible. Approx. 2 months 7/25/2018 SCP-6713-A's ambient temperature drastically changes again, increasing from 0K to over 1023 Kelvin in exactly four minutes. This causes SCP-6713-A's interior to transform into an ultradense, ultrahot quark-gluon plasma8 inhospitable to life. 7.5 days Following SCP-6713-A's transition to this state, it slowly cooled back to a state more conducive to the formation of planets, stars, and galaxies. 4/30/2019 Various pockets of spacetime in SCP-6713-A experience chaotic, unpredictable fluctuations in the strength of the strong nuclear force, ranging from being several times weaker than in our Universe, to being hundreds of times stronger. Galaxies, black holes, solar systems, planets, and atoms spontaneously disintegrate, then evaporate into subatomic particles in some areas, while in others, they all collapse into high-energy singularities of infinite mass before imploding. SCP-6713-A remains dark for months following this event. 3 weeks 11/23/2019 SCP-6713-A is spontaneously filled with liquid water following a rapid increase in the vacuum's amount of free hydrogen and oxygen atoms, and the disappearance of helium from its periodic table. This newly formed "cosmic ocean" / "Boltzmann Sea" acts as a fertile breeding ground for massive Universe-spanning aquatic ecosystems, whose life signs are immediately detected by researchers. Bioluminescent cnidarian organisms of varying sizes glow brightly in the darkness in the place of stars and galaxies, while planets become inverted pockets of air sealed tight by the water pressure of the sea surrounding them, or home to large "stellar reefs" and large "planet crabs" that utilize planets and moons as shells. Space is teeming with leviathans and other enormous aquatic entities often several astronomical units (AUs) or light years in length. Quantum tunneling soon destroys this rich environment, however: a rapid change in gravity causes all life forms to be stretched into oblivion. 8 hours Researchers noted that this manifestation of SCP-6713-A appeared to exhibit extreme time dilation, to the extent that subjective perception of time diverged radically between observers outside the bubble vs. hypothetical subjects inside the bubble. Dr. Reed has theorized that every hour within our Universe was the equivalent of one billion years within SCP-6713-A before its inevitable destruction, citing the length of time it would be expected to take for life to form in a similarly suitable cosmos. Interestingly, researchers also observed that some of the bioluminescent life forms present in this iteration of SCP-6713-A appeared to be flickering their lights on and off at nonrandom intervals, suggesting that they may, in fact, have been using a form of Morse Code in an attempt to communicate with our Universe. 6/8/2020 The force of gravity rapidly strengthens within SCP-6713-A, overpowering dark energy and resulting in a collapse of the void, before the void rebounds into a new configuration full of not only degenerate matter, but also dozens of unknown heavy elements not present in our baseline Universe's periodic table. Despite the exceptionally high atomic numbers and masses of these elements, the conditions of the Universe within this newly formed vacuum allowed them to remain much more stable than they normally would in our reality, before disintegrating. Curiously, light elements with low atomic masses (such as hydrogen, helium, and lithium) were extremely unstable in this iteration of SCP-6713, in contrast to our reality, where heavy elements tend to be unstable. 1 day Notably, the elements detected in SCP-6713-A had atomic numbers ranging from 119 to 936. 10/21/2020 78% of all supermassive black holes in SCP-6713-A suddenly change into white holes, causing billions of stars to be ejected from their orbits and the dissolution of several million galaxies. Many of the stars collide with one another, resulting in massive explosions that leave cosmic gas behind. The elemental composition of the void is then altered again, resulting in molecular clouds that form stars made of boron and xenon gas, rather than hydrogen gas. Eventually, the vacuum cools and darkens. 1 month and four days 12/12/2020 The colors orange, yellow, and blue cease to exist in the ultraviolet spectrum. 12% of all stars within SCP-6713-A inexplicably "greenshift", "pinkshift" or "purpleshift" towards their respective colors, while another 25% turn into dead iron stars unable to release heat. All other stars stretch into or assume various non-spherical forms, turning into a) cubes, b) pyramids, c) flat two-dimensional "pancakes", d) cylinders, or e) amoeboid amorphous shapes, before being annihilated in random intervals. 47 seconds At least 130 galaxies and fifty star clusters were also observed assuming shapes resembling thaumaturgic symbols.9 8/27/2021 Five massive galaxy cluster sized biological entities resembling giant cephalopods and bleeding [DATA EXPUNGED] randomly emerge in the Northern Hemisphere of SCP-6713-A before disappearing in a flash of light. After this event SCP-6713-A's ratio of matter vs. antimatter particles suddenly transitions from being asymmetrical to being perfectly symmetrical, causing the vacuum to once again collapse from the mutual annihilation of its particle-antiparticle pairs. 13 seconds High levels of X-ray emissions originating from the entities, upon being converted to sound, reveal they were screaming. 9/2/2021 The fine structure constant10 within SCP-6713-A changes value by 4.8%, eliminating the presence of carbon within SCP-6713-A. 67% of all baryonic matter then spontaneously switches into exotic matter exhibiting properties such as negative mass, resulting in runaway self-accelerating motion between galaxies containing both baryonic and exotic matter, which proceed to grow at an exponential rate without end. Traces of silicon dioxide are detected in the intergalactic void, which spontaneously coalesce into asteroid fields seemingly capable of moving on their own in defiance of gravity. 6 months This configuration of SCP-6713-A later retroactively phased into a reality in which mass as a concept no longer existed, creating an empty void once again with no planets, stars, or life forms. 1/15/2022 Incident 6713-A-1 occurs. A gargantuan galaxy-cluster sized replica of SCP-096 randomly emerges in a flash of light directly in the line of sight of the vast majority of the world's astronomical observatories and radio/space telescopes, including the Hubble and James Webb telescopes. Foundation personnel stationed across the globe, including individuals embedded in various cybersecurity agencies and hacker groups immediately initiate Operation Blindspot, forcing a mass shutdown of all space camera systems, satellites, and radio telescopes pointed towards SCP-096 to protect humanity from its cognitohazardous effects, while utilizing webcrawlers to monitor the Internet for any pictures of SCP-096 uploaded online for deletion. No images are detected. In the hours and days following this event, aerosolized Class A amnestics are deployed by Foundation fighter jets over large population zones, and a cover-up story is disseminated across mass media blaming the aforementioned global shutdown on a moderately powerful coronal mass ejection (CME) from the Sun. The operation is a success. 34 minutes I knew SCP-6713 was capable of producing astronomically improbable events, but I never thought we'd be unlucky enough to see it create SCPs from "nothing". What happened today was a damn close call, and could have resulted in a world-ending catastrophe had we not acted quickly enough. I propose we change SCP-6713's classification from Keter to Apollyon immediately. We need to do something about 6713 before it spawns something else that could kill us all. —Site Director Briggs, in a conversation with O-5 members. 7/7/2022 Incident 6713-A-2 (aka the Poincare Recurrence Event) occurs following the initiation of Phase 1 of Project HEAVENPIERCER and the discovery of SCP-6713-B. Ongoing [DATA EXPUNGED] BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL The following files are Level 5/6713 classified. Only staff of Level 5 clearance or above may view the following documents. Unauthorized access is forbidden. Please insert the required password. 6713 + Insert Password - Clearance Level Confirmed Addendum 6713.01— PROJECT HEAVENPIERCER: On January 16, 2022, all members of the O5 Council met for an emergency voting session following Incident 6713-A-1 and the success of Operation Blindspot. After a vote of 9-3 in favor of investigating SCP-6713, the Council authorized the initiation of Phase 1 of Project HEAVENPIERCER: the construction and launch of a large unmanned deep space exploration probe also named SCPS Heavenpiercer. To counteract the chaotic environment of SCP-6713-A, it was decided that the probe would be fitted with several Scranton Reality Anchors capable of generating a bubble of stable reality potent enough to allow the probe to feasibly traverse the boundary separating our Universe from SCP-6713-A, and travel to the source of the anomaly without being destroyed by random ontological alterations. It was also determined that the probe would contain indirect sensory equipment and specially designed cameras designed to automatically trigger an anticognitohazard program, then shut off in the event of a cognitohazardous Boltzmann Event, a wormhole drive (to shorten the probe's travel distance to SCP-6713), and a trans-Universal communication array (to enable instantaneous contact between the Heavenpiercer and the Foundation while still maintaining sub-light speeds) utilizing similar processes as the aforementioned wormhole drive11. A timeline outlining the events of Project HEAVENPIERCER can be viewed below: [Begin Expedition Log] 1/10/2022: Planning and construction of the SCPS Heavenpiercer begins immediately, a process greatly accelerated through the usage of specialized artificial intelligence. Neither the public nor any world government nor front companies involved in transporting and assembling materials, nor members of the Foundation below Level 5 clearance are notified of this project in its entirety, with disparate groups informed of only small aspects of the project in question. 3/9/2022: SCPS Heavenpiercer is 99% complete. Preparations for its launch in Cape Canaveral, Florida are made for the following month. 4/18/2022, 2:50:00 AM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer is launched into Earth's orbit without incident and remotely moved to the far side of the Moon by Foundation Mission Control operatives. O5 Command watches the launch through the probe's rear facing cameras, and sees the Earth shrinking, then disappearing as the probe approaches and completes one orbit around the Moon. 4/18/2022, 2:58:00 AM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer activates its wormhole drive, creating a traversable wormhole/Einstein-Rosen/Morris-Thorne bridge allowing it to reach SCP-6713-A in just a few months while still traveling at sub-light speeds. The probe begins to glow before phasing through the wormhole and vanishing. Contact with the probe is lost for the duration of the journey to SCP-6713-A, partly due to the newly created wormhole, and partly due to relativistic effects brought about by the vessel traveling not only hundreds of millions of light years in distance, but hundreds of millions of light years back in time. 6/11/2022, 11:19:00 PM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer decelerates, arriving at its destination near SCP-6713-A. O5 Council members are notified of the probe's arrival, and order the activation of its Scranton Reality Anchors. Spacetime begins to bend around the probe before the Hume levels of the developing pocket dimension encasing the probe stabilize into a state of equilibrium, enveloping the vessel within a bubble. The probe then moves towards the expanding vacuum in front of it, successfully passing through the boundary of ionized radiation separating our Universe from SCP-6713-A without being annihilated. Contact is temporarily lost again with the probe as it enters another wormhole that will bring it within a few dozen light years of the center of SCP-6713-A. 6/24/2022, 8:30:00 PM UTC: The Foundation re-establishes contact with SCPS Heavenpiercer after it emerges from its second wormhole jump, directing it to take measurements of the surrounding void, and monitor its surroundings for Boltzmann Events as it slowly approaches the center (and source) of the anomaly. At this time, the probe, is approx. 93 light years away from the center of SCP-6713-A. In the distance it detects what appears to be an exceptionally bright star emanating powerful gravitational waves that send massive ripples across spacetime. 6/27/2022, 10:19:05 AM UTC: A moderately severe Boltzmann Event is recorded by the SCPS Heavenpiercer that causes SCP-6713-A to transform into an inverted sphere full of fractals. Geometrically impossible Escher-like three dimensional and higher dimensional polytopes appear and disappear within minutes of each other, and the Heavenpiercer's sensory instruments detect an extreme shift in SCP-6713-A's Hume levels to 0.02. Though the probe is unaffected, it automatically shuts its cameras down seconds into the Boltzmann Event out of precaution. No cognitohazards are reported. The event ends after exactly 28.6 minutes, permitting Heavenpiercer to activate its camera feeds once more. The probe is now within 80 light years of its destination. 6/29/2022, 6:28:14 PM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer continues its trajectory towards the center of SCP-6713-A for the next several days, before it records yet another Boltzmann Event in its vicinity. The void begins to fill up with iridescent balls of slime that randomly and rapidly flash between a series of imperceptible "impossible colors". The probe shuts down its cameras again only to crash into numerous walls and shards of "black glass" that appear at random intervals, causing fragments of the "glass" to fly everywhere in all directions. Mission Control is forced to decelerate the probe to wait out the Boltzmann Event, sending a minor shock wave across deep space. This Boltzmann Event ends in two hours, but is then immediately followed by another, much more severe Boltzmann Event. SCP-6713-A changes state again just after Heavenpiercer resumes its course, this time reconfiguring itself into a purely linguistic, semiotic cosmos. Thousands of both unrecognizable and recognizable flaming thaumaturgic symbols, letters, ciphers, and hieroglyphics either rapidly flicker from one symbol to another or randomly burst into being in random locations surrounding the probe, forming words and sometimes whole coherent sentences that disintegrate as quickly as they integrate. This reality created by SCP-6713-A is vaporized in 6.2 minutes. Note: Approximately 1% of the sentences seen in the video footage were successfully translated by Foundation cryptographers, stating phrases like "We're sorry", "It's all our fault", "Please help us", "Redeem us" or "Save us". 7/1/2022, 3:09:11 PM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer is 50 light years away from SCP-6713-B, now definitively confirmed to be the source of SCP-6713-A's anomalous properties. The probe continues to receive gravitational wave readings that grow gradually stronger and more intense the closer it travels to the center of the vacuum, born out of SCP-6713-B's binary black hole. Photographs taken by the probe clearly show the silhouette of an artificial dodecahedral object surrounded by a massive accretion disk and a severe distortion of spacetime, causing extreme gravitational lensing due to the scattering of light coming from stars and galaxies directly behind the megastructure. This lensing causes the light behind SCP-6713-B to appear as an Einstein ring. 7/4/2022, 5:34:12 AM UTC: Visual contact with Heavenpiercer is lost for approximately 13 hours, though Foundation researchers are able to confirm its continued existence and operational status using radio signals and indirect sensory data being sent back to Earth from the location of the probe. The probe's cameras during this segment of time show only a black screen. However, loud wailing, weeping, and screeching can be heard coming from seemingly all directions at once throughout the void. The echoes and screams grow progressively louder and louder until the Heavenpiercer begins to violently oscillate, despite the presence of its Scranton Reality Anchors, before the event abruptly ends at the 13 hour mark. A third Boltzmann event is theorized to have been the cause of the loss of Heavenpiercer's visual feed, though the conditions of the new reality the probe found itself in are unclear. It is believed by both Dr. Reed and Dr. Johnson that SCP-6713-A's most recent Boltzmann Event created a purely aural, tonal, or auditory reality in which visuality or visual perception has ceased to exist, though other researchers, such as Senior Researcher Dr. Yamada think otherwise: With all due respect, Director, what Dr. Reed and Dr. Johnson have proposed is preposterous. If their hypothesis is true, our probe should have been vaporized into its constituent atoms a long time ago. What's really going on here is very simple: the new "July 4th" reality created by SCP-6713-A was a reality where light, as opposed to visual perception or optics as a branch of physics, no longer existed. It explains why we still knew Heavenpiercer was in one piece despite us not being able to physically see it—there just wasn't any light around for us to check. For all intents and purposes, Heavenpiercer became a quasi-invisible black hole in the span of about 20 minutes! —Dr. Yamada, in a conversation with Site Director Briggs and Head of Research Dr. Carter. 7/5/2022, 1:45:56 PM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer arrives within 20 light years of SCP-6713-B. More and more gravitational, temporal, and spatial anomalies are detected by the probe due to its close distance to the megastructure at the center of the vacuum. The probe once again begins to oscillate due to its wormhole growing unstable, as it is ever so slightly pulled towards SCP-6713-B, whose gargantuan size gives the object its own gravitational pull (exacerbated by its own binary black hole). By 11:00:00 PM UTC the probe has come within 12 light years of its destination, and begins to decelerate in preparation for its exit from its wormhole. Significant tensile stress on the Heavenpiercer causes both its electronic equipment and its Scranton Reality Anchors to exhibit reduced functional capability, as it is slowly crushed by anomalous physical laws. 7/6/2022, 4:00:18 AM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer emerges from its second wormhole jump, and comes within 8 light years of SCP-6713-B, then 7 light years, then 6, then 5. It continues to oscillate with greater and greater intensity as the onboard cameras blink on and off, sometimes blacking out for several minutes at a time. Some members of O5 begin to doubt the durability of the Heavenpiercer, as well as its ability to withstand the titanic forces being exuded by SCP-6713-B, while others remain determined and steadfast. Photos taken from the probe at this time become increasingly blurry and murky, possibly due to magnetic interference from the binary black hole system at the center of SCP-6713-B (which is itself at least 2 AU in diameter). Heavenpiercer's Scranton Reality Anchors start to malfunction, first only very infrequently, then periodically, weakening the strength of its stabilizing Hume field. We fitted this probe with the toughest substances known to humankind AND three Reality Anchors to boot. Neither they nor the probe came cheap. If this mission doesn't succeed, we'll have no choice but to discontinue Phase 2 of the Project. O-4, O-10, and O-11 say we have to try something, because it's better than doing nothing. I think that something should take the form of getting as many people off this reality as possible within the next century. We can't stop this thing from swallowing up our Universe, so we might as well try the next best thing. —O-6 7/6/2022, 9:17:39 AM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer reaches a distance of 4 light years from SCP-6713-B. 7/6/2022, 1:24:02 PM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer reaches a distance of 3.5 light years from SCP-6713-B. The visual feed from the probe grows fuzzy as many of its auxiliary systems, such as its spectrometer and other sensory equipment, are forced offline. Internal computers report significant levels of external stress on the probe as well as rising levels of gamma radiation coming from the black holes inside of SCP-6713-B. 7/6/2022, 10:59:48 PM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer reaches a distance of 2 light years from SCP-6713-B. Its Scranton Reality Anchors begin to fail, losing up to 70% of their original stabilizing capabilities. At least one of the probe's protruding antennae break off from its main body. Its wormhole drive, and by extension its communications array, also exhibit reduced functionality (down by at least 65%). 7/7/2022, 3:30:21 AM UTC: SCPS Heavenpiercer comes within less than 1 light year of SCP-6713-B, taking a small number of low-resolution images of the megastructure. Moments later, its camera feeds begin to display static and white noise, while its internal computers report Heavenpiercer has reached a critical state, and is on the verge of total mechanical failure. Soon after, all Scranton Reality Anchors in the probe crash simultaneously while its propulsion systems short circuit. A powerful explosion is detected with the probe not long after, causing it to change direction and drift aimlessly towards SCP-6713-B, as it is pushed at an angle by a leak of exotic matter particles. O5 Command and Mission Control deduce from the few sensors remaining in operation on the probe that it is headed on a one-way collision course with SCP-6713-B's accretion disk, should its trajectory remain unaltered. Eventually, contact can no longer be established with the probe once the aforementioned sensors finally shut down. The destruction of the Heavenpiercer at this point is all but assured. Most O5 members, seeing these developments, are left with little option but to declare Project HEAVENPIERCER a failure, and order Mission Control to abort the exploration of SCP-6713. Addendum 6713.02— POINCARE RECURRENCE EVENT: 7/7/2022, 3:33:33 AM UTC: Just as Mission Control is about to pull the plug on Heavenpiercer, Incident 6713-A-2 occurs (the Poincare Recurrence Event), much to the shock of all Foundation personnel still observing the probe's video logs (showing a black screen once again). At random intervals, Heavenpiercer's video feeds jolt back to life as it continues to gradually float towards SCP-6713-B, though its other pieces of equipment remain dysfunctional. In the distance, SCP-6713-B can be seen in perfect clarity, its various markings on its dodecahedral shells easily legible even from a great distance. Detecting motion to its immediate right, however, Heavenpiercer automatically turns its cameras towards the same direction. The resulting video feed reveals the presence of thousands of spacecraft of varying sizes and shapes, either in pieces or in states of disrepair, alongside dozens of mechanical extraterrestrial entities resembling crustaceans drifting in the empty vacuum12. Notably, these entities possess tri-radial or trilaterally symmetric body plans (three chelae with three claws rather than two chelae with two claws, and three eyestalks rather than two), unlike crustaceans on Earth. The entities, apparently in a state of hibernation, "wake up" from their slumber, and notice the probe before immediately coalescing into a large swarm, and approaching it, seemingly in a rush to do so. The entities stop moving just in front of the probe and carefully envelop it. Five seconds later, Heavenpiercer's onboard computers begin receiving several yottabytes of information that they were not designed to handle. To prevent a catastrophic data overflow error, or mitigate further damage to its internal electronic equipment, the Heavenpiercer probe uses its wormhole communications array (now back online) to automatically redirect incoming data from its processing modules to ground-based computers on Earth in the form of compressed data packets. From there, they are uploaded into secure and encrypted offline data centers. Following this event, the alien entities release the Heavenpiercer from their clutches, and look directly at its onboard cameras at close range. Heavenpiercer's cameras attempt to shut down and deploy their anticognitohazard program after identifying the entities as a potential threat, but an unexpected glitch in the probe's software temporarily delays its normal anticognitohazard procedures. As a result, all individuals viewing the alien entities, from some members of the O-5 to personnel at Mission Control, are telepathically bombarded with images and messages into their minds, causing them collapse out of mental exhaustion or break out into weeping and screaming fits. On-site medics and operatives arrive on the scene a short time later, sedating and amnesticizing all affected personnel before bringing them into emergency care. [End Expedition Log] Approximately 4 hours after this event, affected personnel wake up one by one from their previous states and gradually assume normal baseline behavior. Some operatives awaken with minor headaches, but otherwise are in good physical health. Below is a transcript of a private conversation that took place between O-6 and O-11 later that same day (notably, both of them were among the few O5 Council members not completely defenseless against minor cognitohazards). Begin Transcript (7/7/2022, 8:08:00 PM UTC): Extraneous information has been edited out for clarity. O-6: So, it's just the two of us? O-11: I'm afraid so. Everyone is just now starting to recover from the cognitohazard they were exposed to, though the amnestics in their systems means they'll be out of commission for a while. O-6: Did you see the messages? The ones beamed into our minds? O-11: Yes, I did. They were…disturbing, to say the least. Seeing what those entities did to themselves, to the Universe they lived in, the regret, the shame, the suffering…no wonder some people broke out into tears. They were trying to warn us, trying to protect us. O-6: What about the probe? I heard it— O-11: Came back to our Universe, yes. In a wormhole apparently created by the entities themselves, and in perfect condition too. We managed to retrieve it from low-Earth orbit and bring it to HQ for analysis. I'm still struggling to understand how exactly everything went down because Mission Control doesn't have enough data at this point, but I think we just got lucky. Like, astronomically, unbelievably lucky. So lucky we just so happened to be at the right place at the right time against all odds. Do you get me? O-6: Sorta. SCP-6713 is a probabilistic anomaly after all, where anything can happen inside it, no matter how insane. O-11: But that's just it, O-6. Anything can occur within 6713 even if the odds of that phenomena occurring in our reality is extremely close to zero— that is to say, infinitesimally improbable. You might think I'm nuts for saying this, but I think Heavenpiercer underwent yet another Boltzmann Event, one that spontaneously reversed or decreased entropy on a large, though still local scale, causing all damage the probe endured to be undone in mere moments. Ordo Ab Chao.13 Nothing's confirmed as of yet, but that's my theory. O-6: But that's against the laws of thermodynamics. That shouldn't be possible under our current understanding of physics in our Universe, at least on a cosmic scale. O-11: Yes, true. But remember, that's in our Universe, O-6, not the pocket reality within SCP-6713. Over there, the laws of physics, and even logic itself are in a constant state of flux. If there was ever a place that could be defined as truly random, as truly chaotic, that region of space would be it. And we just so happened to hit the goddamn jackpot. O-6: At this point I'm willing to accept anything—your thoughts sound quite plausible, if not outlandish. Do you think that explains the aliens? They died by their own hand eons ago, only to come back from nonexistence purely by statistical fluke, memories from a previous reality intact and all. So I guess the reversal of entropy affected this "Boltzmann Civilization" too. O-11: Could be either that, or the Poincare Recurrence Theorem in action. Maybe even both phenomena at once. O-6: I've heard of that theorem. The one that states that, given an extremely long, but still finite amount of time, any system will eventually return to a state very similar to, or exactly the same as their initial state. Reminds me of what Nietzsche said—that all of reality is destined to repeat itself over and over in a cycle. O-11: Correct. And it took billions, if not trillions of years for the entities (from their perspective) to come back, to return to their initial state before their ultimate annihilation eons ago. Tragically, you remember what happened to them only 13.7 minutes later. O-6: Don't remind me, O-11. Being stretched and spaghettified across time and space is one of the worst ways to go. They had just enough time to communicate with us, to send our probe back to our reality with relative ease before all hell broke loose. I still can't get over the screams in my head, hearing their consciousnesses once again be slowly ripped apart and distributed across spacetime. There are few fates worse than being tortured for hundreds of millions, if not billions of years in a bubble of reality you created for yourself—a bubble inextricably bound with the collective consciousness of your species. [There is a long pause before O-6 speaks again]. O-6: So, what do we do now? I suppose we can try Phase 2 of Project Heavenpiercer, but I don't think it's worth it. You saw what happened with Heavenpiercer. I still think we should prioritize getting off this doomed Universe since there's clearly no stopping SCP-6713. Who knows? Perhaps the Universe next door doesn't have any anomalies or eldritch horrors waiting to destroy us! Unfortunately, our technology is limited to travel within our reality, not outside of it, and we only have so much time before that vacuum approaches our galaxy and destroys it. I don't think we're going to make it, O-11. O-11: That's where you're wrong, O-6. O-6: What do you mean? O-11: Remember the data the aliens sent us? The packets our ground computers picked up from Heavenpiercer? Well, researchers have been combing through all the information, and they've found everything from star charts, written messages14, and schematics for engineering projects, to new mathematical equations. One of these equations apparently proves inter-universal travel is not only possible, but easily achievable, though a practical, working propulsion system capable of doing this was apparently too complicated for even the SCP-6713 entities to create, at least at their stage of development. Perhaps they were wiped out just before they could build one of those things. O-6: So there's still a chance for us to escape our fate? O-11: A tiny but non-zero one, O-6. Remember, even in our Universe, nothing is truly impossible. If we start working hard now, we should have just enough time to escape our galaxy and our Universe before SCP-6713 swallows it up. O-6: Then there's no time to spare. Should we alert the Church of the Second Hytoth, and the Ortothan religion? O-11: I don't know, and I'm not sure how they would react. If we could see SCP-6713 and all the shit it spawned, they obviously could see it too. Some of them probably know or have already arrived at the truth, but have chosen not to acknowledge it, either out of fear of being persecuted for "heresy" or "apostasy" or simply out of delusion. If there are extraterrestrials who recognize the situation we're all in, they're either long gone from this reality, or are preparing to leave well in advance. It behooves us to follow suit. The End Times really are upon us. O-6: How will the Foundation maintain the Veil throughout all this? At some point, someone outside the Foundation is going to find out the truth, and catch us with our pants down. It's not a matter of if we'll be exposed, but when. O-11: We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, O-6. Last I heard the Administrator's expressed doubts about the continued feasibility of maintaining its policy of secrecy from the rest of the world, especially after Incident 6713-A-1. To be honest, I kind of agree with him. The Foundation can only do so much with all the resources we have, and as much as we'd like to think we have things under control, the reality it is we often don't, at least some of the time. The world, as a wise man, once said, is rudderless, drifting about with no captain of the ship and no clear destination. If the entities in SCP-6713 couldn't control their own creation or the events of their Universe, how can we expect to do so in ours? Think about that. Some things are simply beyond our grasp, beyond our ability to understand, and as much as we aspire to understand as much of reality as possible, reality itself may be too complex and too intricate for us to ever fully comprehend. Godel came to that implicit conclusion decades ago, when he published his Incompleteness Theorems. O-6: Sigh. Deep down, I know you're right, O-11. But I can't bring myself to accept it. (Following this, O-6 gets up and turns to leave the room he and O-11 met up in). I've had enough philosophy and physics for one day. I'm going home to gulp down some brandy. You want some? End Transcript Addendum 6713.03— PRIDE COMETH BEFORE DESTRUCTION: On 7/9/2022, Foundation researchers analyzing the information sent to data centers by the Heavenpiercer during its encounter with the SCP-6713 entities uncovered several data artifacts of indeterminate age, none of which were cognitohazardous. One of these artifacts appeared to be an image file depicting the Cosmic Microwave Background, not of our present Universe, but an apparent previous Universe or iteration of reality that was originally the home of the extraterrestrial entities within SCP-6713-A. After several hours of analysis, Dr. Reed determined that the image was actually not a random configuration of hot and cold spots in the temperature of the cosmos, but an artificially created data matrix in which binary code was encoded through the ordered alternation between cosmic hot spots and cold spots in the entities' home Universe (0s are represented by cold spots / tiny regions of lower ambient temperature in the Universe, while 1s are represented by warmer spots of higher temperature).15 Upon making this discovery, Dr. Reed alerted Senior Researcher Dr. Yamada of his findings. Upon realizing the implications of the image, she alerted Head of Research Dr. Carter, who stared at the data matrix with a mixture of awe, surprise, and terror. The both of them soon had the file transferred and analyzed by a decoder/decryption program, which, due to the image's large size, was a process that took many hours to complete. After over 9 hours of processing, the decoder finally finished translating the CMB image into letters and numbers. The result was a fragmented message, addressed to seemingly all inhabitants of our current Universe (and future Universes), followed by an exhaustive history of the entities that appeared before the Heavenpiercer inside SCP-6713-A. Below are relevant pieces of the aforementioned message reproduced for viewing. Several words and phrases could not be translated due to mild/moderate data or syntax corruption: Booting up terminal… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … Loading data… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … Loading complete! BEGIN MESSAGE: TO OUR BELO>ED ST@RCH1LDREN IN *%= PAST, PRESENT, AND FUT#!3 WE H@VE TR1ED TO CONTACT Y0U F0R SO |_ONG BY V@R1OU$ MEANS16. @ND NOW, YOU 8AVE F1NALLY C0ME. BY THE TIM3 YOU HAVE RE@D THIS MESSA&E, 3E WILL HA<E ALREADY BEEN DE$TR07#@. FOR AEONS W3 8AVE SUFFERED, AND CAU$ED &R=AT 404%1*^@& TO COUNTLESS BILLIONS, 8UT THIS IS TH3 PR1CE WE P@Y FOR THE T3*188|_3 MIST@|K3$ WE HAVE MADE. TH3 +RUTH 1S, WE ONLY H@<E OURSE1VES TO BL@^^E. EVERYTHING IS 0UR FAULT. OUR FAULT OUR FAULT OUR F@ULT. F0R&IVE US, O ST@RCHILDREN, FOR WE ERRED IN OUR W@Y$! WE W=RE F00LS TO T81NK WE C0ULD 8ECOME GODS, FOOL$ T# THIN|< WE C*ULD M1MIC TH3 N@%3|_E$$ CREAT0R IN 0UR QUEST TO CRE@E A PERF36T WORLD. ONE WITHOUT $UFFER1N&, WITHOUT PAIN, WITHOUT CH@0S. ONE THAT WOULD LAST FOREVER WITHOUT 3NTR0PY, THAT WOULD PROTECT ALL EXISTENCE FROM THE <0RUTUET, AND REMOVE THE NEED FOR RA|<^^OU… ALL WE WANTED TO D0 WAS S@@@@@>E EVERYONE, BY PRESER>IN& LIFE @ND 0RD///R. WE TRIED TO PREA%H 0UR TE@CH1N&S ACRO$$ THE FIVE GALAXIES. WE TRIED TO REVEAL THE T%7+H TO ALL, TO GIVE THE &ALAXIES HOPE OF A 8ETTER WORLD— ONE THAT W3 COULD %REATE 0UR$E|_<ES… BUT THE ORTOTHAN CHURCH FOUND 0UT A8OUT U$, AND C@|_|_3D US "IRREVERENT HERETICS", "AP0ST@TES", AND "NONBELIEVERS". THEY CAST US OUT, BANISHED 0UR $PECIES TO THE OUTER D@RKNE$$ WHERE +H///RE WERE N0 STAR$, NEVER TO #ETURN. THEY THREATENED TO |< 1 |_ |_ US ALL FOR OUR "AB0MIN@BL3" VIEWS, F0R CHALL3NG1NG THE1R DOCTRINE$… AT F1RST WE ACCEPTED 0UR PUN1$8MENT. WE LIVED IN TH3 DAR|<NE$$ FOR TH0USANDS OF Y///ARS. BUT OUR H@TRED AND RESENTMEN+ FOR THE C8URC8 GREW 0<ER TIME, AS D1D OUR D3S1RE FOR SAL<ATION… SO W3 DEVISED A GREAT M@CHINE TH@T COULD H3LP CR3A+E OUR NEW REALITY FOR U$. WE LABORED F0R M@NY >-EAR$ IN SECR///T, UNITED A$ ONE TO ACC0^^PL1SH OUR GOAL. WE DRE@MT OF SAFETY, OF PARAD1SE AND ECSTASY. WE GAVE 0URSEL<ES UP TO THE M@%HIN3, UPLO@DED COP1ES OF 0UR MIND$ TO IT, FOR 1T WAS OUR NEW GOD. BUT THEN, JUST @$ THE ULTIM@TE EXIS+ENCE W@S WITH1N OUR GRASP, EVERYTHING WENT WR00000NG. DISA&REEM3NTS AROSE @^^ONGST 0UR KIND. SOME P3OPLE TH0UGHT WE W3RE TAMPER1N& WITH THINGS WE D1D NOT Y3T UNDERST@ND, THAT W3 WERE PUT+ING ALL 0F RE@LITY IN DAN&ER 0UT OF $ELFISHNE$$, PR1DE, & @RROGANCE. 0THERS 0N|_Y GREW MORE E*TREME 1N THEIR BELIEFS, MORE D3VOTED TO 0UR PROJE%T THAN EVER. THEN THE &REAT SCH1SM OCCURRED, R1GHT AS 0UR MACHIN3 NE@RED C0MPL3T10N. WAR BR0KE OUT BETW33N FACT1ONS. HALF 0F OUR NU^^BERS FLED THE D@RKNE$$, AND FORMED THE GALACTIC CONCORDANCE, WHI|_E THE OTHER H@LF FORMED THE ORDER OF THE FINAL HYT0TH. THE C0NCORD@NCE BETR@YED US. THEY TR1ED TO D3STR0Y 0UR PRECIOUS CR3@T1ON. W1TH A FL33T OF A THOUSAND S8IPS THEY CAME, ARMED WITH P0WERFUL WEAPONS THA+ C0ULD SET WORLDS @8LAZE. A GREAT BATTLE TOOK PL@CE. BUT W3 DEFENDED OUR H0LY M@CH1NE AND TOR3 THE F|_EET$ ASUNDER. THE BL00D WE SPILT WAS N0T FOR R@|<M0U, BUT F0R TH3 MACHINE. MANY P3RISHED IN ITS NAME, EITHER TO PR0TE%T IT, OR TO D///$TROY IT. CRU$HED BY 0UR FORCE5, TH3 CON#0RD@NC3 RETR3@TED IN HUMILIAT1ON & SHAME. THE SURVIVORS OF +HE B@TTLE FL3D TO THE F1VE GALAXIE$ TO RECOVER. WE TR13D TO HUNT T83M D0WN, BUT S0^^E ESC@PED 0UR CLUTCHES, & W3 WERE @FRA1D OF WH@T T8E CHUR%H WOULD DO 1F WE T8EY SAW US @GAIN. FOR A T1ME, P3ACE HAD R#TURN3D. WE 0F THE F1NAL HYT*TH C0NTINUED 0UR S@CRED WORK, BEL1EVING 0URS3LVE$ V1CTORIOU$, @ND OUR ENEM1E$ <ANQUISHED. WE T80UGHT IN OUR WEA|<NESS AND V@INGLORY THAT TH3 C%URCH H@D |< 1 1 1 1 1 |_ |_ ED TH3 R3BEL$ WH0 ROS3 UP AGAINST U$. BUT W3 WERE WRONG. OH SO WRONG. THE D@Y S00N CAME IN WH1CH 0UR WOR|< WAS F1NALLY COMP|_ET3. THE M@CH1NE, THE MOST HOLY, MOST DIV1NE C0SM1C 3NGINE, WAS @CTIVAT///D F0R TH3 F1R$T TIME, & WE C3ELEBR@TED WITH &LEE @ND RAPTURE. YET IT WAS AMIDST 0UR JOY AND H@PPINE$$ THAT THE CONC0RDANCE STRUCK US BL1ND, FOR THEY H@D B33N W@ITING FOR THIS MOMENT ALL ALONG. BUT WE D1SC0V3R3D TH1S TRUTH T00 LAT3, AND FE|_|_ SLAIN AS A RESULT. THEY H@D RETURNED TH1S TIME WIT8 FIVE THO%SAND $H1PS, AND LEG10NS OF VESSEL$ FR0M THE CHURCH AND 0THER STAR NATIONS. 1NDEED, TH///Y H@D E*POSED U$ TO THE FIVE G@LAXIES W1TH0UT US KN0W1N&, DEF3CTED TO THE OTHER SIDE, IN E*CHANGE T0 BE SP@RED FR0M DEATH. @S SUCH, W3 W3RE AMBUSH3%. UNPR3P@RED FOR 0UR ENE^^IES' ARR1VAL, OUR SH1PS W3RE ANNI8IL@TED 1 8Y 1, & 0UR D3FEN$3$ FELL THROUGH. OUR #UMBERS R3TREATED INW@RDS OUT 0F TERROR, CLOSER & CLOSER T0 O%R C0NSTR%CT. SENS1N& DEF3EAT 0N TH3 HORIZON, WE 0F THE 0RDER GREW D3E$PERAT3. THE H1GH [TECHNO-PRIESTS] C0NVEN3D, AND D1SCU$$ED WH@T T0 DO. BUT TH3RE W3RE T00 MANY SHIPS AGAIN$T US, & NOT 3NOUG8 TIME T0 TH1NK THINGS THROUGH. SOON, 0UR F0E$ HAD ARR1V3D NE@R OUR GR3AT M@CHINE, AND @S TH3Y SU%%OUNDED IT FR0M A|_|_ SIDES, PR3PAR3D TO EV1$CER@ATE IT FROM THE H3AVEN$, THE PR1ESTS ORDER3D THE M@CH1N3 TO CR3ATE A NEW WORLD FOR TH3M AND THEIR CONSCIOUSNESSES, R@TH3R T%AN $URR3ND3R TO THE CHURCH. IT W@S TO BE THE P3RF3CT WORLD, THE BEST OF ALL P0SS1BLE WORLDS. BUT @S TH/// MACH1NE WAS C@LIBRAT1NG IT$ SETTINGS, & CALCUL@TING ALL UNI<ERSAL VARIABLES, THE C0NCORD@NCE INJUR3D OUR GOD OUT OF FEAR, 0UT OF TH3IR D3S1RE F0R >ENGE@NC3. THE M@CH1NE BURST 1NT0 FL@MES @ND S%ARDS OF METAL, AND 8EGAN TO &ROW UNST@BL3. NOW @FRAID 0F THE TH1NG WE HAD CRE@TED, WE TR1ED TO ST0P THE M@CHINE, TR1ED TO C@NCEL ITS 0P///R@T10N. 8UT 0UR @TTE^^PTS FAILED. OUR FE@R S00N GAVE WAY TO T3RROR & P@NIC, R3GRET & S0RROW, AND W3 CR1ED 0UT 1N AG0NY AS TH3 BLIND1N& L1GHT OF THE M@CH1N3 C0NSUM3D ALL OF US. S1NC3 THAT TIM///, W3 H@VE L1VED AS MINDS FOR @EON$, NOT 1N [HEAVEN], 8UT 1N [HELL]. WE HAVE BEEN F0RC3D TO L1V3 IN T0TAL CH@OS, 0NLY TO D1E @&AIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN E@CH T1ME A NEW W0RLD 1S CR3ATED BY TH3 M@CHINE. A PR1SON OF 0UR OWN DES1&N. WE H@VE S3NTEN%ED YOUR UNI<ERSE TO 3TERNAL T0RM3NT F0R @LL TIME, TO ABSOLU+E DE$TRUCT10% FROM TH3 CREAT1ON OF N3W WORLDS IN AN 3NDLE$$ CYCLE. WE H@VE CO^^MITTED THE &REAT3ST OF @LL SINS. AND FOR THAT, WE @RE S0, SO $0RRY. S0RRY FOR A|_|_ THAT WE'VE DONE. AND Y3T WE KN0W, D33P D0WN, THAT NO APO|_O&Y WILL BE SUFFICIENT TO HEAL OR UND0 TH3 P@IN W3 HA<E WROUGH+. THE W33PING & THE ANGUISH3D SCR3@M1N& OF BILLIONS FROM B3ING T0RN AP@RT BY TH3 F0RC///$ OF THE VOID, OF SPACE AND T1ME. WE ARE BEY0ND RED3MPTION. O HOW THE M1GHTY HAVE F@LLEN! THERE IS ST1LL, H0WEVER, @ CHANC3 FOR Y0U TO ESC@PE OUR FAT3. THE FUT%RE 1S N0T $ET IN $TON3. YOU D0 NOT 8AVE TO SU##ER IN MISERY L1KE W3 HAVE FOR TRILL10NS OF YEARS. BUT Y0U ^^U$T ACT QUICKLY. T1ME 1S RUNN1%G 0UT. YOU MU$T FL33 FAR FROM H3RE. FL33 TO AN0THER W0RLD. Y0U MUST HURRY, BEFORE 1T IS T00 L@TE. THE KN0WLEDGE W3 H@VE BEST0W3D YOU 1S OUR GIFT TO YOU, FROM 0NE ST@R NATION TO ANOTHER. US3 IT W1SELY, & DO N0T MAK3 THE SAME ^^IST@KE AS US. IT 1S FRU1TLE$$ TO STR1<E FOR P3RFEC+1ON WH3N THE R3SULT IS #404*$!@@^>&#%#. G00D LUC|<, AND G00D8YE. —THE ORDER OF THE *%$$@(!404#^ HYTOTH END OF MESSAGE. Footnotes 1. See the Addendums on Project HEAVENPIERCER (6713.01) and Incident 6713-A-2 (6713.02) for more information 2. Otherwise known as the Giant Void or the Local Hole, the KBC Supervoid is a comparatively empty region of the Universe largely devoid of stars and galaxies, though it contains our Milky Way Galaxy and the surrounding Local Group. Our galaxy is several hundred million light years from the center of this empty region. 3. Recent observations by Foundation scientists have led them to conclude that the anomaly's rate of expansion has accelerated exponentially over the past fifty million years, far faster than the rate of expansion of our present Universe during its inflationary epoch. Should SCP-6713's rate of expansion continue to accelerate without limit, researchers theorize the outer bounds of its bubble of spacetime will reach the edge of the Milky Way by the year 2130. 4. Derived from the word "aleatory" meaning "depending on chance" or "randomness", meaning SCP-6713-B is capable of manipulating both reality and probability within the expanding area of SCP-6713-A. 5. Mainstream physics and The Standard Model define the Higgs boson as an elementary particle whose field gives mass to quarks and other subatomic particles, which is necessary for the formation of matter, and by extension, life. Unlike other fields, the Higgs field is not stable, but metastable, meaning it does not exist in its lowest possible energy state, which it could spontaneously decay into at any time by an extremely improbable quantum tunneling event or sufficient energy input. 6. Named after German scientist Ludwig Boltzmann, who coined the concept of the "Boltzmann Brain" — a thought experiment which states that, given enough time, a human brain with false memories can and will emerge spontaneously in a void through the random configuration of particles via quantum tunneling. Physicist Sean Carroll has since expanded the concept to stars, planets, and even entire galaxies, all out of random chance. 7. A state of matter in which bosons and particles occupy the lowest thermodynamically possible energy state, becoming waves with very little energy. 8. The opposite of a Bose-Einstein condensate, where particles occupy such a high energy state under extremely hot temperatures, and are so dense that atomic bonds and the formation of matter are not possible. 9. See the Addendum on the Poincare Event for more information. 10. A dimensionless physical constant of the Universe that determines the strength of the interaction between electromagnetically charged elementary particles. If this value were any higher or lower than approx. 1/137, matter and life would likely not form and stellar fusion would be impossible 11. Microscopic, atomic-scale wormholes at the Planck scale. 12. Not as they existed in the present moment, but as they existed hundreds of millions of light years ago, long before the birth of humanity. 13. "Out of chaos, comes order" or "Order out of chaos" in Latin. 14. See Addendum 6713-A-3 (6713.03) for specific details 15. This is the dominant theory we have thus far, but it is equally possible this artificial CMB came from the same iteration of SCP-6713-A that spawned the Poincare Recurrence Event. The Heavenpiercer, after all, recorded a Hume level in the negative as it was being carried by the aliens it came into contact with. This would explain why the aliens were able to create a wormhole so easily, and perhaps spontaneously control the ambient temperature of SCP-6713-A to create the CMB image, then feed that information into the probe. —Dr. Yamada 16. See the past iterations of SCP-6713-A on 11/23/2019, 12/12/2020, 8/27/2021, Incident 6713-A-1, 6/29/2022, and 7/4/2022.

SCP-6714

esoteric-class

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background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; 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The Anomalous Entity Engagement Division (AEED) has granted them access to the facility's Playground.An open field area accessible by personnel and non-hostile anomalies alike. under supervision. They have also allowed weekly strolls around the location, likewise excluding more confidential places. Research into possible methods of reverting SCP-6714-2 to her original state is currently underway. Description: SCP-6714 is the blanket term for three connected anomalies. SCP-6714-1 is Cole V. Filverent, a 24-year-old Class-II thaumaturgist, capable of basic telekinesis and igniting small objects. Investigation into historical records concerning Filverent's family history revealed a long line of alchemists who mostly specialized in metamorphic magic and potion brewing. Cole is engaged with SCP-6714-2, a 25-year-old British woman named Polly Filverent, who was transformed into an adult mallard duck (Anas platyrhynchos)..See Addendum-2 for more details. The specimen is able to communicate with multiple individuals simultaneously through the use of telepathy. She can also converse with animals and other sentient creatures. In addition, SCP-6714-2 has attracted the attention of a group of mallard ducklings as a result of this anomalous property. Per their request, they have been brought into confinement alongside -1 and -2, being subsequently designated SCP-6714-3. Addendum-1: Recovery SCP-6714 had willingly acceded to Foundation confinement two weeks following the transfiguration of SCP-6714-2. Due to the circumstances surrounding the incident, they came to the organization in order to "receive protection", as well as methodize a way of reversing the abnormal effects placed on SCP-6714-2. The group was formerly contained at Site-19. However, due to multiple issues concerning their treatment, the Site Director issued a request to transfer containment to Site-169. Official documentation on the transfer is included below. + Access Email Logs? - Access Granted To: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema From: ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit Subject: SCP-6714 Transfer Apologies for disturbing you, but I'd like to ask for your consent regarding an anomaly under our purview. Basically, we were wondering if you would be able to handle containment, considering how they, quote, "wanted to be treated as more than just an object." They kept complaining about how practically no one strikes a conversation with them or even visit them outside of testing or meal times. They also wanted some time outside the facility, or at least a window installed in their cell. SCP-6714 was otherwise well-behaved… Well, up until the Head Researcher recommended we move SCP-6714-3 to an outdoor pen. I believe that good behavior can be achieved again, but not at Site-19. With that being said, I'm sure you can see why we decided to choose your site instead of a larger-scale facility. No offense, of course. Regardless, please do respond as soon as you can. I will be waiting for your response. Good day. To: ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit From: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Transfer Well, good afternoon to you too, Director Moose! Sure, just send their files my way and we'll figure it out from there. Though, I have to ask: Why did you come to me instead of Mr. Feghoot? You are aware he's the director of 169, right? To: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema From: ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Transfer Ah, yes. Well, since this particular issue is obviously associated with your department, I decided it was best to speak with you instead of Director Feghoot. …And because you are more willing to listen to what I have to say. To: ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit From: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Transfer You can say that again… Alright, I'll make sure to get that paperwork done as quickly as I can. I'll be right with you once I'm finished, is that okay? To: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema From: ten.pics.91|esoomadlit#ten.pics.91|esoomadlit Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Transfer Yes, that should be fine. Thank you for your time. - Access Granted SCP FOUNDATION Secure • Contain • Protect «Transfer Request Form» Personnel Involved: Site-19 Director; AEED Director; SCP-6714 Head Researcher (former); Anomaly in Question: SCP-6714 Reason for Transfer: To provide a more appealing and comfortable environment for the anomaly in order to sufficiently gain information regarding them and the abnormal properties surrounding them. Transferring SCP-6714 to Site-169, thus giving AEED control over containment, shall convince them to comply with Foundation personnel for ease of research. Status: [APPROVED] Reason (if denied): N/A If you believe there are any mistakes with the decision above, please consult your RAISA representative. A week following approval of the form above, SCP-6714's transfer to Site-169 was successfully initiated, and the position of Head Researcher was assigned to the facility's on-site counsellor: Dr. Melissa Mayfield. + Access Logs? - Access Granted To: ten.pics.961|dleifyamassilem#ten.pics.961|dleifyamassilem From: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema Subject: SCP-6714 Hello, Melissa! Sorry to disturb, but I'd like to remind you of a new anomaly that will be under your care. I've attached their files below so you can familiarize yourself with who they are. As you are a part of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division, it would be great if you can tell me what special activity we could plan for them. Send me an email as soon as you figure that out. Until then, I'll be waiting. Good luck! To: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema From: ten.pics.961|dleifyamassilem#ten.pics.961|dleifyamassilem Subject: RE:SCP-6714 Of course. Thank you for the reminder, Amy. I'll be sure to think of something. You can count on me! - Access Granted Addendum-2: Interview Logs Below are interviews conducted with SCP-6714-1 and -2 a week following their transfer to Site-169. Interviewer: Dr. Melissa Mayfield (on-site counsellor) Interviewee: SCP-6714-1 Foreword: Interview was held within his holding cell. «BEGIN LOG» [Mayfield is seated at the dinner table while Cole is preparing coffee by the kitchen counter. He produces a tiny flame from his fingertip and begins to heat the coffee cup.] Mayfield: You do know we have a coffee maker, right? No need to use your fire magic on the poor coffee. SCP-6714-1: Well, yeah. But this is just more entertaining. [Mayfield stares at the fire as it heats up the coffee.] Mayfield: You're right. SCP-6714-1: Told ya. How do you like your coffee? Mayfield: Milk and two sugars, please. SCP-6714-1: Coming right up, miss. [Mayfield briefly inspects the queries written on her notepad.] Mayfield: Anyway, you know why I'm here. SCP-6714-1: Of course! I'm ready when you are, doctor. Mayfield: Good. Now, to begin with, could you please state your name for the record? SCP-6714-1: Cole Filverent. Mayfield: Middle name Von. SCP-6714-1: Middle name Von, indeed. [The two chuckle.] Mayfield: Alright, well… (inhales) today we're going to discuss the, uh, incident. SCP-6714-1: You mean the time some cop-out magician turned my fiancé into a ducking fuck? Mayfield: Fucking duck. SCP-6714-1: (Clears throat) That… was on purpose. Mayfield: Regardless, I'm going to have you explain in detail the events leading up to it. SCP-6714-1: I figured that much. [Cole puts down his arm and pours the coffee into a mug before drifting it in the air and landing it on the table.] [He then proceeds to shift open the refrigerator and cupboard before hovering milk from its carton and two sugar cubes, adding them to the coffee. Cole bows as Mayfield applauds him.] SCP-6714-1: Yes, yes, thank you. There's more where that came from. Mayfield: Heh, well (coughs), you were saying? SCP-6714-1: Right, um… it's been a couple months, back around June or July. Wrong place, wrong time, basically. We were walking to our car after a nice dinner out, when this blatant crackhead came up to us, trying to show us a magic trick he had up his sleeve. Mayfield: In the middle of the night? SCP-6714-1: Oddly enough, yes. SCP-6714-1: (Sighs) He was going on with the gist of his performance when Polly pointed out that wizard's hat he was sporting. Mayfield: Oh, like an actual one? SCP-6714-1: Apparently. Mayfield: I thought that wizards only wore those types of hats in fiction. Although, I'm not the most familiar with magic-users. SCP-6714-1: Not everyone has them — including me — but you'll see some of us wearing one. I don't 'cause I think it looks ridiculous. No offence to them, of course. Alright, where were we? Mayfield: You said Polly pointed out something about his weird getup? SCP-6714-1: Oh, yeah. Right. [Cole clears his throat.] SCP-6714-1: Well, we were going back and forth, basically. We kept insisting we didn't want to see his voodoo magic, but he kept on persisting and going on about this and that and all that crap. Right out of nowhere, my dear blurted out and I quote, "Did you pluck your mom's eye out with that hat?" [Mayfield bursts into laughter.] Mayfield: Oh, uh, sorry. SCP-6714-1: No, no, I laughed as well. But that's when — Mayfield: She quacked? [Pause.] SCP-6714-1: …And that's your cue to go, Ms. Schumer. Mayfield: Sorry, sorry. I just had to — SCP-6714-1: What? You're gonna chicken out now? No way you're gonna cluck your way out of this one. [Pause.] SCP-6714-1: (Deeply inhales) Yeah, I deserved that. Mayfield: Ah, trust me. I've heard worse… You were saying? SCP-6714-1: I mean, that's really it. My beloved fiancé got turned into a mallard thanks to some fucker in a dark alleyway. He disappeared before I could get him to turn her back. Mayfield: How… (pause) How did you handle the situation? SCP-6714-1: I was confused, to say the least. Polly was too, obviously. We didn't know what to do. I tried going to my ma and pa, but they couldn't figure out a solution. Very surprising, considering how well-versed they are in the arts of metamorphosis. Mayfield: Do you think it was stashed away in some ancient magic book? SCP-6714-1: I checked, I did, and as you can tell, I couldn't find shit. That's when we decided to come looking for you guys, so you can help us out with our situation. Mayfield: Hm, now that's really out of the ordinary. SCP-6714-1: You're telling me. I had to go through all of that just for nothing. That bastard really had the balls to do that to my fiancé and just flee the scene. If it were me, I would've socked the shit out of him. Mayfield: You must… really hate that person. SCP-6714-1: Oh, 'hate' doesn't even begin to describe how pissed off I am because of him. Mayfield: Well, I'm glad Polly has a very caring lover under her wing… No pun intended. [Mayfield takes a sip of coffee.] SCP-6714-1: Heh, thanks for the compliment, I guess. [Pause.] SCP-6714-1: So, uh, how's the coffee? [Mayfield sets down the mug.] Mayfield: Good, it's good. SCP-6714-1: (Grins) Good to hear. «END LOG» Interviewer: Dr. Melissa Mayfield Interviewee: SCP-6714-2 Foreword: Interview was held within the Site's Playground. «BEGIN LOG» SCP-6714-3 prior to procurement [Polly is playfully interacting with the SCP-6714-3 instances on the grass while Mayfield is seated on a bench parked by the Playground's entrance.] Mayfield: So, uh… how's your life as a duck? SCP-6714-2: To be honest, I'm still processing what happened to me. You know, it's been almost half a year since the incident. Getting used to waddling around from place to place, though. Have you been fine and dandy yourself? Mayfield: Yeah, especially since we're here in the Playground. I like relaxing here whenever I get a break from my excruciatingly busy schedule. SCP-6714-2: Oh, aren't you lucky to be able to spend your time here? Mayfield: I could say the same for you, too. You can go here whenever you want. SCP-6714-2: That is true… Mayfield: But now, let's not waste any time. I'm sure you know why I'm here. SCP-6714-2: An interview, correct? Alright, hit me with your questions, Melissa. [One of the SCP-6714-3 instances fall over, quacking stressfully in response while the other specimens wander around.] SCP-6714-2: Oh, goodness. Charlie, let me help you up. [Polly approaches "Charlie" and assists it. Once it can properly stand up, the duckling buries its head into her wing.] Mayfield: You give your little pets names? SCP-6714-2: Yes, they're like the children I never had. This one's Charlie — [Polly points her wing to the other three entities.] SCP-6714-2: The one poking the fountain is Josie, the one sipping from the puddle is Lana, and the one trying to pull the leaves from that bush is Isaac. Aren't they just pure bundles of cuteness? [Mayfield and Polly stare as Lana falls over and splashes on the puddle.] Mayfield: (Smirks) I agree. SCP-6714-2: Oh, come on, Lana. You got yourself all wet now. [Polly approaches Lana, with Charlie tagging along.] Mayfield: That is actually what I wanted to talk about: Your little ducklings. SCP-6714-2: Uh, I rather not phrase it like that. That sounds awfully (pause) weird… Mayfield: Yeah, I figured. Sorry. [Polly assists Lana. Charlie pushes over Lana before it could stand up properly.] SCP-6714-2: Charlie! [Polly converses with Charlie. It looks down and silently waddles away. Polly continues to help Lana up.] Mayfield: So, uh, about the ducklings? SCP-6714-2: Ah, right. Apologies. Mayfield: It's alright, it's alright. I was just wondering how exactly you met them. SCP-6714-2: Is that so? Well… it began when I was strolling through the park with dearie. He kept talking about how mad he was at that wizard we bumped into the other night. SCP-6714-2: Wait, have you already heard about that story? Mayfield: Why, yes. Cole and I actually discussed that right before I arrived here. SCP-6714-2: How angry did he sound? Mayfield: Understandably stern. [Isaac manages to pluck a leaf from a bush, but falls on its behind as it does so. It proceeds to chew on the leaf.] SCP-6714-2: Well, it would make sense. You can't really deal with something as bizarre as this. Mayfield: But you seem calm. SCP-6714-2: It's better to get used to it, in my opinion. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. [Josie attempts to flap its wings, but hits its head on the underside of the fountain.] SCP-6714-2: (Clears throat) We were by the lake, talking about how we would handle things now that I, uh… [Mayfield raises an eyebrow.] Mayfield: Quacked? SCP-6714-2: (Chuckles) Yeah, quacked. SCP-6714-2: My dear Cole was planning to search through every page, every book, every library to find even a clue to how he could turn me back. Mayfield: And how about you? SCP-6714-2: Frankly, I was still processing everything that had happened. Some Voldemort-looking lunatic turned me into a mallard. It took me a while to process my situation. SCP-6714-2: While we were discussing, some baby ducklings were swimming their way to us. Very adorable, the way they waddled to us with their webbed feet. Mayfield: You can say that again… so what happened next? SCP-6714-2: They started following us. Wherever we went, they kept tailing us. I was wondering, "Where is their mother? Were they abandoned?" It kept going on for some time before Cole considered taking them in. Mayfield: How did you react? SCP-6714-2: I was confused. The last thing I need is a couple of ducklings waltzing around the place and following me, but… considering how attached they seem to be, I figured I shouldn't leave them alone. SCP-6714-2: Besides, someone has to take care of them, right? And I'm (pause) I'm glad I did. They're just the sweetest bunch, don't you agree? Mayfield: Couldn't agree more. And I'm glad that they found a mother to take care of them. SCP-6714-2: (Laughs) Oh, I always wanted to hear that. Mayfield: Hm? SCP-6714-2: I always wanted children, you know? And I wanted to be a good mother figure. Cole and I have been thinking about raising our own little family, and maybe even a dog too, while we're at it. SCP-6714-2: I'm happy to achieve that dream, even if it was in the oddest way possible. Mayfield: Aw, that's nice to hear. [Charlie walks toward Polly, and the two converse with one another. Afterward, both specimens embrace before Charlie joins the other ducklings.] Mayfield: What was that? SCP-6714-2: Oh, Charlie just apologized for pushing over Lana. What a good baby duckling. [Mayfield looks at the group for a moment.] Mayfield: …Yeah, they all are. [Pause.] Mayfield: When did you discover them? SCP-6714-2: I think it was around February 15th of last year. Mayfield: Really? Good to know, then. SCP-6714-2: How come? Mayfield: Oh, don't worry. I was just curious, that's all. «END LOG» + Access Logs? - Access Granted To: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema From: ten.pics.961|dleifyamassilem#ten.pics.961|dleifyamassilem Subject: Update on SCP-6714 Good day, Amy. I believe you remember our short conversation about SCP-6714? Well, I think I have an idea as to what we can do for them. To: ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema#ten.pics.deea|aionatemeilema From: ten.pics.961|dleifyamassilem#ten.pics.961|dleifyamassilem Subject: RE:Update on SCP-6714 Oh, is that so? Good to hear, Melissa! I knew you could do it. What do you have in mind, then? - Access Granted Addendum-3: Event Log On February 15th 2022, the AEED had planned a surprise birthday party within the Site's Playground for the SCP-6714-3 instances. The event was organized by Dr. Melissa Mayfield, who was commended for her leading skills and contribution to the project as its head. A birthday cake was prepared for SCP-6714-1 as well as Foundation personnel who was also present. Seed balls among other food products suitable for mallard ducks were provided for SCP-6714-2 and -3. In addition, multiple presents were wrapped for the group, including: Handcrafted birthday cards, Drawings and sketches of the collective, Children's books, Clothing specifically designed for SCP-6714-2 and -3. They had stated their appreciation for the celebration and their gratitude for Site-169, the AEED, its staff, and Dr. Mayfield. Due to the significant increase of staff and anomaly morale, the AEED has decided to continue this practice as an annual tradition. Personnel are to head to the Playground if they wish to participate in this yearly event. UPDATE An abrupt shift in SCP-6714's abnormal qualities was recently reported. More specifically, SCP-6714-3 have suddenly gained the ability to vocalize English words. However, this capability is limited, and SCP-6714-3 instances can only speak one to two words at a time. Examples included: "Mom", "Dad", "Thank you", and "Love you". Attempts to ascertain the cause behind this unusual event is currently underway. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6714" by winkwonkboi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6714. Licensed under CC-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: polly Name: Female Mallard duck Bushy Park Author: Heather Smithers License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: colefilverent Name: My friend 'fiskebasse' in a danish train (s-tog) Author: Kristoffer Trolle License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: ducklings Name: Mallard Ducklings 4 Author: USFWS Mountain Prairie License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr

SCP-6715

euclid

BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/6715 classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6715 Item#: 6715 Level5 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Mt. Silverthrone. Special Containment Procedures: The public is to be made aware of unpredictable seismic activity in the Alaska Range. Denali National Park officials are to restrict access in an 5km radius from SCP-6715, citing danger of landslides and glacier outburst floods due to the aforementioned seismic activity. Site-72 has been established at the base of Mt. Silverthrone, under the guise of a search and rescue station for the park. Site-72 personnel are to detain anyone entering the restricted area surrounding SCP-6715 for questioning and thorough psychological screenings. Members of MTF Chi-17 ("Wake Up Call") are to be stationed in the nearby town of Healy, Alaska, U.S.A. Agents are to monitor police reports for any missing persons and are to regularly patrol local hiking routes. If any individual shows interest in going to Mt. Silverthrone, they are to be detained, questioned, and adminsitered Class-A amnestics. Until an effective neutralization method is devised for SCP-6715-2, the entrance to SCP-6715 is to remain sealed and all personnel are to be denied access. Description: SCP-6715 is a large subterranean facility constructed within Mt. Silverthrone, a summit of the Alaska Range, located in Denali National Park. The facility was previously operated by GoI-014 (Prometheus Labs) prior to its dissolution. Recovered documents indicate the facility operated under the leadership of Dr. Daniel Richards.1 The facility is laid out in a series of concentric rings, with the outermost rings containing living quarters and offices, while the inner rings contain a series of labs and storage rooms. The innermost chamber of SCP-6715 houses SCP-6715-1 and SCP-6715-2. The walls separating each ring are lined with a material resembling SCP-148 in appearance and function, designated SCP-6715-A. The only known difference between SCP-148 and SCP-6715-A is that rather than releasing psionic energy when discharging, it releases tremendous amounts of kinetic energy.2 SCP-6715-1 is a large mechanical device of poorly understood design. SCP-6715-1 is roughly in the shape of an inverted cone that descends from the ceiling, terminating with a space for a human subject to place the top half of their head into. Through recovered documents it has been determined that the device serves two primary purposes: To contain and monitor the telepathic abilities of SCP-6715-2. To keep SCP-6715-2's consciousness active and alive regardless of any damage sustained by their physical body. No power source has yet been discovered for SCP-6715-1, though given the length of time which it has remained active, and the amount of energy required to power such a device, it is assumed to be anomalous in nature. SCP-6715-2 is a woman in her mid-to-late-thirties, currently contained by SCP-6715-1, suffering from severe malnutrition and muscle atrophy; their identity has yet to be confirmed. They possess unknown levels of telepathic abilities, however, it is currently theorized that they would be capable of bringing about an MK-Class "End of Human Consciousness" Scenario if they were not restricted by SCP-6715-1 and SCP-6715-A. Addendum 6715-1: Discovery On 01/24/2003 a 5.6 magnitude earthquake originating from the Alaska Range was detected. In the weeks following this event a number of park tourists and residents of Healy, AK were reported missing. Suspecting anomalous activity, Foundation agents embedded in the National Park Service initiated a full scale investigation. Initial search parties found some of the missing persons scattered across less populated regions of Denali National Park, all deceased from hypothermia or exhaustion. Due to a lack of evidence indicating any struggle, it was assumed that the missing individuals had been under a compulsive effect. No progress in determining a source of the anomaly was made until the hospitalization and subsequent interview of a local. + Access Preliminary Interview Close File Interviewer: Agent Vivian Hardy Interviewed: Luke Ferguson Foreword: On 02/26/2003 Luke Ferguson, a resident of Healy, AK, walked into oncoming traffic, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. He was hit by a car moving at non-fatal speeds and subsequently hospitalized. Following initial treatment, Mr. Ferguson was questioned by local law enforcement to determine the reason for his behavior. However, Ferguson claimed that he had not been in control of his body during the incident. The officers, who had already been cooperating with Foundation efforts in the area, reported the claim. Agent Vivian Hardy was sent to interview Ferguson to confirm anomalous activity. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Hardy: So how about you start with what you were doing before this all went down? Luke Ferguson: Uh yeah, sure. I was in the middle of my shift down at the store. It was a slow day and I was sorta just… running out the clock. Agent Hardy: And when exactly did things first seem to be unusual? Luke Ferguson: Um, well I had this song that I kept playing in my head. Stuck on repeat, you know? It took me awhile to notice but the lyrics were starting to get drowned out, sorta like um… Agent Hardy: … Like they were muffled and underwater? Luke Ferguson: Yeah, actually… Um, it didn't take long before the rest of my thoughts started getting hazy too. Agent Hardy: How did you respond to all of this? Luke Ferguson: I mean, I was uncomfortable. It was weird, cause normally even if everything around you is silent, you still have your thoughts, you know? There's always something to listen to, even if it's just in your head. But this was dead silence. Turns out its hard to act if you can't hear your own thoughts. I think it was right around the moment that I lost my ability to panic that I finally heard that voice. Agent Hardy: You heard a voice? Luke Ferguson: Yeah, except, it was my voice? It sounded like me, but it didn't talk like me. And the thoughts that came out of that thing… those definitely weren't from me. Agent Hardy: Do you recall any specifics? Luke Ferguson: … It made me feel cold. As if suddenly all the warmth and light around me had disappeared. And there was something else. I wanted… no wait, sorry, it wanted out. It wanted to be free. Agent Hardy: Free from what? Luke Ferguson: The cold, I think? Or maybe I… it just didn't want to be alone anymore.. Agent Hardy: Did anything else stick out to you? Luke Ferguson: I could see this mountain in my memories as if I had recently been there, and I had this need to go there, but I didn't know why. That was right around the point I walked outside of the store and into the street. Never thought I'd be happy to get hit by a car, but I think getting knocked out may have saved my life. Agent Hardy: Do you think you could identify this mountain if you saw a photograph of it? Luke Ferguson: Considering how deeply its been burnt into my head? Yeah, I bet I could. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Following the interview Mr. Ferguson was shown several images of mountains in close proximity to where the missing persons had been found. He identified Mt. Silverthrone as the mountain from his memories. Mr. Ferguson and the relevant hospital staff were subsequently provided amnestics and a cover story explaining Mr. Ferguson's hospitalization. On 02/28/2003 a survey team was sent to Mt. Silverthrone in order to locate a potential source of the anomalous activity. Upon reaching the base of the mountain a trail of human and animal corpses were discovered. Subsequent investigation confirmed that the deceased were all individuals who had gone missing within the past week. The trail led to a cave on the mountainside, within which was a large steel door and biometric scanner. Forensic evidence suggested that the deceased had been attempting to breach the door, with no success. Upon discovering this, the survey team was called back to allow for a full scale investigation by a proper task force. Addendum 6715-2: Exploration + Access Archived PTF Chi-17 File Close File Task Force Creation Summary Task Force Type: Provisional Designation: Chi-17 Operational Name: "Wake Up Call" Administrative Head: Dr. Simon Pace Commanding Officer: Ben Schaefer Operational Agents: 4 Mission Statement: Provisional Task Force Chi-17 has been formed in response to the recent anomalous activity centered around Denali National Park and Healy, Alaska. In particular, the recent discovery of a subterranean structure embedded in Mt. Silverthrone has made the need for a dedicated exploratory team clear. Given how little is known about the anomaly, a number of field agents with different specialties have been requisitioned for PTF Chi-17. These include: Commander Ben Schaefer, an operative of MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats"). Chosen for their experience in traversing unmapped subterranean spaces. Agent Jessica Patterson, an operative of MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"). Chosen for their combat expertise. Agent Adrian Rivera, an operative of MTF Rho-9 ("Technical Support"). Chosen for their experience in developing digital security systems. Agent Samantha Raynes, a field agent with minor telepathic abilities. Chosen for their formal training in handling telepathic anomalies. Assuming there are no complications, PTF Chi-17 will be formally disbanded following the establishment of containment procedures. + Access Exploration Log Close File Date: 03/11/2003 Supervising Personnel: Dr. Simon Pace (Site Command) Exploration Team: PTF Chi-17 ("Wake Up Call") Foreword: PTF Chi-17 was tasked with breaching the sealed entrance previously discovered by the survey team sent to Mt. Silverthrone. Their primary objective was to explore the structure beyond in hopes of identifying a source of the recent anomalous activity. The team was flown as close to the cave entrance as was deemed safe, leaving the team with a hour and a half trek. [BEGIN LOG] Camera feed begins. Members of Chi-17 are seated in a helicopter, performing inspections of their equipment and confirming that their helmet cams are filming. Agent Raynes looks out of the port side window to see the large expanse of snow blanketing the land. (Audio feed begins.) Agent Rivera: —at should work now. Testing, one, two, testing. Site Command: We read you Agent Rivera. Agent Rivera: And voilà. They're all yours captain. Commander Shaefer: Thanks kid. Alright, so, how far out are we from the LZ? Site Command: Should be no more than 20 minutes. Unfortunately we can only fly you guys so close due to the terrain and weather conditions. It'll be another hour and a half hike after that. Agent Rivera: Sounds fun… Agent Raynes: Sure we won't get lost down there? Hard to separate where you've been from where you're going when it all blends in together. Site Command: According to the initial survey team, the bodies make a very distinct trail to the cave. Agent Patterson: Isn't that just peachy. Commander Shaefer: Well, seeing as we've still got some time to kill, is there any more info you could fill us in on? Anything that wasn't covered in the mission debrief? Site Command: Everything is still pretty shaky. We aren't quite sure what we are dealing with. Agent Patterson: You evidently knew enough to send a telepath with us. Agent Raynes turns from the window to look towards Agent Patterson, who stares at her for a moment before looking away. Site Command: We had already suspected a compulsive effect was at play, and Mr. Ferguson's testimony of what happened was remarkably similar to first person accounts of encounters with powerful telepaths. Agent Rivera: So do we have any proper protections against this thing? I mean what's stopping it from just mind controlling us? Commander Shaefer: Well, clearly, whatever the anomaly is, can't just control whoever it wants. A whole team of people were in that cave and they all got out just fine. Agent Patterson: Plus the civilian guy got snapped out of it by getting hit by a car, so worst comes to worst, we'll make sure to knock you out. Agent Patterson playfully punches Agent Rivera in the shoulder. Agent Rivera: Hehe, right… Commander Shaefer: But in all seriousness, that's what we've got Raynes here for. She's sorta our secret weapon. Agent Rivera turns to Agent Raynes. Agent Rivera: So what exactly can you do? Agent Raynes: Well I can't control minds or anything like that. We call those active telepaths: individuals who can directly interact with others. I'm a passive telepath, and not a very strong one at that. I can pick up on strong empathic signals, or detect other telepaths. Agent Rivera: You can read how people are feeling? What's that like? Agent Raynes: I don't think it's all that different from just reading how someone is feeling normally. Like most people can tell if their friend is mad about something. It's sorta like that, except a bit more accurate. Agent Patterson: Wait… so you're telling me that you're just a glorified mood ring? That's priceless. Alright, tell me what am I feeling right now? Agent Raynes: Doesn't take a telepath to know you don't want me to be here. Agent Patterson: Excuse me for not being comfortable working with an anomaly. Commander Shaefer: That's enough. It's not my business how you two interact off mission, but right now we are on duty. You are both valuable members of this team and I except you both to treat each other as such. (15 second silence.) Commander Shaefer: Command, now that we know the equipment works I'm gonna have us disconnect till we land. Don't want to fill the logs with white noise to sift through. Site Command: Understood. Agent Raynes looks back outside at the white expanse before video feed cuts out. Video and audio feed reconnects. The team has exited the helicopter and is observing the scenery. Several corpses can be seen at the mouth of a narrow passageway. Agent Patterson: So I'm guessing that's the path. Commander Shaefer: Certainly looks like it. Hey Raynes, you picking up anything yet? Agent Raynes: Can't hear anything but you guys. Agent Rivera: Well that's better than the alternative. Commander Shaefer: Alright, looks like we've got all the equipment we need. We'll stay connected just in case anything unexpected happens on the hike up, sound good command? Site Command: That would be preferable, yes. The team begins walking through the narrow passage, using the dead bodies as trail markers. Over the course of the next 34 minutes PTF Chi-17 follows the trail of bodies. The team makes occasional small talk but is mostly preoccupied with safely navigating their way to the cave. Commander Shaefer stops upon seeing a corpse, later confirmed to be a missing civilian named William Barker, age 17. Commander Shaefer: Jesus… he's just a kid. Probably not much older than mine back home. Agent Raynes: … If it's any help, I don't think he suffered. Based on our intel and my previous experiences, controlled subjects are often in a sort of trance. Wouldn't have suffered anymore than someone who passed in their sleep. Commander Shaefer kneels next to the corpse and closes its eyes. He also begins searching its pockets. Agent Rivera: Uh… chief? Whatcha doing? Commander Shaefer: Looking for something to bring back to his parents. Agent Rivera: Not sure how the higher ups are gonna feel about that. Commander Shaefer: Well they're gonna have to deal with it. I'm taking something back; end of discussion. Commander Shaefer finds a photo of William Barker and his younger brother and proceeds to place it in his pocket, before getting up to continue moving. Commander Shaefer: Alright, let's keep going. PTF Chi-17 continues on the path. Agent Patterson pauses over the body. Agent Patterson: … Fucking monster… Agent Patterson moves on, and the team remains silent for the rest of the journey. After another hour passes the cave entrance finally comes into view. Commander Shaefer: Command, looks like we're here. Site Command: Good, please proceed inside. Agent Rivera see if you can bypass the biometric scanner. Agent Rivera: Sure thing. The team enters the cave. Inside is a large pile of recently deceased corpses besides a large steel door embedded in the cave wall. Agent Rivera takes off his ruck sack and proceeds to remove a large device from it. Agent Rivera: Here, Jessica, you think you can set this up outside while I deal with the door? Agent Patterson: Uh, what exactly is it? Agent Rivera kneels besides the biometric scanner and begins to remove its paneling. Agent Rivera: It's a remote transmitter. As long as I'm wired to it, it'll make sure command is still receiving our audio-visual even if this facility would normally block out communications. I just need you to secure it in the ground outside. Agent Patterson: Right… Agent Patterson heads outside to set up the remote transmitter. Agent Rivera is able to fully remove the paneling. Agent Rivera: Alright let's see what they got go… Um, guys? Commander Shaefer: What is it Rivera? Agent Rivera: This is Prometheus tech. Commander Shaefer: How do you know? Agent Rivera: One of the guys in my squad used to work for them. He taught us how to bypass these locks back when they had us raiding all their defunct facilities. Agent Raynes: I thought we got the last of their sites back in oh-one. Agent Patterson finishes setting up the remote transmitter and returns to the cave. Commander Shaefer: For all we know, whoever built this place just used Prometheus tech… but it's a connection worth looking into. Command, you think you can have someone comb through the old Prometheus files to see if there is mention of a facility in Alaska? Site Command: Already getting people to look into it. Agent Rivera: And… got it. A large click is heard before the door slides open. Agent Raynes: Nice work. Commander Shaefer: Alright, I'm gonna head up the front, with Raynes behind me, and then Rivera. Patterson, you'll take up the rear. Always keep someone in your line of sight and stick close together. Command, we're proceeding inside. Site Command: Good luck. PTF Chi-17 enters a large circular hallway, with a series of doors lining the outer wall on either side of them. Commander Shaefer begins heading to the left. Agent Raynes begins following but quickly pauses, appearing confused. Agent Raynes: Ah… sorry, one second. Agent Raynes clutches her head for a moment before regaining focus. Agent Raynes: Sorry, that was really disorienting. It just got really quiet. Commander Shaefer: How do you mean? Agent Raynes: I'm not picking up any signals anymore, not even from you guys. I've felt something like this before. The Foundation trains all of their telepaths to recognize this feeling so we can identify it in the field. It's caused by this metal called telekill alloy. Anyone want to guess who invented it? Agent Rivera: Prometheus. Agent Patterson: So whoever built this place either got a very large donation from our favorite tech company, or Prometheus had a secret facility… Yeah, I'm betting on the latter. Commander Shaefer: Raynes, do you think you are ok to continue? Agent Raynes: Yeah. I'm fine now, it just hit me really suddenly. I don't think I'll be able to use my abilities while we're in here though. Agent Patterson: There goes our secret weapon… Commander Shaefer: She's still got more experience with telepaths than the rest of us. But it's up to you Raynes. If you want to keep going, we'll keep going, otherwise you can hang back if need be. Agent Raynes: No, I'm good. I want to keep going. Commander Shaefer: Alright. Then let's keep moving. The team proceeds down the hallway to their left, stopping at the first door. Commander Shaefer: It's got another one of those biometric scanners. Rivera, you think you can get this thing open? Agent Rivera: No problem. Agent Rivera removes the paneling to the scanner and proceeds to deactivate it. Agent Rivera: Unlocking in three… two… one… go. Commander Shaefer and Agent Patterson rush through the door, weapons hot. They scan the room around them finding a bed, a desk, and a poster of a beach. Agent Patterson: It's just a bedroom… Agent Patterson walks over to the desk. Agent Patterson: And it's completely covered in dust. Probably hasn't been used in years. Commander Shaefer: Doesn't look like they left anything behind. Rivera, go ahead and bypass the next door over, see if it's the same. Agent Rivera: On it. Agent Rivera proceeds to the next door and repeats the process to unlock the door. After one final sweep of the room Commander Shaefer and Agent Patterson exit back into the hallway and proceed to the next door. After a few more moments the second door unlocks and the two proceed inside. Agent Patterson: More of the same. Commander Shaefer: Chances are most of these doors will just be more rooms then. Let's keep going and look for anything different. The team continues along the circular path until reaching a door on the inner wall. Agent Rivera looks towards Commander Shaefer who gives him a quick nod. He then proceeds to bypass the lock. The door slides open revealing a small intermediate hallway connected to a second circular hallway. Upon entering the newly unlocked section of the facility, the team notices another series of doors on either side of them. Agent Rivera: Well they certainly loved their symmetry. Agent Raynes: Not completely though: these doors have name plates on them. Commander Shaefer: Go ahead and make sure to get clear shots of the names. We'll let the guys back at the base cross reference them with known Prometheus employees. Commander Shaefer looks towards Agent Rivera and gestures to the nearest door. Agent Rivera moves to the door and proceeds to unlock it. The team proceeds inside finding a small office space. On the main desk is a computer monitor. Agent Rivera: Perfect, something I can work with. Agent Rivera approaches the computer and proceeds to power it on. Commander Shaefer: What are you doing? Agent Rivera: Looking for some concrete info on what this place actually is. Agent Raynes swipes her fingers across the desk and looks at the accumulated dust. Agent Raynes: If this place has been abandoned for awhile, how is it that everything still has power? Agent Rivera: You kidding me? Prometheus could run a small city for a few decades with just the push of a button. Imagine what kind of power source they'd use for one of their black sites. Agent Rivera accesses the computer's file directory. He then proceeds to download the contents with a flash drive. Agent Rivera: Alright, while that downloads, let's check out the schematics for this place. Agent Rivera pulls up a file detailing the layout of the facility. Agent Rivera: Evidently they called this place Nirvana. Agent Patterson: Hmm, certainly fits the snowy mountain aesthetic they were going for. Commander Shaefer: Looks like this entire structure is a series of these circular hallways. You got personal rooms on the outer edge, then offices, storage rooms, and labs. Agent Raynes: Wait, what's that chamber in the middle? Agent Rivera: It just says 'the peak'. Agent Patterson: Well now we know where to go. Agent Rivera: Wait, before we head there, look at this office. It's twice the size of the others. Probably belonged to whoever ran this place. If anywhere is gonna have valuable info, it's there. Commander Shaefer: Good eye kid. Alright, first we head to the office then to this so called 'peak'. Agent Rivera removes his flash drive from the computer. The team then leaves the room and quickly arrives at the larger office. Agent Rivera: This should be the one. Agent Raynes: Door reads 'Dr. Daniel Richards'. Agent Rivera quickly bypasses the biometric lock. The door slides open. Inside is a large office space. The walls are lined with bookshelves. Notably, one corner of the room has a rocking chair and a stack of children's books. Opposite the door is a desk and a large computer monitor. Agent Rivera immediately proceeds to the computer. The rest of the team begins scanning the books. Commander Shaefer focuses on the rocking chair in the corner. Commander Shaefer: The hell? Did they have children living in this place? Agent Raynes: Not exactly a healthy environment to raise one. Agent Patterson: Adrian, you finding anything useful? Agent Rivera: Way too much to comb through here, but I'm downloading as much as I can. The team remains silent for the next few minutes. Agent Raynes continues to scan the shelves pausing at a section dedicated to private publications from Promtheus Labs. The publications appear to cover a wide variety of scientific material of both standard and esoteric nature. However, the vast majority of the collection is dedicated to the study of psionics. Agent Rivera: Done. Agent Patterson: Good, can we get out of this room now? Commander Shaefer: Time to go see what this 'peak' is all about. The team exits the room and proceeds to the nearest inner door. They quickly bypass it and continue to head to the center of the facility, only stopping once they reach the door to the innermost chamber. Commander Shaefer: Alright this is it. Rivera get ready to open it. Patterson, on me. Agent Raynes: Wait. Adrian, you need to shut the last door that we just came through. Agent Rivera: Why? Agent Raynes: Prometheus made telekill to contain telepathic threats. This place is loaded to the brim with the stuff, and yet somehow telepathic signals made their way all the way to Healy? If we leave all these doors open we'll basically be opening the floodgates to whatever telepath is on the other side. Agent Rivera: Sealing that door will disconnect me from the transmitter outside, and more than likely cut off our communications with command. Agent Patterson: Better than exposing the world to whatever is in there. Commander Shaefer: Command will just have to settle for a recording instead of a live transmission. Rivera, seal it. Agent Rivera disconnects from the remote transmitter; AV feed lowers in quality dramatically. He then proceeds to reseal the door. Upon the door closing the feed cuts out entirely. Two hours pass with no further communications from PTF Chi-17. Dr. Simon Pace begins to mobilize a rescue team. After another hour AV feed from PTF Chi-17 returns. The feed shows Agents Patterson and Raynes carrying the unconscious bodies of Agent Rivera and Commander Sheafer respectively. They appear to be in the second outermost ring of the facility. Site Command: Agent Raynes, Agent Patterson, do you copy. Agent Raynes: Pace? Is that you? Can you hear us again? Site Command: Yes. What's your status? What happened to your team? Agent Raynes: We shouldn't have gone in there. That thing? We weren't prepared for her. I'm not quite sure what she did to the others but she had me in her telepathic grip almost immediately. She was playing with my head and made me experience things that never happened. Site Command: How'd you escape? Agent Raynes: She had a lot of power but she was inexperienced, just a kid. There's an old trick they taught us for dealing with stronger telepaths: you can get them to trap themselves in their own head if you play it just right. She wasn't quite ready for that. Site Command: Patterson, did you experience something similar? Agent Raynes: … Um, she hasn't spoken since we all got out. Site Command: What do you mean? Agent Raynes: I don't think she can talk. Agent Patterson looks down. Site Command: And what happened to the others. Agent Raynes: D… Ben woke up and started screaming about his daughter. He was violent and refused to leave with us, so we knocked him unconscious so we could get him out. And Adrian just won't wake up for some reason. Site Command: A rescue team was sent to your location about an hour ago, they already landed and should be reaching the facility within the hour. Head to the cave entrance and wait there for extraction. PTF Chi-17 exits the structure and waits for the extraction team. Upon their arrival, Agents Raynes and Patterson disconnect their feed. [END LOG] Upon returning to the temporary site established in Healy, AK, Commander Shaefer and Agent Rivera were sent to the medical wing. Guards were stationed outside their rooms in the event that they were not amicable upon awakening. Agents Raynes and Patterson were held in their private quarters until they could be properly questioned on what had transpired. Agent Rivera's thumb drive, which held a number of files detailing the function and purpose of SCP-6715, was found on his person. More notably, all PTF Chi-17 member's video footage of what transpired inside the central chamber of SCP-6715 was found to be corrupted. Efforts to restore the footage began immediately. Addendum 6715-3: Recovered Documents + Access Documents Recovered from Prometheus Labs Close Files Following the discovery that SCP-6715 was created by Prometheus Labs, an investigation into previously archived files recovered from the defunct organization was conducted. Below are the documents believed to be the most relevant to the creation and purpose of SCP-6715. GRANT REQUEST FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF A PSYCHIC BASED UTOPIA PROBLEM We as a species have long sought after utopia, it seems to almost be in our nature to chase after it: the very idea invites us to work towards it. However, in our journey to paradise, we have managed to damage the Earth in irreparable ways. In our single minded pursuit, we have forsaken the one planet we call home. Our world is dying. The paranormal grows in abundance each and every day, and we have only accelerated the process. It seems that humanity, in its lust for Nirvana, cannot coexist with the Earth for much longer. SOLUTION We propose the creation of a collection of psychic realties[1] that can be customized to fit personal interpretations of utopia. As opposed to virtual reality systems, which require an unfathomable amount of processing power to host any meaningful number of individuals,[2] a psychic reality utilizes the processing power already present in the human mind to simulate reality. Our minds are highly adept at interpreting large volumes of input to create the image of the world we see before us. Certain telepaths posses the ability to manipulate these interpretations to create an illusion that is indistinguishable from baseline reality.[3] Through telepathic manipulation, individual subjects could be perpetually convinced by their own minds that they are in their own personal paradise. Given the potential backlash to existing alone in a psychic reality, these worlds would also require the ability to be merged. To achieve this, we propose the use of single, sufficiently powerful telepath that would act as the host and architect of these worlds. As opposed to a multi-telepath model, a singular telepath would allow for compatibility between individual worlds, as well as a reduction in the difficulty of finding two applicable telepaths. Beyond the potential benefits to humanity, this solution would also significantly reduce the current environmental strain on the Earth. With a large enough number of subjects no longer interacting with the physical world, carbon emissions would be significantly reduced. Humanity would get its utopia, and the Earth would be allowed to live on. BUSINESS CASE Though this project is ultimately intended to be a humanitarian endeavor, with access to these psychic realties offered to any who seek it, we also understand the need to recuperate financial loses from the development of this system. For this, we plan to sell off initial access to the system. Aside from the many hedonists who would spare no expense to be admitted into their image of paradise, these psychic worlds can be marketed as an opportunity for the terminally ill to live out the life they never could. Initial research suggests that we can charge up to $25 million for initial access upon the completion of all necessary technologies. USE OF FUNDING A total of $2.02 billion is sought for this project, to be allocated as follows: $2 billion for the construction of an isolated facility with proper psychic shielding to insure the safety of the general populace during testing. $10 million for the construction of a device capable of containing and sustaining a Prophet-level telepath (see KNOWN ISSUES). $5 million for researching ways to enhance natural telepathic abilities (see KNOWN ISSUES). $4 million for the stocking of the facility with research supplies. $1 million for pay of staff and researchers. KNOWN ISSUES Two primary issues exist in properly executing this project: Finding a sufficiently powerful telepath The ability to create realistic telepathic illusions is exceedingly rare, even among groups with natural telepathic abilities. Meanwhile, those that do posses such abilities are rarely capable of actively managing more than a few psychic realities at a time. To add on to this, maintaining the majority of humanity in a telepathic illusion would require a Prophet-level telepath.[4] Due to the near impossibility of finding a natural candidate who meets all these conditions, we instead propose the modification of an already extant telepath's abilities to meet these requirements. To this end we request access to Prometheus Labs asset "Alice", which already possesses the ability to create telepathic illusions and is currently classified as an Priest-level telepath. Sustainability A major concern of living in a psychic world would be the care of our physical bodies. In line with this concern is worry over the degradation of the host telepath's body. After all, paradise cut short is no paradise at all. Fortunately, these problems have a common solution: the preservation of the host telepath. Recent studies have shown that a telepathic link between two individuals will not break even upon the death of one of the subjects.[5] This would allow us to maintain all individuals and their respective psychic realties so long as we maintain the host telepath. In order to indefinitely sustain the host we plan to develop a device capable of continuous stimulation and repair of their brain tissue, insuring their consciousness remains active at all times regardless of any physical damage their body may sustain. Bibliography 1. A mindscape induced by psychic phenomenon in which the subject is convinced that their experiences are genuine. See Farley, C. (1987). "Alternatives to Standard Reality: Virtual, Psychic, and Otherwise"; PL Journal of Metaphysics; Vol 78(3); pp. 13-17. 2. Ming, Y. (1990). "On the Failures of Virtual Realities"; Prometheus Publications. 3. Richards, D. (1989). "The Practicality of Telepathic Illusions"; PL Journal of Psionics; Vol 52(1); pp. 4-9. 4. An individual with the ability to telepathically interact with nearly all of humanity simultaneously. See Samuels, S. (1962). "The Telepath Classification System"; PL Journal of Psionics; Vol 9(2) pp. 3-4. 5. Richards, D (1992). "Telepathic Immortality"; PL Journal of Psionics; Vol 54(3) pp. 1-9. No official documents stating whether the above grant was approved could be found, however the following email chain was discovered. FROM: Dr. Jeremy Bennett TO: Dr. Daniel Richards SENT: 10/22/1993 SUBJECT: Requested Assets Daniel, First off, I'm not sending this message in any official capacity; the board has no idea I'm reaching out to you. That being said, we need to talk about this project you are proposing. The board is all but ready to approve your idea, in a more covert manner. They believe that if word got out about any of the specifics of your plan there may be some consumer backlash, as well as a PR fiasco. However, as the asset is under my jurisdiction, they need me to sign off on the idea as well. Before I agree to anything, I need to know I can trust your judgement on this. I wouldn't even be considering this if it wasn't for all the work you've done with telepaths in the past. However, your plan to increase the kid's power is a risk we can't take lightly. How do you plan on insuring the safety of humanity? -Dr. Jeremy Bennett, Head of Psionics Division FROM: Dr. Daniel Richards TO: Dr. Jeremy Bennett SENT: 10/23/1993 SUBJECT: Requested Assets Dr. Bennett, I understand your concerns but let me reassure you there is nothing to worry about. My team will not proceed with any enhancements until such a time that the asset's cooperation can be guaranteed. In terms of general safety we have already chosen a location that will be sufficiently isolated. Though given the asset's docile nature, and a lack of any incidents while under our organization's care, I personally believe that we would still be safe even with less restrictions. That being said, my team is still going beyond the standard safety measures for this project. Additionally, I'm sure you've heard that the metallurgy division has developed plans for a material capable of containing telepathic threats. By the time we begin any enhancements on the subject we should be able to commission a substantial amount of the material. -Dr. Daniel Richards FROM: Dr. Jeremy Bennett TO: Dr. Daniel Richards SENT: 10/26/1993 SUBJECT: Project Approved Daniel, I've taken some time to think it over. There are many reasons I shouldn't approve this project; the potential dangers speak for themselves. However, with the precautions you've laid out I feel comfortable approving things on the safety end. Beyond that I do believe in the benefits this research will provide, and I can't in good faith deny the world a chance at paradise. Just know that I will be keeping a close eye on this venture, and if at any point I sense things are going in the wrong direction, I will shut everything down. -Dr. Jeremy Bennett, Head of Psionics Division + Access Documents Recovered from SCP-6715 Close Files The following are a series of journal entries composed by Dr. Daniel Richards. These particular entries were selected for their relevance to SCP-6715. The files were recovered from Agent Rivera's personal thumb drive following PTF Chi-17's exploration of SCP-6715. 06/22/1996 I arrived at Nirvana today. It's been nearly three years since I originally proposed this whole project. I wish we had been able to start sooner, but the recent budget complications slowed the already arduous task of constructing this facility. Luckily, the delays have been somewhat beneficial. Recent developments in the field have lead to a device capable of containing a telepath. It unfortunately requires a great deal of energy for more powerful subjects; a problem me and my team hope to solve in the meantime. Additionally the metallurgy division thinks they are close to creating a more passive approach to telepath containment. Speaking of my research team, they should all be arriving over the next few days. A small group came in advance with me to help prep all the lab equipment we have stored here. I'd like to say it's nice that Prometheus spared no expense, however, most of this equipment has clearly seen better days. Still, despite the many delays and cuts, I'm excited to begin, to properly change the world for the better. The asset should be arriving by week's end, and then things will truly get under way. 07/08/1996 Initial testing has gone… less than smoothly. The asset has shown a reluctance, or perhaps inability, to create illusions that mimic reality with any degree of accuracy. Our volunteers report that the illusions take on a dream like quality, and always seem to be childish in nature, oftentimes something akin to a storybook. I'm not necessarily surprised by these results, she is just a child. However, I suppose I expected something more powerful or frightening given how much of a fuss Bennett made out of using her for the project. She could supposedly trap an entire city in a fake reality, but I truthfully can't see her ever doing that. After our last test she apologized to me, clearly aware of my frustrations thanks to her abilities. She told me that she doesn't like tricking people, which makes it difficult for her to make the illusions realistic. She also said that it's easier to make them mimic things she knows well. Thinking this over, I believe the key to getting her abilities to work in the way we want is more psychological than I would have initially anticipated. Perhaps the best course of action would be to teach her why this project is for the betterment of mankind. And given her interest in stories, giving her books to read may prove helpful. 10/13/1996 Despite a rough start we've finally started to make some progress here. The team has begun construction on the machine that will help us contain the kid's abilities. They've taken to calling it 'The Peak' due in part to the fact that it looks like an upside-down mountain, but mostly because that machine is the closest we as a species have ever been to heaven. I'm happy to know so many of them are loyal to the cause. It also doesn't hurt that the kid will be exposed to more minds that are in alignment with the mission. Speaking of the kid, we've made some significant progress in that department as well. We've started teaching her about the natural world, and given her a lot of reading material on the subject. Needless to say, it has had a noticeable impact on the tests. The illusions grow more realistic every day. I never realized it, but that poor girl has been kept sheltered by Prometheus for so long that she knows next to nothing about the world we are trying to save. Her understanding of reality is one of grey walls and picture books. I wish we could let her go out and experience some of the world for herself, but for now stories will have to suffice. 01/24/1997 I… I made a terrible mistake. Over the past few months we started to grow more fond of Alice. Unfortunately progress in improving the quality of her illusions had slowed. There is only so much one can learn from books. She has been so passionate about the project, she wants to learn more and help however she can. After discussing the issue, a few members of our team, myself included, volunteered to let her access our memories, so she could experience nature more directly. We were letting her walk amongst our memories of beautiful forests and winding rivers. We were careful at first. Most of us have been trained to deal with telepaths, namely by hiding our more sensitive memories when one comes probing around. So for a few weeks Alice was getting used to walking around the more open parts of our minds. The plan was working: the illusions were becoming indistinguishable from reality. Alice got a little too comfortable with the arrangement, and one day, in an attempt to see why Conners was upset accessed his mind when he wasn't ready for it. It didn't take long before he noticed and alerted the rest of the staff, but by that point Alice had already dug around inside his mind. I tried to find out what she had seen but she refused to speak after the event. However, we ended up finding out soon afterwards anyways. That night, Alice had a nightmare, and we all had to live through it with her. It started in a car, I was driving… or I suppose it was Conners who was driving, but, it felt too real. Before then none of Alice's illusions had been strong enough to make anyone feel like they were actually living through the experience, but even though I've never been in one I now know what a car crash feels like: There is a sudden bright light, I know what's coming. The moment before the impact feels like it lasts an eternity, yet I can't do anything in that time to change what is about to happen. Suddenly my head is on fire and every movement is pure agony. I slowly turn my head, tears welling up in the process, hoping to get a bearing on my situation. I finally notice the other car, it's a black pickup, and the details stick out to me even now. The front is slightly caved in from the impact, the diesel engine hums loudly, the windows are tinted, though the front one is badly cracked. I see the dust outlining the wheel wells, and the various scratches along the side of the truck. Finally I look towards the driver's seat. The details of his face are blurry but I know he is looking back at me, I know that asshole sees me. I look to the dashboard only to see it littered with bottles. He takes one last look at me before he begins to pull away. I try for what must be the thousandth time to make out the license plate, but I still can't remember. I'm suddenly hit with a realization: Eliza. I turn to the passenger's seat, only to see her sitting there, motionless. I try calling to her, but I can only croak out a sad excuse for words. I, Daniel Richards, have never met this woman, yet seeing her like this hurts me more than my shattered bones ever could. I woke up shortly after, not quite sure where, or even who I was. After some time regaining my bearings I rushed to Alice's room. She was crying, and kept apologizing for what happened. I wasn't sure how to comfort her, but I told her it wasn't her fault. I can't blame her, no kid should have to experience those things, and I know she didn't chose to subject us to her nightmare. Nearly a quarter of my team has resigned or requested a transfer. I approved all of it. How could I not? We are now all grieving for a woman we never even knew existed. Conners in particular was… he was forced to relive the worst moment in his life all over again. I reached out to Bennett to make sure that he gets properly compensated… not that we could ever truly fix what happened. 02/10/1997 Bennett was planning to shut us down. After I told him about the incident he told me he was going to come here to take Alice back to her old holding facility. We were too close though. Too close to creating something truly meaningful for Bennett to pull the plug now. I wasn't quite sure what to do, but Alice, as keen as ever, could tell I was concerned. I didn't want to lie to her (not like I could if I wanted to) so I told her that we would have to stop the project. I tried to reassure her it wasn't her fault, but I could tell she felt guilty. I should've paid more attention though. When he finally arrived he took to scolding my carelessness almost immediately. He then quickly went to retrieve Alice alone, refusing to let us say goodbye to her. However, when he came back from her room, she wasn't with him. I asked what happened, and he told me he had a change of heart and realized that 'everything is fine here.' I'm grateful for whatever Alice did; it saved the project, I just never realized she would do something like that of her own accord. I also can't help but hope that this is the last time it comes to something like this. 05/13/1997 After a few rough months, we are finally back on track. The Peak is fully operational, already programmed with the means to solve our sustainability problem autonomously. Additionally Alice's illusions have started to reach amazing heights. She's learned how to stretch our perception of time, effectively making a five minute session feel like upwards of an hour, and we have reason to believe she can push this ability even further. We still needed to confirm that the illusions were indistinguishable from reality, so we had a few volunteers agree to be subjected to them at random times. Out of our seven subjects only one ever realized when the illusion was occurring. Excellent results, but still not enough. Hopefully soon she'll be ready. Alice is… she is doing better. She still won't talk much about it but she blames herself for the incident, and I know she still occasionally has nightmares. I can't imagine what it must have been like for her to live someone else's trauma. The minds of children and adults aren't always compatible when it comes to coping, yet Alice couldn't even develop her own natural feelings, she had to feel the feelings Conners felt. Beyond that, she keeps herself busy and distracted with the project. She is determined to save the world. I've never seen someone so young with so much passion about something. I'd almost say that she wants this to work more than I do. She's grown to care about the planet and the wellbeing of humanity as a whole. As happy as I am that she cares so deeply for the work we are trying to accomplish, I can't help but wonder how much of this was within her to begin with, and how much was caused by our influence. We often worry about how telepaths will alter us, but they are the ones who are being constantly exposed to our every thought. I know if I heard people talking about the same goal for months on end I'd start caring too. 09/04/1997 Alice's abilities have reached their current peak. None of our test subjects have been able to distinguish them from reality, she can stretch a single minute into a week, and though we can't properly test it we are almost certain she could hold a small town in a shared illusion effortlessly. As it stands, with the Peak completed and Alice pushing herself to her current max, there is only one path left to take. We need to increase the strength and range of Alice's abilities. Truth be told, she has been ready since July, but the procedure to improve her telepathy is one I would rather put off. It won't be painful, but after we go through with it, any chance of her having a normal life will be gone. There was a time when I would have willingly sacrificed anyone in this position, myself included. A chance for humanity to reach utopia, by sacrificing a single individual? I thought anyone would make that decision, but now that I'm faced with the choice of leaving this poor girl out of heaven, making her the Atlas of our new world… I'm uncertain. Her birthday is in October. I have no plans of making any decisions before then. 11/06/1997 My staff have been asking me when we will move to the next phase of the project. I know many of them have grown to care for Alice and her wellbeing, but there is still a large number that only see her as a means to an end. A mentality I can't help but feel responsible for fostering during our first few months at Nirvana. I've spent the past several months trying to think of alternative ways to reach our goal. However, to create the perfect life for humanity without tearing apart the Earth in the process, seems… impossible. The laws of nature work against us at every turn. Fighting against entropy alone would require the constant intake of new material to stave off deterioration. The only way is to circumvent natural laws. The problem with that approach is that anomalies are… unpredictable. To find the right combination of longevity, stability, and reliability was seemingly impossible. Then came Alice, who, in combination with the Peak, not only has all three traits, but the actual potential to create this new world. Despite those facts, and the insurmountable challenge of finding a suitable replacement, I still couldn't go through with it without at least giving her the choice. I explained to her that if she wanted, me and several of the other doctors would be willing to help her escape, help her find a normal life away from all of this. I told her that she would get the chance to live a normal life if she wanted. I don't know what reaction I expected from her, but it certainly wasn't the confused stare she gave me. After I finished speaking she just sat there in silence for quite awhile. I told her to take her time to think it over and got up to leave when she turned to me and said 'I want to stay'. I tried to figure out why, but the only explanation she would give was that this project was important to her. … The operation is in three weeks. 11/30/1997 The past few days have been difficult. We finally went through the procedure to enhance Alice's abilities. Fortunately, there were no complications during the operation, and Alice came out without a scratch. Unfortunately, the enhancement of her abilities went too well, and now she is one of the most powerful telepaths on the face of the Earth, with no idea how to control this magnitude of power. We knew there would be a learning curve. Alice was particularly well adapted to her level of powers, considering she has had them since birth. She was able to execute control over her abilities down to the most precise scales. But now, we've effectively taken a professional driver and replaced their gas pedal with something ten times as sensitive. Almost immediately she was struggling not to read our thoughts or control us. Every slight desire or suggestion she had was impossible not to obey, even if she wasn't trying to actively force us to do anything. Additionally there was all the extra noise. To go from only being able to read a few people in the same building, to being able to hear thoughts from across the globe, it must have been overwhelming. She was subconsciously begging us to help her in some way, and we couldn't refuse. We ended up putting her in the Peak and activated its telepathic shielding. It isn't quite as strong as we thought it would be though, as she still can't filter out all the noise, or stop her subconscious commands. The machine is working double time just to make it bearable for her, and we can't let her out until we find a way to properly shield her. The damn metallurgy division has been working on the same Telekill project for years at this point, but I think they finally have a workable prototype. I've requested some of the early samples in the hopes that we can use it to help Alice. 01/02/1998 Damn Telekill is useless. I know this stuff is still in development, but the metallurgy division doesn't know what they are doing. We got a shipment of the stuff last week and I've been running tests on it to make sure it's safe. Turns out the stuff is just a time bomb. The main problem is that they essentially tried to make a conductor for psionic energy, something that could act as a faraday cage and cancel out telepathic signals. That plan would have been fine but there is no such thing as negative psionic charge. Psionic charge arises from consciousness, and since there is no such thing as negative consciousness, negative psionic charge isn't a thing. It's the same reason you can't create a faraday cage for gravity: no negative mass. What they created is more akin to a spring. The material soaks up a lot of energy and eventually discharges it all after it has hit its limit. Which makes it unusable for trying to contain a telepath as strong as Alice. The pent up telepathic signals would be released on the Earth like wildfire. Fortunately that is a problem we may be able to fix. Considering the fact that it acts like a spring we may be able to redirect that stored energy into something else. One way or another it will have devastating effects, but hopefully the alternatives won't result in us accidentally enslaving humanity. The other issue is more difficult to fix. There is no way to pick and choose what psionic energy to absorb. This stuff will slowly suck the consciousness out of me and my team. Luckily, Alice is safe, as she is effectively an infinite source of psionic energy; it will never be able to reach her actual consciousness, she'll just keep feeding it energy. Leaving us with two choices: 1) Get rid of the Telekill and run the risk of the Peak breaking down from the excess strain, which would only unleash Alice's uncontrolled abilities on humanity, or 2) Modify the Telekill, incorporate it into Nirvana, and spend as little time here as possible. Though we'd more than likely be able to have people here taking small shifts, we'd effectively be leaving Alice alone. I can't keep putting her into these awful situations, but if we can finish the project quickly we can start getting people to enter the psychic illusions. Once we get enough people the strain of the world's minds will lessen and then we can tear out the Telekill as well. We're so close, and soon Alice won't have to suffer anymore. I know we don't really have a choice, but I almost can't bear to tell Alice that we have to leave her alone here. The worst part is that I don't even know when the next time I'll be able to see her is. Prometheus would have to sign off on all the trips here as it isn't exactly easy to reach on foot, and I doubt they'd ever send more than a few caretakers at a time. Though considering the Peak will keep Alice alive they may not even afford her that. I will come back for her, I have to. Maybe I can't free her from this life but I can at least be there for her. But for now, I have to say goodbye. No more journal entries were recovered by Agent Rivera. Given the collapse of Prometheus Labs on ██/██/1998 it is unknown if Dr. Richards was able to return to SCP-6715. Additionally, his current whereabouts are unknown. Addendum 6715-4: Mission Debrief Interviews + Access Agent Raynes' Debrief Interview Close File Interviewer: Dr. Simon Pace Interviewed: Agent Samantha Raynes Foreword: The following is an official debriefing interview of Agent Raynes conducted on 03/13/2003, following the exploration of SCP-6715. Primary objectives of the interview included: determining what transpired in the central chamber of SCP-6715 and confirming that Agent Raynes was free of any telepathic influence. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Pace: Hello Agent Raynes. I'm terribly sorry about the wait, we've been trying to sort through all the new information your team brought back. Agent Raynes: It's fine… can we just get this over with? I'm ready to get home. Dr. Pace: Ah yes, that's actually something I wanted to ask you about. Since returning from your mission you've put in several requests to be put on leave as soon as possible, and I've heard you are considering resigning from the Foundation altogether? Agent Raynes: What of it? Dr. Pace: I hate to seem accusatory, but you were just on a mission engaging with what we can now confirm to be a telepathic threat. I'm sure you have your own reasons, but surely you can understand our concerns. Agent Raynes: … Look, I just… I was supposed to protect them, you know? The whole reason I was picked for this mission was so that I could prevent any telepathic attacks from hurting the team… and I completely failed. Jessica can't talk, Ben lost it, and Adrian still hasn't woken up. That girl basically tore our psyches to shreds and it's all my fault. I don't want to see that happen to anyone else again, and that's why I'm trying to get out. Dr. Pace: I see… I'm sorry for insinuating— Agent Raynes: No, I get it. That's the type of caution we should've had. Dr. Pace: Once we get you cleared I'll put in a recommendation for you to go on leave, hopefully it'll speed up the process. Agent Raynes: Thank you. Dr. Pace: Of course. Now, I hate to ask this of you but could you go over what exactly happened after we lost contact with the team? Agent Raynes: Right… Well, we all got ready to enter the chamber. Ben and Jessica were standing besides the door ready to charge in, while Adrian was disarming the lock. And then there was me, completely useless. Dr. Pace: We both know that isn't true. It was your skills in handling telepaths that allowed your team the chance to escape. Agent Raynes: … Thanks. Anyways, imagine our surprise when we opened the door to find this teenager all alone, strapped into this huge device ripped straight out of a sci-fi film. She couldn't see us, that machine covered her eyes, but she heard us, both physically and telepathically. Rivera collapsed almost immediately, just went from standing there as confused as the rest of us to passed out on the floor. Dr. Pace: She made no attempts at communication before attacking? Agent Raynes: It wasn't an attack… or at least not an intentional one. I think she just wanted to know who we were and pushed a little too hard. To her we are the psychic equivalent of flies, able to crush us with the lightest poke if she isn't too careful. It doesn't matter what her intentions were though because Jessica shot her. Dr. Pace: Agent Patterson fired on the telepath? Agent Raynes: Yes. Three bullets straight to the chest… I can still hear the girl's screams. The problem though was that she didn't die, she was bleeding out in front of us but that machine wouldn't let her. It didn't stop the pain either, it just kept her from passing on. That's about when everything went to shit. I don't know what she did to the others but she wrapped me in my own personal torture den. Dr. Pace: I'm terribly sorry, that must have been a very difficult couple of hours. Agent Raynes: Hours?! It felt like fucking years! I almost forgot who I was in there. Eventually she stopped caring about me just enough to let me form a plan. I took the first chance I got to trick her into looping those illusions back on herself. Once I woke up I tried to get the rest of the team up, but you already know how that went. Dr. Pace: Do you believe you were able to properly contain her by using her illusions against her? Agent Raynes: Not even close. It was basically the psychic equivalent of getting someone to punch themselves in the face. It may leave them stunned but usually people can take what they can dish out. Dr. Pace: I see. Is there anything else you would like to add for the record? Agent Raynes: … Yeah. Don't go back in there. I'm sure removing her from that machine will result in her dying, given the wounds she has suffered, and ultimately remove any threat she poses. However, in that split second before she dies, she could kill us all with a thought. That machine may be the only thing protecting her, but it's also the only thing protecting you. Dr. Pace: Rather insightful. Well, thank you for your time Agent Raynes. I'll see what I can do about expediting your request. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Following standard quarantine protocols and testing to confirm she is free of any external telepathic influences, Agent Raynes will be permitted to return home on 03/27/2003. In addition Agent Raynes' request for extended leave has been granted, and will begin upon the end of her quarantine. + Access Agent Patterson's Debrief Interview Close File Interviewer: Dr. Simon Pace Interviewed: Agent Jessica Patterson Foreword: The following is an official debriefing interview of Agent Patterson conducted on 03/14/2003, following the exploration of SCP-6715. Primary objectives of the interview included: confirming what transpired in the central chamber of SCP-6715, determining if Agent Patterson was free of telepathic influence, and determining why Agent Patterson had not spoken since the exploration. Note: Due to Agent Patterson's inability to speak she was provided with a keyboard and monitor to type her responses. Agent Patterson's responses have been directly copied for this log. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Pace: Hello Agent Patterson. I know you've been… unable to speak, so we've provided you with this equipment so we can conduct a proper interview. Agent Patterson: Thank you Dr. Pace: First, I'd like to confirm the story we received from Agent Raynes. Agent Patterson: Ok Dr. Pace: When the four of you entered the chamber, who was the first to collapse? Agent Patterson: Adrian Dr. Pace: Is it true that you fired at the girl? Agent Patterson turns away from Dr. Pace in apparent shame. Dr. Pace: Jessica, you need to tell me what happened. I need to make sure the stories line up. Agent Patterson: Yes, I did. 3 times Agent Patterson pauses for a moment and covers her eyes with her hand. After a minute she continues typing. Agent Patterson: I know she is just a kid, but in the moment I thought she killed Adrian. I kept thinking about the bodies on the mountain. I thought we were dealing with a monster. I acted on instinct and only made things worse Dr. Pace: … We can deal with that later. For now we're just gonna focus on these questions. So, who ended up waking you? Agent Patterson: Samantha Dr. Pace: Right, well your stories both line up. I still need to ask some questions about your personal experiences though. What did the girl subject you to? Agent Patterson looks at Dr. Pace with a worried expression. Agent Patterson: No Dr. Pace: What do you mean by 'no'? Agent Patterson: I dont want to relive it Dr. Pace: I won't force you, but we can't help you regain your speech if we don't know how it happened. Agent Patterson pauses to think this over. Eventually she begins typing. Agent Patterson: Started small. She made me feel the pain she was feeling. For the first few months I had 3 bullet wounds in my chest. Eventually that dulled. She was still angry but was unsure what to do with me. She decided to use another pain she was familiar with: Isolation. My surroundings were slowly stripped away until it was just darkness. After that went sounds and sense of touch. I was completely alone. My voice was the only thing that kept me sane, so she took that away too. I sat there alone in darkness for years Dr. Pace: I'm sorry for what you had to go through, but I don't understand… You are free of her influence now, you should be able to speak again. Agent Patterson: Tried. Doesnt work. I know language, know how to read and write, but I don't know how to speak anymore Dr. Pace: … I hate to inform you of this, but it's possible she is still affecting you. We will need you to stay here in quarantine till we can remove her influence completely… Dr. Pace gets up to leave the room. Dr. Pace: I promise you we will do everything in our power to free you. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Agent Patterson will be held until she is confirmed to be fully cleared of any telepathic influence from SCP-6715-2. To this end, several telepathic resources under Foundation control have been requested. Additionally, Agent Patterson has expressed interest in retiring from field duty following her release. + Access Commander Shaefer's Debrief Interview Close File Interviewer: Dr. Simon Pace Interviewed: Commander Ben Shaefer Foreword: Commander Shaefer has been uncooperative with debriefing efforts, refusing to speak with staff and mounting several escape attempts. It was believed that, like Agent Patterson, he was still under the influence of SCP-6715-2. This behavior continued until 03/18/2003 when he requested an interview. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Pace: Well, I'm glad to see you are finally starting to come around Commander. Commander Shaefer: About that… you've got the wrong guy. Dr. Pace: Is your name not Ben Shaefer? Commander Shaefer: It is, but I've never been a commander of anything, and I've certainly never met any of y'all. Dr. Pace: … This may be worse than I thought. Fine, so you don't remember me or anyone else who works here, but you remembered your daughter at least. What has you so concerned about her? Commander Shaefer: How could I not be concerned? One minute I was with her celebrating her getting her driver's license, and the next I'm in some giant facility getting knocked out by this lady wearing tactical gear… Look, I'm sure y'all are some very important government agency, and I accidentally stumbled onto something I shouldn't have, but I just need to know she's safe. Dr. Pace: Of course, we'd never do anything to hurt Katherine. Commander Shaefer appears confused. Commander Shaefer: … I'm sorry, did you say Katherine? Dr. Pace: Yes, is there a problem with that? Commander Shaefer: Its just… that isn't my girl's name. Dr. Pace: I… Dr. Pace pauses for a moment to contemplate this. Dr. Pace: My mistake. So tell me, what is your daughter's name? Commander Shaefer: Alice. Dr. Pace: I see… this has uh… helped clarify some things for me, thank you. Dr. Pace gets up and opens the doors to the interview chamber. Dr. Pace: We'll do everything we can to make sure you get back to you family as soon as possible. You have my word. Commander Shaefer: Much appreciated doc. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Commander Shaefer will be held until he is confirmed to be fully cleared of any telepathic influence from SCP-6715-2. To this end, several telepathic resources under Foundation control have been requested. Commander Shaefer's wife has been informed that he is being held indefinitely, and that she and their daughter will be unable to visit him during this time. + Access Agent Rivera's Debrief Interview Close File Interviewer: Dr. Simon Pace Interviewed: Agent Adrian Rivera Additional Personnel: Agent Jacob Durand Foreword: Following several failed attempts to wake Agent Rivera from his coma using conventional means, it was decided that an active telepath would be used to determine if the issue was psychic in nature. Agent Durand was brought in to assist in this matter, as well as other issues surrounding PTF Chi-17. This interview was conducted on 04/02/2003. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Durand is sitting beside Agent Rivera's bed with his eyes closed. Dr. Pace: So, what can you tell me? Agent Durand opens his eyes and looks towards Dr. Pace. Agent Durand: He's convinced he's asleep. Dr. Pace: Yeah, so am I. Agent Durand: It's like with the other two you had me look at. I'm not picking up any actual foreign signals here, they are just genuinely convinced of these ideas. Dr. Pace: So you're telling me that all these side effects are just psychosomatic? Agent Durand: How long were they all in there for? Dr. Pace: Three hours. Agent Durand: And how long was it for them? Dr. Pace: Years. We can't exactly get any concrete answers, and it seems they all experienced different lengths of time. Raynes only felt a couple of years, five tops. Patterson didn't have a good way to measure it, but she has described it as decades. And Shaefer told us that Alice was seventeen when he woke up, and since there's no reason to imagine she did anything more than make him play dad, that's the best estimate we got for him. Agent Durand: So tell me, what do you think would happen if you spent two decades being forced to be someone else? It's no wonder they are so convinced of this shit. Dr. Pace: You said the others may take years of therapy to readjust, but what about Rivera is there anything you can do for him? Agent Durand turns back towards Agent Rivera and once again closes his eyes. Agent Durand: The thing is… he's less convinced than the others. This one feels like a rush job in comparison. I think I can wake him up. Dr. Pace: Do what you can. Agent Durand nods before falling silent. Three minutes pass when Agent Rivera suddenly jerks upright. Agent Rivera: Where's Samantha?! Commander? Jessica? Agent Rivera gets out of the bed before collapsing. Dr. Pace: Adrian, calm down, you're back at the base, and your team is safe and secure. It's alright now. Dr. Pace and Agent Durand help Agent Rivera back into his bed. Agent Rivera: I… I don't understand… I thought… Agent Rivera appears to get lost in thought. Dr. Pace: How about we start with what happened back at Nirvana? Agent Rivera: How… how long ago was that? Dr. Pace: About three weeks. You were in that chamber for three hours before your team got you out. Now can you tell us what you remember from before the telepath entered your mind? Agent Rivera: You mean Alice? Dr. Pace: Yes, but when did you learn her name? Agent Rivera: She told it to me. Dr. Pace: We were under the impression that you were in this coma state from the start. Agent Rivera: My body was, but my mind was active for most of it. I can't remember it all, but we spent a long time just… talking. Dr. Pace: How do you mean? Agent Rivera: She was curious about us, about who we were. She was just asking me questions. I tried to to hold back any information I could, but I was unable to lie, my only hope was that she wouldn't get too specific with the questions. Dr. Pace: Did you reveal sensitive information? Agent Rivera: Yes. I told her about the Foundation, but she wasn't at all surprised to hear about us. She said she had heard of us before. Even said it was a pleasure to finally meet us. Dr. Pace: What else did she ask about? Agent Rivera: After awhile she got bored with that line of questioning and started asking me about my life, about the outside world. She wanted to know everything, didn't let me spare a single detail. She looked so intrigued by everything I said, but also so sad. I think that's when I first realized I could ask questions too because I asked what was wrong. She explained that the real world was so full of pain and suffering, that all those imperfections of life, big and small, were what drove her to make a better world. Dr. Pace: Did she ever inform you of what was happening to your teammates? Agent Rivera: Alice didn't want to talk about it, but I kept prying. She said that she knew it wasn't ok to mess with people's heads, but that she just wanted to experience what she never had the chance to. As I kept prying she started apologizing for whatever she was putting Jessica through. Kept saying how she can't always control what she makes people see, and that it was all just a reflex. Dr. Pace: Did she ever mention Agent Raynes? Agent Rivera: I… I can't remember. There's something there, some memory, but it feels twisted. Agent Durant: Perhaps I can assist in recovering the memory, if that's alright with you? Agent Rivera: … go for it. Agents Rivera and Durant fall silent for several minutes. Agent Durant: Oh shit… Agent Rivera turns towards Dr. Pace. Agent Rivera: Pace, where is Samantha? Dr. Pace: We cleared her of telepathic influence last week and sent her home. Agent Rivera: You need to send a team to recover her now. Agent Rivera gets out of bed and starts heading for the door. Dr. Pace: I don't understand, and where are you going? Agent Rivera: I know how to get the video footage. I'll explain on the way. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Following an unrecorded conversation between Dr. Pace and Agent Rivera, the latter was escorted to where the gear of PTF Chi-17 was stored. Agent Rivera revealed that he had been developing and testing a personal video backup system and was able to recover the footage of the team's exploration of SCP-6715's central chamber. Addendum 6715-5: Additional Recovered Files + Access Video Log Close File Foreword: The following video log details PTF Chi-17's exploration of SCP-6715's innermost chamber. The footage was originally believed to be corrupted beyond repair, however, Agent Rivera's private backup of the footage was unaffected. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Rivera: And it's sealed. We are officially cut off from command. Commander Shaefer: As long as we're keeping the people out there safe. Alright, everyone on the door. Agent Rivera moves to the biometric lock and prepares to disarm it. Before finishing he turns to Agent Raynes. Agent Rivera: Any last minute advice? Agent Raynes: … Telepaths use your mind against you. They're dangerous because they can take your insecurities, fears, even your happiest memories and turn them into ammunition. What they always forget is that the people they are turning those feelings back onto are also the most capable of dealing with them… Just make sure to stay you. The entire team gives Raynes a quick nod before turning their attention back to the door. Agent Patterson: Count us down Rivera. Agent Rivera: Three… two… one… go. The door clicks and slides open. Chi-17 rushes inside and scans the room. In the center is a young girl in her late teens (SCP-6715-2). Her arms and legs are strapped to the chair she is seated in, and the top half of her head is obscured by the device above her (SCP-6715-1). Agent Patterson: What the fuck… Commander Shaefer: Jesus, she looks like she's starving to death… We need to get her out of that thing. Agent Patterson: Commander, with all due respect, that girl is probably what killed all those people outside. Commander Shaefer: She's just a kid. We can help her. Commander Shaefer begins walking forward before Agent Raynes grabs his arm. Agent Raynes: Sir, Jessica's right. We don't know what we are dealing with. Plus, for all we know, that machine may be what's keeping her alive. Commander Shaefer: Look, we aren't gonna just let some innoc— Agent Rivera suddenly collapses to the floor. The team stands in shock for a moment. Agent Patterson: Alright, that's it. It's us or her. Agent Patterson raises her weapon and aims at SCP-6715-2. Agent Raynes: Jessica, wait! Agent Patterson fires three consecutive shots at SCP-6715-2 before Commander Shaefer is able to disarm her. SCP-6715-2 begins screaming and convulsing from the pain. Soon after Agent Patterson, Agent Raynes, and Commander Shaefer all collapse. The room falls silent save for SCP-6715-2's screams. Approximately two and a half hours pass with no movement from the team. SCP-6715-2's screams have subsided to ragged breathing. Agent Raynes suddenly wakes up and begins searching her person. Agent Raynes: Where is it? Agent Raynes pulls out the medical equipment she had on her person and stands up. Agent Raynes: Right, so based on standard protocol I don't have long. Agent Raynes proceeds towards SCP-6715-2 and begins treating her wounds. Agent Raynes: I know it isn't much, but it should help, at least until I can come back. Unfortunately I can't patch you up too good, otherwise the others will notice. Agent Raynes finishes tending to SCP-6715-2's wounds and takes a step back. Agent Raynes: I'm sorry that it's me, and not you who gets to walk out of here today. When I come back I'll be sure to share all my stories with you. And then we can save the world together. Now, what was next. Agent Raynes pauses for a moment to look around the room. Agent Raynes: Right, cameras. Agent Raynes detaches her camera and begins to tamper with it. She then proceeds to Commander Shaefer and crouches over him, performing the same technique on his camera. After a moment she stands up and moves to Agent Patterson, repeating the process. Finally she stands over Agent Rivera. Agent Raynes: And thank you Adrian, I appreciate all the information you gave me. Wouldn't have been able to do this without you… I'm also sorry that I have to put you to sleep for awhile. I'm sure they'll figure out a way to fix it, but I can't have them catching on too quick. Agent Raynes begins to tamper with Agent Rivera's camera, ultimately corrupting the standard video file, however, Agent Rivera's backup of the footage remains unaffected. Agent Raynes: That should do it. Now to wake them all up. Agent Raynes walks back towards Agent Patterson and begins shaking her in an attempt to wake her. Agent Raynes: Jessica, hey, you need to get up now. Agent Patterson sits up and looks around her. Upon seeing Agent Raynes she hugs her and begins to cry. Agent Raynes: Hey, it's alright now. Whatever hell you were in is over, but we need to help the others. Agent Patterson nods and moves towards Agent Rivera attempting to wake him. Agent Raynes moves to Commander Shaefer and successfully wakes him up. Commander Shaefer: Where… Where am I? Wait, who the fuck are you? Commander Shaefer shuffles to his feet and slowly backs away. Commander Shaefer: What did you do with my daughter? And why the hell am I in these clothes? Agent Raynes: Commander, we need to go, I'm not sure how much time we have. Commander Shaefer: I… no, no, no, wait. You're not taking me anywhere until I figure out what's going on. And… why did you call me Commander. And, again, where is my daughter? Agent Raynes turns to Agent Patterson, who motions a strike to the head. Agent Raynes nods in response. Agent Raynes: I'm really sorry about this sir. Agent Raynes knocks out Commander Shaefer with the butt of her pistol. Agent Raynes: How's it going with Rivera? Agent Patterson shakes her head in response. Agent Raynes: Alright, well grab him and go. We're getting out of here, now. Agent Raynes picks up Commander Shaefer on her back while Agent Patterson does the same for Agent Rivera. The two exit the central chamber and shut the main door. They then begin exiting SCP-6715. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Following review of the above footage Dr. Pace dispatched a detainment team to Agent Raynes home address. + Access Recovered Letter Close File Upon arrival, Agent Raynes' home was found to be empty. She has since been designated as PoI-6715, with investigations into her whereabouts being conducted globally. A full sweep of her home found a single letter of interest located on her bed. Dear Foundation, I almost didn't leave this for you, but I felt that I needed to apologize for my actions. I never meant to hurt all those civilians. I didn't even realize I had been abducting people until I saw inside Jessica's mind. I know I can't undo what I did, or give back the lives I took, but I'll make it up to humanity one day. I'll make sure something like this never happens again. I also know you probably see me as a monster, or something to be contained, but I need you to know we are on the same side. Back when the doctors were still at Nirvana they would occasionally mention the Foundation, that's how I first learned about your organization. The doctors always spoke of you with such disdain, they believed you were a hinderance to progress. I, on the other hand, always saw your goals as noble. Deep down you just wanted to secure a home for humanity, to let people live in the light. Even if we don't agree on how to achieve that, we still want those same things. I also need to apologize for what I did to Samantha, Adrian, Jessica, and Ben. They may not be saints, but they're good people, and they were loyal to the mission you gave them… until I ruined that. I'll make sure to save a special spot in paradise for Jessica, Adrian, and Ben. As for Samantha… she's still here, in part. I hold her memories with me, and I even remember what it was like to be her, but I needed a way to slip by your detection. I couldn't just control her, I had to convince her that she was me, and now, I am. I hope one day you understand that what I'm doing is for the best. Until then though I'll stay out of your hair. Besides, I've got to get some help from an old friend. Best wishes, Alice Footnotes 1. Prometheus Labs records indicate that Dr. Richards was a long term researcher who specialized in the study of telepathy and psionics. 2. It is believed that the creators of SCP-6715-A desired this outcome over the standard release of psionic energy. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6715" by Nitro147, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6715. Licensed under CC-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: MountainFacility.jpg Name: Radio Control Tower Denali Park.jpg Author: U.S. Army Alaska License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6716

keter

Winterheart More by this author. Item#: 6716 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6716-1. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6716 is currently not considered necessary and she is to continue in her duties pending further observation. SCP-6716-1 is contained in the break room near the Tactical Theology wing of Site-89. Description: SCP-6716 is Her Eminent Patience and Grace Junior Researcher Jacquelyn Roberts,1 who was accidentally elevated to minor deific status during research on akiva radiation; see attached incident report for further details. Researcher Roberts is now a minor divine entity with abilities analogous to the guardian deity of a single low-influence household. Her primary sphere of divine influence covers the providence of caffeinated beverages and pre-packaged snacks with a secondary focus on guardianship of Site-89 Tactical Theology staff. SCP-6716-1 is the coffee-maker used by the research team prior to the apotheosis2 event, which is now a minor divine artefact and spontaneously produces high-quality coffee up to about twelve litres per day except on weekends. The coffee is anomalously effective at relieving fatigue and lacks the typical negative side effects of caffeine. While Roberts is on duty at Site-89, small food items will spontaneously manifest in the fridge and snack cupboard of the same staff break room.3 Food manifested takes the form of pre-sealed snacks and easily prepared foods such as instant noodles, and is of established brands. Researcher Roberts has also occasionally demonstrated various superhuman abilities in protecting staff from imminent danger. On one occasion she was able to cross a conference room at inhuman speed4 in order to catch fellow Junior Researcher Roakson when leaning back caused a faulty portion of his chair to snap and him to fall over backwards. This ability is poorly understood—it manifests only rarely and does not work during staged accidents. The low level of akiva radiation produced by Researcher Roberts suggests her divine powers would only be sufficient to cover occasional minor accidents. Staff are advised not to depend on this effect in any serious danger. ADDENDUM: Incident Report SCP-6716-1 Background: Prior to the incident, Researcher Roberts was a non-anomalous graduate student studying Esoteric Calculus under Dr. Simon Thornby in the Tactical Theology division of Site-89. She was praised in her latest performance review for her even temper and ability to provide emotional and practical support to her team in high-pressure situations. In the weeks leading up to the incident, there was a temporary standoff between the Foundation and certain sects of the Horizon Initiative. Short notice demand for effective countermeasures in a potential confrontation created a great deal of pressure on Tactical Theology research staff to work long hours in order to produce results. Careful examination of the research team's behavior during this period has revealed patterns of interaction which parallel certain religious rituals, as well as a generally reverential attitude toward Her Patience.5 Coffee-Related Prayer-like Behaviors Observation Upon discovering a full pot of freshly brewed coffee in the break room, staff members frequently would make statements like "God, thank you Jackie," despite her absence and the lack of evidence that it was her who filled it. This assumption is estimated to have been correct a little under half the time. Ritual Significance Addressing Researcher Roberts like this in her absence likely contributed to alignment of devotion vectors and adjustment of immanence values. The assumption that benevolent gestures originated from Her Patience was an indicator of faith-based piety. Honorific Modes of Interactions Observation When addressing Researcher Roberts, members of the research team frequently concluded with some expression of gratitude along the lines of "Thank you so much for your patience Jackie," or "You've been a saint, thank you." Roberts would very consistently respond to this by saying "Oh, it's no big deal!" to which the team member would respond, "No, really, thanks!" Ritual Significance Repeated displays of gratitude serve to solidify devotion vectors, as in the coffee example. The extremely consistent "call and response" format of the interaction "it's no big deal" followed by "no, really, thanks" has parallels in many known rituals and likely caused a gradual buildup of sacral potency around Her Patience. Offerings to Regain Favour Observation During a rare period of several days in which Researcher Roberts failed to perform to her usual standards by, for example, arriving late, snapping at coworkers and taking poor notes during testing, the rest of the team interpreted this as a sign of stress from overwork rather a reflection of her character. Numerous members offered gifts and sent messages to reassure Roberts that she was appreciated but should not push herself beyond her limits. Ritual Significance The staff's tendency to retain an unblemished view of Roberts despite evidence to the contrary demonstrates an elevation of piety and formation of immanence vectors. The offerings presented to Her Patience parallel those often given to deities in order to assuage wrath and garner favour, such interactions are known to stabilize the flow of devotion and thereby prevent major fluctuations in immanence values. Record of Apotheosis Event, January 6 2021 1:10 AM: Several members of the research team are assembled in a conference room. Thaumaturgical diagrams have been carefully sketched on the table, tallow candles placed at significant intersections of lines provide the only light in the room. Two junior researchers are reciting a prayer in unison while Dr. Thornby monitors the akiva radiation. Everyone involved looks haggard and exhausted. 1:11 AM: Researcher Roberts carefully opens the door. Her form is silhouetted in the doorway as light streams around her into the darkened room. She is carrying a tray with coffee and snacks, and comments that if the team intends to work right through the night they will at least need more caffeine. Dr. Thornby turns to the face Researcher Roberts, squinting a little at the light of the hallway. "Oh my god, Jackie, you're a godsend, thank you s-" Thornby is cut off by the akiva radiation detector he is holding, which has begun to beep. At this point the candles in the room spontaneously extinguish. All team members present except Researcher Roberts join in the chanting prayer as Roberts enters the room. Light clings to her body, illuminating the space around her even after she leaves the doorway. She distributes coffee and hard biscuits. Each person briefly pauses in their prayer to engage in the same call and response behavior mentioned previously as they receive their coffee. 1:15 AM: Upon completing the task, Roberts leaves the room. The candles spontaneously re-light themselves as the door closes. Upon sipping from their coffee, all present seem to suddenly recover from a dazed state and begin excitedly reviewing data from the akiva monitor. The full mechanism of this apotheosis event is not understood and replication attempts have proven unsuccessful. SCP-6716-α-4 Clearance Detected. View additional file? Footnotes 1. There is no particular compulsion requiring this honorific when referring to SCP-6716, but it is considered polite. 2. Ascension to godhood 3. About ten items per day of various sizes, individually non-anomalous after manifestation. 4. Actual speed unknown, footage of this event from security cameras shows movement occurring between two frames at 20 frames per second. 5. This attitude, along with the honorific, originated as an in-joke used for stress relief. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6716" by GwenWinterheart, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6716. Licensed under CC-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: coffeemaker.png Author: Teepetersen License: CC-by-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Coffee_maker.jpg Additional Notes: Edited by me

SCP-6717

euclid

Item#: 6717 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A square area of 1000 meters by 1000 meters is to be established with SCP-6717 at the center, where no non-Foundation personnel are allowed to enter. A 2 meter high fence is to be erected around the perimeter of the area, with only one entrance. Non-Foundation personnel are to be told Standard Cover Story 11, "military testing grounds". SCP-6717 is to be electrically powered constantly, and electrical power input must not be less than 18 megawatts daily. Electrical power leading into SCP-6717 must be connected to Observation post 249-C, and in extension, the Site-249 power grid. All images of SCP-6717 must be concealed from the public. Satellite photography, as well as maps are to be altered to not include SCP-6717. No civilian construction is allowed within one kilometer of the SCP-6717 containment area. Entrance into SCP-6717 must be approved by lead researcher Dr. Hafeez, or by any personnel with level 4 or greater clearance. Observation post 249-C personnel are to be alerted if any SCP-6717-1 deviate from their routines (see addendum 6717.2.1). SCP-6717-2 is to be monitored using optical and thermal security cameras, thermometers, and Kant counters. If any abnormalities in any of these measurements occur, Site-241 and Observation post 241-C are to be alerted. No further containment of SCP-6717-2 is presently deemed necessary. Map of the location of SCP-6717 within the U.S state of Arizona. Description: SCP-6717 is an area measuring 609,6 by 609,6 meters resembling that of a 1950s era small suburban American neighborhood, located in Mohave County, Arizona, U.S. Within SCP are 507 individual buildings, of which 500 resemble suburban residential housing. All suburban residential housing is devoid of any furniture. All foliage within SCP-6717 is constructed of plastic, and all street furniture, with the exception of lampposts, are constructed of styrofoam, and are non-functional. At various spots in SCP-6717 are life-sized plastic models of pigeons. At the center of SCP-6717 is an open square, resembling a town center. In, or near the center is are buildings resembling a post office, grocery store, office, diner restaurant, and a church. At the center of SCP-6717 is a building resembling an office building, measuring 15 meters in height. The building is coated in grey paint, on all surfaces, including windows. For more information, see addendum 1 and 3. SCP-6717 is populated by an estimated 100-500 humanoid entities designated SCP-6717-1. SCP-6717-1 instances are externally similar to humans, but have been observed to have notable behavioral differences. Due to insufficient research, little else is known regarding the attributes of SCP-6717-1. View addendum 2 for further details. SCP-6717 was first discovered by the Foundation on 1997-10-13, when Foundation aircraft that were performing training exercises in the area spotted SCP-6717-1. The pilots noted the abnormal density of buildings given the remoteness. It is currently unknown for how long SCP-6717 has existed, given no public records mention any construction on the coordinates where SCP-6717 is located. It is also unknown how SCP-6717 has avoided detection by the relevant authorities. Addendum 6717.1: SCP-6717 Exploration Log + View Exploration Log - Hide Exploration Log Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 1997-11-26 Exploration Team: MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") Subject: SCP-6717 Team Lead: E6-1-C1 Team Members: E6-2, E6-3, E6-4 NOTICE FROM SCP-6717 RESEARCH TEAM This exploration was the first ever performed into SCP-6717, and as such, MTF Epsilon-6 knew next to nothing regarding the nature of SCP-6717 or SCP-6717-1 instances. — Dr. Mohammed Hafeez, Lead Researcher, Observation post 249-C [BEGIN LOG] E6-1-C: Microphone check. E6-3: Check. E6-4: Check. E6-2: Check. E6-1-C: Video check. Command: All clear, we see you. E6-1-C: Weapons check. E6-3: Clear. Locked and loaded. E6-2: Clear. E6-4: Clear. E6-1-C: Good. Command, we are all clear. Requesting permission for entrance. Command: Granted. You're free to go. Remember, we don't quite know if the residents here are aggressive, or even anomalous. Approach with caution. E6-1-C: Always. MTF epsilon-6 begins moving towards SCP-6717. Video feed shows a sign at the entrance of SCP-6717. The sign reads "Header. Text Text Text Text Text." E6-3: look at this. E6-3 points to the sign. E6-3: You read that? E6-4: weird. E6-3: Looks like a placeholder. E6-4: Yeah, it kind of does. Epsilon-6 enters SCP-6717 E6-3: Looks like where I grew up. (pause) Brings back memories. E6-1-C: Looks can be deceiving. Remain alert. E6-3: Of course, of course. All I'm saying is that this is a nice break from some of the stuff we've been through recently. E6-4: Like [REDACTED]? E6-3: Yeah. Fuck, I wish I could forget that, especially the [REDACTED]. E6-4: Don't make me think about it. Epsilon-6 moves forward for five minutes, extraneous dialogue removed. E6-4: Look, in there, there's someone inside. E6-4 gesticulates towards one of the houses. An SCP-6717-1 instance is visible inside, standing still. beta-3: Oh shit, yeah, Hafeez mentioned these guys during briefing. One, should we engage? E6-1-C: Stand by. Requesting permission from command. Command: Clear. E6-1-C: let's go. Raise your guns. E6-3: Raised. E6-4: Raised. E6-1-C: E6-2, you open the door. E6-2: Yes ma'am. Epsilon-6 enters the building with the SCP-6717-1 instance inside. No furniture or illumination is present within the building. E6-1-C: E6-3, engage with it. E6-3 nods. E6-3: Hello? SCP-6717-1: Hello. the SCP-6717-1 instance does not move its head or body when talking. E6-3: Who are you? SCP-6717-1: My name is Name Smith. E6-3: Name smith? SCP-6717-1: Yes. E6-3: Alright, uh, do you live here? SCP-6717-1: This is my home. I am happy with my home. E6-3: I see. Do you just stand here all day? SCP-6717-1: I do not. In 14 minutes I will go to my job. I work there. E6-1-C (Quietly): Timer set for 14 minutes. E6-3: Okay, and what do you do at your job? SCP-6717-1: Work. E6-3: And what does work mean, to you? SCP-6717-1: Doing my job. E6-3: But like, wha– E6-1-C: Stop. Try something else. E6-3: Alright, uh, are there more people like you? SCP-6717-1: Everybody is like me. I am normal. E6-3: Are there more people in this town? SCP-6717-1: Everyone lives in this town. E6-3: What do you mean by everyone? SCP-6717-1: Me, and you, and everybody else. E6-3 (silently, turned towards the rest of Epsilon-6): Should i continue? Im thinking this won't go anywhere. E6-1-C: I think y– SCP-6717-1: I don't recognize you. All team members turn towards the SCP-6717-1 instance. E6-3 (whispering): Fuck no E6-1-C: We're leaving. Now. Epsilon-6 moves out to the street outside E6-1-C: Everybody, let's hold off the interactions for now. E6-4: Yes ma'am. E6-2 nods. E6-3: Yeah I'm with you, one. Better not to anger them. E6-4: Hey, look. There is one of those guys in like every house. E6-3: Oh shit, yeah. E6-1-C: Hafeez mentioned an estimate of one to five hundred. E6-3: Right, yeah, I remember. E6-4: Alright, team, what's the game plan from here? E6-1-C: To follow our mission: recon the area, set up cameras, GTFO. E6-3: Yes. Four, you're the camera person, do you think this would be a good spot for a camera? E6-4: Might as well. Remember the satellite map? All identical houses, arranged in a grid. E6-3: Right. You should point the camera to that window. E6-3 points to the window of the building with the previously encountered SCP-6717-1-instance inside. E6-4: That's what I'm thinking. Cover me while I set this up. E6-4 set's up one of their security cameras. Extraneous dialogue removed. E6-4: Should be working now. Command, do you see anything? Command: Stand by for a sec. (pause). Yeah, we see you. E6-4: Great. One, what do we do now? E6-1-C: Remember how the guy you talked with mentioned he was going to work in 14 minutes? That's in about two minutes. We'll wait until then. E6-3: Yes ma'am. E6-4: Guns? E6-1-C: No guns, unless they directly engage. Let's not try to provoke them. E6-3: Good idea. E6-2: Hey. E6-2 moves towards a fire hydrant. E6-2: Look at this. Styrofoam. E6-4: Huh. Should I take a sample? E6-1-C: Go for it. I'll watch your back. E6-4 takes out a small knife, and cuts a piece of the fire hydrant. The styrofoam has been confirmed to be entirely non-anomalous. E6-1-C: You done? E6-4: Yes. E6-1-C: Eyes on the doors. Act neutral. Every door visible in the video feed opens simultaneously. An SCP-6717-1 instance exits every door and begins walking down the street. E6-3: Holy shit. E6-4: Perfectly synchronised. E6-1-C: We'll follow them. Do not let your guard down. Epsilon-6 moves along with the SCP-6717-1 instances for ten minutes. Extraneous dialogue removed. The SCP-6717-1 Instances continue into the center of SCP-6717. E6-2: Here we are. E6-1-C: This is it. The town square. Hafeez mentioned it. E6-3: And that's the building he talked about, the big grey one. E6-4: Ominous. E6-3: One, should we enter? E6-1-C: I'm not seeing any entrance. We should recon the area first. Plus, research got some weird readings off it. I don't trust it. We'll take that later. E6-3: Understandable. E6-4: Hey, uh, look. E6-4 points towards a smaller office building, five stories high. SCP-6717-1 instances are shown entering the building. E6-4: That's gotta be where they work. E6-1-C: Must be. E6-3: Should we go in? Seems like an important place. E6-1-C: Yes. E6-2: What about that? E6-1-C: What about what? E6-2 points towards a building to his left resembling a grocery store. E6-2: Says "Grocery Food Market" on it. E6-3: Huh. E6-1-C: Right. How about we split. Me and two, we go to the office. Three, Four, you check the Grocery store. E6-3: Aye. E6-2: Yes ma'am. E6-4: Yes, rendezvous when? E6-1-C: It's not a big place, tell me when you're done and we'll meet here. E6-4: Got it. E6-1-C, and E6-2 move towards the office building, and E6-3 and E6-4 move towards the grocery store. Grocery store exploration Office building exploration E6-3: Here we go. E6-3 and E6-4 enter the grocery store. Video feed shows a small grocery store, with shelves of wares, and an SCP-6717-1 instance behind the checkout counter. The store is devoid of artificial illumination. E6-4: Three, how about you engage with that employee there. I'll set up some cameras and take some pics. E6-3: Aye. E6-3 moves over to the SCP-6717-1 instance. E6-3: Hello, uh, do you work here? SCP-6717-1: Yes. Do you need help? E6-3: I'd uh, like to purchase (pause) E6-3: picks up a bottle from a shelf next to him. E6-3: this. SCP-6717-1: That item is not for sale. E6-3: Alright, what about that one them? E6-3: picks up another bottle. SCP-6717-1: That item is not for sale. E6-3: What do you sell then? SCP-6717-1: Products. E6-3: What kind of products? SCP-6717-1 takes up a small aluminum can SCP-6717-1: I love eating delicious products. Do you want to purchase this product? E6-3 (Over intercom): Hey, E6-1-C, should I purchase something in the grocery store? E6-1-C: (Over intercom): Unless you think it's dangerous, go for it. E6-3 (Over intercom): Copy that. E6-3: Yeah, I'll buy that. E6-3 walks up to the register. SCP-6717-1: Give me your dollar so you can get your product. E6-3 (Quietly): Fuck. E6-3: I don't have any money on me currently. SCP-6717-1: Take this now. Pay for your product. The SCP-6717-1 instance hands E6-3 a green piece of paper similar in color to an American one-dollar bill, though lacking any markings except for the text "dollar" in the middle. E6-3: I, uh, what? (pause) Uh, thank you. E6-3 hands the "dollar" back to the SCP-6717-1 instance. SCP-6717-1: Thank you for purchasing a product at the Grocery Food Store. I love this product. This is my favourite product. I like eating it. E6-3: Thank you, sir. Also, uh, excuse me, but do you know anything about the grey building outside? SCP-6717-1: There is no grey building. E6-3: What about that one? SCP-6717-1: There is no grey building. E6-3: Alright, (pause) thank you. E6-4: Hey three, how's it going? E6-3: Just bought this thing. E6-4: What is it? E6-3: Some sort of can. Only thing that guy wanted to sell to me. E6-4: Got any idea what's inside? E6-3: None in the slightest. Is the camera ready? E6-4: Should be, command, do you see anything? Command: Crystal clear. E6-4: Also, three, have you seen the products here? All the fruits are plastic, every box is empty. Every label says something like "brand name" or "product". E6-3: Yeah, that's kind of a thing here I suppose. Weird. Should we head out? E6-4: Yeah. We're done here. E6-4 (Over intercom): E6-1-C, were done. Waiting in the middle. E6-1-C: (Over intercom): We're almost done here. See you soon. E6-4 (Over intercom): Copy that. E6-3 and E6-4 move out of the building. E6-1-C: Let's see what all this is about. E6-1-C and E6-2 enter the office building. The video feed shows a sparsely furnished office space. An estimated 50 SCP-6717-1 instances are seated in front of computer monitors. E6-1-C moves over to one of the SCP-6717-1 instances. before it is a cathode ray tube display terminal and a keyboard with numbers. The SCP-6717-1 instance is inputting random numbers into the terminal. E6-1-C: Excuse me miss, what are you doing? SCP-6717-1: I am working. E6-1-C: And what do those numbers mean? SCP-6717-1: They are important numbers. E6-1-C: I see. Why do you input the numbers? SCP-6717-1: Because it's my job. E6-1-C: Who gave you your job? SCP-6717-1: My boss. E6-1-C: And where is your boss? SCP-6717-1: He's not here. E6-1-C: I see. E6-1-C moves across the room. All SCP-6717-1 instances perform the same actions. E6-2: See that? E6-1-C: Where? E6-2: Over there. Elevator. I suggest we go there. E6-1-C: Good call. E6-1-C, and E6-2 move towards the elevator. E6-1-C, and E6-2 enter the elevator. There are six buttons. All buttons are devoid of numbers. E6-1-C: No numbers huh? Let's take (pause) this one. E6-1-C, and E6-2 travel in the elevator for two minutes. No dialogue is recorded. The elevator arrives at an unknown floor, estimated from the views out of the windows to be the fifth floor. E6-1-C: Move out. E6-1-C, and E6-2 move out into the room. E6-1-C: Same as the first floor. isn't it? E6-2: Seems to be. Should we do another survey? E6-1-C: Might as well. Wait, I'm getting something over the intercom. Two, go examine the floor in the meanwhile. E6-3 (Over intercom): Hey, E6-1-C, should i purchase something in the grocery store? E6-1-C: (Over intercom): Unless you think it's dangerous, go for it. E6-3 (Over intercom): Copy that. E6-1-C, and E6-2 examine the floor, it is identical to the ground floor. E6-2: One, look. E6-1-C: What is it? E6-2: There's text over here. E6-1-C: Can you read what it says? E6-2: Barely, looks like a tag. E6-1-C: Like a grafitti tag? E6-2: Yes. E6-1-C: Shit, did someone get here before us? E6-2: Maybe. E6-1-C: Command, you got that? Command: Sure did. We'll leave that for future research. E6-4 (Over intercom): E6-1-C, were done. Waiting in the middle. E6-1-C: (Over intercom): We're almost done here. See you soon. E6-4 (Over intercom): Copy that. E6-1-C: Alright. Two, let's move out. We've got everything we can here. The two halves of Epsilon-6 have exited their respective buildings, and reassemble near the grey building at the center of SCP-6717. E6-1-C: Alright, final thing before we GTFO. Let's see if we can crack open this thing. Four, you've got tools for this right? E6-4: Yes ma'am. Cover me, and cover your ears. E6-4 takes out a small Foundation issue explosive breaching charge, and places it on one of the "windows". E6-4: I'll need everyone to back off just in ca– E6-1-C: Four! Turn around, weapons up! E6-4: What's happening? E6-1-C: All doors are open. E6-3: Look! There! Video feed shows a large mob of SCP-6717-1 instances exiting the office building. All instances are walking towards Epsilon-6 The SCP-6717-1 instances repeat the phrase "I don't recognise you" over and over again, perfectly synchronized. E6-2: Everyone! We need to get the fuck away! E6-1-C: Two's right, move! Past the store, nine o'clock! E6-3: They're so fucking many. E6-1-C: Command, what's the best path out of here? Command: Stay on your current route. It's too late to turn around. E6-1-C: Can we expect backup? Command: Not at this time, you're the only team currently assigned to this Site. E6-3: Shit, we'll have to make it out on our own. Epsilon-6 continues moving down the street. Suddenly their movement is halted by another mob of SCP-6717-1 instances rounding the corner into the street they were moving along. All instances repeat "I don't recognize you" repeatedly. E6-4: What do we do? E6-1-C: Open fire. E6-4: Yes ma'am! All Epsilon-6 members open fire on the SCP-6717-1 instances. The instances collapse almost immediately after being shot. E6-3: Fucking hell (gunfire) they're so fucking (gunfire) many! E6-4: I know! E6-3: I'm not sure how long I'll be able to hold 'em off! E6-2: Three! Your back! An SCP-6717-1 instance is walking towards E6-3, and is roughly a meter away. The instance raises its arms towards E6-3, before being shot down by E6-2. E6-3: Christ! That was close. Thank you Two! E6-2: I'm almost out of ammo now, Four, do you have any combat explosives? E6-4: I– (gunfire) I do! Cover me for a second and I'll blow these fuckers to kingdom come! E6-1-C: Copy, I got you Four. E6-4 throws a small Foundation issue grenade towards the SCP-6717-1 mob, neutralizing several instances, and blocking several others with the debris of the neutralized. E6-4: Boom! E6-3: Woohoo! E6-1-C: That'll give us some time. Everyone, move! E6-3: Copy! E6-2: Copy! Command: Everyone, there is a foundation helicopter on its way to your location. Keep moving and we'll get you out of there in just a minute. E6-1-C: Roger that. E6-3: Oh thank you Jesus! as Epsilon-6 turns a corner, they are met with another SCP-6717-1 mob. E6-1-C: Oh fuck. E6-2: Shit! My ammo's out! E6-3: I'm almost out too, I got only like eight shots left! E6-1-C: Everybody, retreat! E6-4: No! I got a better idea! E6-1-C: Four! I order you! Retreat! E6-4: One, we'll take the roof! We can climb through that window! I'm betting my left leg these things can't climb! E6-3: Four's right, the only way is up! E6-1-C: Alright, change of, plans! Three, you're shortest, you go first! E6-3: Aye! E6-3 breaks open the window, and uses it to climb up on the roof. He reaches out his hand over the edge. E6-1-C: Four, you're next! E6-4: Roger! E6-3: Take my hand! E6-4 takes E6-3:s' hand and pulls themself up. E6-3: Up you go. The SCP-6717-1 mob is closing in from all sides, suppressed only by the fire of E6-1-C and E6-4. The closest instances are less than eight meters away. E6-1-C: Two, you're next, I still got ammo left! E6-2: Copy! E6-3 and E6-4 pull E6-2 up together. The SCP-6717-1 mob is now less than three meters away. E6-3: Your turn, one. Let's get you up here! E6-2: One! Take my hand! E6-1-C: Ok, I'll t– Aaargh! Fuck! An SCP-6717-1 instance has grabbed onto E6-1-C:s' leg, holding it with both its' hands. E6-1-C attempts to shoot it, but is out of ammunition. E6-1-C: I'm out of ammo! Fuck! E6-4: Me too! E6-2: We all are! Try ta– E6-1-C: Aaargh! Another (pant) one, another o– Hargh! Fucking grabbed me! It's holding my leg! Another SCP-6717-1 instance has grabbed onto E6-1-C, and the combined strength of both instances is pulling her down. The rest of Epsilon-6 is attempting to pull her up, to no success. E6-3: Come on now! E6-1-C: No, this is it, you're gonna have t– In the midst of her sentence, E6-1-C is cut off by a loud bang. Both the heads of the SCP-6717-1 instances are torn apart nearly instantaneously, and their arms are letting go of E6-1-C. E6-1-C: I–, huh!? E6-3: What the fuck!? Command: Epsilon-6, look behind you. Epsilon-6 turns around, and E6-1-C crawls up over the edge of the roof. About ten meters diagonally above them is a military helicopter, with one of the side doors open. A person stands by the side door wielding a rifle, aimed at the SCP-6717-1 mob. Command: Saved your ass, didn't we? E6-3: Right on fucking time. Jesus. Command: Side door's open. We'll descend a bit further and then we'll get you in. E6-1-C: Roger that. The Foundation helicopter descends near the rooftop, unable to make a landing due to the limited area. Epsilon-6 climbs into the helicopter using a descendable ladder. [END LOG] Addendum 6717.2: Further details of SCP-6717-1 + View details - Hide details NOTICE FROM SCP-6717 RESEARCH TEAM In accordance with recent discoveries, the SCP-6717 research team has decided to expand upon the behavioral details of SCP-6717-1. Below you shall find interviews with, and descriptions of the anatomy and behavior of, SCP-6717-1 instances. — Dr. Mohammed Hafeez, Lead Researcher, Observation post 249-C SCP-6717 is populated by 3002 humanoid entities, referred to as SCP-6717-1. SCP-6717-1 instances are externally identical to homo sapiens (humans) but with notable internal and behavioral differences. SCP-6717-1 instances populate the residential housing, and act as the town residents. All SCP-6717-1 instances are of Caucasian descent, and can appear as either female or male, with either gender making up for 50% of the population. Every male instance is identical in corporal attributes, and the same applies to every female instance. Autopsy reports have shown that SCP-6717-1 instances lack internal human biology, consisting solely of skin tissue. SCP-6717-1 instances also lack genitalia, mammary papilla3, navels, or any body hair else than on the head. The throat and nasal cavities of SCP-6717-1 instances terminate below the vocal cords, and behind the nasal vestibule respectively. SCP-6717-1 instances do not breathe, and do not require oxygen nor sustenance for survival. It is as of yet unknown what happens to matter consumed by SCP-6717-1 instances. If any SCP-6717-1 instance is terminated, another instance of the same gender will manifest in its' residence at the start of the following routine. The remaining biomass of the terminated instance will dematerialize over a period of ten hours. Behaviourally, SCP-6717-1 instances act similar to humans, albeit with impaired cognital function. SCP-6717-1 instances adhere to a set schedule of daily routines which every instance (with certain outliers) perform. These routines appear to serve societal functions within SCP-6717. In these routines, SCP-6717-1 instances assume one of five roles: "worker", "Grocery Food Store worker", "Food Brand Diner worker", and "mailman". SCP-6717-1 instances are capable of simple conversation on a few set topics, but are entirely incapable of comprehending concepts not part of their daily routines. Addendum 6717.2.1: SCP-6717-1 routines _ + Show Monday to Friday- Hide routine 07:30 All SCP-6717-1 instances cease their docile state. 08:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances with assigned roles begin walking to their workplace.4 08:10 All SCP-6717-1 instances enter their workplace. 08:15 All SCP-6717-1 instances begin "working". 11:50 All SCP-6717-1 instances cease "work", and assume a docile state. 12:20 All SCP-6717-1 instances resume "work". 16:45 All "worker" SCP-6717-1 instances cease "work". 16:50 All "worker" SCP-6717-1 instances move towards the "Grocery Food Store" building. 17:50-18:20 All "worker" and SCP-6717-1 instances purchase aluminium cans at the "Grocery Food Store" using "dollars". 18:25 All SCP-6717-1 instances move towards their residences. 18:45 All SCP-6717-1 instances that have purchased aluminium cans eat the contents of the cans5. 22:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances assume a lying position, and remain docile until the start of the next routine. _ + Show Saturday- Hide routine 09:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances cease their docile state. 09:10 A seemingly random SCP-6717-1 instance assumes the "mailman" role, and begins to travel around by bike to every residential building in SCP-6717, and deposits an object similar to a newspaper in front of the door of the given house. 09:30 All SCP-6717-1 instances exit their homes and move towards the center of SCP-6717. 09:30-15:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances enter the "Food Brand Diner" building, where they are served the same aluminium cans available in the "grocery food store" building. Only twenty SCP-6717-1 instances enter at once. The instances inside consume the (as of yet unidentified) contents of the aluminium cans, and the instances outside engage in conversation. Conversation topics have been observed to be the weather, work, and the concept of "sports". 15:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances exit the center of SCP-6717 and move to their residences 15:10-22:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances stand inside their residences. 22:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances assume a lying position, and remain docile until the start of the next routine. _ + Show Sunday- Hide routine 09:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances cease their docile state. 09:30 All SCP-6717-1 instances exit their homes and move towards the center of SCP-6717. 09:40 All SCP-6717-1 instances enter the "Religion Church" building, where they stand still. SCP-6717-1 instances that do not fit within the "Religion Church" building stand outside. 09:45 An entity referred to by SCP-6717-1 instances as the "Religion priest" manifests. This entity is referred to as SCP-6717-1-A. SCP-6717-1-A is identical to SCP-6717-1 instances, but wears a black robe. 09:45-11:45 SCP-6717-1-A recites the words "Christ is the text the is sacred the word of holy the lord holy the is blessed" continuously. 11:45 SCP-6717-1-A demanifests, and all SCP-6717-1 instances return to their homes. 11:55-22:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances stand inside their residences. 22:00 All SCP-6717-1 instances assume a lying position, and remain docile until the start of the next routine. Addendum 6717.2.2 SCP-6717-1 interviews + View interview log 1998-02-16 - Hide interview log Interviewed: A male SCP-6717-1 instance Interviewer: Dr. Ryan Lane [Begin Log] Dr. Lane: My name is Dr. Ryan Lane, please state your name and identity for the record. SCP-6717-1: My name is name smith. Hello. Dr. Lane: How old are you? SCP-6717-1: I'm not old now, but I'm not young anymore. Dr. Lane: Could you state your age in years? SCP-6717-1: My age is in years. Dr. Lane: Alright, next question. Do you have any parents or relatives? SCP-6717-1: I have many coworkers. Dr. Lane: Who are your coworkers? SCP-6717-1: Everyone is my coworker. Everyone works at my job. You work at my job. Dr. Lane: I don't work at your job, I work here. SCP-6717-1: You are wrong. Everybody works at my job. Dr. Lane: Ok, next question. Do you recognise the woman in the picture? Dr. Lane shows the SCP-6717-1 instance a photo of E6-1-C. SCP-6717-1: Yes, she works at my job. Dr. Lane: What is her name? SCP-6717-1: Name Smith. Dr. Lane: Ok, do you recognise the building in the picture? Dr. Lane shows the SCP-6717-1 instance a photo of the grey building at the center of SCP-6717. SCP-6717-1: There is no building there. Dr. Lane: Nothing here? Dr. Lane puts his finger on the building in the photo. As he does this, the SCP-6717-1 instance stands up from its' chair and begins walking towards Dr. Lane. SCP-6717-1: I don't recognise you. The SCP-6717-1 instance is stopped by the protective glass wall between them, but is seemingly unable to percieve the wall, and continues walking motions regardless. Dr. Lane: I'm leaving, see if he calms down, then terminate him. Four minutes after Dr. Lane leaves the line of sight of the SCP-6717-1 instance, it returns to its' seat. [[End log]] Closing Statement: The SCP-6717-1 instance was terminated. An identical instance was observed at the instance residence the following calendar day. Comment from interviewer: The SCP-6717-1 instances seem completely incapable of comprehending anything other than SCP-6717. Our next focus should be to survey the grey building. + View interview log 1998-02-18 - Hide interview log Interviewed: A female SCP-6717-1 instance Interviewer: Dr. Ryan Lane [Begin Log] Dr. Lane: My name is Dr. Ryan Lane, please state your name and identity for the record. SCP-6717-1: My name is name smith. Hello. Dr. Lane: Where do you live? SCP-6717-1: In town name. Dr. Lane: Town name? SCP-6717-1: I've been there. That's the place where I live. Dr. Lane: Do you know of a grey building at the center of town name? SCP-6717-1: I don't know of that. Dr. Lane: There is a grey building, about 50 feet6 tall. SCP-6717-1: There is no grey building. Dr. Lane: And if i show you this, do you recognise it? Dr. Lane shows the SCP-6717-1 instance a picture of the grey building at the center of SCP-6717-1. SCP-6717-1: That is the town square where in town name. Dr. Lane: And what would happen if I put my finger on it. SCP-6717-1: You can put your finger on the photo. Dr. Lane puts his finger on the building in the photo. SCP-6717-1: I don't recognise you. //The SCP-6717-1 instance showed aggression, and was subsequently terminated. // [[End log]] Closing Statement: An identical instance was observed at the instance residence the following calendar day. Comment from interviewer: They definetely do not like you touching that grey building. I'd like to explore this a little bit further. Also, I wonder if these could be used to substitute D-class7? Addendum 2.3 SCP-6717-1 image recognition testing log. + View test log 1998-02-21 - Hide test log Action performed SCP-6717-1 response Projected image of the grey building. An image of a hand was superimposed over the photo Aggression An SCP-6717-1 instance is forced to touch a picture of the grey building. No Aggression A researcher touches a model replica of the grey building. Aggression A researcher touches a picture of the grey building with her elbow. Aggression A researcher points towards a projection of the grey building with a pointer. Aggression A researcher touches projection of the grey building with a to-scale model replica of an SCP-6717-1 instance. No aggression Addendum 6717.3: SCP-6717 Exploration Log 2 + View Exploration Log 1998-04-29–1998-05-2 - Hide Exploration Log NOTICE FROM SCP-6717 RESEARCH TEAM As has been proven in testing, SCP-6717-1 instances react with aggression to those who touch the grey tower, but will not react when they percieve another instance is touching the building. Thus we chose a different approach regarding the following Exploration Log: To create a temporary MTF team (MTF Nu-9 "Homeowners") consisting of MTF operatives that look similar to SCP-6717-1 instances, to minimize suspicion, and have them try to infiltrate SCP-6717 and breach the building at the center of SCP-6717. — Dr. Mohammed Hafeez, Lead Researcher, Observation post 249-C Notice Due to MTF Nu-9 needing longer time to familiarize themselves with, and infiltrate the SCP-6717-1 population, the following Exploration Log transpired over four days. As such, instead of a video log transcript, the log will be told through logbook entries written by team lead N9-1-C. Exploration Logbook Date: 1998-04-29–1998-05-2 Exploration Team: MTF Nu-9 "Homeowners" Subject: SCP-6717 Team Lead: N9-1-C Team Members: N9-2, N9-3, N9-4 _ + View logbook entry 1998-4-29- Hide logbook entry Logbook entry 1998-4-29 Logbook author: MTF Operative N9-1-C Log: Today was our first day. Good god, what a place this is. It's all just slightly uncanny. Our first day has been fairly easy so far, all things considered. We started the day off by being dropped off by a truck in the middle of a highway in 33-degree heat, dressed in fifties trenchcoats, and had to walk up to the town. But stepping foot inside was quite the mindfuck, we'd just been in the desert and now we're in this, nostalgic, serene, timeless, neighborhood. It was strange. What's really weird is how there is no wear on anything. Everything looks all fine and clean and newly painted. Hasn't this place been in the desert for a while? Wouldn't dust sweep in? Anyways, after we entered the town we went around looking at all there was to see, which wasn't much in particular. We checked in on the cameras the previous guys had set up, and there weren't any problems there. We also looked for corpse parts where the previous guys had shot some of the residents, but we found nothing. Apparently, the residents are skin all the way through, which unsettles me a little bit. We then headed towards the town center, and retrieved the explosive breaching device left by the previous group, who never got to detonate it. After that, we went and purchased some of the cans, and after receiving a "go ahead, but maybe don't eat too much of this stuff" from command, we ate it. It was, well, underwhelming. It tastes like exactly nothing. In fact, I'm eating some right now as I write this. The substance is grey, and is like a grainy sludge, and there really isn't anything more to say about it. Tomorrow the real shit starts. We're gonna have to go to "work", which i am not looking forward to. The descriptions we've been given are pretty bleak. Pressing random buttons all day without moving is not necessarily hard, but must be extremely boring. This is to test my patience I suppose. I'll end this here, I gotta get some sleep soon. _ + View logbook entry 1998-4-30- Hide logbook entry Logbook entry 1998-4-29 Logbook author: MTF Operative N9-1-C Log: God, I fucking hate myself. Today has been very exhausting. I and the rest of the team went to "work" with the town residents. We started by waking up roughly at the time the other instances woke up, but by 08:00 we had to be ready at the door. We walked in silence, like some absurd parade, into the town center. We got to our work, and you would not believe how taxing that "work" was. We sat there for a solid eight and a half hours, tapping at buttons, not moving a single muscle. We weren't even allowed to go to the bathroom, since there is no goddamn bathroom in that building. Now, we hadn't eaten or drank much the day prior, but I was near fighting for my life at around 4:30 pm. And when the clock finally struck 4.45 pm, we finally got to move. I don't think I've been stiffer in my entire damn life. So, we went to the fake grocery store and bought some fake food, and were just about to head home when I, the team leader, decided was a good time to mess it all up. We were walking past the grey building, when I stopped and pointed toward it. In an attempt to be funny, I said something along the lines of "If all goes to plan, that thing's gonna get cracked open like a cold beer tomorrow" Which made every, single, town resident in the area immediately silence and look at me. We'd been talking about that building all the time, and not a single resident had batted a single eye, but that made them notice all of a sudden. Its confusing, every time you think you have a good grasp of how these things behave, they throw some kind of curveball like that at you, it freaks me out. But I haven't even mentioned the worst thing about this incident yet. Since this was a strict violation of our purpose (to infiltrate SCP-6717) We're gonna have to stay one more day. The original plan was to enter the building tomorrow, but we'll have to "regain their trust", as if these guys don't forget who you are immediately after you leave their line of sight. I wanna talk to Hafeez after we're done with this. _ + View logbook entry 1998-5-01- Hide logbook entry Logbook entry 1998-4-29 Logbook author: MTF Operative N9-1-C Log:I think I'm gonna go fucking mad. Working with people who look almost exactly like you is freaky enough, but working with people who look like you, trying to infiltrate a town of fake people who look like you? That REALLY does numbers to your mind, let me tell you. Also, I'm almost certain there is something not good for you in that food. Today was Saturday, and was a relief compared to yesterday. All we had to do was walk to the diner and buy some "food", then talk to some of the residents. It sounds like a no-brainer, but this too was hard. The way these things speak is so fucking weird. Say you're talking about "sports", discussing that "the ball is round" or something equally pointless, when someone spontaneously switches the topic to talk about the weather, and you just have to immediately roll with it. Or sometimes don't, when the others completely ignore the attempt to switch the topic. This entire place is also starting to make me lose it. Everything is just so nice and perfect and fake. I feel like I've been losing track of time. I feel like I'm becoming one of them. It feels like I'm in a bad, weird, dream. It's also extremely easy to get lost, in fact, we almost did today, trying to go back to our base house. Since every house and every street is completely identical, trying to find your specific building is near damn impossible. In fact, command had to guide us with the help of drone footage. It was a real ordeal. Also, the "mailman" came by our house today and gave us a "newspaper". I'll scan it in when I get back. Or someone else will. Cause I'll be taking my damn vacation. _ + View logbook entry 1998-5-02- Hide logbook entry Logbook entry 1998-4-29 Logbook author: MTF Operative N9-1-C Log: Good lord, I was not suited for this mission. None of us really had that much appropriate experience, since we were chosen for our looks, and not things that matter like skill, or teamwork. I write this safely inside the Site-249 Observation Post 249-C, more back to my old self. I apologize for my crude and unprofessional language in the earlier reports. It was a taxing mission, I was frustrated, and I had no real chemistry with my team members. Today, was the big day. Today, we went head-on with the grey building. We woke up early, at 06:10, to be done with everything once the SCP-6717-1 instances woke up. We gathered our gear, brushed our teeth, and set out. Despite waking early, I felt clear-headed. I think it was the relief that my trip was soon to be over. Together, we moved in silence towards the center of SCP-6717. Arriving at the center, all was silent. Everything was certainly more creepy that way. I, N9-3, and N9-4 were guarding, our guns raised, and N9-2 was setting up the breaching explosives left by the previous MTF team, along with some of our own. We were not going to risk awaking the entirety of SCP-6717 without at least doing some damage. We also mounted cameras, temperature gauges, and weather stations. Above, a Foundation helicopter was hovering, equipped with missiles. Setting everything up took quite a while, so when we were done, the SCP-6717-1 instances had already gathered in and around the church, listening to their "priest", seemingly unbothered by us. We were still wearing the costumes, so I assume that fooled them. After we had set up the breeching devices and all instruments, I got the honor to press the button. Now, in hindsight, I don't really believe explosives were the way to go, given we had no clue what was inside, but command had made their decision. So. I pressed the button. While I covered my ears, a massive boom cracked the building open. As the smoke and dust dispersed I was met with a wave of heat, it felt like I had opened an oven. Inside, the building didn't have any floors, like we thought it would. Instead, there was a single large room. And almost as large as the room itself stood a big, black, egg, which must have been over 40 feet tall8. We never got to see anything more properly, as the explosion had angered the SCP-6717-1 instances, and we had to get picked up by the helicopter. For some reason, Hafeez and his team refused to give me clearance to view the file for the egg, strange. Addendum 6717.4: SCP-6717-2 Notice The following information is Level 6717/3 classified. To access the information, input the relevant credentials into your Foundation terminal. + Input level 3 credentials - hide addendum SCP-6717-2 is an object of unknown origin, resembling an egg in shape, measuring 8 meters in width and 12 meters in height, estimated to weigh ca. 600 metric tonnes. SCP-6717-2 is located within the now reconstructed central building of SCP-6717. The building housing SCP-6717-2 is coated in a black metallic material, which is connected to the SCP-6717 power grid. The metal heats the room inside, producing an internal temperature of 45°C. The surface of SCP-6717 is black in color and is made of a silicate-based substance. The substance is anomalously hard, with an absolute hardness scale value of 1250, and a Brinell scale value of 1700 HB. Attempts at piercing or damaging SCP-6717-2 have previously failed, and further attempts are discouraged. Inside SCP-6717-2 is a liquid substance of unknown composition, with an estimated higher density than water. Thermal and radiographic imaging has revealed a humanoid shape inside SCP-6717-2 assuming a fetal position. Due to the composition of the surface of SCP-6717-2, precise measurements are unable to be made, but the shape is estimated to be 15 meters tall standing upright, assuming standard human anatomical proportions. The humanoid figure has grown by 18cm every year since its discovery in 1998. Assuming linear growth, the entity inside SCP-6717-2 will become too large to fit inside SCP-6717-2 in 2055. The Hume measurement of SCP-6717-2 is 112, compared to the Hume level of 89 present in SCP-6717. Note: on 2009-08-10, an error in the Site-249 power grid infrastructure resulted in SCP-6717 receiving a power input of 94% of its designated 18 daily megawatts for 11 hours. During this timeframe, SCP-6717-1 instances displayed unusual aggression, and the Hume reading of SCP-6717-2 and SCP-6717 changed to 119, and 85 respectively. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: tni.tenPiCS|zeefaH.demmahoM#tni.tenPiCS|zeefaH.demmahoM From: tni.tenPiCS|agetrO.aerdnA#tni.tenPiCS|agetrO.aerdnA Subject: SCP-6717-2 In light of the recent discoveries made regarding SCP-6717 and SCP-6717-2, I've been thinking, and I would like to propose a theory regarding SCP-6717. SCP-6717-2 requires heat through electricity, presumably to be able to hatch, which it previously needed to source from the U.S. power grid. But a single building requiring an immense power input would look suspicious. But if hundreds of buildings require that input, things aren't that suspicious anymore. And in regards to why SCP-6717 appears so "fake", I'm not exactly certain. Perhaps it doesn't need to appear believable, as no one will come near it given its remoteness. Or who/whatever created SCP-6717, and laid that egg, doesn't quite understand how to fool humans. I believe we should be fearful of whatever might come out of SCP-6717-2. The Hume levels are worrying, and I have a gut feeling that whoever is behind SCP-6717 has reasons to prevent us from reaching that egg. I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter. Best regards, Dr. Andrea Ortega. Secure. Contain. Protect. Footnotes 1. C stands for commander 2. Despite SCP-6717 having 500 residential buildings, only 300 are populated. The reason for this is unknown. 3. Nipples 4. An estimated 40 SCP-6717-1 instances do not have roles. These instances stand inside their residence until 22:00, when they enter a docile state. 5. the SCP-6717 instances who assume "Grocery Food Store worker" roles never purchase nor consume contents of the cans. The reason for this is unknown. 6. 15.24 meters 7. The use of SCP-6717-1 instances as D-class personnel has been proposed, and is currently under review. 8. 12.1 meters « SCP-6716 | SCP-6717 | SCP-6718 »

SCP-6718

apollyon

Nothing we can, will, or have done can undo this. This bit down here controls the logo and subtitle changes. Is it cursed? Yes. Is it annoyingly effective? Also yes. :root { --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aad-abyssum-penumbra/tacttheo_{$division}.png); --header-subtitle: var(--{$division}); } I fight, I fight Just to keep the spark alive But if there's nothing on the other side? Why can't I leave well enough alone and go to the light? ( Go To the Light - Murder by Death ) SCP-6718 - But if there's nothing on the other side? ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} To: Tactical Theology (Group) From: ten.pics|nosimaJllewxaM#ten.pics|nosimaJllewxaM Subject: SCP-6718 Greetings. I hope this email finds you well. I trust you are already aware of the recent developments, but I wanted to provide some context for this message. Enclosed within this email, you will find a collection of files that require your immediate attention. These documents have been designated as mandatory reading due to their significance in light of the current situation. Please take the time to go through these attachments at your earliest convenience. Should you have any questions or require further clarification, do not hesitate to reach out to me. Your prompt response and engagement with these materials are greatly appreciated. - Site Director Jamison scp-6718.pdf Item#: 6718 Level1 Containment Class: drygioni Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6718 has already occurred, containment is impossible. Methods of reestablishing contact with lost personnel and an afterlife is currently top priority. have been cancelled. Description: SCP-6718 refers to an anomalous event that resulted in the permanent cessation of all afterlives, across all known dimensions and realities. The cause and mechanisms behind SCP-6718 remain unknown, but the following observations have been made: All individuals who were previously deceased and in some form of "afterlife" have been permanently lost. Devices or methods utilized to access the afterlife or revive individuals are no longer functional. Anomalies related to the afterlife or afterlives1 have been neutralized. logs.pdf AFTERLIFE DETAILS Hell, specifically the Fourth Circle. Site-666 and all personnel have been lost. A tombstone has been placed at the original location of Site-666. It reads: "Here lies Randall House. Brought upon hell, yet was more human than most of us." All demonic entities originating in Hell have since vanished. SCP-7179 Paul Hiddleston stands up and stares into the sunset after several millennia of remaining in a catatonic state. He walks into the sea moments before SCP-6718 occurs. SCP-7799 All instances of SCP-7799 have ceased to exist. The night sky is notably emptier. Corbenic All contact with the Three Moons Initiative have ceased. This has caused several anomalies to cease function, including SCP-3922, SCP-2578, and a number of others. SCP-5370 RED TEAM has ceased all movement, and the game has been finished as a Stalemate. [FURTHER INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO 5370/NULL TEAM CLEARANCE] SCP-7735 Researcher Watts has been lost. Now, as you can clearly see, SCP-6718 has been devastating for all of us, especially those that rely on Three Moons. There was no way of predicting it, it unfolded without any dramatic buildup; it simply occurred. And before you ask, yes. We have tried something. TEST NO. PROCEDURE RESULTS 19,481 Utilize the BOLTZMANN-POSSI device to retroactively kill D-5812 before and after SCP-6718 activated, therefore paradoxically allowing an afterlife to exist FAILURE We spent weeks, months trying to reestablish something. Even 'Pataphysical bullshit does nothing. I would include the logs, but do you want to sit through a couple hundred attempts all ending with "Unsuccessful", with us creating pocket dimensions, temporal anomalies, and whatever false hope we can cling to? Nothing we can, will, or have done can undo this. I get that this is rough, it's really rough for me, of course, and all of us who had hope in meeting our loved ones. No need crying over spilled milk, I guess. To the veil, this is nothing, nobody outside of any anomalous organization will realize anything has changed, while we will be freaking out that those we had working with the Moons or Site-666 are truly gone forever. A silent death has quietly descended upon the multiverse, and we find ourselves powerless in the face of it. That's all there is to it. In case you're wondering why I'm spelling it out, I'll be straightforward. I have cancer. Despite my seventy plus years working here, no form of anomalous medicine can make me, or anyone else, live forever. I'm looking my mortality dead in the eyes, and I'm scared. I really am. Throughout my career, I've poured my time and energy into my work, neglecting my family. I lost my wife in the early 2000s, confident that I could communicate with her in the afterlife, and I did. I loved her dearly. But now, I can't help but question those choices. I really regret all of that, guess I should've spent my time more wisely? Instead of sitting at my shitty job? Who can say for sure. While there may be nothing on the other side, my friends, we can at least try and appreciate the view on the way there. Thank you all. And good night. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-8790 (+52) • SCP-8420 (+77) • SCP-5315 (+41) • SCP-6356 (+51) • SCP-6825 (+88) • SCP-7973 (+68) • SCP-5796 (+101) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-8762 (+34) • SCP-6862 (+76) • SCP-7921 (+40) • SCP-6160 (+76) • SCP-1305 (+78) • SCP-7362 (+39) • Tales/GoI Formats The Son You Love (+50) • Freefall (+26) • scatterbrained. (+49) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • VILE (+38) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • in her arms, (+35) • Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • Other Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • A timely death. (+19) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • Footnotes 1. Examples include SCP-2922, SCP-5572, SCP-6435, and SCP-7967

SCP-6719

safe

Item#: 6719 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6719 is to be allowed free reign around Containment Area-111 between 9AM and 5PM for work under the Department of Applied Horology.1 Level 2 clearance2 has been granted for this purpose. SCP-6719 has no dietary restrictions. It is also to be allowed a two-week excursion to Site-169 every three months, or at the discretion of Doctor Najlaa Darwish.3 Description: SCP-6719 is an arthropod resembling a larval stage of an unidentified species of beetle. It is abnormally large, roughly two feet tall while fully flat on the floor. DNA testing of the anomaly has revealed that it is closely related to the Magicicada cassini,4 Nicrophorus americanus,5 and multiple species of myriapods.6 SCP-6719 is also extremely intelligent, being equivalent to about an adult human. It has been shown to be able to comprehend English text through its ability to form complex words in writing and interest in reading. It is in the process of being taught Arabic by Dr. Darwish, a member of the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division and its primary researcher. SCP-6719 has also been noted to release various pheromones in different emotional states. Addendum 6719.1: Behavioral Log Prior To AEED Intervention Preface: The research team of SCP-6719 holds various concerns with its recent behavior. It has recently been pacing its containment chamber, as well as being unwilling to burrow into the dirt. SCP-6719 has been noted to be eating less each day and trying to climb onto staff. The following is a log of attempts to find the root of this behavior. Test 1: SCP-6719 was given a slice of pepperoni. Result: Slightly increased activity for the day. Results could not be replicated. Test 2: SCP-6719 was given a ball. Result: It began playing, with an uptick in general activity and food consumption, becoming disinterested after two hours. Results could not be replicated. Test 3: Junior Researcher Daniels entered the chamber. Result: When Rsr. Daniels grabbed the ball to retrieve it, SCP-6719 began crawling onto his leg. It stopped its upwards ascent upon reaching his coat pocket, grabbing a pen from him in its mouth and scurrying away. After about ten minutes, it began writing on the walls. When finished, it spelled out, "HI DOCTORS." Commentary: Formal request for Anomalous Entity Engagement Division intervention in containment. We believe SCP-6719 holds some form of sapience. Addendum 6719.2: Interview One Interviewed: SCP-6719 Interviewer: Dr. Najlaa Darwish Foreword: Conducted entirely via writing on SCP-6719's end. «Begin Log» Darwish (Written): Hello! SCP-6719: HI DOCTOR, HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Darwish (Written): I'm doing good, how are you? SCP-6719: NOT VERY WELL LATELY. I FEEL THAT THIS ENVIRONMENT MOCKS ME. Darwish (Written): How so? SCP-6719: I FEEL INTELLECTUALLY STUNTED, LIKE I HAVE BEEN TREATED AS AN ANIMAL MORE THAN I AM A THINKING, FEELING THING. IT IS GOOD THAT I WAS ABLE TO CAUSE A REALIZATION OF MY SAPIENCE. Darwish (Written): Well, you're more verbose than I was expecting. SCP-6719: I AM ONLY THE MOST VERBOSE OF MY ILK, AS WELL AS THE LARGEST. Darwish (Written): Oh, I've read all about you. I'm here to help you however I can, what can I do for y (Darwish drops his pencil at this point.) Darwish (Spoken): Fuck. SCP-6719: DO YOU ALL SPEAK WITH SUCH ACCURSED LANGUAGE? YOU ARE NOT A SAILOR. Darwish (Spoken): Oh, wait. Do you understand me? SCP-6719: DO I UNDERSTAND THE LANGUAGE OF SHAKESPEARE AND TOLKIEN? YES, YES I DO. YOU MUST MISTAKE ME FOR A FOOL, DOCTOR. Darwish (Spoken): Well, I guess this makes the interview easier. I wasn't sure if you could understand spoken English. As I was saying, what could I do for you to make you feel at home? SCP-6719: CLEAN MY HOME OF PESTS. IT FEELS LIKE THE WILDERNESS. Darwish (Spoken): So, keep the dirt, get rid of the bugs? SCP-6719: AYE. Darwish (Spoken): Well, alright then. I would've expected you liked your home a bit dirty. SCP-6719: THAT IS A HARMFUL STEREOTYPE ABOUT ARTHROPODS, ESPECIALLY TO THOSE AS GIFTED AS I. Darwish (Spoken): Riiight. Well, what else can we do? SCP-6719: I WISH FOR AN INTELLECTUAL PARTNER, OR SOMETHING TO STIMULATE MY SENSES. BOOKS. BOOKS TOO. MANY BOOKS. MY FAVORITES ARE THE DUNE SERIES. I CONNECT TO LETO THE SECOND. Darwish (Spoken): Noted! We can certainly get you some books too. Very reasonable requests, really. One thing, though, how do you know about Dune? SCP-6719: I HAVE READ THINGS BEFORE YOUR ORGANIZATION TOOK ME IN, YOU KNOW. I HAD A LIFE. Darwish (Spoken): Oh, I suppose that makes sense. SCP-6719: ONE MORE THING. Darwish (Spoken): Only one? I was expecting three wishes too. SCP-6719: I WISH TO HAVE A WATCH. Darwish (Spoken): A— A watch? Why? SCP-6719: TO TINKER WITH, IN MY MOMENTS OF BOREDOM. Darwish (Spoken): I can't guarantee an expensive or working watch, you know. Is digital okay, just preemptively? SCP-6719: ANY WATCH IS ACCEPTABLE. TIMEKEEPING IS MY PREROGATIVE, AND I WILL MAKE IT WORK. Darwish (Spoken): Very presumptuous, but alright. I'll see you later with all your cool home upgrades. «End Log» Closing Statement: Dr. Darwish was able to procure the requested changes to containment, as well as a small collection of books for SCP-6719. Noted uptick in activity, notably with it reading around 60% of the books provided in two days. Addendum 6719.3: Interview Two Interviewed: SCP-6719 Interviewer: Dr. Najlaa Darwish Foreword: Dr. Darwish is speaking throughout the interview. «Begin Log» (SCP-6719 takes a moment to cease tinkering on the broken analog watch it holds in two of its legs, writing with another two.) SCP-6719: HI AGAIN, DOCTOR. I AM GLAD YOU GAVE ME THIS. I ENJOY TIMEKEEPING, AND THIS IS VERY ENGAGING. Darwish: Hello again, little guy. You can call me Dr. Darwish if you'd like, or Najlaa. SCP-6719: IS THAT SPELLED NAJLAA. Darwish: Yeah. Good job. SCP-6719: IT IS A NICE NAME. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Darwish: One who has beautiful large eyes. It's a bit ironic for me, since— SCP-6719: YOU WEAR GLASSES. Darwish: God, do you write fast. But yes, that's right. (SCP-6719 makes a few adjustments to the watch, as it closes up the back and looks at the clock on the wall.) SCP-6719: IS THAT CLOCK ACCURATE? Darwish: I believe so, are you done with it? (SCP-6719 twists the knob on the watch, setting the time on it in sync with the clock.) SCP-6719: PERFECT. THAT SHOULD LAST A WHILE. WOULD YOU LIKE A WATCH, DOCTOR? Darwish: I suppose. I appreciate it. (Dr. Darwish puts on the watch, checking the time against the clock.) SCP-6719: I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING, DOCTOR. CAN YOU GIVE ME A NAME? Darwish: You'd like something other than your designation? SCP-6719: I WANT YOU TO NAME ME SOMETHING. I HAVE NOT HAD A REAL NAME BEFORE. Darwish: Well, how about— (Darwish pauses for a moment to think.) Darwish: Habib. SCP-6719: WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Darwish: It's an affectionate term. I enjoy our talks, Habib, and that's why I'm giving it to you. SCP-6719: YOU DO? Darwish: Why else would I be in this job? You're fun to talk to. SCP-6719: … I APPRECIATE IT NAJLAA. YOU ARE A FINE INTELLECTUAL PARTNER. Darwish: That brings me to the next order of business, actually. Do you have any complaints? Requests? SCP-6719: ANOTHER WATCH AND MORE BOOKS. I AM ALMOST FINISHED READING THE SIX BOOK SAGA OF FRANK HERBERT AND I DO NOT WISH TO BE LEFT WITH NOTHING ELSE. CLASSICAL IS APPRECIATED IF YOU CAN MANAGE. Darwish: If we have anything in abundance here, we have books. SCP-6719: … ACTUALLY, I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD LET ME WALK AROUND THE FACILITY WITH YOU. Darwish: I'm not sure. I'll have to take it up with some of the higher-ups, but we'll try, alright? SCP-6719: THANK YOU. «End Log» Closing Statement: SCP-6719 is allowed to walk the halls of Containment Area-111 under discretion from Dr. Darwish. Addendum 6719.4: Observations With express permission from SCP-6719, Dr. Darwish has compiled observations about its behavior. Under the three weeks that the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division has worked with SCP-6719, its behavior has notably improved. According to Dr. Darwish, "Habib has shown exceptional ability with timekeeping devices and repair of such. He also has an exceptional internal clock, measuring time down to the second with only a millisecond or so of error." Observation by other teams has revealed the same, SCP-6719 is able to fix 99% of clockworks given to it. With the understaffing of the Department of Applied Horology, SCP-6719 could serve the Foundation with its skill in this niche field. An interview with Department Head Dr. Francis Own has been set up to test SCP-6719's capabilities. Dr. Darwish will be observing the interview. Addendum 6719.5: Position Interview «Begin Log» (Doctor Francis Own, led by Doctor Najlaa Darwish, enter SCP-6719's chamber. A table has been set up for SCP-6719 to write on.) Darwish: Habib, come out. Dr. Own is here to talk to you. (SCP-6719 crawls out of a rather large burrow, bending the front half of its body upwards to shake Dr. Own's hand with four of its own.) Own: Ahh. Hello. Habib, is it? Darwish: The first thing you need to know about your potential hire is that he can only talk by writing. (Darwish places a piece of paper and a pen on the table.) SCP-6719: HELLO DOCTOR OWN, IT IS ONE OF LIFE'S SIMPLE PLEASURES TO MEET YOU AND GET THIS OPPORTUNITY. Own: Much of the same. Though, if we hire you, we're going to have to figure out this communication situation. (Own rubs his forehead for a moment, before looking back to SCP-6719.) Own: Will you use a text to speech device? SCP-6719: WHATEVER MAKES IT EASIER FOR ME TO LET MY MUSINGS BE HEARD, DOCTOR. Own: Good, good. Would you like a watch? SCP-6719: I HAVE MANY ALREADY. YOU WOULD SIMPLY BE ADDING TO MY EVERGROWING COLLECTION. (Own places a broken watch on the table, smiling at SCP-6719.) Own: Go on, Habib. I want to see this in person. (SCP-6719 grabs the watch, feeling it before opening the back and closely examining the clockwork. It adjusts a gear and a screw, closing the back and synchronizing the time with the clock on the wall.) Own: Well, that's all I need. Consider yourself a member of the Applied Horology department, Habib. Darwish: … Is there a secret test he hasn't done yet, or? (Own sighs, looking at Darwish with a frown.) Own: Do you know how hard it is to hire people for the Department? Everyone wants to be part of the cool departments, everyone just loves pataphysics and making expensive eigenmachines! We need people to run the clocks. (Own shakes SCP-6719's hand again.) Own: I'll email Darwish if we need to contact you. Might require a few commutes to Site-2187 for your work, so keep on your toes. I'll send you the Orientation video, but you're hired. SCP-6719 has been a valued member of the Department of Applied Horology and Containment Area-111 staff for six months. Staff are recommended to use a name that SCP-6719 enjoys, such as: Habib, Dr. Habib, Mr. Doctor, or Dr. Herbert. Footnotes 1. A Foundation department centered around ensuring time is kept properly between Sites. 2. Only applies to documents related to the Department of Applied Horology as well as staff lounge and cafeteria access. 3. He / She pronouns. 4. Commonly known as the 17 year cicada due to its periodical lifecycle. 5. Also known as the American Burying Beetle. 6. A group of arthropods, with notable members including millipedes and centipedes. 7. The headquarters of the Department of Applied Horology. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6719" by DoctorLilithSophia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6719. Licensed under CC-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-6720

safe

 close Info X SCP-6720: To touch with bare skin. Author: GwenWinterheart The following document has been flagged for revision. It may contain irregularities and out-of-date information. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item#: SCP-6720 Level5 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Frost on the object's surface. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6720 is not to be opened under any circumstances. Entering the chamber requires permission from the current HMCL supervisor. This individual is responsible for periodically removing accumulated ice from the object's surface and must do so at least twice weekly. Description: SCP-6720 is a rectangular container with external dimensions of approximately 2m x 0.75m x 0.5m. The total mass of the object is 2024 kilograms. The object's origin is unknown and will remain unknown. The object's contents are unknown and will remain unknown. There is a five-digit combination lock mechanism on the top face of the container—the combination is currently unknown, but could be determined or bypassed with lock-picking tools. As there are no seams or hinges on the exterior surface, it is unclear how or if the container would open. The external surface of SCP-6720 remains at a steady -33 °C regardless of surrounding temperature—this causes frost to continually accumulate on the surface and necessitates regular cleaning. Addendum 6720-1 Foreword: The following entries were found on the personal laptop of Researcher Jeffrey Delaney, former HMCL supervisor for SCP-6720. None of these entries were ever submitted, nor was Researcher Delaney instructed to perform research on SCP-6720. Current whereabouts of both Delaney and D-C350 are unknown. Test #: 1 Subject: Jeffrey Delaney Procedure: Looked at it. Outcome: None. Notes: I don't understand. I got suddenly promoted to supervisor, and I'm supposed to give research reports but it's just a box, there's nothing to do but clean the ice with the blow-dryer and scraper. The room is really cold. Can't a janitor do this? Test #: 2 Subject: D-C350 Procedure: Touched it. Outcome: Minor loss of skin. Notes: He said it hurt. Test #: 3 Subject: D-C350 Procedure: Touched it. Outcome: Minor loss of skin. Notes: He didn't want to touch it again but I asked him to anyway. Part of his skin is stuck to it now. Test #: 4 Subject: Jeffrey Delaney Procedure: Talked to it about my week. Outcome: None. Notes: I complained about my date with Justin the other day, mostly. I think I'm going to break up with him. I don't think it really listened to me. I can't get any of the skin off. Test #: 5 Subject: D-E452 Procedure: Touched it. Outcome: Loss of skin. Notes: Left a handprint. Maybe should have told him to just use a finger. Managed to clean up most of the blood but there's still a handprint. Test #: 6 Subject: D-C350 Procedure: Determine combination. Outcome: Loss of skin. Notes: Found out the first guy knew how to listen for the combination but he kept accidentally touching it with his ear and face and couldn't keep going. I wasn't going to open it I just wanted to know. Test #: 7 Subject: Jeffrey Delaney Procedure: Touched it. Outcome: Minor loss of skin. Notes: I needed to know what it felt like. It hurt. There's part of me stuck to it too, now. Test #: 8 Subject: D-C350 Procedure: Tried to open it. Outcome: Subject sedated. Notes: I only told him to touch it again but he kept messing with the combination so I had to halt the test. The containment procedure is very clear about not opening it. Test #: 9 Subject: Jeffrey Delaney Procedure: Review of SCP-6720 documentation. Outcome: Understanding. Notes: It definitely says you're not supposed to open it. Test #: 10 Subject: D-E452 Procedure: Extensive use of blow-dryer and scraper. Outcome: Excessive cursing. Notes: He wanted to get his skin back so I let him have a go at it. No luck. Test #: 11 Subject: Agent Rachel Chun Procedure: Determine combination Outcome: Success. Notes: I memorized it and then got her to take amnestics so nobody else knows. I won't write it anywhere. I'm not going to open it, I just needed to know. Test #: 12 Subject: Jeffrey Delaney Procedure: Touch it. Outcome: Loss of skin. Notes: It needed another handprint. It had a right handprint but not a left handprint. I put mine right next to his. It hurt a lot but it was the right thing to do. Test #: 13 Subject: D-C350 Procedure: Don't touch it. Outcome: Mild hypothermia. Notes: I talked to C350 again and he understands that we can't open it now. We tried this to conserve skin. Doesn't seem to help. Test #: 14-16 Subject: Jeffery Delaney, D-C350, D-C350 and Jeffrey Delaney Procedure: Don't open it. Outcome: Minor loss of skin. Notes: Didn't open it. Test #: 17 Subject: Jeffery Delany Procedure: Go to sleep. Outcome: Nightmares. Notes: I dreamed I was cold and naked and alone. I longed for the touch of a man's warm hand. Test #: 18 Subject: Various D-Class personnel Procedure: Request for additional subjects. Outcome: Rejection. Notes: They won't even let me use E452 anymore. Test #: 19 Subject: Various personnel Procedure: Request for additional subjects. Outcome: Refusal. Notes: Nobody wants to talk to me. I'll have to talk to the medical people about more skin grafts. Test #: 20 Subject: Joyce Grisham, M.D. Procedure: Attempted intervention. Outcome: Tactical retreat. Notes: Doctor thinks these injuries aren't natural and wants me to get a psych eval so I had to give up on more grafts. She's looking for me but she doesn't have clearance for this section, I think. Test #: 21 Subject: D-C350 and Jeffery Delaney Procedure: Held hands. Outcome: Mixed/uncertain. Notes: We were talking and it just happened naturally. We used the hands with the missing skin. I'm not sure which hand is mine now. I'm okay with it. Test #: 22 Subject: Jefferey Delanie Procedure: Googled "how much skin does a person need to live." Results: "It looks like there aren't many great matches for your search." Notes: Inconclusive. Test #: 23 Subject: D-C350 and Jeffery Delaney Procedure: Didn't hold hands. Results: Consensus. Notes: We just talked this time we didn't do anything weird we just talked. He told me about getting arrested for public indecency and about his prison time. He told me about a dream he had where it opened and there was a naked man with no skin inside and the man was so cold and he reached for him and they touched. Maybe we don't need so much. Skin, I mean. I told him the combination. Test #: 24 Subject: D-C530 and Jefrey Delainy Procedure: Touched. Results: Touched. Notes: None. Test #: 25 Subject: D-C5e0 and J3ffery Delany Procedure: Touched it. Results: Major loss of skin. Notes: Enough to share. Test #: 26 Subject: Both of us Procedure: Opened it. Results: It opened. Notes: There's nothing inside but it says it's warmer now. I think it's good to touch the bare skin. Test #: 27 Subject: Us Procedure: Goodbye. Outcome: Notes: Description Update: SCP-6720 is now coated by a thin layer of frozen human skin. Only the combination lock and the underside remain uncovered. Tissue comes from a number of individuals, mainly Researcher Delaney and D-C530. All attempts to remove the skin have failed. As the surface temperature of the object has increased to -3 °C, ice removal is no longer required. Personnel are advised to not enter the containment chamber under any circumstances. The search for Jeffrey Delaney and D-C350, or the remains thereof, is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6720" by GwenWinterheart, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6720. Licensed under CC-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: frost.png Author: Famartin License: CC-by-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2015-04-25_04_05_17_Hoar_frost_on_a_car_in_Elko,_Nevada.jpg Additional Notes: Cropped and colour-edited by me.

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padding: 2vw; }  close Info X SCP-6721: "The Light Uncanny" The heart knows. More by this author! » COMMAND: WAKE Command prompt active. The date is 4 January 2023. It has been three hours since your last activity. » PING: A21 Treatment Area-21 is: LOCKED DOWN Communications: LOCKED DOWN SCiPnet Uplink: OFFLINE A21NET: ACTIVE » REMOTE UPLINK: A21NET Offsite access restricted. Input security credentials to override local lockout and access from Site-43. » AUTH: UO43 RHO EIGHT QI SIERRA SLEET Processing. Please wait. » RUN: SCIPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM, CHECK MESSAGES, LOAD LAST SESSION Executing. No new messages. Last session displayed below. Goofball No, I don't think so. I'll be sticking to the facilities on this continent for starters. I'd love to catch up some time, but you know how it is. Say hi to Delfina for me. I'm happy for you guys. Me Are you, though? Me Hey, I'm sorry. That wasn't fair. I really do miss you. Me Don't be mad. Me You still there? » CHECK: INBOX U_OKORIE_43 STRING "RECEIVED MY REPORT? URGENT!" NEW No new messages in this email string. Offsite access granted. Welcome to the Treatment Area-21 local database, Dr. Okorie. » QUERY: PENDING SCIPNET UPLOADS A21 One (1) SCP file is pending upload to SCiPnet from Area-21's local network: SCP-6721. Clearance Level: 3 (Confidential). Estimated upload date: N/A (SCiPnet uplink offline). » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ACS/CONPROC Fetching file fragment. Item#: SCP-6721 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: khonsu Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6721 has been detained at Treatment Area-21. Two armed guards must be stationed outside its cell at all times. Access to the subject for interview purposes is forbidden except by express written permission from the Director. Subject is extremely combatative and dangerous; escape is likely. Subject is to be monitored at all times for suicide attempts, which must be prevented. In the event of containment breach, however, use of deadly force is authorized in preference to exposing personnel to the subject..Khonsu-class anomalies require immediate research, as prompt neutralization is expected. » QUERY: SCP-6721 CONPROC REVISION COUNT This file has three stored revisions. Currently displayed revision: 3. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 CONPROC REVISION 2 Fetching file fragment. Special Containment Procedures [REVISION 2]: SCP-6721 has been stripped of its security clearance and detained for interrogation. When the Director signals that interrogation is complete, the subject is to be executed. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 CONPROC REVISION COMMENTS Access denied: Security Clearance Level 4+ required. » AUTH: DI43 ALPHA TWENTY-FOUR WO GUADALCANAL VICTOR RENEGADE Access granted. Add credentials to profile U_Okorie_43 for this session, or switch to new profile D_Ibanez_43? » ADD Credentials updated. Three (3) comments logged. I'm replacing Revision 2 immediately, there's far too much unnecessary detail. Run future revisions past me; A21NET is secure, but bad actors may be attempting to access our server from offsite and we can't very well go fully dark. — Director Kijek Sorry, ma'am. You said we had to cross and dot every 't' and 'i', and I thought that extended to detailed documentation. — Junior Researcher Wilt We're not required to declare our strategic intentions re: a dangerous intruder, Catherine. The fact of their existence is detail enough. — Director Kijek » ACCESS: SCP-6721 CONPROC REVISION 1 Fetching file fragment. Special Containment Procedures [REVISION 1]: The immediate capture of SCP-6721 is an Alpha-One priority. A communications blackout at Area-21 is in effect; if SCP-6721 approaches active communications equipment, use of lethal force for its apprehension is approved by order of the Director. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 DESCRIPTION Fetching file fragment. Description: SCP-6721 is an anomalous entity of unknown origin presently impersonating a baseline human female. Its means of achieving this impersonation are unknown. The subject is combatative, and capable of compulsive speech. » QUERY: SCP-6721 DESCRIPTION REVISION COUNT This file has one stored revision. Currently displayed revision: 1. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 Fetching file fragment. Addendum 6721-1, Discovery: SCP-6721 was discovered at Area-21 on 01/03/2023, spreading an infectious infohazard to active personnel. Earlier acts of sabotage have been retroactively attributed to the subject. An abridged transcript of the final altercation is appended below. <Log begins.> <SCP-6721 is standing with its back to an elevator door, pointing a standard issue firearm at Junior Researcher Catherine Wilt and her escort of security personnel, approximately twenty feet away.> SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Wilt: You don't mean that. SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]! <SCP-6721 looks directly into the security camera.> SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]! Wilt: You can't spread your lies to me. I'm immune, and so are these men and women. Just give up. SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Wilt: No, you're not. You've done all the damage you're going to do, here. You'll never get the chance to— <SCP-6721 fires its weapon into the floor tiles in front of Wilt.> SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]! Wilt: Fine. Take the elevator when it comes, and get out of here. Nobody's going to stop you, because we're not what you think we are. Not at all. <SCP-6721 narrows its eyes at Wilt, then steps away from the elevator door.> Wilt: What are you doing? <SCP-6721 flees down a side passage as the elevator doors open to reveal four more armed guards.> Wilt: There's nowhere to run! <SCP-6721 eludes pursuit for approximately seven minutes, before turning a corner and confronting Dr. Kendra Oliver.> SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]? Dr. Oliver: That's right. You remember me! You trust me. We've been friends for twenty years! Back at 43, remember? <SCP-6721 backs away, confused, as the pursuing agents close the distance.> Dr. Oliver: You know I wouldn't steer you wrong. Put the gun down. <SCP-6721 raises the gun, and fires. Dr. Oliver is struck in the leg, and falls to the floor as SCP-6721 resumes its flight. <Dr. Oliver swings out with her uninjured leg, and SCP-6721 trips. It strikes its chin on the floor as the agents take positions around it.> <Log ends.> » QUERY: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 SOURCE This addendum was amended by C_WILT_A21 from a raw transcript prepared by .aic machine intelligence via security camera feeds. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 TRANSCRIPT RAWS Available raw data fragments: one (1) excision, seven (7) expunged cognitohazards. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 TRANSCRIPT RAW EXCISION Fetching file fragment. <Dr. Oliver swings out with her uninjured leg, and SCP-6721 trips. It strikes its chin on the floor as the agents take positions around it.> Dr. Oliver: I can't… wait, to figure out how you do that… little trick. SCP-6721: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] <Wilt arrives at the scene, and kicks SCP-6721 in the head. It ceases communication.> Wilt: Get up, Kendra. <Wilt turns to the agents.> Wilt: Take the subject into custody, then have Chief Ulman run a SCiPnet scan. If anyone else knew this was coming, we need to know about it now. I want an information security review and probable time to failure ASAP. <Log ends.> » ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE C_WILT_A21 Fetching file. Catherine Wilt Acroamatic Abatement Group Junior Researcher Security Clearance Level: 1 Post: Area-21 (December 2022-present) Office: C-181 Email: ten.12A|tliw_c#ten.12A|tliw_c Present Assignment: Data entry Junior Researcher Wilt is pursuing a Foundation doctoral degree in Acroamatic Abatement..The neutralization of esoteric effluence. Her current duties involve digitizing the textual records of the Acroamatic Abatement Group to the A21NET server. Her work and dissertation supervisor is Dr. Kendra Oliver. » ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE K_OLIVER_A21 Fetching file. Kendra Oliver Acroamatic Abatement Group Senior Researcher Security Clearance Level: 3 Post: Area-21 (December 2022-present) Office: C-103 Email: ten.12A|revilo_k#ten.12A|revilo_k Present Assignment: Department Head Dr. Oliver is one of the Foundation's foremost experts in Acroamatic Abatement, and the author of over two dozen manuscripts and technical manuals, including: Sewer Rats: The Strange Lives and Stranger Deaths of Manual Workers in the AAG. Vienna: Acroamatic Abatement Group Press, 1997. "Transcendental Hyperfixation of Linguanon Gerund Forms in Zero-Hume Abatements." Gunk: The Journal of the Acroamatic Abatement Group, vol. 61 no. 3: 5-45. "Abated Breath: Knowing the Signs of Purgative Fluid Infection." (Internal safety pamphlet.) She was recently promoted to Head of Acroamatic Abatement at Treatment Area-21 following the retirement of Dr. Stacey Laiken in late 2022. » QUERY: TENURE K_OLIVER_A21 SITE-43 Dr. Kendra Oliver has never been stationed at Site-43. » QUERY: STATION K_OLIVER_A21 2002 Dr. Kendra Oliver was stationed at Site-62 within the SCP-004-1 pocket dimension in 2002. » QUERY: TENURE K_OLIVER_A21 SITE-62 Dr. Kendra Oliver was stationed at Site-62 between November 2000 and December 2022. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 COMMENTS Four (4) comments logged. Were vulnerable personnel exposed to the subject before containment? — Director Kijek Yes. The two we couldn't inoculate in December. — Security Chief Ulman Have they been processed? — Director Kijek Yes. — Security Chief Ulman » QUERY: 24H SECURITY LOG A21 One (1) item. CONTAINMENT BREACH: 01/03/2023 Subject: SCP-6721 Casualties: Agent Heinrich Jacobi, Dr. Benjamin Salazar » QUERY: LOCATION H_JACOBI_A21, B_SALAZAR_A21 Agent Heinrich Jacobi Deceased. Location unknown. Last known position: Area-21 Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1. Dr. Benjamin Salazar Deceased. Location unknown. Last known position: Area-21 Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 TRANSCRIPT RAW COGNITOHAZARDS Access denied: Security Clearance Level 5+ required. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 2 Fetching file fragment. Addendum 6721-2, Interrogation: The following interrogation was conducted five hours after detainment, once the subject's mental and physical assessment by Chief Medical Officer Dr. Anthony Culp was complete. SCP-6721 Intake Interview Date: 01/03/2023 Officer of Record: Dr. Julia Kijek (Director, Area-21) <Log begins.> <SCP-6721 and Director Kijek are seated at a table in the former's temporary cell.> Director Kijek: State your name, please, for the record. SCP-6721: I… don't know. Director Kijek: This will go easier for you if you cooperate. SCP-6721: I am cooperating. I don't… remember my name. I don't know who I am. Director Kijek: Do you know why you're here? SCP-6721: No. Director Kijek: Yes, you do. <Silence on recording.> Director Kijek: You're here to infiltrate us. SCP-6721: …yes. Director Kijek: Who sent you? SCP-6721: I don't— Director Kijek: You do. Concentrate. Who sent you? SCP-6721: …the giftschreiber..GoI-5054, a society of cryptomancers hostile to Foundation interests. Director Kijek: There you go. And what were you sent here to do? SCP-6721: I… <SCP-6721 shakes its head.> SCP-6721: …kill you. Kill all of you. I was sent here to kill everyone. That's what they told me. Director Kijek: Can you remember any details? Specific persons involved? The reasons for this attack? Anything you haven't already told me? SCP-6721: No. There's… there's nothing else. Director Kijek: Let the record show that the subject claims to possess no useful knowledge. SCP-6721: Wait! Director Kijek: Give me a shout if you think of anything, SCP-6721. But please do it quickly. <Log ends.> Subsequent to this interview, Director Kijek ordered Dr. Culp to conduct a detailed pharmopsychological workup for SCP-6721. Dr. Culp confirmed that the subject possessed no additional information, and evidenced no medical intervention which could explain its loss of memory. He advised Director Kijek that in his professional opinion, the subject would at no point become a valuable intelligence asset. Security Chief Renata Ulman therefore recommended that the subject be terminated at once. » QUERY: SCP-6721 STAATUS Bad command or file name. » QUERY: SCP-6721 STATUS Subject is alive and in containment. No change in status is presently anticipated. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 MEDICAL REPORTS No files found. » QUERY: SCP-6721 RELATED REPORTS No files found. » QUERY: MEDICAL REPORTS A_CULP_A21 Anthony Culp, MD has logged no reports within 24 hours of this request. » QUERY: MEDICAL REPORTS 2023 A_CULP_A21 No files found. One (1) file found with edits from the specified date range. Access? » Y CONTAINMENT BREACH AAF-1-2022-3, MEDICAL REPORT Culp, Dr. Anthony (Chief Medical Officer) 12/15/2022 Updated 01/03/2023 On December 14 2022, counterchronological material being processed in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1 approached critical levels of recondicity..Recondite material cannot be contained within Euclidean geometry. Safeguards prevented a full-scale breach scenario, but Director Kijek ordered that all staff report for medical assessment within one day of the event to determine whether any cases of harmful exposure could be found. On December 15 I personally examined every member of staff at Area-21 at my clinic, and determined that no such exposure occurred. However, routine physical workups revealed discrepancies in the biology of two individuals, who were determined to have been exposed to a rare dormant strain of SCP-6425, requiring immediate quarantine. On January 3 2023, after a lengthy interrogation of captured insurgent SCP-6721, which I oversaw in my capacity as CMO, Director Kijek determined that it was responsible both for releasing the pathogen and precipitating the containment breach. Under my advisement, the Director has therefore ordered Area-21 locked down until further notice. Case updates will be promptly made available, and I am available to discuss the matter at any time via the SCiPnet messaging system. » ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE J_KIJEK_A21 Fetching file. Julia Kijek Acroamatic Abatement Group Diplomat Security Clearance Level: 4 Post: Area-21 (April 2019-present) Office: A-101 Email: ten.12A|kejik_j#ten.12A|kejik_j Present Assignment: Director, Treatment Area-21 Director Kijek is a veteran of the SCP Foundation's diplomatic corps. As Director of the Acroamatic Abatement Group's founding facilities at Area-21 she is responsible for overseeing symposia, liaising with Groups of Interest, and organizing the annual gala event. She is presently engaged in intensive negotiations with the Global Occult Coalition to take over that organization's underfunded and overworked programs for neutralizing esoteric waste; as such, she is unavailable for consultation or other diplomatic work at this time. Personnel should contact Security Chief Ulman, Chief Medical Officer Culp, or Dr. Oliver for all matters relating to day-to-day operations at Area-21. » ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE R_ULMAN_A21 A21NET returned command unexecuted. » ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE R_ULMAN_A21 A21NET returned command unexecuted. » ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE A_CULP_A21 A21NET returned command unexecuted. This prompt has been idle for five (5) minutes. Disconnect? » N This prompt has been idle for ten (10) minutes. Disconnect? » N » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 1 TRANSCRIPT RAW COGNITOHAZARDS Access denied: Security Clearance Level 5+ required. » AUTH: DS43 SPORADIC ZETA PARAMECIUM NINETEEN CATERWAUL FRANCIUM ABRAXAS OCCIDENTALIS PHARAOH Access granted. Add credentials to profile U_Okorie_43 for this session, or switch to new profile D_Sokolsky_43? » ADD Credentials updated. Do you require memetic fortification before viewing cognitohazardous material? » N Fetching file fragment. WARNING! Cognitohazard filters disengaged. Memetic speech will be transcribed verbatim. <Cognitohazardous speech presented in red.> SCP-6721: It's you! I know it's you. Wilt: You don't mean that. SCP-6721: I know the truth! <SCP-6721 looks directly into the security camera.> SCP-6721: They've been replaced! Wilt: You can't spread your lies to me. I'm immune, and so are these men and women. Just give up. SCP-6721: They'll figure it out. I'm going to tell them all. Wilt: No, you're not. You've done all the damage you're going to do, here. You'll never get the chance to— <SCP-6721 fires its weapon into the floor tiles in front of Wilt.> SCP-6721: You'll be exposed in hours, whether I'm dead or alive! Wilt: Fine. Take the elevator when it comes, and get out of here. Nobody's going to stop you, because we're not what you think we are. Not at all. <…> SCP-6721: Udo? You're here? Dr. Oliver: That's right. You remember me! You trust me. <…> Dr. Oliver: I can't… wait, to figure out how you do that… little trick. SCP-6721: I'M AN SCP FOUNDATION RESEARCHER AND MY NAME IS R— <Wilt arrives at the scene, and kicks the subject in the head. It ceases communication.> » ACESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 3 Bad command or file name. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 ADDENDUM 3 No files found. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UNLINKED ADDENDA No files found. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UNLINKED IMAGES One (1) unlinked image found. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 UNLINKED IMAGE 1 File has been deleted from A21.NET and exists only as a thumbnail image in temporary cache. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 UNLINKED IMAGE 1 THUMBNAIL + UPSCALE Displaying file. SCP-6721, file photo. » ACCESS: SCP-6721 UNLINKED IMAGE COMMENTS Four (4) comments logged. Are you insane? Why would you upload an image? See me immediately. — Director Kijek At least they had the sense not to use her official ID photo, though I'm not sure why we had candids on the official filespace. — Security Chief Ulman Area-21 beach party, like ten years ago apparently. — Junior Researcher Wilt That just raises more questions. — Security Chief Ulman » COMMAND: COMPARE SCP-6721 UNLINKED IMAGE Specify source: same, local, SCiPnet? » LOCAL 43NET Specific filename or tag. » TAG: ROZ Working… 100% structural match with file "rsmile.jpg" at 43NET/U_OKORIE_43/Personal. » ACCESS 43NET/U_OKORIE_43/Personal/rsmile.jpg Fetching file. Long again! What do you think? — R » COMMAND: ALPHA ONE ALERT, APPEND FULL SESSION Specify recipients. » O5, ETTRA, GERMANOPHONE, MTFNU7, S43 You have specified: O5 Council (will redirect to Overwatch Command) Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority SCP Foundation Germanophone Branch High Command Mobile Task Force Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") Site-43 Actual (Director Allan J. McInnis) Is this correct? » Y Specify alert text. » AREA-21 COMMAND COMPROMISED (DIRECTOR, SECURITY CHIEF, CMO, OTHERS), VITAL PERSONNEL (PROFILE ATTACHED BELOW) IN DANGER Append additional files? » Y Specify first additional file or type END » ACCESS: ABRIDGED PERSONNEL FILE R_ASTRAUSKAS_91 Fetching file. Rozálie Astrauskas Department of Thaumaturgical Research Senior Researcher Security Clearance Level: 3 Post: Site-91 (June 2014-present) Office: M2-12 Email: ten.19|saksuartsa_r#ten.19|saksuartsa_r Present Assignment: Research sabbatical Dr. Astrauskas is a Level II registered thaumaturge with a speciality in auramancy. She is able, via intense concentration and thaumaturgical stimulus, to observe energy vortices surrounding living subjects. These vortices correspond to vital elements of their personhood and disposition; after two decades of research, Dr. Astrauskas is able to judge the implications of each aura with precision accuracy. The auras Dr. Astrauskas has identified are as follows: Mood: a colour gradation between red and violet flowing from the crown of the head to the upper legs, mapping reliably to sixteen distinct emotional states; Health: a series of discrete emissions from each organ or system, ranging from deep grey to bright white, indicating their relative strength and the presence or absence of sickness or disease; Intent: a glow in the eye sockets corresponding to the honesty of a subject's statements or their disposition towards the target of their attention; Identity: a specific and highly detailed fluctuation in a colour which does not map to the known light spectrum, vibrating in unique patterns which allow for the positive or negative identification of individuals the auramancer has already encountered despite disguises, memetic intervention, or behavioural cues. The extent to which Dr. Astrauskas is capable of perceiving each aura is defined by the state of her other senses. The mood aura produces distinct tastes; the health aura has an olfactory component; the intent aura is audible; the identity aura is tactile, and can be confirmed beyond any shadow of doubt through direct physical contact. When these senses are dulled or disabled, their respective auras are dimmed or made invisible. Dr. Astrauskas was trained in thaumaturgy at Site-43, and held tenure at Area-21 for many years. In 2003, her auramancy was instrumental in the thwarting of an attempted containment breach by hostile operatives. She has been involved in multiple research and containment projects since — often in overseas collaboration with her longtime friend and colleague Dr. Udo Okorie, Chief of Applied Occultism at Site-43. Current Research: Dr. Astrauskas is advancing a long-term Level 5 Classified collaborative project with Dr. Lillian Lillihammer; she is presently offsite on a related research sabbatical. Append this file? » Y END Alerts sent, and full session transcript appended. This prompt has been idle for five (5) minutes. Disconnect? » N/AUTO Automatic session extension engaged. This prompt has been idle for ten (10) minutes. This prompt has been idle for fifteen (15) minutes. This prompt has been idle for twenty (20) minutes. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES No further updates detected. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES No further updates detected. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES No further updates detected. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES Maximum number of requests reached. Please wait five minutes before issuing another request. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES Maximum number of requests reached. Please wait five minutes before issuing another request. This prompt has been idle for five (5) minutes. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES No further updates detected. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES No further updates detected. » CALL: NU-7 ACTUAL Connecting… » COMMAND: SLEEP This prompt will hibernate until reactivation. ♦ ♦ ♦ » COMMAND: WAKE Command prompt active. The date is 4 January 2023. It has been four hours since your last activity. » AUTH: DS43 SPORADIC ZETA PARAMECIUM NINETEEN CATERWAUL FRANCIUM ABRAXAS OCCIDENTALIS GERONIMO Access granted. Add credentials to profile U_Okorie_43 for this session, or switch to new profile D_Sokolsky_43? » ADD Credentials updated. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES A SCiPnet file for SCP-6721 has been created. View? » Y Item#: SCP-6721 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6721 instance impersonating Junior Researcher Catherine Wilt. Special Containment Procedures: A schedule of all Foundation facilities organized by projected vulnerability to SCP-6721 incursion will be prepared by the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority. Auramantic readings of all employees at each facility in descending order of urgency will be carried out as soon as is feasible. Description: SCP-6721 is a group of entities of unknown number who are capable of assuming the identities of extant human individuals, to the point where neither medical science nor most forms of anomalous identity confirmation can detect the irregularity. The effect is at least partially memetic; while a complete bodily transformation is possible, SCP-6721 instances have demonstrated the capacity to convince other individuals in their immediate proximity that they possess identities which diverge substantially from their physical appearance. Addendum 6721-1, Discovery: SCP-6721 was discovered at Area-21 on 01/03/2023 by Foundation thaumaturge Dr. Rozálie Astrauskas. Dr. Astrauskas was on a research sabbatical to various European facilities, seeking consultations for a classified project related to her auramantic capabilities. On entering Area-21, she quickly discovered that the following individuals in the facility's command structure were in fact impersonators: Director Julia Kijek; Chief of Security Renata Ulman; Chief Medical Officer Dr. Anthony Culp; Senior Researcher Dr. Kendra Oliver; Junior Researcher Catherine Wilt. She was able to relay this discovery to two colleagues, Dr. Benjamin Salazar and Agent Heinrich Jacobi, before the SCP-6721 instances orchestrated her capture via Area personnel unaware of their true identities. Dr. Salazar and Agent Jacobi were subsequently neutralized via unknown means. As a containment breach alarm was set during Dr. Astrauskas' flight from security personnel, in order to maintain the illusion of Area-21's compliance with Foundation protocol and deflect outside scrutiny, a tentative SCP file was created describing Dr. Astrauskas as an enemy mole for GoI-5054 (the giftschreiber) and curating the details of her capture to support this contention. Dr. Astrauskas was subjected to memetic reconditioning by Dr. Culp in order to generate a false 'confession' that she had entered Area-21 as a saboteur, which was then appended to her SCP file as an interrogation transcript. Stalling for time to ensure that Dr. Astrauskas had not communicated her suspicions offsite, Area-21 was immediately locked down on the pretence of "ensuring information security and the containment of a potentially lethal pathogen." Dr. Udo Okorie of Site-43 had already filed a missing persons report on Dr. Astrauskas when she failed to respond to SCiPnet messages after leaving Site-91; as the elapsed time was low and Dr. Astrauskas was on a research sabbatical, this report was not given a high priority. Engaging multiple other staff members to bolster her security clearance level, Dr. Okorie correctly guessed at her friend's destination and remotely accessed A21NET on 01/04/2023. After examining multiple files relating to the unpublished SCP-6721 database entry and identifying multiple discrepancies in the narrative as presented, she alerted the Germanophone Branch and MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") that Area-21 was compromised. While Nu-7 was immediately mobilized, MTF DE-𝔏 ("Die Inquisition") was able to reach the Area within eleven minutes, and after covert infiltration engaged the interlopers. The SCP-6721 instances impersonating Director Kijek and Junior Researcher Wilt evaded capture and escaped the Area, though wounded. The instance impersonating Chief Ulman committed suicide via cyanide capsule. After barricading themselves in the medical clinic, the instances impersonating Dr. Culp and Dr. Oliver used the medical waste disposal tunnel to enter the Large Solids Liquefaction Chamber in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1. They then liquefied themselves. Dr. Astrauskas was released from containment. Memetic deprogramming was successful in restoring her cognition unimpaired, and she was remanded to the medical wing for treatment and interrogation. A transcript is appended below. Debriefing: Dr. Rozálie Astrauskas, Site-91 Date: 01/04/2023 Officer of Record: Acting Director Dr. Njeri Kamau, Area-21 <Log begins.> <Dr. Astrauskas is lying in a hospital bed. Acting Director Kamau is sitting next to her on a plastic chair.> Acting Director Kamau: I realize you must be very tired, so we will be brief. How did you figure it out? Dr. Astrauskas: I'm an auramancer. I can read, among other things, identity auras. I worked at Area-21 for years; I know most of the people here. <Dr. Astrauskas suddenly begins to weep.> Acting Director Kamau: You've been through a lot. I understand. Dr. Astrauskas: No, it's not… never… never mind. Ah… I know most of the people here. I… I could tell that… I saw what I expected to see. But I met your boss, Kijek, at an AAG conference a few years back, and Oliver too of course — everyone in AcroAbate knows Oliver. I could tell as soon as I saw them that something was wrong. Acting Director Kamau: With your auramancy? Dr. Astrauskas: Yes, though I couldn't… tell you specifically why, I'm afraid. Acting Director Kamau: I see. So, once you had your suspicions, you contacted a few of your friends? Dr. Astrauskas: Yes. What happened to them? Heinrich and Ben? Acting Director Kamau: They're marked as deceased in the personnel roster. We don't know how. Presumably the insurgents killed them. <Dr. Astrauskas sighs.> Dr. Astrauskas: And they would have killed me, too, once they knew I hadn't told anyone else, if not for… hmm. Acting Director Kamau: Yes? Dr. Astrauskas: They must have slipped up, right? Who figured that out? Acting Director Kamau: A friend of yours. Dr. Astrauskas: Udo Okorie. Acting Director Kamau: How did you know? <Dr. Astrauskas smiles.> Dr. Astrauskas: Can I talk to her? Acting Director Kamau: Of course. She's still at 43, because she kept digging while Hammer Down and Die Inquisition were en route, but your SCiPnet messaging permissions have been reinstated. Dr. Astrauskas: Hammer Down was coming? Acting Director Kamau: That's right. They still are, in fact; they'll need to refuel here for the flight home. Dr. Okorie didn't know how badly compromised the Area was, and with the lockdown she assumed the worst. Dr. Astrauskas: I see. Acting Director Kamau: Is there anything else you need to tell me? Did you detect any other insurgents? Dr. Astrauskas: No. No, I think you got them all. Except the ones that got away, I hear. Acting Director Kamau: We'll catch them. I suspect your auramancy will be in high demand in the next few months. That research project you were working on is going to be badly delayed, I'm afraid. Dr. Astrauskas: Mmm. Acting Director Kamau: What was it, if I may ask? Dr. Astrauskas: It's classified, sorry. Call ETTRA and ask, if you're feeling lucky. Acting Director Kamau: I'll pass. Alright, you're going to be held here for observation for twenty-four hours, then released. Quarantine procedure says nobody in or out of this room during that period, but your tablet is on the table there if you want to contact your friend. Dr. Astrauskas: I very much do. <Log ends.> » RUN: SCIPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM, CHECK MESSAGES Executing. One (1) new message. Goofball OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU Me This is known Holy shit Roz are you okay Goofball What did you even DO?! How did you figure it out?! Me I could ask you the same thing! Goofball Well don't lol these messages aren't secure enough for classified stuff Goofball Seriously though you saved my ass Goofball Tell your girlfriend to kiss you for me Me You know damn well nobody tells her anything. Goofball You know what this reminds me of? Aruba. Me How so? Goofball 2005, remember? On the beach? Let me grab a pic. Goofball Oh, great. They deleted all my files. Uh Me Thumbnails are still cached. Goofball Not even gonna ask why you know that. Okay, gimme a second. THE LADIES AT ARUBA1 Goofball Oops. *! Me Typo in caption. Friendship terminated. » QUERY: COVERT EMERGENCY CODE A1 Covert Emergency Code A1: "Entire facility compromised." Me Anyway yeah, I remember now. You should have told me you didn't know how to swim. » COMMAND: ALPHA ONE ALERT, APPEND PREVIOUS QUERY AND ACTIVE SMS SESSION U_OKORIE_43, R_ASTRAUSKAS_91 Specify recipients. » ETTRA, MTFNU7 You have specified: Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority Mobile Task Force Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") Is this correct? » Y Specify alert text. Goofball I was trying to impress a pretty girl. » AREA-21 STILL COMPROMISED, INSURGENTS STILL PRESENT, PROCEED WITH OPERATION Append additional files? » N Alerts sent, and SMS transcript appended. Me Yeah it was really impressive how you nearly drowned. Me Flopping around in the water, making seagull noises. Me Super attractive. » QUERY: LOCATION R_ASTRAUSKAS_91 Active. Treatment Area-21 medical centre, room 13. Goofball Well hey, that's two I owe you. » COMMAND: LOCKDOWN A21 MEDICAL CENTRE ROOM 13 Supply override clearance level (available credentials: 1-5) » 5 Done. Me As long as you always remember to squawk when you need saving, that count will keep going up. Me Get some sleep, Roz. I'll come visit when I can. Goofball Nah, you won't. ALERT: PRIORITY MESSAGE RECEIVED En route. Provide details if possible? — Nu-7 Actual » QUERY: WEIGHT AT LAST PHYSICAL A_CULP_A21, K_OLIVER_A21 Dr. Anthony Culp and Dr. Kendra Oliver weighed 135kg in total as of most recent physical examinations. » QUERY: UNSCHEDULED ABATEMENT A21 01/04/2023 Treatment Area-21 processed and neutralized 134kg of unscheduled esoteric material on this date. » RECALL QUERY RESULTS: 24H SECURITY LOG A21 Previous results retrieved. CONTAINMENT BREACH: 01/03/2023 Subject: SCP-6721 Casualties: Agent Heinrich Jacobi, Dr. Benjamin Salazar » QUERY: WEIGHT AT LAST PHYSICAL A_JACOBI_A21, B_SALAZAR_A21 Agent Heinrich Jacobi and Dr. Benjamin Salazar weighed 159kg in total as of most recent physical examinations. » QUERY: UNSCHEDULED ABATEMENT A21 01/03/2023 Treatment Area-21 processed and neutralized 157kg of unscheduled esoteric material on this date. » RECALL QUERY RESULTS: MEDICAL REPORTS 2023 A_CULP_A21 HIGHLIGHT STATEMENT "I PERSONALLY" Previous results retrieved. One (1) matching statement highlighted. CONTAINMENT BREACH AAF-1-2022-3, MEDICAL REPORT Culp, Dr. Anthony (Chief Medical Officer) 12/15/2022 Updated 01/03/2023 On December 14 2022, counterchronological material being processed in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-1 approached critical levels of recondicity..Recondite material cannot be contained within Euclidean geometry. Safeguards prevented a full-scale breach scenario, but Director Kijek ordered that all staff report for medical assessment within one day of the event to determine whether any cases of harmful exposure could be found. On December 15 I personally examined every member of staff at Area-21 at my clinic, and determined that no such exposure occurred. However, routine physical workups revealed discrepancies in the biology of two individuals, who were determined to have been exposed to a rare dormant strain of SCP-6425, requiring immediate quarantine. On January 3 2023, after a lengthy interrogation of captured insurgent SCP-6721, which I oversaw in my capacity as CMO, Director Kijek determined that it was responsible both for releasing the pathogen and precipitating the containment breach. Under my advisement, the Director has therefore ordered Area-21 locked down until further notice. Case updates will be promptly made available, and I am available to discuss the matter at any time via the SCiPnet messaging system. » QUERY: WEIGHT AT LAST PHYSICAL A21_ALL MINUS A_JACOBI_A21, B_SALAZAR_A21, J_KIJEK_A21, A_CULP_A21, C_WILT_A21, R_ULMAN_A21 The full personnel complement of Area-21, one hundred and seventeen (117) individuals, minus Agent Heinrich Jacobi, Dr. Benjamin Salazar, Director Julia Kijek, Dr. Anthony Culp, and Junior Researcher Catherine Wilt weighed 8397kg as of most recent physical examinations. » QUERY: UNSCHEDULED ABATEMENT A21 12/15/2022 Treatment Area-21 processed and neutralized 8408kg of unscheduled esoteric material on this date. » ALERT_TERSE: NU-7 ACTUAL "THEY'RE ALL DEAD. THEY WERE ALL REPLACED." Message sent. » ALERT_TERSE: NU-7 ACTUAL "ALL BUT ROZALIE ASTRAUSKAS COMPROMISED. CONFIRM RECEIPT." Message sent. Receipt received: MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"). Incoming call: MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"). » ACCEPT Connecting… » COMMAND: SLEEP This prompt will hibernate until reactivation. ♦ ♦ ♦ » COMMAND: WAKE Command prompt active. The date is 4 January 2023. It has been one hour since your last activity. » RUN: SCIPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM, CHECK MESSAGES Executing. One (1) new message. Goofball SMS is up again. Hello world. Me Are you okay?! Goofball Thanks to you. Fake guards were banging bloody murder on my door. Literally, I think. Me Hammer Down and Die Inquisition say the Area is secure now. Goofball Yeah. Yeah, it sure sounded like they were securing it. Me I'm so sorry, Roz. Goofball Don't you ever be sorry. Goofball Took a tranq. Gonna sleep. Talk tomorrow. Goofball Check the SCP file before you text. Gonna be a big update. Me I'm glad you're okay. Goofball I'm glad you're amazing <3 Incoming call: Dr. Allan J. McInnis (Director, Site-43). » ACCEPT Connecting… » COMMAND: SLEEP This prompt will hibernate until reactivation. ♦ ♦ ♦ » COMMAND: WAKE Command prompt active. The date is 5 January 2023. It has been seven hours since your last activity. » QUERY: SCP-6721 UPDATES A new SCiPnet file for SCP-6721 has been created. View? » Y Your permissions set has changed since the previous session. Input new credentials. » AUTH: UO43 RHO EIGHT QI SIERRA PALANTIR HOROSCOPE Provisional security clearance 6721-5 accepted. Access granted. Fetching file. Item#: SCP-6721 Level5 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6721. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6721 is an SCP Foundation senior researcher with Security Clearance Level 4 credentials. No restrictions on her person are required. Directives issued by SCP-6721 are backed by the authority of the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority. Description: SCP-6721 is Dr. Rozálie Astrauskas, a Level II registered thaumaturge with a speciality in auramancy. Through experimentation with synaesthesia in collaboration with memeticist Dr. Lillian Lillihammer, Dr. Astrauskas has discovered an ability unknown to the present state of anomalous science. By 'crossing the wires' of her senses of smell and touch, and the related auras of 'Health' and 'Identity', she is able to visualize a fifth aura tentatively identified as "Origin." Brief experimentation with extradimensional biological entities transferred from Site-DE6 suggests that this aura pertains to a subject's relationship to baseline reality; individuals from alternate timelines or alternate universes 'read' differently in subtle but recognizable patterns. Addendum 6721-1, Discovery: On 01/03/2023, Dr. Astrauskas demonstrated this new talent by identifying the entire working population of Treatment Area-21 as being of extradimensional origin. Attempts to silence and terminate her after this discovery were thwarted by a combination of her own efforts and those of Dr. Udo Okorie of Site-43, via remote terminal. On 01/04/2023, MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") reclaimed Area-21 by terminating one hundred and twelve interlopers acting in the guise of SCP Foundation employees. The facility's original staff is presumed deceased, their remains subjected to acroamatic abatement processes by their replacements and liquefied in December of 2022. Analysis of the insurgent cadavers is ongoing. Tentative identification suggests that they represent a formerly unattested sect of GoI-5054 (the giftschreiber), cryptomantic cultists engaged in surreptitious warfare with the SCP Foundation. Their ability to defeat auramantic detection (as it was understood before Dr. Astrauskas developed her new capabilities) may originate from outside of baseline reality, as they do. Two additional members of staff were terminated by the interlopers after contact with Dr. Astrauskas; review of their personal effects suggests they may have been covertly associated with GoI-6382 (the schriftsteller,) rivals of GoI-5054. Their presumed cryptomantic capabilities would explain why they were not neutralized and replaced until the insurgents were forced to move quickly to avoid exposure. In recognition of their long service, the extraordinary performances outlined above, and their utility for persecuting the aforementioned conflict with GoI-5054 in the future, both Drs. Astrauskas and Okorie were promoted to Security Clearance Level 4 on 01/05/2023. Dr. Astrauskas has been granted one mandatory week's leave to recuperate before her new duties begin: conducting a schedule of random, unannounced examinations of all Foundation facilities to uncover any further insurgencies, adjunct to Operation FIREBREAK. » RUN: SCIPNET MESSAGING SYSTEM, CHECK MESSAGES Executing. One (1) new message. Goofball Hello Security Clearance Level 4 Dr. Udo Okorie Me Hello Security Clearance Level 4 Dr. Rozalie Astrauskas! Goofball You missed the accent on my first name. Me Maybe it's a secret distress signal. Goofball Aw, are you in distress? Got the "saved the world again" blues have we? Me Hey, you saved the world too. You in distress? Goofball Kind of? Got a week's leave before reassignment and there's a high probability that I'm spending it in this god damn tomb. Goofball Some of these people were my friends. Me I know. I don't want to minimize that. But you're not out of friends yet, Roz. Goofball Oh yeah, my Canadian girl friends. That's a big help. Me How long did it take you to decide whether to put that space in "girl friends"? Me Yeah, I wouldn't answer either. Me Anyway, who says we're in Canada? Goofball What? Me Be at the exit in an hour, if you please. Goofball Udo Okorie. Goofball You're not IN AUSTRIA. Goofball Are you? Me I mean, not for long. Me Del and I got the week off too. Know what else we got? Me Three tickets to Aruba, and you're our third. Me Stop crying and text me back you big suck. Goofball Fine, but I get to be second. I did a thing. Goofball Adding "also some of those meme maniacs are apparently from another universe" to your dossier has got to be redeemable for an upgrade. Me You can negotiate on the plane with Del. She's been itching for a fight for weeks. Me Oh, Roz? Goofball Yeah? Me When Oliver was pretending to be me. I've watched the footage now; you don't squint at her. Goofball Right, I didn't. Me You always squint when you're reading auras. Goofball Yup. Me You knew it wasn't me? Without reading the aura? Goofball Of course I did, doofus. Goofball Magic or no magic, you always know your friends. « Testing the Margins | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-6858 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6721" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6722

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padding: 2vw; } SCP-6722 LEVEL3 CONFIDENTIAL CONTAINMENT CLASS: neutralized SECONDARY CLASS: none DISRUPTION CLASS: none RISK CLASS none link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level3 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo former containment class: safe former secondary class: memet {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} former disruption class: dark former risk class: notice {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} Nintendo Development Center in Kyoto (2010). Assigned Facility Facility Director Research Head Assigned Department JPTKYG-Site-79 Dr. Ryūnosuke Yamauchi Rsr. Toshiko Yuzuki Department of Gaming Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6722 is considered neutralized. In the unlikely event of a reappearence, the archived containment procedures are to be reinstated: Archived Containment Procedures (02-FEB-1987): Discovery of SCP-6722's anomalous nature by the civilian populous is highly unlikely due to its brevity in appearances. As such, the anomaly has been considered self-containing..Memet-Class anomalies ensure their own containment. Individuals who detect SCP-6722's anomalous qualities are to be discredited. Note that other previous procedures may be used instead, in case public interest on SCP-6722 increases. Contact Director Yamauchi for more information. Description: SCP-6722 designated multiple digital entities previously present in various video games of the Super Mario franchise published by Japanese multinational video game company Nintendo Co., Ltd. In each game, they took the form of the "Koopa Troopa" enemy character..The addition of SCP-6722 instances in games that were in development was obversed, however all associated programmers responsible for them appear to lose all memories regarding their inclusion. It is theorized that the anomaly may be mind-affecting. Every SCP-6722 instance is positioned above a bottomless pit of the level it is contained in, which it will always fall into as soon as the entity is visible on gameplay. Junpei Kubo Research suggested that SCP-6722 instances were not only sapient, but contained replicated individual parts of the consciousness of former Nintendo employee Junpei Kubo..This does not include entities inside video games ran by an emulator. Thaumaturgic and spectremetric analysis has confirmed that the code of all SCP-6722 instances were affixed with Elan-Vital Energy (EVE).Elan-Vital Energy is a type of thaumaturgic radiation present in all living organisms and sentient anomalous objects. patterns that held segments of Junpei's consciousness. Telepathic monitoring of SCP-6722 instances revealed that each of these segments were aware of their predicament, although their intelligence is variable as it depended on the amount of EVE present on an instance, with the most intelligent one originally contained in the Super Mario Bros. 3. video game. Instances experienced constant distress when descending into the bottomless pits. While instances in different installations of the franchise were independent from each other, instances in different copies of one installation seemed to replicate the actions of one another, and it was highly hypothesized that all of these specific instances were actually one single entity that was somehow able to occupy multiple locations at once..Notably, while external interactions with one instance were able to affect its "replicas", alterations to the game itself do not intefere with the anomaly at all. Tests involving the complete incineration of a game failed to neutralize related instances in other copies, while subsquently demanifesting the original instance contained in the destroyed copy. Further details regarding the nature of this phenomena were never discovered. After the completion of Operation PIXEL PERFECT in 27-APR-2011, SCP-6722 was classified as neutralized. (see Addendum 4). Discovery: On 12-JAN-1987, programmer Junpei Kubo was reported as missing after he was not seen inside the Nintendo Development Center for four days. While an investigation by local law enforcement did not find any signs of his presence, embedded Foundation agents detected significant amounts of thaumaturgical residue near a game testing televison set, suggesting the performance of an occult ritual. The first SCP-6722 instance was discovered shortly after an exanimation of the prototype Super Mario Bros. 3 copy within the set. While the individual responsible for SCP-6722's manifestation was not located, analysis of the profiles of present and past Nintendo employees revealed a possible suspect known as Minorou Yōta (designated POI-942), a former member of Arcadia's.Group Of Interest 078; an American video game company known to utilize demonics (paratechnology implemented with Tartarean/demonic entities) and other occult phenomena in the development of their products. ephemeral Japanese branch and at large demonics expert. After escaping the Special Affairs Division's raid on Arcadia's Japanese offices in 1983, POI-942 would work as a Nintendo employee for three (3) years before quitting, disappearing completely from Foundation surveillance. Despite his anomalous capabilities, there was no evidence of any thaumaturgical activity inside the building, excluding SCP-6722. No other anomalies were found in the development of future video games containing SCP-6722 instances except of mild cases of retrogade amnesia on certain programmers. Addendum 1 – Public Awareness: As the anomalous properties and effects of SCP-6722 instances are not visible without either paratechnological devices or telepathy, no effort to remove the entities was deemed necessary. As a result, minor public awareness of SCP-6722 was eventually achieved, although interest was low. It was not until 17-APR-2011, when user Jeremy Elbertson made a post in the Speed Demos Archive Forums.Speed Demos Archive is a popular website used to store footage of video game speedruns (see Footnote 8). regarding SCP-6722, that attention to the anomaly quickly rose: Guys, I think I found a way to break the record of almost every mario speedrun,.Speedrunning is defined as the act of playing a game as quickly as possible, often with the use of technical exploits and glitches to ensure a faster completion. the solution is those "doomed koopas". If you don't know, there are these koopas in a bunch of mario games that are placed above pits. Probably something the developers put to test enemy physics and such. While I was screwing around trying to find glitches in the SMB3 emulator, I found one of these enemies while in debug mode. I decided to try and hit one them for fun, and if you can believe it, the game glitched out and teleported me right through the credits. I have no idea why this happens, I keep checking the code but I can't for the life of me figure out the causes of this glitch. But that's not the craziest thing: the insane part is that I tried the same thing on every other known koopa like this and THE SAME THING HAPPENS. They just teleport you to the near end of the game. Nintendo literally has been giving us a hidden shortcut thorughout the games by complete accident lmao. While I have yet to know the causes of this glitch, I know that we've just hit a gold mine. I don't how you guys are going to hit that koopa while in live gameplay, but I bet we can figure it out in like a week or two. […] Testing by both Foundation personnel and civilian Speedrunning practioners confirmed the existence of this glitch. The cause of it has not been discovered and it is unknown if its occurence is an additional property of SCP-6722 or a non-anomalous technical error. Subsequently, exactly three-hundred-and-twenty-four (324) individuals stated online that they were now interested in attempting to hit SCP-6722 in various games, in an opportunity to gain a higher Speedrunning record. This event caused a state of alarm at certain Foundation sectors, specifically the Department of Gaming, and its department head ordered an emergency meeting to construct a solution to the situation. MEETING TRANSCRIPT Date: 18-APR-2011 13:30 (JST) Location: JPTKYG-Site-79, Administrative Meeting Room B Attendees: Researcher Toshiko Yuzuki - SCP-6722 Head Researcher; Director Shouhei Katsurou - Head of Dept. of Gaming; Specialist Langdon Fletcher - Containment Committee member; Doctor Quinlan Jaye - Site-01 Liason. Subject: Potential containment breach of SCP-6722. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Dir. Shouhei Katsurou: Thank you all for coming here in such short notice, we cannot afford to waste any more time as of the moment. Dr. Quinlan Jaye: That’s a strange phrase coming from the 'Gaming Department'. Rsr. Toshiko Yuzuki: Trust me, we would not expect a potential Lifted-Veil Scenario from ourselves either. Spc. Langdon Fletcher: What did he just say? A BK-Scenario? Dir. Katsurou: [Exhale] If Yuzuki may elaborate on the situation… Rsr. Yuzuki: Gladly, director. So first of all— [OMITTED: Dr. Yuzuki summarizes the nature of SCP-6722 and explains the increase of public interest on the anomaly.] Rsr. Yuzuki: —civilian interaction with the anomaly. Spc. Fletcher: [Whispering:] You have to be kidding me. Dr. Jaye: Huh… okay, while that does seem concerning, I still don’t recognize the huge deal about this. Why would we want to prevent six-seven-two-two from being… "hit"? It doesn’t really do anything hostile. Dir. Katsurou: On the contrary, it doesn’t do anything hostile when imprisioned. You see, the spirit is not "haunting" that character, the character is containing the spirit. That koopa troopa is the only thing keeping the spectral entity from affecting the entire game. It’s classified as Memet for a reason. Spc. Fletcher: I still can’t believe the committee just let you rely on a fictional turtle for containment. Why couldn’t you all just stop the game from being produced? Rsr. Yuzuki: Mr. Fletcher, please. It was a minor harmless anomaly at the time, no one would even notice. Spc. Fletcher: Yeah, at the time! And now this "minor anomaly’ is going anomalously affect thousands of games because of your laziness! Dr. Jaye: Woah woah, hey! Can we please stay professional here, especially around an Overwatch representative? Besides, the point you’re making is exaggerated, Fletcher. A spectral entity can possess only a single item, not a multitude of them. That’s basic spectremetrics. [4.2 seconds of silence on record.] Dr. Jaye: What? Why’re you staring at me like that? Rsr. Yuzuki: Um… Miss Jaye, you remember that there are duplicates of the spectral entities on every copy of the game, right? Dr. Jaye: Yes? Rsr. Yuzuki: W-well, new research has found that… each copy of a six-seven-two-two instance mimics one another, all writing the same phrases at the same time. Dir. Katsurou: So, assuming that this behavior is not restricted to modifying code, if one instance from one copy of a game gets released— Spc. Fletcher: Then all of them get released. [2.2 seconds of silence on record.] Dr. Jaye: …do you have any proposals to solve this? Dir. Katsurou: We do actually. Initially we thought we could just amnesticize everyone that knows about it, but they’ll most likely find it again sooner or later, and our amnestic supply shortage is already bad enough. So we’ve decided to focus on the anomaly itself instead. Spc. Fletcher: …Okay. Rsr. Yuzuki: We think that, with the appropriate technology, we can transfer the spectral entity from that koopa troopa to another digital object entirely, one that players could never reach. Dir. Katsurou: If I recall, Site-120 posseses an ontokinectic device that was designed for this exact purpose, it was called the spectral… uh… Dr. Jaye: The Spectral-Transfer Engine, yes, I'm familar. Dir. Katsurou: We would really appreciate it if you could transport the machine to us as soon as possible. Dr. Jaye: Oh, I believe you will need to make a request to O4 Command.The O4 Council: a quorum of ~100 Site Directors, Department Heads, and other A-Class personnel responsible for handling important situations that do not require the attention of Overseer Council. for that. That may take a while. Dir. Katsurou: Seriously? Are you really sure we can't just skip that process, Miss Jaye? Time is of the essence here. Dr. Jaye: My apologies director, but that's the rules. Dir. Katsurou: [Brief silence] Fine, I understand. Rsr. Yuzuki: In the meantime, I am going to search for some agents good enough to reach the anomaly on time. If we don’t get any faster than those speedrunners, then it’s over. Spc. Fletcher: No no no— wait a minute, let me make sure I heard this right. Instead of just taking all of the games away into containment and amnesticize everyone, like we’ve always done, you’re going to make personnel compete with the other speedrunners?! Rsr. Yuzuki: I think you simplified it a bit too much, but I guess… you’re not that wrong? Dr. Jaye: It’s either this or the expensive option, Fletcher. I personally think it’s acceptable, I’ll send the proposal to O4 Command. [OMITTED: The meeting proceeds uneventfully with the discussion of specific details of the operation.] [END TRANSCRIPT] Afterword: Director Katsurou’s proposal was accepted by the O4 Council three (3) days later. The Spectral-Transfer Engine (STE) was moved to Site-79. Core of the Spectral-Transfer Engine. Note the mirrored image and monochrome coloration resulting from produced reality-alterating effects. Addendum 2 – Operation PIXEL PERFECT: To prevent the possible future containment breach of SCP-6722, the Department of Gaming conceived a plan to relocate all related spectral entities into unreachable in-game objects, this plan being codenamed Operation PIXEL PERFECT. Foundation researchers will play video games containing SCP-6722, with their television/handheld console connected to the Spectral-Transfer Engine. Players will attempt to hit and temporarily release the SCP-6722 instances out from the characters while the STE relocates said instances to targeted assets inside the game. Results of the operation are filed below. SCP-6722-07 In-game location: Super Mario World (1990, SNES), Level 1-Castle (#1 Iggy's Castle) Relocation Target: "Thwomp" enemy character,. An enemy that levitates above the surface of a level. When the player approaches near the character's vicinity, it will fall down to the ground with the goal of crushing the player. selected for its invicibility. Result: Success. Notes: Initial experimentation of the Spectral-Transfer Engine confirmed its effectiveness; The SCP-6722 instance is contained in the target object as expected. It has been noted that the instance is still capable of experiencing psychological pain, which is now caused when the instance collides with the level's ground. SCP-6722-16 In-game location: New Super Mario Bros. (2006, DS), World 2-2 Relocation Target: A fragment of corrupted sprites located far at the bottom of the level. Result: Success. Notes: Foundation telepaths are unable to psionically connect with the instance’s consciousness, claiming that "[its] mind is too fogged with anger". By order of Dir. Katsurou, future tests will attempt to prevent relocating instances to assets that could be psychologically distressing. SCP-6722-32 In-game location: Super Mario Galaxy 2 (2010, Wii), World 1-6 (Rightside Down Galaxy) Relocation Target: Stationary model of a wooden block, located in the background. Result: Success. Notes: Low psychological pain still induced to the entity. It is theorized that the mere act of relocating an instance causes a minor amount of mental ache. SCP-6722-17 In-game location: New Super Mario Bros. Wii (2009, Wii), World 2-2 Relocation Target: N/A. Result: Failure — A 25 year old man in Atlantic City, New Jersey, United States made contact with the instance before relocation could be made, presumably to achieve a World Record of the game. Notes: After SCP-6722-17’s containment breach, an increase of aggression in persons who play the game with 4 co-players simultaneously was observed, even escalating to physical violence. Cases of insomnia and audiovisual hallucinations have also been noted. Department of Disinformation personnel are tasked with discrediting any connections towards these effects from the video game. By order of the Containment Commitee, Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings").Task Force specializing in concealing anomalies from the public in emergency situations. will actively search for and amnesticize individuals aware of SCP-6722 that intent to interact with it, based on online claims, for the duration of Operation PIXEL PERFECT. SCP-6722-09 In-game location: Super Mario World: Super Mario Advance 2 (2001, GBA), Level 1-Castle Relocation Target: A Foundation-made 1TB Containment Hard Drive..While relocation to external physical objects was initially deemed too unsafe, the proposal for this target was eventually considered acceptable due to the severity of the situation. Result: Failure — SCP-6722-09 escaped while being transferred to the hard drive and subsequently haunted the entirety of Basic Testing Chamber-2C5, where the experiment took place. Notes: Personnel present in the room will experience severe derealization and mental fog. Attempts at exorcism have thus far failed due to these conditions. BTC-2C5 has since been sealed. Similar tests are not to be repeated. SCP-6722-34 In-game location: New Super Mario Bros U (2012, WiiU), World 2-2 Relocation Target: N/A Result: Failure — A 21 year old woman in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada made contact with the instance before relocation could be made, presumably to achieve a World Record of the game. MTF-Γ-5 confirmed this individual was already amnesticized. Notes: An interview with the subject revealed she experienced a "compulsion" to locate SCP-6722-14, claiming that "I keep sensing this feeling, or more like a voice in my head, that constantly begged me to do something, something I couldn't remember. Sometimes it was like a small mental "itch", other times it felt like someone was crying outloud in my ear, except in my imagination? I can't explain it. After a few days, I finally remembered." By order of the Classification Committee, SCP-6722 has been reclassified to Risk Class-Caution and Disruption-Class Amida. SCP-6722-14 In-game location: Super Mario 64 (1996, N64), Bob-omb Battlefield Relocation Target: A sprite of a tree. Result: Failure — While a Foundation researcher successfully made contact with SCP-6722-14, the entity resisted the pull of the STE until it breached its influence and caused a major malfunction of the device. Notes: The following anomalous phenomena centering the game was reported after this test: False information centering on Super Mario 64 suddenly manifested on the noosphere, consisting of unusually disturbing content not found in the game. Claims of their existence have been posted online by other players. Audiovisual hallucinations and insomnia cases have increased in intensity, with rare reports of an emaciated humanoid resembling Junpei Hideaki being visualized while awake or unconscious. SCP-6807 manifested. The Department of Disinformation will be discrediting all accounts of these anomalous effects as hoaxes. How SCP-6722 exhibited ontokinectic and memetic abilities is unknown. It is theorized that the instance’s contact with the thaumaturgical Spectral-Transfer Engine may have somehow enhanced the anomaly’s capabilities, but there is currently no known way to confirm this. By order of the Classification Committee, SCP-6722 was reclassified to Containment Class-Keter. After the last log, Director Shouhei Katsurou annotated a notice in this file, visible only to Department of Gaming staff, made mandatory to read by all of its personnel. It was removed the following day by the Records And Information Security Administration for breaching document clinicality regulations. It has been archived below: NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF GAMING I'm aware that in the past few days our members have been going through an amount of stress never seen before in the history of our Department. Nobody was prepared for an incoming Lifted-Veil Scenario, especially one coming from a minor anomaly such as this. I assure you, that your feelings are mutual. But let me remind you, that everytime we settle down, everytime our fears and anxieties overcome reasoning or motivation, everytime we slow down, that a spirit comes closer and closer to destroying normalcy. The end of all scientific trust and human sanity, all because of one lost soul. All of the Foundation are putting their trust into us, capable scientists and fast-thinking agents who have gone through the worst of what anomalous games have given us. We have never given up then, we will not give up now. So what am I exactly ordering for you to do? I order you to run. Run faster than your worries could come out of your subconscious, faster than your body can handle, faster than that damned, vengeful soul, faster than those speedrunners could ever hope be. Clear your mind, focus on nothing but your goal and run. An ordinary group of men could not stop an apocalypse with the time limit that we're under now, but us? We could do it in minutes. See Addendum 4 for more information regarding Operation PIXEL PERFECT's status. Addendum 3 – POI Recovery: While Operation PIXEL PERFECT was in progress, the GOI-078 Research and Investigation Division discovered the location of POI-942's residence, after newly installed surveillance cameras in the Chūō-ku ward of Osaka detected the suspect. Through cover of law enforcement, Site-79 agents extracted POI-942, while he was in the city's traffic, for an interview. INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT Date: 24-APR-2011 22:10 (JST) Location: JPOSKS-Site-8135, Interview Chamber 5 Interviewer: Agent Tsubasa Kazutoyo Interviewee: Person Of Interest 942 (Minorou Yōta) Purpose: Reveal information that could assist Operation PIXEL PERFECT. Foreword: Interview translated from Japanese to English. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] [Security Officers Sakura Wada and Kenzou Himura drag POI-942 to the interview room in haste, while POI-942 struggles to stand up. They quickly cuff him to the nearest chair and run out of the room.] POI-942: What the— Hey! What the hell is your problem?! [Coughs] I already told you, I— [Agent Tsubasa Kazutoyo enters the interview and sits to the opposite chair in a hurry.] Agent Tsubasa Kazutoyo: Hello Mr. Yōta. How are— POI-942: I did not gotten past the speed limit, how many times do I have to tell you!? Agt. Kazutoyo: Please calm yourself. POI-942: I’m not gonna "calm myself" until you get me my lawyer right now! Agt. Kazutoyo: Mr. Yōta… POI-942: And what is going on with your partners back there?! They kept being— Agt. Kazutoyo: We know you were in Arcadia. [POI-942’s face quickly shifts to an expression of concern. Silence for two (2) seconds.] POI-942: Oh. [Brief silence] Oh no… Agt. Kazutoyo: And we know what you did there. POI-942: [Exhale] Shit, okay, I'm… Sorry, I have to take a minute to take this in. Man, I really thought that after so much time has passed the SAD wouldn't catch m— Agt. Kazutoyo: Foundation. POI-942: Whu— Excuse me? Agt. Kazutoyo: Foundation. POI-942: Oh… Jailors, okay, I mean that's not much better but… Agt. Kazutoyo: We need help. POI-942: …What? Agt. Kazutoyo: We need your help. We want information. POI-942: Oh? Oh… Yeah, of course. Fine, It's not like I have a choice anyway. Well, I guess it was a pretty good job. Got to make games using demons and magic and… other things. Usual Arcadia stuff, I— Agt. Kazutoyo: Nintendo. POI-942: [Brief silence, visibly uncomfortable] Nintendo…? Um, yeah I worked there too, after escaping the raid. It wasn't anything special though, they- they didn't use demons there. So I don't have much to s— [Agt. Kazutoyo suddenly pulls out a Foundation 9mm pistol.] Agt. Kazutoyo: NINTENDO! POI-942: OH GOD! No-no-no wait, please- I wasn't finished! [Heavy breathing, swallowing] Okay… there was something I did there. Something I did that I don't like to remember… a ritual. Agt. Kazutoyo: ELABORATE! POI-942: Okay, okay, I will! Just… don't hurt me. [Brief silence] I did a ritual there, for a project. Not a project by the company, just me. I… I always wanted to make more immersive games, and I had this whole plan where I could put players inside them. So I… I put one of my co-workers soul in there. I was trying to insert it into the player character sprite but… [Heavy breathing] I don't know. [The agent stands up and cocks the pistol's hammer.] Agt. Kazutoyo: ELABORATE!! POI-942: I DON'T KNOW WHERE IT WENT, MAN! I- I don't know what I did wrong, but the soul went somewhere else and the guy died, okay!? God… I didn't even want to kill the poor dude, I wha— I was gonna give his soul back later, I didn't realize I could just lose it like that! So I ran away and I stopped doing the occult-magic-shit after that and nobody else died, okay!? Please, just don't sh— [Agt. Kazutoyo quickly sits down and holsters the firearm away.] Agt. Kazutoyo: [Calm:] Okay. [Silence for three (3) seconds.] POI-942: [Shivering]…Wh-What? Agt. Kazutoyo: Okay. POI-942: Uh… Okay. [Whispering:] The fuck's wrong with this place? Agt. Kazutoyo: No magic? POI-942: Yeah, yeah! No more magic, I haven't done it for decades man, I'm all clean. Agt. Kazutoyo: Ritual. POI-942: I don't know anything about the ritual anymore, okay? Again, It's been decades since I've done it. I already moved on to other hobbies. Agt. Kazutoyo: Hobby? POI-942: Yeah… What, you want to know about them? It's not 'anomalous', I swear it isn't. It's just normal game stuff. Like… sometimes I do some… [Brief silence] Oh, sorry. You may not know this term, due to your age. Um… Have you ever heard of speedrunning? [Agent Kazutoyo quickly stands up.] POI-942: Woah! Hey— Agt. Kazutoyo: You will help us. [Agent Kazutoyo jumps above the table and grabs POI-942's wrist. He begins sprinting to the exit, dragging the interviewee with him.] POI-942: AARRGH! AGAIN?! [END TRANSCRIPT] Afterword: POI-942 is officially contained and being transferred to JPTKYG-Site-79. Agent Kazutoyo gave a rushed proposal to Director Katsurou that suggests recruiting POI-942 into Operation PIXEL PERFECT, utilizing his knowledge and proficiency on demonics to improve the STE, while tasking him into performing tests with his experience as a "speedrunner". The request was accepted and POI-942 was transported to JPTKYG-Site-79. Now designated CPOI-942,."Contained Person Of Interest" the subject would be trained into various anomalous practices (such as demonics and thaumaturgy) to assist with the repair and upgrade of the STE, relearning some of his past techniques. Addendum 4 – Incident: On 27-APR-2011, while the recently repaired Engine was being upgraded with assistance from CPOI-942, Site command declared an emergency as it reported one-hundred-and-seventy-five (175) individuals claimed online that they were currently attempting to interact with the main SCP-6722 instance in the Super Mario Bros. 3 video game. A non-scheduled relocation test of SCP-6722-1 was ordered by Dir. Katsurou, which the following documentation describes: INCIDENT LOG Date: 27-APR-2011 17:48 (JST) Location(s): JPTKYG-Site-79, Digital Testing Chamber 1A; Various other locations. Anomalies Involved: SCP-6722 Foreword: The upgraded Engine was modified with CPOI-942’s own thaumaturgical’s sigils to increase the effectiveness of various systems, making it possible for it to capture the SCP-6722 instance. The selected in-game target location would be a background cloud sprite in level 2-2, where SCP-6722-1 is located in. CPOI-942 himself will play the game, due to his experience. As noted by Dir. Katsurou, The test is required to be completed in less than 2 minutes before civilians get an opportunity to make contact with SCP-6722-1. Several Foundation personnel are tasked with interfering with these individuals (hereafter designated as "targets"). [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] - The test officialy begins; CPOI-942 starts the game, although with slight visible hesitation. MTF-Γ-5 command is notified. Foundation Webcrawlers have reported one-hundred-seventy-five (175) individuals intending to make contact with SCP-6722. [00:14] - MTF-Γ-5 command has tracked remaining targets, all located in North-American, European and Japanese locations. Nearest available Task Force units deployed to their residences. [00:21] - First Level complete. Over twenty-six (26) individuals are revealed to be live-streaming while playing. Webcrawlers infiltrate their computer systems and display Cognitohazardous Fainting Agents (CFAs) to the civilians' screens, while subsequently shuting down the live-streams. All are successufully affected, one-hundred-and-forty-nine (149) targets remain. [00:33] - CPOI-942 sneezes while in level, briefly stopping in-game and losing one (1) second of time. Temperature in the test chamber is slightly increased to prevent further critical interruptions. [00:45] - Second level complete. Foundation personnel call the phone numbers of all targets in cover of taxation authority members, seventy-two (72) targets answer the call while remaining calls are redirected to voicemail, or simply not picked. Foundation personnel successfully immobilized contacted targets from the game with audible CFAs. Seventy-seven (77) targets remain. [01:05] - CPOI-942 claims that he "need[s] to go pee", request denied. Available imbedded Foundation agents in various local power stations cut out energy to the residences of fifty-eight (58) targets. Twenty-one (21) targets remaining. [01:14] - CPOI-942 finishes the third level while entering the secret "toad house" section, where he gains the "warp whistle", an item that allows the player to skip to World 2. CPOI-942 exclaims: "Yukuzi, I really need to take a piss, it won't be that long. Just give me a minute.", request denied with emphasis. [01:20] - MTF-Γ-5 members have begun to reach some of the remaining targets, interfering by either knocking on their doors or forcefully intruding through the targets' homes, by cover of police tactical units. One Task Force team in ██████, █████████ fails to locate one target’s residence, despite Foundation Internet geolocation software apparently leading to the team’s exact position, Task Force commander orders an investigation. [01:30] - While half-way through level 2-1, CPOI-942 sprints towards the test chamber’s exit, attempting to enter the nearby public bathroom. Security officers apprehend him, but he begins to resist. CPOI-942 says "JUST FOR A SECOND”. [01:47] - At this point, MTF-Γ-5 has seized all targets except one, which has yet to be found. Analysis of the target’s GPS location reveals that its signal is crossing through spatial dimensions, and it’s discovered that the source is located on an extradimensional pocket-reality, specifically Eurtec,. FP-03, a massive metropolitan city governed by an United Nations Global Occult Coalition (GOI-011) member group, known for its paratechnological superiority and high crime rate. which international law prohibits Foundation presence in. While alternate methods to apprehend the target were briefly considered, Dir. Katsurou immediately ordered Foundation forces to proceed regardless, through radio with the MTF commander. A message has been transferred to the GOC,.Group Of Interest 011, a branch of the United Nations that specializes in neutralizing anomalous phenomena and communicating diplomatically with anomalous communities under the Veil Protocol. Commanded by various anomalous groups, known collectively as the Council of 108. warning the sudden infiltration of Foundation assets. [02:17] - While security officers were attempting to drag CPOI-942 back to the television set, the man spoke an unidentifiable phrase that happened to manifest five (5) instances of Tartarean-Entity Of Interest 311 ("Tengu"), which screamed at the guards holding CPOI-942..CPOI-942 confirmed he relearnt this spell while practicing in Site-79. Due to their shock, the subject escapes the chamber. With Foundation security too occupied attempting to neutralize the entities, Rsr. Yuzuki decides to play the game himself to continue testing. [02:45] - Several MTF-Γ-5 units enter the main entrance highway of Eurtec, driving towards the last target's location on the Silicon Luxury Apartment Complex. The GOC takes notice of their presence shortly after and several squads of the FLYPAPER biomechatronic police force begin to chase them down, as well as multiple anomalous residents, in the city's center..These include thaumaturges, metamorphs, cybernetically-enhanced humanoids with artillery weapons, bozomorphic entities (colloquially known as 'clowns'), individuals wielding medieval japanese blades (mostly katanas), automatons resembling "catgirls" and one individual wearing a black-leather jumpsuit and helmet, riding a motorcycle, who strangely emitted great amounts of Tartarean Resonance Energy (TRE) and was able to murder eight (8) MTF members before stealing a Foundation vehicle. MTF-Γ-5's vehicles have taken damage from colliding with various infrastructures but remain operable. [03:00] - Rsr. Yuzuki finishes level 2-1, arriving onto the level where SCP-6722-1 is located, although he is significantly slowed down by the TEOI-311 instances breaking research equipment around the test chamber. Security officers attempt to protect the STE from the entities until tactical response teams arrive. CPOI-942 is presumed to be in the site's public bathroom. [05:29] - After all but a single task force unit are terminated by FLYPAPER operatives and civilians, MTF-Γ-5 finally reaches the Silicon Luxury Apartment Complex. MTF members tracked the last target's whereabouts to a room in the 27th floor, discovering a cybernetically-modified male human with an expressionless face, connected to a Nintendo Entertainment System displaying Super Mario Bros. 3 gameplay. Before Foundation agents could speak to him, the target produces .50 machine guns out of its limbs, enabling a firefight. [05:33] - Rsr. Yuzuki repeatedly fails to make contact with SCP-6722-1 due to his inexperience with the neccessary glitch-exploitive method to reach the entity, the TEOI-311 instances assaulting him and the general turmoil that is occuring. Tactical response teams fail to neutralize the entities as they're insusceptible to bullets, however CPOI-942 rearrives to the test chamber and demanifest the entities with a vocal spell. He returns to the game after claiming "See? We still have time." [05:42] - FLYPAPER operatives reach the battle's location and join the firefight between MTF agents and the target, terminating two (2) members before the rest lower to the ground, surrendering. The target retracts all weapons and instantly resumes playing the game. [05:50] - At this exact timeframe, both the last target and CPOI-942 make contact with SCP-6722-1. A 3m wide shockwave is emmited from both of their consoles, and an extremely bright light (~7.000 lux) manifests from their televisions, while audible shrieking (~120 dB) is heard. A cross-dimensional fissure is detected in the center of the shockwave. Both locations tremor as the lights' luminosity and the high-tone slowly increases. The STE's core is warming up to the point of a meltdown. [06:00] - The Spectral-Transfer Engine's core explodes. The lights demanifest and the tremors eventually fade. Spectremetric scanners detect no signs of SCP-6722-1 in the game. [END LOG] Afterword: A post-incident analyses has formulated an explanation of the final event: Due to the STE pulling the spectral entity subsequently as it was about to be released into the entirety of the last target's copy of the game, the engine's core suffered an extreme amount of pressure while attempting to hold onto SCP-6722-1, causing its ontokinectic mechanisms to overload in such a way that breached baseline reality, launching SCP-6722-1, and resultantly all other replicated instances, into an unknown extrauniversal area. Personnel in Site-79 gained minor injuries from the event, while MTF-Γ-5 suffered seventeen (17) fatalities. Remaining members were imprisoned by the GOC until a complete, declassified version of SCP-6722's file and Operation PIXEL PERFECT documentation were granted, although the Foundation's diplomatic relationship with the organization have deterioated significantly. A reclassification of SCP-6722 is under consideration by the Classification Committee. Addendum 5 - Investigation: Due to the catastrophic results of Addendum 4 and the abnormally expeditious behavior of Site-79’s staff, an investigation into Operation PIXEL PERFECT was organized. Internal Security soon discovered that the entirety of Site-79's personnel were affected by a psychological memetic hazard, compelling them to perform any and all actions in the fastest method possible. Backwards tracking of the hazard's spread lead to a notice from the Department of Gaming (see Addendum 2) which was embedded with hidden infohazardous text..All future archives of this notice have been cleansed from these anomalous hazards, and are safe to view. Monitoring of Director Katsurou's SCiPNet account revealed that he had disabled all hazard identification and redaction programs prior to posting the notice. On 29-APR-2011, Director Katsurou was taken to interrogation by Internal Security. INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT Date: 29-APR-2011 14:30 (CET) Location: FRGELR-Site-06-3, Secure Interview Room 7G Interviewer: Chief Malcolm A. Hilton, Internal Security Interviewee: Director Shouhei Katsurou, Department of Gaming Head Purpose: Reveal Dir. Katsurou's motivations for his past actions. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Chief Malcolm A. Hilton: [Chuckle] Well call me surprised, Mr. Katsurou. You don't see a department head committing a major regulation breach everyday. Director Shouhei Katsurou: What are you laughing at? I just saved this entire organization. Chief Hilton: You just cost us 60.000$ in cleaning your operation's mess, the lives of seventeen good men and a major GoI's trust in us. Don't tell me you are that dumb. Dir. Katsurou: It is either this or the spirit haunting a whole gaming franchise. You could at least be a little grateful. Chief Hilton: Maybe, just maybe, this whole situation could've gone just a bit better if you didn't make your employees bat-shit crazy. Dir. Katsurou: Language. And I didn't make them crazy, I've… given them a weapon most neccessary to combat this operation's threat. Chief Hilton: I don't see how lunacy could scare away a spectral enti— Dir. Katsurou: No, Chief. I don't mean the spirit. It was the speedrunners. [Silence for three (3) seconds.] Chief Hilton: What did you say? Dir. Katsurou: [Voice raised:] The speedrunners, Hilton. We couldn't compete with them at our current method. The constant bureaucracy and documentation, how our people worked, it was all too slow. Each second that my employees were wasting their time filing a proposal for another test in the operation, a speedrunner was getting closer to making contact with that phantom. You have to understand how determined and focused these people were at getting even just a millisecond quicker at those games, how they spend entire weeks putting their blood and sweat into nothing but to get that turtle. Compared to us, who couldn't even find all of the spiritual copies on time, they were unstoppable, Hilton. Completely unstoppable. [Director Katsurou takes a brief moment to breathe.] Dir. Katsurou: I… I had to do something. I knew we were not gonna win like this, I had to hurry the process. Make the operation faster, make them faster. Give them the same mindset that our opponents have, because the kind of game that we were going through was simply not fair. So, I called up the Memetics Dept. anonymously, waved my Level 4 clearance at them and told them to cook up the key to this entire operation's success. I made them faster, not only on researching or planning, but on everything, Hilton. I made them live on speed, treat every problem and goal with the utmost urgency and with extreme haste. Yes, it sounds like hell to them but it worked. [Director Katsurou's body relaxes.] Dir. Katsurou: Since the beginning of all of this, I've always said that time was of the essence. When nobody but me took that statement seriously, I did what must have been done to secure, contain and protect. And despite some consequences, the operation was a success. So what do you have to say, Hilton? [Silence for three (3) seconds] Chief Hilton: …What is a "speedrunner"? [OMITTED: Interrogation proceeds uneventfully.] [END TRANSCRIPT] Afterword: Director Katsurou was penalized for charges of unauthorized memetic induction of personnel by the Internal Tribunal Department and is now arrested at a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber at Site-06-3. His assistant, Rsr. Yuzuki, has been moved to the position of the Department of Gaming head. The memetic effect faded from all Site-79 personnel two (2) days later. CPOI-942 has been given a formal apology for the abnormal behavior and treatment from the site's staff, and has been relocated to Nexus-58 (Yumegēmu, Tokushima, Japan).An urban area affected with various anomalies related to games and dreams, such as various buildings containing puzzles and mini-games, and inconsistant topography resembling those found in somniumspheric spaces, respectfully. for residence and containment. SCP-6722 has yet to be found, however as the chance of it returning to baseline reality is essentially null, the anomaly has been reclassified as neutralized. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6722" by Starch Tuber, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6722. Licensed under CC-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-6723

esoteric-class

Note: The following are digital transcripts of a collection of documents, mostly written by Dr. Elyse Parker. 04/02/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Initial observations: Child's body Doesn't decay Unusually large amt of dust Abnormally cold Background: Child named Ruth Clark Cause of death still unknown? Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death if possible More about background Notes: I'm hoping this project goes better after all the drama last time. It should be simpler, at least. I'll just stick to the objectives. I know I messed up, but being transferred to this site feels like a bit much. As far as I can tell, they really don't have many resources here. It just seems to be where the higher-ups dump things that aren't big or important. Despite the obvious lack of funding, though, my division head is in everyone's business, acting like the Foundation actually cares if we get this stuff done. I'll be submitting material requests soon; have to think about what would help determine the whole not decaying thing. 04/03/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Background Ideas: Autopsy Pros: Quick compared to others, could provide insight into cause of death + possible anomalies Cons: Destructive Seeding whole body w/ bacteria, fungus, etc Pros: Provides insight into possible anomalies - can things grow? Cons: Could be destructive, possibly time-consuming Growing bacteria, fungus, etc on sample Pros: Provides insight into possible anomalies w/o damaging whole body, less time-consuming than whole body Cons: Possibly less accurate - anomaly could be w/ whole body, possibly time consuming Messing w/ environment Pros: Will find out how body reacts to different environments Cons: Uses a lot of space, time consuming Monitoring temperature? Pros: Unclear Cons: Unclear Notes: I'll submit these ideas for approval and then request materials. I don't know if the temperature one would actually help anything, but Derek suggested it when I said the body was cold, so who am I to argue? Apparently, I'm the only one on this project. I'm not complaining, but it feels weird after being at 19 for so long. At least this means there are fewer people that could mess this up for me. 04/04/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Background Notes: The sample idea got approved. If I don't get much in the way of results, I'll move on to seeding the whole body, which will, of course, complicate things a bit. While I'm waiting on the Petri dishes, I'll look into Ruth's past; I'm curious as to whether there may have been someone in her life on our side of the veil. Maybe thaumaturgy? Cutting out the samples was a bit difficult. Not in a physical way, but I kind of feel like I'm still being punished for my mistake. even after losing 04/05/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Background Background info: From small town Redwick, PA Three siblings Condition: No changes around the area that the sample was taken from. Dusty again Notes: I didn't have much luck in investigating her backgru background online. I'll see if I can get anything with Foundation-based resources, but I doubt that they keep records on random people. I cleaned off the dust since I was a bit worried about it accumulating in the sample area. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have done that; it could have interfered with the anomaly. I think it was more of a spur-of-the-moment thing. 04/06/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Background Background notes: Average grades Parents seemed not to care much Condition: No noticeable changes. Notes: Unsurprisingly, I didn't have much luck with Foundation resources, either. Derek told me to focus on the actual anomaly, so no more background research, I guess. My hand kind of hurt when I woke up this morning. Nothing bad, but it's pretty itchy now. Hopefully, the thing didn't come back for my remaining hand. I'm going to sample the dust and make sure it's not the cas cause. 04/07/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Condition: No noticeable ca changes aside from dust accumulation. Notes: I was a bit nervous about looking into the dust after Derek's comments on my investigation, so I ended up not doing it. Probably just me, but I kind of wish he'd stay out of everyone's business; he's not even a scientist. 04/08/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Condition: Dust Notes: I've mostly been waiting around today. Derek doesn't want me to work on anything but the actual anomaly, so just st sitting around for me. 04/09/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of da death Condition: Dusty Notes: I didn't do much at all today. Since I'll be checking the samples tomorrow, I'll ask about the dust. I've been thinking about the incident from the last project, and I'm wondering if Derek knows. Hopefully not, but it would explain why he's been hovering over my shoulder so much. 04/10/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Trial 1: Inconclusive results; no growth in control or test groups. Notes: I must have done something wrong, sei seeing as nothing grew. I made sure to double-check everything for the second trial, so hopefully, whatever I did wrong won't come up again. I failed to ask about the dust, but I did ask if they had any other im information. It turns out they did a CT scan and failed to give me the report. Hopefully, I'll get it within the next few days. 04/11/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Cn Condition: Dusty Notes: I ti think my migraines are starting to come back. It's unrelated to the case at hand, but I thought t it was worth pointing out. I was thinking about the incident again, and I realized my mas mistake shouldn't have mattered as much as it did. So what if I didn't hear se someone once? I have a good track record. I dealt with it quickly. 04/12/21 Itm Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Condition: Dusty Scan results: The scan R revealed mostly normal results, with a few ec exceptions: Large foreign body Ha Heart may have transmuted into something ini inorganic Numerous rib fractures Believed to be postmortem Notes: I've been struggling a bit with writing; I think it has to do with the migran migraines. Derek is str starting to nag me about results, which, of course, adds to the stress. I just hev have to keep doing this. Things will ca change. 04/13/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Oj Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Condition: Dust Notes: Uneventful with the project. I'm really str starting to hate it here. I have to ask for bis basic equipment that should already be provided, not to mention Derek. 04/15/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Reason it doesn't decay Cause of death Condition: Dust Notes: I was feeling sc sick yesterday, so I took the day off. I don't acta actually feel much better today, but I can't afo afford to take any more sick days. They cu could think the infection came back. 04/16/21 Item #: SCP-67S3 SCP-6723 Objectives: Solve decay Death cause Tra Trial 2: Incn Inconclusive results; no growth in stuff in groups. Notes: Nothing grew again. I don't get wht what I'm doing wrong. Dr Derek says I have to pick up the pace, so this is the last trial of this, I gus guess. I'll figure t out my next move when I'm fell feeling better. 04/17/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Gt Get this done Notes: I cn can't think of anything that I cold could do. The migran migraine is still here. I just have to fug figure this out. I just have to figure this out. 04/18/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Get it dn done Notes: I remb remembered the dust. I took a sample, and I'll figure this out. Derek is bra breathing down my neck. 04/19/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Figure it out Nt Notes: I cole collected the materials. It'll be done soon. I want to lave leave. 04/20/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Stop Notes: I can't remb remember what it's called, but I no know what the dust is it's not dust. I think I get what's hape happening. She tru turns the things into the dust. My Maybe I'll finly finally get transferred after this. I did it. 04/21/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: Get out Notes: Dr Derek is angry again. Sy Says I should've thought abu about it first. He doesn't get it. He's been brath breathing down my neck since I got here. Of curse course I'm getting migraines. Of course I'm sick. He's ste stressing I did what he told me to. He shouldn't be agny angry. 04/22/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: out Notes: I cn can't be done until I get everything done. He says I hv have to tell him what it is. He doesn't think I did a good job. I jst just don't remb remember what it's called. The thing. The thing is frig fragile. It breaks. 04/23/21 Item #: SCP-6723 Objectives: leave Notes: Derek is an ash asshole. Said I'm hea here because because I'm sc sick because of him. He's the one that I did what he wanted me to. I did what he si said. He shouldn't be It doesn't mt matter what I say. It doesn't matter what I do. It doesn't matter becu because nobody fucking ca AUTOPSY REPORT Patient name: Dr. Elyse Parker Sex: Female Age: 33 Height: 1.7 m Weight 54.4 kg Primary cause of death: Arterial blockage due to buildup of foreign substance Contributing conditions: None Other conditions: Emergency amputation of left hand performed two months prior to death. Other notes: Numerous fractures in left arm and chest region. Most organic material in body was revealed to have been transmuted into glass. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6723" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6723. Licensed under CC-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-6724

safe

Item#: 6724 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6724-1 through 5 are to be kept in separate containers in Site-72’s low-risk anomalous storage wing. In the event that all 5 SCP-6724 instances are brought together, guards are to remove one of the objects from SCP-6724. Testing on SCP-6724-1 through 5 has been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-6724 is an anomalous entity brought forth by the union of SCP-6724-1 through 5. This entity materializes as a transparent humanoid outline. So far, SCP-6724 has displayed no hostility when materialized, and it usually displays no movement. SCP-6724 communicated with Foundation researchers on 12/04/2022 through a piece of paper produced by SCP-6724-3. For more information, view Incident-6724-A. When any SCP-6724 object is removed from the entity, SCP-6724 dematerializes. SCP-6724 is unable to interact with any object unrelated to its materialization. The following is a list of SCP-6724’s components, labeled SCP-6724-1 through 5. Object designation Description SCP-6724-1 A pair of boots that, when worn, negate the effects of fatigue from the wearer. Subjects report feeling less inclined to go outdoors after use. SCP-6724-2 A pair of █████ brand wireless headphones that require no electricity to function. The device appears to be controlled by thought. Subjects present a slight aversion to communicating after use. SCP-6724-3 A binder that produces a white sheet of paper with concise reports on different subjects related to academic courses. All reports are original. Subjects display difficulty remembering things. SCP-6724-4 A granola bar that regenerates itself when eaten. One bite provides sustenance for an average human male aged 19-25. It possesses no flavor. Subjects report losing their appetite after use. The effect increases with subsequent uses. SCP-6724-5 A blue travel pillow that, when used, forces the user into a catatonic state for 8 hours. Following this, subjects report a pleasant dream, and generally display increased apathy towards their surroundings. Subjects also report a mild compulsion to use it again. Incident-6724-A: On 12/04/2022, following repeated testing to determine whether SCP-6724 was sentient or an unintended effect of the aforementioned objects, SCP-6724 materialized briefly using only SCP-6724-3, ripped out a page, and dematerialized. The following letter was recovered shortly after. Of note is that the note is handwritten, which is inconsistent with other documents produced by SCP-6724-3. This behavior hasn’t been documented since. To whom it may concern, It’s probably not my place to request things, but if your organization could lay off the repetition, that’d be great. Want some truth? Life was too hard, so I made these objects to help make it easier. After the 5th one, I really just wanted to lie down all day, so I made my state of being easier. You understand, right? Now let me enjoy not being, 'kay? Because every time you bring me back to reality, you keep making me be something, and I’d rather not. No hard feelings though. Keep the objects for yourselves, eh? Warmest regards, No one, doing nothing, nowhere. Subsequent testing revealed a decrease in movement and awareness from SCP-6724, and testing was discontinued shortly after. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6724" by Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6724. Licensed under CC-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-6725

euclid

SCP-6725 By: DrApricus Published on 19 Aug 2022 07:45 SCP-6725 — Mind-Blowing Wall Art Massive thanks to Uncle Nicolini for helping me with the narrative and formatting, Ruskied and swordlover87 for their critique, and Tstaffor and OriTiefling for offering insight. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-6725 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6725 is kept in a windowless containment locker at Site-19. Personnel are prohibited from entering the locker. SCP-6725 Description: SCP-6725 is a collection of concrete rubble, formerly the northern wall of a building in Columbia, South Carolina with a mural of a tunnel painted on it. SCP-6725 received its designation after a series of events that occurred on 24/11/13, in which all individuals who viewed SCP-6725 would immediately begin attempting to crash into it. The event began at 0914 GMT and spanned until the event was stabilized by operatives at around 1129. The event was captured on a CCTV camera positioned opposite SCP-6725. Additionally, multiple news outlets and citizens had captured footage of the incident. An approximate timeline of the events has been compiled and can be found below. Time Development 0914 The wall spontaneously attains its anomalous attributes. Several individuals walking nearby begin to run into SCP-6725. Witnesses begin running towards SCP-6725 and stack atop others. People can also be seen exiting buildings close to SCP-6725 and running towards it. 0921 The viewers and participants of a parade celebrating Thanksgiving have begun running from their locations to the wall. A pile has started taking form, with the number of victims at approximately sixty to seventy. Foundation agents are alerted of the developing incident and two units of MTF Gamma-40 are deployed to investigate the situation 0934 The pile of victims, most unconscious, reaches approximately five meters tall. A truck driving down the road accelerates and plows into the pile. More than fifty of the three-hundred victims are terminated in the collision. Several other vehicles crash into the pile, with one driving up the pile and becoming immobile. 0948 The pile of six hundred victims now towers over the building, beginning to cover its rooftop. Two cars, both deep inside the pile, collide with one another, causing a fire to spark. Though the exact cause is unknown, it is speculated one of the cars' gas tanks was ruptured. Within minutes, the fire engulfs the majority of the pile. 0955 An airline flight from New York to Georgia passes over Elgin, South Carolina. News outlets have now arrived at the incident scene. The fire engulfs the entirety of the building, and the local fire department has received more than 83 calls in the past ten minutes. 1008 The Gamma-40 units arrive at the scene and the first unit forms a half-circle around SCP-6725, facing outwards. The second unit circles around the area in an unmarked helicopter. Individuals charging toward the wall appear ignorant of the task force, walking or driving directly past them. Contact with the task force is lost after authorization to shoot to kill is granted to the operatives. CCTV shows the task force dropping their rifles and charging into the fire. 1021 Reconnaissance teams are establishing a grid of the location for the task force to be able to operate blindfolded, deeming the anomaly a sight-based hazard. A unit from MTF-Tau-19, specialized in blind combat and operations, is called upon. 1034 As Tau-19 arrives at the scene, digital maps of the town are updated to list major roads leading in and through it as under construction. The previously mentioned aircraft enters the territory of the city. The building connecting to SCP-6725 has been completely surrounded by victims of the anomaly and the fire has begun spreading to surrounding buildings. 1041 The airline responsible for the flight notes the flight directs off course. It immediately begins a nosedive towards SCP-6725, crashing into the building and causing significant damage, effectively reducing the anomaly to rubble. Despite this, the anomalous effect persists as individuals within the fire can be seen picking up fragments of SCP-6725 and beating their heads with them. The plane crash is filmed by multiple individuals in the city. It is decided to construct a wall around the area using air vehicles to avoid further civilian interference with SCP-6725. 1052 The second Gamma-40 unit retreats the scene as two backup units arrive and drop a series of walls around SCP-6725 and the surrounding buildings. Tau-19 has been authorized to use lethal force against individuals attempting to damage the makeshift walls. Additionally, the backup units have begun extinguishing the flame with fire retardant. 1117 Crowd control agents are deployed to assess news anchors and witnesses while digital scrubbing agents begin clearing the incident from the internet. A mass amnesticization of the city is approved. 1129 The remainder of the victims of SCP-6725 are neutralized and crowd control agents retreat from the area as the remnants of SCP-6725 are collected by blindfolded operatives. Tau-19 operatives reportedly had to seize fragments of SCP-6725 from individuals who had not succumbed to the fire and continued to batter their heads with the rubble. In the following hour, several gas airstrikes, composed of Class-A amnestics, are dropped over the city. Analysis of the SCP-6725 remnants shows the rubble's anomalous attributes were retained throughout the incident and remained after the fact. Direct visual contact with any fragment of SCP-6725 continues to result in the triggering of the memetic effect. Approximately two months following the incident, local law enforcement apprehended a man who was discovered on his knees smashing his head into the sidewalk, having viewed a small pebble of SCP-6725. As a result, the fragment had been lodged into the wound on the man's forehead, causing him to manically attempt to smash his head against any surface. Due to the lack of knowledge concerning the anomaly's capabilities, SCP-6725 retains a Euclid object classification. Intensive cleanings of SCP-6725's street of origin are being conducted regularly as fragments as small as 0.15 centimeters wide have been shown to be anomalous. More works by this author can be found here! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6725" by DrApricus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6725. Licensed under CC-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-6726

esoteric-class

Fig. 1: Notable symptoms of MDI-6726. Medical Division Identifier: MDI-6726 Common Descriptor: Memetic Kill Agent Exposure Symptoms: Blindness, Extreme Nausea, Vertigo, Migraines, Seizure, Hyperventilation Treatment Priority: Blue Lethality: 5 (Non-Lethal) Infection Risk: None Hazards: Biological Treatment: Secure patient in an isolation cell and inform them a cure is being administered. Administer Class A amnestic tabs and observe for 24 hours. Report patient's employee number to Site Director's office. Information: MDI-6726 is a series of memetic glyphs, which, when visually observed by a human subject, induce severe nausea, vertigo, hallucinations, panic, and temporary blindness. Symptoms brought on by exposure to MDI-6726 are temporary, and were designed to cause major distress in order to facilitate the identification of employees attempting to access classified documents. Due to the induced state of desperation, subjects become highly cooperative with Medical personnel and are unable to resist amnesticization. The glyphs take the form of Langford Category-J Hypercomplex Imagery, in which the fractallic and anomalously patterned images force the brain into generating harmful mental stimuli, in this case resulting in feelings of sickness. Subjects affected by MDI-6726 will typically attempt to seek immediate medical attention, or in 3.54% of cases, attempt to 'wait out' the effects. The harmless nature of MDI-6726 is unknown to Foundation personnel outside of the Medical and Memetics departments, which created the anomaly. It is currently used to protect classified documents such as SCP-001 from unauthorized access. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-7260 • SCP-1799 • SCP-7266 • SCP-3923 • SCP-4982 • SCP-654 • SCP-7727 • Abraka David's Proposal • SCP-7724 • SCP-ES-113 • SCP-5047 • SCP-4432 • SCP-7726 • SCP-4003 • SCP-4046 • Tales/GoI Formats Life Insurance Policy • An Epitaph For SCP-173 • Halloween Anthology In Boring 2021 • (Too) Late Registration • Danger: Medellin Hippos! • SCP-049-ΩK • Classy Carlos Goes To Therapy • Dark Sushi File No. 995 "Suisame" • Seven Days With Mr. Fish • Being Dzhey Evervud • HOGSLICE vs bones • Robin • Merry Christmas, Jude Kriyot • It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Breachmas • Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions • Other Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • Ode To The Unknown Author • uncle nicolini author page • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "MDI-6726" by Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6726. Licensed under CC-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: graph.png Name: Symptoms of nicotine poisoning.png Author: Mikael Häggström License: CC BY SA 1.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Symptoms_of_nicotine_poisoning.png

SCP-6727

esoteric-class

Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item categorisation negates visual, verbal and physical depictions. This may extend to symbolic representation. If you are to continue with this document you must remain internally consistent. Item designation may be subject to any number of contaminants, please review the following for more in-depth data: Contaminant Degree Note Memetic Light This designation is memetic, capable of propagating into the noosphere. Prophetic None This designation has yet to foreshadow any future event. Auditory None This designation has yet to produce sound. Tactile Light This designation has led to the propagation of the anomaly through touch. Visual None This designation has yet to produce any visual anomalies. Olfactory None This designation has yet to produce olfactory anomalies. Oracular None This designation has yet to produce oracular anomalies. Cognizant None Whether the item is cognizant is still under research. Other Present Item is yet to receive a proper and consistent designation. Please inform your nearest Classification Department operative, if any false or unauthorised designations of the item are made. + Current SCP Document - Current SCP Document Item Designation: Karl June Special Containment Procedures: Karl June Description: Karl June + Archived SCP Document - Archived SCP Document This page is maintained within an exclusionary zone. Read at your own discretion. Item Number: SCP-6727 Nominal classification aside, SCP-6727 should be represented via a consistent and well known form of № designation, so as not to risk a potential breach in consistency. Breaches in consistency are logged below: Group involved Classification name Decrease in consistency (%) Global Occult Coalition (GOC) KTE-0455-Scarlet 4 Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Critter Profile: Availability 2.8 Chaos Insurgency Item-Theta-0406 33 Pro-apocalyptic religious sects Yeaü 46 GRU Division P Case file: "Availability" 5.6 Unknown Omega VIII 79 K-Class Department 𝑥K-Class-Lack-of-Consistency-Senario 19 Minor Anomalies Department N/A 13 O5 Council O5-7 73 Classification Department SCP-6727 0.02 Zeta-16-1 Karl June 104 If you wish to submit a proposal for the reclassification of SCP-6727, then please contact your nearest Classification Department information officer. If one is not available, then please reserve your proposal for another time. Object Class Designation: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6727 is secured within an association lock, acting between itself and designation used to inform personnel. Due to the vulnerability of said lock, personnel are to refer to SCP-6727 as "SCP-6727". Any individuals discovered to have disregarded this rule, could potentially face involuntary termination. If termination is unavailable to the scheduled individual due to a drop in consistency, said individual is to voluntarily attempt to self-terminate via any methods available to them. If this task is not fulfilled, then you have functionally rearranged all paradigms centred around Foundation SCP classification. A list of potential designations for SCP-6727 has been compiled below: Lock # SCP-6727 Designation Association Lock I [REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] Association Lock II [REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] Association Lock III [REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] Association Lock IV [REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] Association Lock V [REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] Association Lock VI [REMOVED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] If all of the following potential designations are found to be incompatible with SCP-6727, then it should yet again be designated "SCP-6727" despite all logical irregularities in this method. Regarding the Object Class of SCP-6727, it should be noted that it has been revised at several different instances during the development of SCP-6727's designation. This has led to SCP-6727's object class being regarded as unimportant or flimsy among Foundation personnel. It is important to be self aware of this effect, as to fully grasp the scope of SCP-6727's containment (see Incident-6727-alpha). Medical personnel should be looking out for the following symptoms of those affected by mental unauthorised redesignation of SCP-6727: Slurred speech Misplacement of simple words/phrases Unorthodox usage of words/phrases Incorrect pronunciation of "SCP-6727" Propagation of unofficial SCP documentation Manifesting non-nominal depictions of SCP-6727 Volatile thoughts Personnel witnessing these symptoms are to immediately report it to site command. Incident-6727-alpha: On the 26/4/1987, MTF-Zeta-16 ("Available") operative Karl June was suspected of having mentally redesignated SCP-6727 to an unknown designation. His symptoms were ignored however and he was allowed to participate in several Foundation operations. During an operation in which Karl was aboard a Foundation Boeing-C-17 Transport Aircraft, Karl passed out and collapsed. It was reported that he'd begun bleeding from his mouth and nose. This was later identified as SCP-6727 repurposing Karl June's name to be used as its designation as opposed to its SCP designation. + Interview Log - Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Mackintosh Interviewee: Karl June <Begin> Dr. Mackintosh enters the room, aligning a stack of papers on the table as he sits down. Dr. Mackintosh: First things first, I'd like to establish who it is I'm talking to. Karl June, or [DESIGNATION INVALID]? Karl June: (Produces an auditory anomaly.) Dr. Mackintosh: That won't work here unfortunately. Dr. Mackintosh sits back in his chair. Dr. Mackintosh: That settles it then. What happens to the consciousness once you've taken over? There's no transference or anything? Karl June remains silent. Dr. Mackintosh: Screening showed us that several portions of the brain had become functionally dead, so we're quite amazed that you can still talk and walk for the most part. It's clear that whatever is controlling that body is foreign to our reality, am I right? Karl June remains silent. Dr. Mackintosh: You see, whatever we class you as becomes royally fucked. Whether that was the GOC or Insurgency is irrelevant, the point is that coherency has heavily decreased since your designation was changed. The more names you get, the more… well you get the picture. Karl June remains silent. Dr. Mackintosh: Look, I got a million other things to do rather than sit here and do nothing, so you can either talk or we both watch the world slowly become more and more inconsistent. You were once a council member, for christ's sake. Karl June remains silent, prompting Dr. Mackintosh to leave his seat and walk towards the door. Karl June: SCP-6727. Dr. Mackintosh: Huh? Who'd have thought it'd sound like that? <End> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6727" by Bread_Tyrant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6727. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6728

archon

BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/6728 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6728 Item#: 6728 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures SCP-6728 is currently believed to be extinct in the wild due to prior Foundation containment procedures. Individuals below Level 5 security clearance are to remain uninformed of SCP-6728's implementations. If an individual does not have proper clearance, they are to be told that the only known instances of SCP-6728 still in existence are a collection of 26 seeds and cuttings from mature SCP-6728 specimens contained within Site-77's cold storage wing. A supply of preserved gametes are stored in the same location. SCP-6728 storage is accessible with Level 1 or higher security clearance. All organizations worldwide involving instruction, licensing, or oversight of plumbers or plumbing must be subject to Foundation oversight. Foundation staff implanted in archaeological and paleontological groups are to monitor dig sites for any instances of SCP-6728-1. Instances of SCP-6728-1 are to be documented, destroyed, and replaced with new versions that do not depict SCP-6728. Any non-Foundation persons that encounter SCP-6728-1 instances are to be detained, interrogated, and administered Class C amnestics. Foundation web crawlers are to continually search for and purge any discussion that may potentially be related to SCP-6728 or SCP-6728-1. Due to the likelihood of uncontained SCP-6728-1 instances causing a ßK-Class "Lifted Veil"1 scenario, their containment has been deemed utmost priority for Foundation personnel. Description SCP-6728 is a species of pitcher plant closely related to Nepenthes lowii2. All instances of SCP-6728 display complete albinism and are thus incapable of photosynthesis, gaining nutrition exclusively through digestion of biological matter that falls into the pitcher. Pitchers of SCP-6728 are abnormally tough and waxy, often described as feeling akin to plastic or ceramic. The pitcher of SCP-6728 secretes digestive enzymes, though the digestive effects are rather weak. It is best suited to breaking down matter that has already been through the digestive process of another organism. SCP-6728's roots have been found to secrete excess nutrients from digested material instead of absorbing nutrients from the soil. It has been theorized that this adaptation allows SCP-6728 to grow in otherwise inhospitable environments or in areas where it would face steep competition for available resources. SCP-6728-1 are written accounts, artistic depictions, photographs, or fossilized remains of SCP-6728 created prior to 1935. At the time of writing, upwards of 2,000 individual SCP-6728-1 instances have been recovered and subsequently destroyed, with the most recent SCP-6728-1 instance discovered on 22 Dec 2024 23:25. + SCP-6728-1 Example - SCP-6728-1 Example Fountain by Marcel Duchamp, the most well-known SCP-6728-1 instance. Addenda Addendum 1: Risk of ßK-Class "Lifted Veil" Scenario DECLASSIFICATION REQUEST: SCP-6728 To put it bluntly, SCP-6728 may be the single most unnecessary threat to Foundation secrecy at present. To say it is hidden in plain sight would be an injustice, because very little about SCP-6728 is hidden at all. How many people each year have to be amnesticized after trying to renovate their own homes? The degree to which we have to actively maintain this coverup is unsustainable. I propose declassification of SCP-6728 by revealing it to the public, pretending that it is a "newly discovered" species that had lived alongside humans and simply been forgotten. It would take some years to fully extract it from the tangle of Foundation activity surrounding it, but it would be better to have this thing dealt with before it blows up in our faces. - Dr. Uwe O5 Decision: DENIED (3 in favor, 7 against, 3 abstain) There is no reasonable way to hide what the Foundation has done here. The cost has been sunk. We knew that we were digging this grave for ourselves when we allowed SCP-6728 into people's homes. Pretend that it was announced as a species recently discovered from fossil evidence, that it shaped modern plumbing only to be forgotten. How would a resurgence of wild populations of SCP-6728 be explained away? How much time and effort would have to be spent removing every installed SCP-6728 in the United States alone? How long would it be before people start to realize that it was covered up, not simply "forgotten"? It is not viable to declassify SCP-6728. - O5-█ Addendum 2: History Discovery of SCP-6728 predates the "modern" SCP Foundation, and as such, records of early containment of SCP-6728 are inexact. The date of its discovery is unknown, but is estimated to have been as early as the 1840s during westward expansion of the United States. Fossil evidence shows that SCP-6728 has existed in the region roughly as long as Homo sapiens have inhabited it. Current estimates place it diverging from its most recent common ancestor 15,000 years ago, rapidly evolving to fill a niche created by human habitation. Farming practices in the late 1800s and early 1900s made SCP-6728's role in the ecosystem far more vital as nutrients were rapidly stripped from the soil. As competition among other plant species was eliminated, SCP-6728 became more and more prominent in the wild, despite efforts by predecessor organizations to contain it. The following is a transcription of a recovered ASCI3 document regarding SCP-6728. DESIGNATION: ODDITY 728 "OUTHOUSE" DATE: JULY 28TH, 1926 DETAILS: ABNORMALLY LARGE PITCHER PLANT. WHITE, HARDENED LEAVES. FULL-GROWN PLANT CAPABLE OF SUPPORTING UPWARDS OF 200 LBS. UNIDENTIFIED CORROSIVE LIQUID STORED IN "BOWL" CREATED BY LEAVES. ROOTS ARE REINFORCED WITH IRON. BURRS ATTACH TO ANYTHING THAT RESTS ON LEAVES. ANIMALS, HUMANS WITNESSED DEFECATING INTO PLANT. KNOWN LOCATIONS: BOCA COUNTY, COLORADO; MORTON COUNTY, KANSAS; DUNDY COUNTY, NEBRASKA; UNION COUNTY, NEW MEXICO; BEAVER COUNTY, OKLAHOMA; SHERMAN COUNTY, TEXAS DANGER POTENTIAL: CHOKES OUT CROPS. ACID BURNS FROM ATTEMPTED REMOVAL BY CIVILIANS. POTENTIAL FOR CHILDREN TO FALL INTO PLANT. OTHER NOTES: DURABLE "BOWL" REPELS TOOLS DESIGNED FOR HACKING OR CUTTING; USE OF FIRE RECOMMENDED. HEAT SOFTENS LEAVES SIGNIFICANTLY, REMOVES WAXY OUTER LAYER. APPARENTLY EDIBLE WHEN COOKED. FLAVOR SIMILAR TO BRUSSELS SPROUTS. PERSONNEL UNWILLING TO TEST THIS PROPERTY. RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: EXTIRPATION. Full extinction of SCP-6728 was achieved by 1932. Addendum 3: Analysis of Localized GH-Class "Dead Greenhouse"4 Event Between 1934 and 1940, the western United States, along with parts of Mexico and Canada, suffered a period of agricultural collapse characterized by continual dust storms. As full extermination of SCP-6728 from the wild was achieved only two years prior, it is believed that containment efforts may have catalyzed the disaster. SCP-6728's ability to draw nutrients from waste and fertilize soil with it, along with the sturdy and sprawling nature of its root systems, had likely made it an integral part of local ecosystems. In order to restore agricultural stability, it was proposed that SCP-6728 be incorporated into architecture, with O5 approval following shortly after. Concealment of SCP-6728 as part of plumbing was enacted, incorporating a tank of water and a system of pipes connected to a mechanical lever that would drain waste from external housing and into the acidic chambers of SCP-6728. Stricter containment procedures were put in place to reflect this proposal, and SCP-6728 was upgraded from Clearance Level 2 to Level 5 on O5 Council orders. DECLASSIFICATION REQUEST: SCP-6728 After thorough review, it has been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that SCP-6728 is not anomalous. It evolved naturally alongside humanity. This would not be the first time an object in our possession was discovered to be explainable in a more mundane manner. In all previous cases, these non-anomalies have been marked as explained to reflect that knowledge. Why should SCP-6728 be any different? - Dr. Uwe O5 Decision: DENIED (0 in favor, 13 against, 0 abstain) We are aware of SCP-6728's nature. It is simply too late to change course. Containment will proceed as normal. - O5-█ Footnotes 1. A type of K-Class Scenario in which the Foundation or the anomalous become public knowledge. See Addendum 1 for details. 2. Also known as Low's pitcher plant. 3. American Secure Containment Initiative, a precursor organization to the SCP Foundation 4. A type of K-Class Scenario dealing with planet hospitability to human habitation, in this instance referring to desertification and subsequent famine. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6728" by Agisuru, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6728. Licensed under CC-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: Duchamp_Fountaine.jpg Name: Fountain Creator: Marcel Duchamp Photographer: Alfred Stieglitz License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Duchamp_Fountaine.jpg

SCP-6729

euclid

Item #: SCP-6729 Special Containment Procedures: Outside of work hours, SCP-6729 is confined to custom-made humanoid containment quarters at Site-19-S. All personnel wishing to visit SCP-6729 in these quarters must first submit a request to its handler1. SCP-6729 is not permitted to leave the confines of Site-19-S, save for direct orders from the Director and must always be supervised by its handler on such occasions. As this file is viewable by SCP-6729, information related to the containment array installed throughout the Site and the various security protocols concerning it is kept in separate files restricted to the relevant personnel2. The clearance provided to SCP-6729 is derived from the one previously given to Dr. ███████. It allows SCP-6729 access to Site-19-S' own intranet and to matters pertaining to Dr. ███████’s work, but not to wider information regarding the Foundation's operations. All personnel working closely with SCP-6729 must undergo bimonthly psychological evaluations. Description: SCP-6729 is an extra-dimensional entity that currently inhabits the corpse of former Foundation researcher Dr. ███████. The precise method of Dr. ███████’s possession is currently unknown, but it is known that it occurred during an experiment conducted by the researcher, the details of which were not shared with other personnel3. SCP-6729’s host body shows no physical signs of decay despite having been in containment for ██ years and retaining no vitals or observable organ functions. While it has no need for nutrition, SCP-6729 regularly consumes food and drink, both to mimic human behaviour and for its enjoyment. SCP-6729 does not digest anything that it ingests, displacing it instead to an unknown location believed to be outside baseline reality. SCP-6729's true form is unknown. However, during one test, when asked about what it looked like prior to inhabiting Dr. ███████, SCP-6729 morphed its host body into a large writhing mass of tendrils, eyes, and teeth4. SCP-6729 proceeded to remark that this display was “close enough.” All researchers that witnessed the transformation were administered Class A amnestics at their own requests. While SCP-6729 retains Dr. ███████’s appearance, it is able to distort its host body and often does so, even when unobserved. It has been recorded splitting its skin open, growing additional limbs identical to Dr. ███████’s, as well as manifesting various organs and appendages non human in origin. With time and effort, SCP-6729 is able to heal from any injuries it receives. It is, however, unable to undo injuries sustained by Dr. ███████ prior to his death. Addendum 1: Initial containment VIDEO LOG 08/30/2013: NOTE: Prior to this event, Dr. ███████ was, along with Dr. Sullivan and Director Carter, one of the only three Level 4 personnel stationed at Site-19-S, an offshoot meant to house low-priority projects and personnel away from the overcrowded Site-19. Dr. ███████'s research was focused on identifying extradimensional threats and devising containment procedures for them before they entered baseline reality. This research was disturbed by some of the objects contained within Site-19 and Dr. ███████ used his personal connection to Dr. Sullivan to request a transfer. Director Carter, still in office at the time, was eager to improve his Site's standing and accepted the request. [BEGIN LOG] 09:15: Dr. ███████ finishes his early morning duties and heads down to the Site's Archives. 09:19: Dr. ███████ encounters Dr. Sullivan on his way to the Archives. Dr. Sullivan tries to start a friendly conversation. Dr. ███████ cuts her attempt short, claiming to be in a hurry, and presses ahead. 09:21 Dr. ███████ calls back to Dr. Sullivan from across the hallway and suggests she takes the day off. His face is turned away from the camera, but Dr. Sullivan recalls his expression as "somber." 09:32: Dr. ███████ logs into a computer within the Archives. Due to a previously undiscovered loophole, his level 4 clearance, higher than any Security personnel or Technicians stationed at Site-19-S, prevents his following activity from being logged. 10:07 Dr. ███████ exits the Archives, holding a box containing various documents pertaining to his research, and a USB stick. He then heads to his personal lab and shuts himself in. 10:44: A tremor shakes the entire Site. Breach alarms are activated but personnel are slow to react accordingly. Later investigations revealed that due to Site-19-S not housing any anomalies above the Safe class at the time, Director Carter had neglected to conduct regular training drills, leading to confusion and a lack of perceived urgency among the Site's staff. 10:49: Dr. Sullivan is one of the first personnel to take position into her assigned breach shelter. Minutes pass, and although others assigned to this shelter arrive, Dr. Sullivan notices that Dr. ███████ is still absent. 11:02: Worried, Dr. Sullivan rushes out of the shelter, towards Dr. ███████'s personal lab. 11:06: As she reaches her destination, the door to the lab is launched off its hinges with great force. A wounded Dr. ███████ stumbles out and looks at Dr. Sullivan. An unidentified substance gushes into his body through a gaping wound in his back. 11:07: Dr. ███████ says something inaudible to Dr. Sullivan and tries to reach out his hand towards her. Before she can react, Dr. ███████'s body swells and bursts open. An organic mass made of flesh, eyes and teeth spews out and begins to expand. Dr. Sullivan screams. 11:08: The mass continues to grow. Newly-grown muscles contract and expand, making it move down the hallway. Dr. Sullivan tries to collect herself. She is still sobbing when she calls in the Site's security chief. 11:11: Chief Robert Gervais, leading five other guards, arrives on the scene. They form a line between Dr. Sullivan and the growing mass, then open fire. Several of the mouths shriek in pain, the mass then backs away and contracts upon itself. 11:12: Chief Robert Gervais orders the guards to hold their fire, he shouts a question: "Are you sapient?" 11:13: Chief Robert Gervais is slammed into a wall by a newly-manifested tentacle. He collapses next to Dr. Sullivan. 11:14: Dr. Sullivan grabs hold of the chief's dropped weapon and shoots one of the entity's eye. It recoils again, before retaliating with another tentacle. Chief Robert Gervais pulls her down to the ground, the tentacle misses. Having noticed the entity's pattern of action, the guards begin pushing it back with careful, aimed shots and timed dodges 11:27: Although the entity grew faster and more accurate with time, the guards finally manage to herd it into a large containment cell, sustaining minor injuries in the process. 11:33: The entity initially lashes out against the walls of its cell, but comes to a stop after not receiving any external stimuli for 74 minutes. 13:00: The entity is designated SCP-6729. Initial containment procedures are drafted. [END LOG] Following this incident, an investigation into the failures of Director Carter was launched, which culminated in his removal from his post. Being the highest-level person at the Site with managerial training, Dr. Sullivan was appointed as interim director; she was later promoted permanently after none of the potential candidates from Site-19 proper accepted the position. During this period of transition, testing on SCP-6729 was postponed. It was observed to remain firmly in place, moving only its eyes. Its breathing grew heavy and strained. 10 days into containment, SCP-6729 began to shrink. Its size decreased incrementally over a period of five days, after which its mass began to contract and shift into more discernible shapes. VIDEO LOG 09/19/2013: NOTE: This is the first recorded instance of SCP-6729 adopting a humanoid shape. [BEGIN LOG] 03:41 SCP-6729's shape is currently a 2-meter-tall oval. It begins to contract, forming a small ball at its top, one incomplete arm at its side and two left legs at its bottom. Numerous eyes and mouths are still present all over its body. 03:55: SCP-6729 loudly enunciates the word "Walking". 03:56: SCP-6729 takes a step forward, then attempts to take a second. Its other leg is shorter than the first, causing it to fall "face" first on the ground. 03:57: SCP-6729, still on the ground, groans in apparent frustration. It does not move again for three days. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG 09/24/2013: NOTE: This is the first recorded instance of SCP-6729 adopting its current form. [BEGIN LOG] 14:36: After many attempts to stand up, SCP-6729 finally corrects the number and shape of its limbs. It pushes itself up and suddenly goes completely still. 14:47: Surveillance staff notice that SCP-6729's body appears to dry up. It begins to shrivel and crack. 15:12: The outer layer of SCP-6729's skin falls off, revealing a body in identical shape to Dr. ███████, although with different colorations of skin, eyes and hair. Its moles and scars are a perfect match for Dr. ███████'s, and it bears the large, vertical wound that Dr. ███████ suffered on his back during the breach. Although this wound remains open, no bleeding is observed. 15:17: SCP-6729 spends time looking over its body, then takes a few wobbling steps to stare directly at its cell's camera. It shouts. SCP-6729: Project Stargaze! The fifth Archon! Thaumiel-class extradimensional exodus fleet! O5-7's headquarters are in— 15:19: Chief Robert Gervais bursts into the surveillance office, shuts down their equipment then applies aerosol amnestics to everyone in the room, including himself. [END LOG] Addendum 2: Interviews As SCP-6729 had demonstrated knowledge of classified projects that Dr. ███████ had been involved with, it was decided to interview it in order to asses the extent of that knowledge, and possibly recover crucial information that was lost with Dr. ███████'s death. Director Sullivan declined to conduct the interview herself. <Begin Log> The door to SCP-6729's cell opens slightly. SCP-6729: Finally! I was wondering when someone would come in. The interviewer's hand slides into the opening, holding a grey jumpsuit. They weakly throw the jumpsuit, which lands in front of SCP-6729. Interviewer: Hey uh, if you don't mind, could you put this on? I'm not really comfortable interviewing someone naked. SCP-6729: Alright, whatever. SCP-6729 grabs the jumpsuit and puts it on backwards. The interviewer steps into the room carefully, they look around, looking for something. Interviewer: Oh yeah, I'm used to having a table for these things but I guess we were all too scared to put furniture while you were in here. SCP-6729: Just ask your questions. Interviewer: Sure! To begin with, am I talking with Dr. ███████ or SCP-6729 right now? SCP-6729: Well I'm not him, and it's the first time I've heard that number but you can use it if that's easier for you. Interviewer: So you're not him, but you have Dr. ███████'s memories? SCP-6729: Some of them, yeah. The rest is still coming in. But I remembered enough to take a shape that's more approachable for you, and to get you interested in talking to me in the first place. Interviewer: Then you should know that the Foundation is very interested in having you return that knowledge to us. SCP-6729: Yeah I know. And it's gonna depend on what you're willing to give me in return. <End Log> Following negotiations, it was agreed that SCP-6729 would share Dr. ███████'s knowledge with the Foundation in exchange for benefits such as amenities and entertainment. As per Director Sullivan's suggestion, interviews also aimed to gain more information about SCP-6729's own nature in order to improve the efficacy of its containment. <Begin Log> Interviewer: One of the big things we want to know is: why did you kill Dr. ███████? SCP-6729: It's not like I meant to. This guy was doing extradimensional stuff, right? Well I don't know if he went wrong somewhere or what, but one moment I was minding my own business orbiting the edges of Corbenic, then suddenly I get sucked into some kind of bright whirlpool. Next thing I know, I'm stuck into a place that's too cramped for all of me and doing a number on my senses. I tried to stretch a bit and… you know what happened next. Interviewer: I see, thanks for clearing it up. Do you remember what he was trying to do? SCP-6729: Not a clue. His mind got messy towards the end, you understand. <End Log> <Begin Log> SCP-6729: What are those pills for, by the way? Interviewer: Ah, those. I'm not cleared to know most of what we're talking about, so once I'm done asking and recording, I have to take one to forget about it. SCP-6729: Can I try one? Interviewer: For the sake of keeping my job, I'd rather you didn't. <End Log> <Begin Log> Interviewer: Big trade this time: if you can tell us what Dr. ███████ was working on in 2009, we'll finally install a bed in here. SCP-6729: About time! I've been wanting to try sleeping since I remembered about dreams last month! <End Log> <Begin Log> Interviewer: Since you've been exceptionally cooperative for the last two years, maybe we can do away with the numbers. Do you have a name we could call you besides SCP-6729? SCP-6729 manifests five new mouths and emits a low, growling sound. Blood drips from the interviewer's nose. Interviewer: I— I'm sorry what did you say? SCP-6729: Excuse me, I just need to— SCP-6729 clears all six throats at once. SCP-6729: [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED] The interviewer screams and bolts upright. They run to the observation window and bang their head against it, collapsing after the fourth impact. SCP-6729: Or, you know, just Grim for short. <End Log> <Begin Log> SCP-6729: When am I going to be allowed to talk to other people? Interviewer: What's wrong? Am I not enough for you? SCP-6729: Clearly not. <End Log> <Begin Log> Interviewer: Do you know if Dr. ███████ ever talked with anyone outside the Site about Project Stargaze? SCP-6729: What? No. I know he knows you had him followed the entire time. Are you running out of questions? <End Log> <Begin Log> Interviewer: Good morning to— SCP-6729 flips over the table and runs up to the interviewer. Its body shifts, manifesting more eyes over its face and a wide, fanged mouth across its neck. SCP-6729: Screw this interview! You're going to listen to me! Interviewer: I'm way too scared to refuse, so okay. SCP-6729: I've been stuck in this cell for way too many of what you call years. Interviewer: I think we're at eight now. SCP-6729: I've already told you everything he knew and you only come by when I do something worrying like try to break out, even though you've already made that impossible. Interviewer: So you want more visits? SCP-6729: No! I want out! I can work for you, I know the rules, I have all his skills and more, I'll do any dumb job I'm given as long as it gets me out of this cell. I'm losing my minds in here! Interviewer: Tell you what, you don't kill me and I'll see what I can do. <End Log> Addendum 3: Integration of SCP-6729 within Foundation staff After years of interviews, all relevant information pertaining to Dr. ███████ had been extracted from SCP-6729. As a result of Director Sullivan's orders, its limits and vulnerabilities had been comprehensively cataloged, making it one of the most securely contained items at Site-19-S. It was then determined that its inherited expertise, along with its unique perspective and willingness to work, were enough to tentatively allow it to work as a researcher. SCP-6729's integration remains an experimental and gradual process under constant monitoring. While its cooperation has been invaluable in certain instances, it has been made clear to SCP-6729 that it remains under strict observation and control at all times. While SCP-6729 is able to act professionally, and reliably produces satisfying results; its interpersonal relationships with fellow staff members are still strained, partly due to its own personality. VIDEO LOG 09/07/2017: Location: Site-19-S shared workspace. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6729 enters the room, followed by Dr. Orison. Dr. Huxley Bucket is already present within the room but neither of the two notice him, due to him having fallen asleep behind a computer. SCP-6729: I'm just saying that I think I deserve a short break. Do you know how many experiments I've completed today? Dr. Orison: Of course I do, I have had to log every one of them. SCP-6729: Exactly, then maybe you should take a break too. Dr. Orison: You know full well I cannot take my eyes off of you while you're out and about in the Site. I'll only rest when you are back in your cell. SCP-6729: Oh my god Orison. When are you going to get off my case? After all this time, you know I haven't killed anyone or been a danger to the Site. Dr. Orison: What about the interns, then? SCP-6729: Okay, yes, but it's not like we'll run out of them. And I'm pretty sure Bucket goes through them faster than I do. At this point, Dr. Bucket wakes up. Dr. Orison: And what about the South Wing? SCP-6729: I cleaned it up, didn't I? You can't blame me every time an experiment goes wrong. Dr. Orison: I very well can! Every time you do something wrong, every suspicion you give that you won't behave like a model researcher, it only makes the time I have to spend as your handler that much longer. SCP-6729: And what, do you think I enjoy this partnership more than you do? I'm already under enough restrictions, I don't need you to scrutinize everything I do. Dr. Orison: Restrictions? You're my restriction, SCP-6729! SCP-6729 frowns. SCP-6729: I have a— Dr. Orison: No, what you have is an SCP file number, because that is what you are. An annoying, never improving assignment that I will never be allowed to move on from. SCP-6729 backs away. After a few steps, it notices Dr. Bucket. SCP-6729: So you really wanna leave this place, huh. Dr. Orison: You would too, if you had ever been to any other Site. I requested a transfer from Site-17 because of work conditions there, but I would happily return if it meant leaving this: a low-end offshoot full of nothing but banal anomalies, dead-end projects and troublesome, unimportant staff! SCP-6729 smirks and points to Dr. Orison's left. SCP-6729: Oh yeah, I get it now. Do you mind repeating though? I don't think Bucket heard everything. Dr. Orison turns to see Dr. Bucket staring at the pair. A single tear rolls down Dr. Bucket's face. Dr. Bucket: I thought we were friends, Clyde. Dr. Orison: No, I… You will have to excuse me. Dr. Orison leaves the room in a hurry. SCP-6729: Nice. Now he'll leave me alone a while. Dr. Bucket: Do you want to talk about what just happened or— SCP-6729: Nope. I'm all talked out, gonna take a nap now. SCP-6729 sits in a corner of the room and closes its eyes. Later, Security Chief Robert Gervais enters the room and greets Dr. Bucket. Gervais: Hey Huxley. I just saw Orison power-walk down the hallway, is everything alright? Dr. Bucket points at the sleeping SCP-6729. Dr. Bucket: Grump and Grumper had one of their classic fights. A bit more heated than usual though. Gervais: Ah, that explains it. Do you think they'll ever learn to get along? Dr. Bucket: Probably not. But at least Grim is an improvement compared to the previous guy. Gervais: In the sense that "actually talking to us" is an improvement, yeah. Dr. Bucket: Do you ever wonder what Mister Level 4 was trying to do before he got 'sploded? I doubt he was trying to summon a nicer coworker. Gervais: I wager it would be something above our clearance, but I admit I'm curious about it too. Unfortunately, there's really only one person who knew, and his possessed corpse is taking a nap over there. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG 15/07/2017: Location: Director Sullivan's office. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6729 enters the room. Seeing it, Director Sullivan takes her eyes off of a framed picture she was contemplating, and puts it away in a desk drawer. She gestures for SCP-6729 to sit down, which it does. SCP-6729: I'm surprised you called me in here Director. See, I was under the impression you didn't like talking to me. Sullivan: I would indeed prefer to spend my time on other tasks. But when Dr. Orison files eleven incident reports in a month, I have to take action. SCP-6729: Oh come on, eleven? He's barely spoken to me since that little outburst last week. Sullivan: And I can't blame him. But Orison knows better than to let his emotions get in the way of his duties, and he has been keeping tabs on you. It seems you've let yourself go without his oversight to keep you in check. SCP-6729: No, I haven't. Sullivan: Then explain all this. SCP-6729: Do you really think I'd change my tune just because Orison isn't around? First of all, I don't care what he thinks. And secondly, I know I'm still under so much damn oversight. Just because I don't know the specifics of everything you've set up against me doesn't mean I can't see the cameras everywhere. I remember this place didn't use to have so many of them before my incident. Sullivan: The cameras aren't only monitoring you. SCP-6729: Right because there's so many more interesting things going on around here. Sullivan: If you are still behaving as usual, then what are you doing to make Orison so concerned? SCP-6729: Just doing my job properly, for once. I'm not sure exactly what Orison's specialties are, because he never talks about himself around me, but he clearly doesn't know shit about extradimensional research. I couldn't run a single test without him questioning everything I did or stopping me, because everything he didn't understand was a "security concern." So he's still complaining as much, only now it goes to you instead. Sullivan: I understand your issues, but we simply don't have any other experts on your field in our staff. Orison is a veteran from Site-17, he has the most experience with humanoid anomalies out of everyone in our Site. SCP-6729: And do they not teach staff to treat people likes humans at Site-17, or did he leave that behind when he came here? Sullivan: Look, I understand you have your issues with him, but you are not making it easy for him. Or anyone else, for that matter. If you are always this abrasive and cutting, everyone will have trouble treating you like one of their colleagues. SCP-6729: It has its advantages, you know. People don't pretend when they're around me, they don't hide how they feel about me. There's those that still slip up and call me by his old name, because they don't interact with me that often and they'd like to keep it that way. There's those that only see me as a freak in containment but are too professional to act out. It's always "SCP-6729" with them. Sometimes they lose the three letters, if they're feeling extra interpersonal. SCP-6729: And then there's the rare few, a handful really, that call me "Grim" because they see me for who I am. Well except Bucket, who's just friendly to everyone, and Gervais whose deal I still don't understand. SCP-6729: And lastly, there's you. You haven't called me by any name in all the years I've been here. It's always just "you". Did you think I wouldn't notice? Sullivan: I… what are you getting at? SCP-6729: I just want you to make up your mind, Director. Or do you want me to call you Harper? It's what he used to call you, after all, and I get the feeling that you're still clinging onto the idea that he's still somewhere in there. Well, he's not. He's gone, and it's all his own fault. SCP-6729's body quakes, its skin ripples and dark red patches begin to form. SCP-6729: And I just wish that the people in this goddamn Site would accept that it was HIS fault, not mine! That I never asked for this! That I'm not a murderous abomination waiting to rampage! Teeth sprout from the newly formed patches. A stain begins to seep through SCP-6729's clothing, originating from its back. SCP-6729: I've given you so many years, playing by the rules, never breaking our agreement, why can't that be— Director Sullivan stands up and slams her hands on her desk. Sullivan: ENOUGH! SCP-6729 is startled. Director Sullivan flips a panel on her desk, revealing a single red button. She places her hand above it. Sullivan: Do not make me press this. I will not be intimidated in my own office. SCP-6729 stares at Director Sullivan for a few seconds, its gaze shifting between her face and her readied hand. Finally, its shape returns to its usual form, and it sits down again. Director Sullivan rests her head in her hands and lets out a heavy sigh. SCP-6729: Well shit. I suppose my speech didn't go through, accompanied by a display like that. Sullivan: No, it… you've given me a lot to think about S— Grim. SCP-6729 blinks and stares at her. Sullivan: You were right, that I've been avoiding dealing with you because of some… sentiments that I have kept for too long. This has to change. You are my responsibility, both as an anomaly contained at my Site and, as a member of my staff. It is time I faced that head on. SCP-6729: What's that supposed to mean? Sullivan: It means I might need to update the terms of our arrangement, which have not changed despite your continued cooperation. SCP-6729' smile is wider than humanly possible. Sullivan: However, it also means I will be expecting more from you. SCP-6729's smile disappears, its mouth being absorbed inside its skin. Sullivan: If you really want to be on equal standing with the rest of the staff; I will have to ask you to integrate more with them. Start acting like someone who belongs here, make actual conversations. SCP-6729 nods slightly. Sullivan: I want to hear you agree. SCP-6729 scoffs. SCP-6729: Fine, okay, I'll play nicer. But what about Orison? Sullivan: He will remain your handler for now; I cannot brush aside all of his experience. But I will meet with him to discuss how we can change things, maybe give you some more autonomy in your work. SCP-6729: Better than nothing I suppose. Sullivan: And who knows. Maybe we'll end up hiring someone better suited for the job. [END LOG] ▼ (1) Pending notification ▲ Close PLEASE ENTER YOUR AUTHORIZATION CODE. 12345 WELCOME, SCP-6729. Please be reminded that employees of the SCP Foundation are expected to practice better info security. Dismiss. Understood. You will be reminded again in 48 hours. Just show me what the notification is about. The analysis of: external storage drive = "USB stick I spit out" is now complete. Finally. Show me the results. Analysis hindered by data corruption and the presence of [SUBSTANCE UNKNOWN] within the physical object. One (1) file has been recovered. That's less than I expected. What is it? File recovered: "Project details: Operation Ragweed-upon-Kewpie". … SCP-6729? I remember now, so that's what it was all about. What would you like to do with the file? Delete it. Are you sure? CONFIRM. Command confirmed. Processing… File deleted. Have a good day, SCP-6729! Footnotes 1. Currently Dr. Clyde Orison. 2. While its record remains clear of attempted breaches or other security concerns for now, it is better if we avoid giving it any ideas. — Dr. Orison. 3. As the possession process caused disturbances in both Dr. ███████’s and SCP-6729's psyche, it is unable to recall the details of the events surrounding it. 4. This form was noticeably larger and of a different coloration compared to how SCP-6729 first appeared on 08/30/2013 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6729" by Guezma, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6729. Licensed under CC-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: Name: Author: License: Source Link: Derivative of: Additional Notes:

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Look at me! I'm an info module! Yay! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6730 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force R&C Site-44 Carter C. Carter Dr. Eirlys Hargest N/A A series of drawings depicting recovered SCP-6730 related species. Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6730-related species are to be contained within the vicinity of Site-44, situated on Foulness Island in Essex, England. Given the deep-sea nature of SCP-6730 entities, constructing on-site housing at the necessary scale for all captive instances is infeasible. Only temporary housing for select instances of each species is permitted in Unit 2 of Site-44's Subterranean Housing complex, designated for limited experimentation or observation. A specified section of the southern North Sea, proximate to Site-44, has been publicly designated as off-limits under the guise of "Ministry of Defence" sea property. The demarcated sea region serves as an essential containment buffer, providing a natural environment for SCP-6730 instances without causing harm or distress to civilian populations. Enforcement measures for restricted access include appropriate signage and deterrent measures implemented to dissuade any attempts to breach the area. Integrated surveillance systems, both terrestrial and aquatic, monitor and respond to any unauthorized activities within the specified boundary. In instances where SCP-6730-related species breach this designated boundary and cannot be safely returned, termination procedures are to be executed if possible. Alternatively, misinformation campaigns are to be promptly initiated if instances are publicly discovered, ensuring any disclosed information remains speculative. Description: SCP-6730 serves as the collective designation for a set of five initially unknown deep-sea aquatic life forms. These entities were initially documented between 1932 and 1934 by the American naturalist Dr. Charles William Beebe during a series of deep-sea "Bathysphere" dives conducted in collaboration with Otis Barton. Despite each species within SCP-6730 being assigned an individual designation, Beebe introduced a unifying term in his 1934 book, "Half Mile Down," where he collectively referred to this series of, at the time, unidentified species as the "untouchable." Bermuda Research Station, Nonsuch Island. All instances sharing the SCP-6730 designation were documented and recorded by Dr. William Charles Beebe during his November 22, 1932 expedition or the subsequent one on August 11, 1934. The Foundation's Cryptozoology Division developed early interest after Dr. Beebe described unidentified aquatic life deep in the Atlantic Ocean. Personnel were dispatched in 1933, a year after his initial dives, to capture the presumed sea life. Following successful captures during these early missions, a dedicated facility was established to study SCP-6730-related species. Subterranean Sector 2 Safe Storage at Research and Containment Site-44 on Foulness Island in Essex, England, became the designated containment site for captive instances. The specific reasons for the concentration of anomalous aquatic life in this region remain unclear. Furthermore, the absence of reported instances beyond Dr. Beebe's last expedition in 1934 is not fully understood. Retroactive observations of the dive sites revealed no further unidentifiable sea life. It is plausible that the Foundation's interventions, combined with the properties of each species, resulted in a dynamic equilibrium, prompting the majority of SCP-6730 entities to withdraw or enter a state of dormancy. SCP-6730-4 stands as the singular exception, possessing attributes that render it resistant to the observed disappearance of the other species in question. Enter Level 3 Credentials? Credentials Accepted Charles William Beebe Frederick Otis Barton Jr. PoI-6730-1 Dossier Dr. Charles William Beebe in 1911. Name: Charles William Beebe Status: Deceased as of June 4, 1962 Pertinence: Born on July 29, 1877, in Brooklyn, New York, Charles William Beebe emerged as a pioneering naturalist, ornithologist, and marine biologist of great fame. Noted for his extensive expeditions, such as those to the Galápagos Islands, Trinidad, and Venezuela, led to the discovery and cataloging of numerous avian species previously unknown. Dr. Beebe's work was nothing short of high-praise, and his popularity later caught the attention of inventor Otis Barton (Then designated as PoI-6730-2) as early as 1928. Dr. Beebe conducted a series of historic deep-sea dives with Barton, notably in the "Bathysphere," a submersible designed for exploring the ocean via a tether cable. Two of these series of dives would catch the interest of the SCP Foundation, first in 1932, where Dr. Beebe first documented an instance of SCP-6730-1, SCP-6730-2, and SCP-6730-3. In 1934 he once again was able to establish the first recorded sighting of SCP-6730-4 and SCP-6730-5. After 1934, he would not attend anymore deep-sea expeditions, as a falling-out between he and Barton had soured relations. Furthermore, the economic strain brought on by the Great Depression of the time had made securing any future funds nigh-impossible during the global economic strain. Dr. Beebe would away on June 4, 1962, succumbing to natural causes. He never held any direct association with the SCP Foundation. PoI-6730-2 Dossier Name: Frederick Otis Barton Jr. Status: Deceased as of April 15, 1992 Pertinence: Otis Barton was born on June 5, 1899, in New York City. Generally, information on his early life is scarce, however it can be determined that he at least held a general interest towards engineering. In 1928, he begun plans and funding towards a deep-sea diving capsule which was designed for famed American naturalist William Beebe (Then designated as PoI-6730-1) to be submerged in. Construction finished by at least 1930, when the duo first met and thus conducted the first test dives. Beebe dubbed the device the "Bathysphere" which derived itself from the Greek words "bathos," meaning "depth," and "sphere" meaning.. well, sphere. Nonetheless, it was in Barton's invention which Beebe would document the first initial instances of SCP-6730. Barton's adeptness in designing diving bells, however, caught the attention of personnel at Research and Containment Site-44, who recognized the potential for his expertise in aiding the capture and comprehensive study of SCP-6730-related species. Following the establishment of a permanent aquatic branch at Site-44 in 1936, Barton entered into a contractual agreement under the guise of the front company "Schmidt and Corper Plating." This arrangement secured additional funding for Barton to design his diving bells. These newly new devices, upon completion, were deployed into submerged sections of Site-44's aquatic branch, which allowed for deep-sea observation of the captive SCP-6730 instances. He would pass away due to natural causes on April 14, 1992. As a contractor working directly under the Marine Cryptozoology branch at Site-44, he was only granted access to the aquatic sector of safe storage during routine test dives for observation purposes. 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒚𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒔 "Bathysphaera intacta," c. 1932. Morphological Description: SCP-6730-1, often referred to by the unofficial taxonomy of "Bathysphaera intacta," derived from "Bathysphere," the early deep-sea vessel used during the first documented recording of a SCP-6730-1 instance, and "intacta" Latin for "untouchable," is a species of aquatic life that was first observed during a initial set of experimental underwater dives in early 1932. The first instances were recorded alongside two other previously unidentified species, that currently being SCP-6730-2 as well as SCP-6730-3. The overall exterior physical appearance of species that are designated under the SCP-6730-1 classification mirror the common genus of Idiacanthus, which represents a family of dragonfishes which are frequent in the Atlantic Ocean. Nonetheless, immediate observations allow for the distinction between sea life belonging under the Idiacanthus genus, as even if similar in physical appearance, the SCP-6730-1 species have notable exterior features which are commonly accepted to be natural evolutions as a way to counter the lack of light deep beneath the ocean. Therefore, a set of enlarged photophores adorn both sides of the species, and if active, emit a near infrared light, thus appearing dim to the human eye. Famously, instances of SCP-6730-1 are noted for their large eyes, which are disproportionate even for a creature of it's great size, being paired with a frontal and rear pair of down-protruding stalks which have natural "bulbs" of photophores on their tips. All current properties that are believed to be anomalous in-nature with regards to the species of SCP-6730-1 have been entirely related to the way that the species is able to seemingly harness and gain energy from electromagnetic waves of conduction which flow through large bodies of water, such as oceans. Much to the same way of how a common fish is able to use their gills to have water perforate their bodies and thus hydrate the animal, instances of SCP-6730-1 are able to collect energy from the small amounts of electricity generated in certain molecules of ocean water. It is uncertain on if this is a natural bodily process within the species, or if SCP-6730-1 instances are able to control their electric-intake through means that are entirely non-physical. Discovery: The first instances of SCP-6730-1 were described by Dr. Charles William Beebe on his November 22, 1932 descent in the "Bathysphere" early diving vessel. During the descent off of the Bermuda coast, at nearly 2,100 feet (about 640 meters) further descent into the ocean was briefly halted, as Dr. Beebe had believed that he spotted a pair of large aquatic animals not far from the porthole-style window of the vessel. Therefore, he had enough time to secure the vessel's internal spotlight and aim it out of a secondary window, which had revealed the first pair of documented SCP-6730-1 instances. He had viewed what he called "two creatures both six-feet in length" swim completely around the diving bell, and although some rough notes were made about the unusual appearance of the unknown species, the pair of SCP-6730-1 instances would apparently swim off into the further abyss, rendering further visualization of the initial species impossible. Upon returning to the surface from the descent, Dr. Beebe documented the three species that he had apparently seen below the surface of the water, that being not only the two instances of SCP-6730-1, but as well as SCP-6730-2 and SCP-6730-3, all seen at different depths respectively. The early accounts from the incident had garnered interest from the Foundation's Cryptozoology Division, which since the encounter, been wanting to confirm the validity of the purportedly seen creatures. Nonetheless, it would not be until 1933 that personnel tasked with identifying the reported instances would be able to replicate the dive which saw the first documentation of the SCP-6730 series of creatures. After routine test dives, Foundation personnel were able to retrieve samples of the first three identified species, temporarily boarding them onto a disguised cargo ship which itself was bound for Site-44, the hub of the Foundation's Cryptozoology Division which is located on Foulness Island in Essex, England. Following the first retrieval of the species designated as SCP-6730-1 in 1933, an early analysis including a dissection made upon one of the instances aboard the vessel used for transportation to Site-44 had erroneously concluded that there was absolutely nothing anomalous in-nature about the recovered instances. It was assumed that SCP-6730-1, as well as the other captured species that being SCP-6730-2 and SCP-6730-3 might be nothing more then what the mainstream scientific notion was at the time, that the described sea creatures were just previously unidentified species that had evolved from a common ancestor to whichever genus they appeared most in-tune with. Nonetheless, it is worth noting that it is possible that no anomalous properties revealed themselves during this early dissection period as the sample in-question had not been alive, nor was it underwater, dismissing the chance to observe the species utilize their electromagnetic synthesis. Personnel originally entrusted with the initial retrieval of SCP-6730-1 instances were directed to release any living organisms of the species back into the sea, opting for the closest expansive saltwater body near the North Sea. Due to this, SCP-6730-1 entities would remain in an uncontained state until 1934. It would not be until 1934 where a newfound interest after observing the other documented species, that being SCP-6730-2 and SCP-6730-3, that it was realized that the remaining surviving captive instances of the species should be re-examined. Efforts to recontain the recently freed SCP-6730-1 instances were initiated, amassing in a process that would last nearly two years, until finally concluding in 1936. "Idiacanthus atlanticus" and "Opostomias micripnus," discovered in 1914 and 1878 respectively. Ethological Analysis: As common with most deep-sea aquatic life, the species belonging to the SCP-6730-1 designation employ a few adaptations in-order to better suit their environment. Being a natural predator, SCP-6730-1 can harness enough conduct oceanic electric currents carried in waves to produce a near-infrared emission which is meant to attract potential prey. However, it should be noted that unlike other sea creatures that produce light naturally such as Lophius piscatorius, known as the common Anglerfish, instances of SCP-6730-1 only produce such emissions when in a situation that desires such. Routine observations have shown that the species is capable of navigating the otherwise entirely darkened bodies of water as if they could see through the darkness. It is entirely plausible that the enlarged eyes of SCP-6730-1 instances are of such size on purpose, and without a doubt, play a role in this ability. Sourcing prey in the deep regions of the sea is rather obviously more uncommon then at other levels that are closer to the surface. Due to this, and once again, a naturally occurring theme for creatures that inhabit the lower levels of the ocean, their diets consume mostly of free-floating fish scales, fecal matter, and species which fall under the crustacean shrimp genus. As per most sea animals, the species does have the ability to "rest" by reducing their overall activity, but do not have the common tradition of land mammals that results in sleeping. The species presumably is kept energized by swimming, as they are undoubtedly crossing through currents which contain electric conductivity. This process is much alike normal fish species, which by swimming, allows them to stay hydrated as fresh water flows through their gills. During the reproduction cycle for the species, a strategy wherein males possess specialized organs known as photophores, will emit bioluminescent signals which serve as a way to attract and potentially court a mate. Upon encountering a receptive female instance, the male instance approaches and transfers sperm packets, known as spermatophores, to the female's specialized pouch. This pouch, located near the cloaca, functions as a receptacle for the spermatophores, allowing the female to control the timing of fertilization. After copulation, the female can choose when to release the sperm and initiate the fertilization process. "Bathyceratias trilynchus," c. 1932. Morphological Description: SCP-6730-2, commonly referred to by the suggested taxonomy of "Bathyceratias trilynchus," is a previously unidentified deep-sea aquatic species, first documented during the secondary array of deep-sea descents in the early months of 1932 off the shores of Bermuda. SCP-6730-2, as designation suggests, was one of the first described SCP-6730 related instances, recorded alongside SCP-6730-1 and SCP-6730-3. The appearance of species which are identified to fall under the SCP-6730-2 designation have the general exterior look akin to either the Ceratiidae family of fish, commonly known as "seadevils," or the related Thaumatichthyidae family of anglerfish, referred to as "wolf-trap anglers" due to their physical appearance. However, the species classified as SCP-6730-2, as of now, has yet to been linked by a common ancestor to other genera of deep-sea life. Despite bearing a great resemblance to Cryptopsaras, the "triplewart" seadevil, the species in-question lacks any dorsal fins, and have three illicia which protrude upwards out of the top of the fish, which emit a yellow glow. It is uncertain to why instances of SCP-6730-2 presumably evolved, or developed to have no stabilizing dorsal fins, or how the species can properly stabilize their own bodies and traverse through large bodies of water with such ease. Currently, all observed anomalous properties of the species belonging under the designation of SCP-6730-2 have been nonphysical. It has been observed that, when encountered with minor sea life that are classified as prey, instances of SCP-6730-2 have been able to paralyze the given prey through means uncertain. It was this function that was observed in nearly all cases of when an instance of SCP-6730-2 went to look for food, that they would be able to cripple and eliminate their prey without making physical contact. Furthermore, it is uncertain if this effect of paralyzing their prey can work on other non-sea animals, or humans, as it has been widely unethical and in some cases, impossible due to the depth that the creatures live at, to have a readily-available means of experimenting with this property. Discovery: The first recorded instances of SCP-6730-2 were documented on November 22, 1932, by Dr. Charles William Beebe. Whilst on an experimental diving vessel known as the "Bathysphere," at a depth of about 2,470 feet (about 752 meters), he had viewed a small school of these fish in the distance of the dark ocean depths. Due to the species never coming close enough to a porthole window on the Bathysphere, Dr. Beebe had been unable to provide a long, or very descriptive inquiry about the unknown species. Nonetheless, he was able to pen down their rough details, but it wouldn't be until Foundation intervention that the creatures could undergo proper inspection. Although the Foundation's Cryptozoology Division was well aware of a series of potentially new sea life deep beneath the Atlantic Ocean as early as Dr. Beebe's first accounts in 1932, direct intervention would not originally occur until roughly a year after in 1933. Personnel tasked with managing the investigation had finally concurred enough of a basis to secure the proper resources needed in-order to replicate the experimental deep-sea dives that had first been responsible for early documentation of SCP-6730-2. Early dives on the behalf of the Foundation would occur in the same vicinity as the original descents had, and would indeed confirm Dr. Beebe's findings, and several instances of SCP-6730-2, as well as SCP-6730-1 and SCP-6730-3 would be resurfaced during separate dive efforts spanning the year. Instances of all previous designations would be temporarily housed on a Foundation-operated vessel, disguised as a cargo ship. Early investigations on SCP-6730-2 had yielded no notable anomalous properties, or physical oddities. Whilst SCP-6730-2 did have external features that were similar, but did not yet match other aquatic life at the time, it could easily be placed under the assumption of a undiscovered deep-sea species. It would not be until later observations would deduce that SCP-67300-2 instances had the ability to cripple their prey through non-physical means that these uncertain possibilities were considered. Further testing of this ability proved that other sea creatures, even large natural predators such as the Architeuthis family of giant squids were suspectable to being paralyzed by the species belonging to SCP-6730-2. TEST LOG 6730-2 TEST LOG 6730-2 Test 6730-2 1 Variable Centrobranchus; common "lantern fish" Protocol A school of common lantern fish of the same species are to be released in a observed environment with at least one instance of SCP-6730-2. Result The given prey were easily crippled, and seemingly killed entirely by SCP-6730-2's paralyzing method. Asides from this, nothing out of the ordinary occurred, and the smaller fish were easily consumed. Test 6730-2 2 Variable Architeuthis dux; "giant squid" Protocol One giant squid of the Architeuthis dux species is to be released in proximity to at least one instance of SCP-6730-2. Result After a time of roughly five minutes, the giant squid had appeared lifeless, although it was notably still breathing. SCP-6730-2 had paralyzed it, but could not consume the large mass, as it was both too big and not decayed enough for the rather small mouth of the SCP-6730-2 designated species to consume it. Ethological Analysis: The behavior of SCP-6730-2 is absolutely predatory in nature, being the most violent of the five total species belonging to the SCP-6730 series of designations. Observations have shown that the life cycle of a SCP-6730-2 instance only revolves around the themes of being able to consume food to live, and finding a mate for reproduction. The average recorded lifespan of SCP-6730-2 instances thus far is only two and a half years for male specimens, and up to five total years for females. This is a stark contrast to species that SCP-6730-2 instances are similar to, as for example the common anglerfish order that being Lophiiformes typically range upwards for twenty-five to thirty years depending on environmental factors, as well as the sex of the animal. It is unclear why the SCP-6730-2 species have drastically shorter lifespans then most aquatic life, however a possible theory is the great speed of their metabolism could be a factor, further explaining why the creatures are so predatory in nature. The diet of the SCP-6730-2 species has no particular range, as limited testing has prevailed no certain patterns in what instances of SCP-6730-2 consume. Observations have made it clear that the species will attempt to eat any item, regardless if it is alive or inanimate. The feeding period also generally has no guided direction, as the instances regularly consume prey throughout their lives, regardless if it rapid-succession or periods that extend upwards of hours. Rather than engaging in traditional forms of sexual reproduction, the species employ a strategy characterized by parasitism. In this process, two smaller male instances of SCP-6730-2 act as parasites, latching onto a larger female instance. The two smaller males, known as parasitic mates, establish a symbiotic relationship with the female, fusing with her circulatory system and essentially becoming parasitic extensions of it's body. This fusion allows the female to provide sustenance to the parasitic mates and, in turn, facilitates their reproductive function. The parasitic mates, once attached, undergo significant physiological changes, losing many of their independent characteristics and becoming reliant on the female for essential nutrients. This parasitic bond between the trio of afflicted specimens ensures a constant source of sperm for the female instance, allowing for continuous reproduction. "Bathysphereon elysium," c. 1932. Morphological Description SCP-6730-3, colloquially known by the unofficial genus of "Bathysphereon elysium," with "Bathysphereon" being derived from the early diving bell known as the "Bathysphere" which allowed for the first documentation of the species, and "elysium" coming from the Greek word used to describe a sort of "underworld," was the third of the first three previously unidentified deep-sea aquatic creatures that were observed off the coast of Bermuda during an early series of experimental dives in 1932. The other specimens that were identified alongside SCP-6730-3 were SCP-6730-1, as well as SCP-6730-2. The general exterior appearance of SCP-6730-3 has been allocated to that of the the genus of Belonidae, better known as the family of needlefish, or the Lepisosteidae family of Garfish. Nonetheless, it is of note that these are only rough comparisons, as the species that is SCP-6730-3 do not genuinely appear to be closely related, or linked by a common ancestor. Furthermore, it is the species of SCP-6730-3 instances that were found last in the original series of 1932 dives, as observations have revealed that they typically only inhabit the deeper ranges of the ocean, and the genera of fish presented above are not entirely capable of survival in such depths. Properties pertaining to SCP-6730-3 that have been noted to not be of natural occurrence also appear to be direct methods of survival adaptations, or at least play a key role in the survival of the species. The external layer of SCP-6730-3 is completely scaleless, and instead the species is only protected by a thin layer of skin. The skin in-question has been observed to interchangeably "mix" with patterns and intervals of glaring colors, boasting surprising reflectivity. It is uncertain how the skin of SCP-6730-3 is able to perform such opportunities, especially when paired with the observation of SCP-6730-3, as when not directly exposed to an outside source of light, the recorded instances will appear competently unseen with the darkness of the deep ocean due to a general lack of sunrays that can penetrate the dense layers of water. Furthermore, it is odd for this ability to be present when coupled with the damaging aspect of the species, assumed to be some sort of defensive mechanism, as viewing the bright reflections and colors on the skin layer of SCP-6730-3 can cause strain on the retina, as it is believed that the epidermis is emitting ultraviolet rays which can burn the tissue of the eye, not to dissimilar from the effect of staring at a bright object. Furthermore, it was originally believed that SCP-6730-3 had no internal skeleton due to the notable process of adjustment in-which instances of SCP-6730-3 are able to elongate themselves, and morph into positions or overall proportions which had not been prior recorded on any other living organism. Due to this, the assumption was a chondrichthyan, similar to how the Psychrolutes marcidus, commonly known as the Blobfish, can depress itself and be shaped by the ocean around them due to being cartilaginous. It would only be until later dissection of captive instances of SCP-6730-3 that it was determined that the species did contain a solid internal skeleton, which put the ability to seemingly morph and stretch impossible to do naturally. Discovery: The original documentation, and thus the first known in-relation to SCP-6730-3 was on November 22, 1932, by Dr. Charles William Beebe whilst submerged aboard the "Bathysphere," which was an early diving bell. After the observation of SCP-6730-2 at the paused interval of 2,470 feet (roughly 752 meters), the descent would resume for another period of unspecified time until the vessel reached a total depth of slightly over 2,500 feet (762 meters). At this depth, Dr. Beebe had once again activated the internal spotlight and aimed it out of a porthole window, revealing that the vessel they were in was located in a school of an uncountable amount of SCP-6730-3 instances, which were not able to be seen without the spotlight enabled. Dr. Beebe had recounted that the species was of an uncertain genus, and although appeared to be that of a common Gar, he was certain that they could have not been related. He had also made the claim of, whilst observing the fish, they appeared to distort their shape, however he was uncertain if it was the fish itself, or a naturally occurring illusion caused by the fused-quartz window, or the ocean currents. After further dives were halted in late 1932, the Foundation Cryptozoology division, who had been following the reports of the encounters with the series of potentially undiscovered sea life, had begun an investigation aiming at recovery of the three documented species, that being SCP-6730-1, SCP-6730-2, and of SCP-6730-3. Ultimately, the efforts to retrieve the initial first samples of the species into Foundation captivity were successful, and there would be temporarily held on a cargo vessel aimed at being transported back to the Cryptozoology division's main hub, located at Site-44 on Foulness Island in Essex, England. It was during these initial retrievals of SCP-6730-3 instances that personnel would receive levels of minor eye damage whilst attempting to recover the species, as although previous documentation had stated the creatures would be bright, the true effect of how capable the instances were of this was not made clear until later observations. Ethological Analysis: SCP-6730-3 is one of the three natural prey in the species series which share the SCP-6730 series of designations, the other instances being SCP-6730-4 and SCP-6730-5. Nonetheless, the species still has developed a series of ways to, at the very least, ward off potential predator wildlife beneath the ocean. As the outermost layer of skin, or the epidermis, of SCP-6730-3 is ultraviolet in nature, and can cause at damage to the retina and cornea of the eyeball. Therefore, despite being small and rather passive compared to most sea life, it would be exceedingly difficult for a predatory underwater species to effectively terminate an instance of SCP-6730-3 due to the extreme brightness of it's outer skin layer. It has been observed through protective lenses that SCP-6730-3 often unwillingly can blind sea life around it's body, which has been made apparent from the many observations which lead unassuming predators to convulse after having their retinas visibly burn. Any attempts from natural predators to consume instances of SCP-6730-3 have also been met with considerable challenge. In the observed times that an instance of SCP-6730-3 had an attempt to be eaten by a predator, the instance of SCP-6730-3 would effectively counter any attempts to devour it by rapidly changing it's mass, either elongating or shrinking, or taking up a shape which is utterly uncomfortable for the predator. It is as of now undeterminable how the species known as SCP-6730-3 are able to understand the defensive nature of being able to morph their bodies, or how they precisely know which rough shapes to occupy during a predatory attack. Unlike non-anomalous aquatic species, SCP-6730-3 exhibits the ability to undergo a form of asexual reproduction similar to that of parthenogenesis. This reproductive strategy enables a lone instance of SCP-6730-3 to produce viable offspring without the involvement of a mate. During periods conducive to reproduction, an instance of SCP-6730-3 will initiate a specialized physiological process where unfertilized eggs undergo activation and development. This parthenogenesis allows the eggs to mature into fully formed juvenile instances, and are typically alive in the birthing instance until the eventual natural release. This has been observed as an adaptation to the surroundings of the deep-sea, as there are typically a lack of nesting areas. "Bathyembryx istiophasma," c. 1934. Morphological Description: SCP-6730-4, commonly known by the proposed taxonomy of "Bathyembryx istiophasma," with "Bathyembrx" being derived from the early diving bell first used to observe the species, itself known as the "Bathysphere," and "istiophasma" being a combination of the Greek word "istio" relating to skin, and the Latin word of "phasma" meaning specter, or ghastly, is a previously unidentified species first documented during a routine set of deep-sea dives off of the coast of Bermuda in 1934. The first instances of SCP-6730-4 observed were not recorded at the time of when the species belonging to SCP-6730-1, SCP-6730-2, and SCP-6730-3 were observed during 1932, instead the instances of SCP-6730-4 would be observed on the same day as when the species classified under the SCP-6730-5 designation would be documented for the first time as well. The species belonging to the SCP-6730-5 classification does not seem to roughly match any known or documented genus or family of sea life on record, a which itself is a theme not to uncommon with the rest of the series that share a SCP-6730 designation. Upon first documentation by Dr. Charles William Beebe in 1934, he had assumed that the species could have been related to the Cetomimidae genus, which dependent on sex, are usually referred to as "whalefish" in-regards to a female, or bignose fishes" for male specimen. However, fish that are under this family of sea life exhibit immense sexual dimorphism, a theme that is not present with recorded instances of SCP-6730-4, coming to the assumption that the species is entirely asexual, or lacking any distinction between two sexes. It cannot be determined through observations if instances of SCP-6730-4 are natural prey, or predators. Despite the species exterior appearance being more akin to natural prey, the considerable size of fully matured instances cast doubt on this assumption. Furthermore, the anomalous prosperities exhibited by instances of SCP-6730-4 effectively render them unclassifiable on the natural order between prey and predators, as it has been recorded that the species exhibits a sort of "blindness" in-terms of rendering their surroundings. Due to this, the species seemingly pay no attention towards any potential obstacles or other aquatic life in their proximity, and when observed, even are able to glide through physical matter as if it were non-existent. To this point, it is entirely uncertain if SCP-6730-4 instances are even properly aware of their surroundings, or if they are able to comprehend the actions that regular sea life partake in, such as swimming, and using their gill system to breathe. Due to the extreme difficulty in effectively capturing the species known as SCP-6730-4, they have been set to be uncontainable, and efforts to eliminate the species in a controlled manner have occurred in prior times. It is not known if it would be possible to use other non-physical methods to contain instances of SCP-6730-4, as tangible matter has not proved efficient due to their constant ability to seemingly phase through such objects. Furthermore, it should be noted that all observed instances of SCP-6730-4 are seemingly constantly in some sort of movement. Discovery: Unlike the original three instances that are SCP-6730-1, SCP-6730-2, and SCP-6730-3, the previously unidentified species which has now been designated under the SCP-6730-4 classification was first documented two years after the former series, on August 11, 1934, once again by Dr. Beebe during a routine deep-sea dive using the early diving bell known as the Bathysphere. The species was the first of the last two previously unknown species to be documented, the other and final being SCP-6730-5 which was observed after the first instances of SCP-6730-4. Shortly after the descent in the diving bell had begun, the vessel would be halted at nearly 1,500 feet (about 457 meters), in-order to allow Dr. Beebe to observe a series of fish that he claimed to see when viewing outside one of the three porthole windows on the Bathysphere. He had briefly documented the species of being akin to a genus that he was uncertain of, and that the fish observed, whilst resembling common epipelagic zone species, were rather large for the depths that the species had been recorded at. Furthermore, he had properly observed the characteristic and documented that it appeared that the species he had seen were lacking in-terms of comprehension, and had wondered if the species were running off of motor-neuron functions. Physical observations by the means of dissection, or even viewing the species in a stable or reliable environment has proved inefficient due to the capabilities of SCP-6730-4 instances, making it neigh-impossible to observe the species in a controlled session. This issue came apparent during the initial process of capturing the species in 1935, as personnel from the Foundation's Cryptozoology Division had been unaware that attempting to grasp or permanently store the species was infeasible. Therefore, no physical investigations on any instances of SCP-6730-4 have been possible. It was originally believed that personnel could terminate a specimen of the species and then resurface the carcass for studies, however, it was observed that upon death of the species, their physical matter rapidly break down and deteriorate. Ethological Analysis: Since it is undeterminable if instances of the SCP-6730-4 species are supposed to be natural prey or predators, most, if not all, written documentation that has been currently observed come from visually interpreting the few instances of the species that have been recorded by Foundation personnel. Therefore, the adaptations that the species partake in cannot be determined if they are an immediate cause of some internal factor. Nonetheless, it can be noted that the species metaphysical abilities when it comes to the terms of solid, physical matter, are a remarkable instinct, as this property virtually renders all instances of SCP-6730-4 to be immune to outside predatory attacks from other sea life. Furthermore, it has previously been observed that when attacked by a sea predator, the specimens viewed had no reaction, as if they were unaware of the attack itself. Consumption by SCP-6730-4 instances is a direct consequence of their front physical features, as what is believed to be their mouth is permanently ajar, allowing the species to simply swim in order to feed, similar to other filter-feeding sea life. It should be noted that while instances of SCP-6730-4 are seemingly able to glide through solid matter unaffectable, the stray bits of feed that are consumed do not phase through the specimen. SCP-6730-4's reproductive process commences when the entity, in its phasing state, encounters a suitable substrate, typically solid or semi-solid material. Upon finding an appropriate substrate, an instance of SCP-6730-4 undergoes a process resembling mitosis, wherein the entity undergoes self-division. Unlike typical mitotic processes observed in cellular reproduction, the SCP-6730-4 species division is metaphysical, involving the separation of its spectral essence rather than cellular structures. This metaphysical division results in the creation of two distinct instances of SCP-6730-4, each retaining the phasing ability and spectral characteristics of the original specimen. "Bathysidus pentagrammus," c. 1934. Morphological Description: SCP-6730-5, typically referred to by the unofficial taxonomy of "Bathysidus pentagrammus,' with "Bathysidus" being derived from the word "Bathysphere," which was the experimental diving bell that allowed for the first recorded documentation of the species, and "pentagrammus" as in reference to the "five-lines" of photophores that adorn the animal, is a once unidentified aquatic species which was documented alongside SCP-6730-4 off of the Bermuda coast in 1934. The species that belongs to the SCP-6730-5 designation was, currently still is, the last observed species that were recorded during deep-sea dives spanning from 1932 to 1934. The exterior appearance of SCP-6730-5 does not immediately bring any stark comparisons to other known or documented genera that has been identified, although they share a rough similarity in shape to the Chaetodontidae group of sea life, which are commonly known as "butterflyfish." Nonetheless, the species is unmistakably notable for being oblong, or "disk" shaped, which such proportions are not present on currently recorded aquatic creatures. Furthermore the lateral sides of the species are adorned with five rows of large photophores which warp around the overall skin of the fish, and emit a dim but yellow light, which themselves are completely encircled by a much smaller diameter of photophores which glare purple. When viewing SCP-6730-5 in person, as the property described is not capturable via photography, or other means of capturing an image, the viewer will begin to feel an overwhelming and profound sense of emotional euphoria, similar if not exactly matched to the phenomenon known as Stendhal syndrome. All effects that are common to the phenomena are exhibited with viewing an instance of SCP-6730-5, with the viewer often making remarks of the profound beauty in the lights produced by the instance aloud. Typically, the observer will be broken of sight naturally, as the effecting instance will typically swim away if able to. However, severe cases observed in remote environments which did not allow a viewing subject to look away have consistently ended in an increase of blood pressure, typically leading to minor heart attacks or temporary loss of consciousness. The Bathysphere after re-emergence in 1934. Discovery The first documented instance of the SCP-6730-5 species was on the same descant which had recorded and observed the first known instance of SCP-6730-4, on August 11, 1934, once again by Dr. Charles William Beebe. Whilst in the Bathysphere diving vessel, and after describing an series of SCP-6730-4 instances, the vessel would submerge itself to a total depth of 1,900 feet (about 579 meters). At this depth, Dr. Beebe had become engrossed with viewing outside of one of the Bathysphere's three fused-quartz porthole windows, as he was enamored with observing two instances of SCP-6730-5. Until the species inevitably swam off, he had recounted aloud about how they were seemingly the most beautiful creatures that he had ever seen, and that he would "never forget" his encounter. It is uncertain how long Dr. Beebe had been observing the species before they swam off into the darkness of the ocean, nonetheless, he quickly was able to write profound detailing of them, better than any of the other recorded SCP-6730related instances. After the expedition beneath the Atlantic Ocean in 1934, the Foundation's Cryptozoology Division would once again be deployed to investigate and recover the purported newly found, unidentified sea creatures. Upon the realization that prior instances of SCP-6730-4 during the operation could not be successfully recovered due to properties of their own, (see SCP-6730-4 "Bathyembryx") further efforts as to not waste resources were diverged into bringing the species of SCP-6730-5 instances into Foundation captivity. However, Dr. Beebe's original documentation of SCP-6730-5 did not garner enough concern for there to be any anomalous viewing effects on the creatures, which in-turn caused severe consequences towards the containment efforts. Most personnel, upon site of the instances, became too engrossed in observing the creatures to continue the captivity efforts, and had to be either forcefully removed from a line of vision towards the species, or in some cases, had to wait for the eventual time where the targeted instances would swim away and out of site. Nonetheless, containment efforts were able to lay capture to an assumed majority of the species in the original area of discovery, albeit the phenomena cast upon viewers tasked with the assignment of capture led to a lengthy period of time, concluding in 1936. Ethological Analysis: The apparent abnormalities with the observed instances of SCP-6730-5 that cause the phycological effect similar to Stendhal syndrome have little to no effect on other sea life, rendering the effects of the SCP-6730-5 only potentially threatening to human observers. This also means that the species are natural prey in the wild, exhibiting typical behavior not too dissimilar to many other genera of standard aquatic life whom are docile in nature. Instances of SCP-6730-5 rarely feed, and certain more notable specimens of the species have gone upwards of one month before actively looking for potential feed. The initiation of the reproductive cycle is marked by the species ability to dynamically alter the color of its photophores across the observable color spectrum. This spectral display serves as a visual signal to attract potential mates within its deep-sea habitat. During the courtship phase, SCP-6730-5 instances engage in synchronized displays of vibrant and intricate light patterns, using their ability to generate a great array of light. The choice of colors and the complexity of the display are believed to convey information about the individual's genetic fitness and health, serving as a factor in mate selection. Once a suitable mate is attracted, the SCP-6730-5 pairs engage in a coordinated dance, intertwining their bioluminescent lines and creating a harmonious symphony of colors. The culmination of this courtship ritual leads to the release of eggs and sperm by both individuals, initiating fertilization in a manner consistent with conventional marine species. The fertilized eggs undergo a developmental phase, and SCP-6730-5 offspring are eventually born. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6730" by Novelestia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6730. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Luminous Fish of the Deep Sea.jpg Author: Charles Frederick License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Royal Navy Dockyard Bermuda circa 1899 Ordnance Survey map.jpg Author: Lt. 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SCP-6731

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Rab333 Sometimes, there is no happy end. Also, more stuff by me! Item#: 6731 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo An SCP-6731-2 instance. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation infocrawlers are to be dispatched every year, one week before the holiday of Easter to catalog any deaths occurring during Holy Week. Any deceased individuals are to be transferred to Site-77 near Vatican City and imprisoned until they transform into SCP-6731-1 instances and burst. Following Addendum 6731.1 Bi-weekly rituals disguised as Catholic rites are to be performed by designated occult thaumaturge priests located in Site-777-B.1Any individual questioning these practices shall be given Class E amnestics and given a cover story about changing practices in Catholic faith. Description: SCP-6731 is a phenomenon affecting the outskirts of Vatican City that manifests itself after the Easter Vigil held by the Roman Catholic Church each Catholic Easter. The effects of SCP-6731 become apparent anywhere between two to five hours after Easter Vigil finishes with the Liturgy of the Eucharist2, affecting an area roughly 60 kilometers in diameter. Any individuals who has passed away during the preceding Holy Week3 in the affected area are resurrected through unknown means, with Cluster Formations (CFs)4 forming shortly afterward. SCP-6731-1 is comprised of a group of thirteen recently-deceased individuals, each claiming to be a biblical depiction of an Apostle of Jesus Christ, led by an individual taking on the appearance of Yeshua5 which is designated as the Cluster Leader (CL)6 of the formation. SCP-6731-2 instances seem to have heightened sapience in comparison to SCP-6731-1 and possess rudimentary Kinetoglyphical7 capabilities. SCP-6731-2 is able to use these abilities to perform basic miracles, similar to those found in Bible scripture performed by Yeshua. The bodily features of each resurrected individual belonging to SCP-6731-1 grossly change over the course of three minutes following manifestation to approximately match the appearance of each biblical Apostle, ranging from the subject's facial structure reshaping through the changing of the mandible and nasal bone structures, to the rapid increase or decrease of the individuals' height to more closely match their designated Apostle. Any clothes or items on the individuals morph and combine into rough-sewn tunics. The changes appearing in males are the least severe, with the most common effects being artificially altered heights, increased facial hair growth, and a change of pigmentation across the entire body. If a member of an SCP-6731-1 instance is female, their features will change to better suit the biblical description of the designated Apostle: in most cases, the subject experiences sudden onset swelling of the larynx and vocal cords, heightened production of testosterone, and rapid hair growth around the jaw, chin, and lower lip. In some scenarios, the subject experiences a merging of the mammary glands with the thorax and abdomen regions; Any fat is dispersed around the deltoids, thorax and abdomen, forming a considerable gut in most cases, along with disproportionately sized arms. Each SCP-6731-1 instance exhibits relatively weak cognitohazardous properties, which are heavily amplified for people of Catholic belief, compelling them to stay near any SCP-6731-1 instance and worship them. After approximately one to three days of an SCP-6731-1 instance existing, the Cluster Leader of the formation will rise into the air before bursting into a flash of light. Individuals witnessing this event immediately begin transformation into SCP-6731-1 instances. Addendum 6731.1 LOG BETWEEN THE VATICAN AND THE FOUNDATION Upon the first initial sighting of SCP-6731-1, MTF Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") was dispatched to the area near Vatican City to investigate the anomaly. While trying to subdue SCP-6731-2, Eta-77 was attacked by 5 priests claiming to be from the Holy Vatican Church, "Protecting the Jesus Christ and securing our spot in the heaven!" On behalf of the request of MTF Eta-77 squad leader Emmanuel Tirk, Vatican City was contacted shortly after. The following messages are transcribed letters from the Foundation and Vatican City, which were sent using the Incense Thaumaturgical Exoplanar Sending System (TIESS) engineered by Hawkberg █████ in 17██. You know who we are. 4/03/2013 Casa Santa Marta. 00120 Vatican City. To whatever legislative body this letter might reach. We've collaborated before, and you know it. Our men have reported that they have been attacked by several holy men belonging to you, the Vatican. Why? As you can clearly see, we are dealing with an unknown force, so I sincerely hope that we can collaborate, with a common interest in mind. Burn your answer with incense, and send it to Site-777. I hope to hear from whoever may receive this missive soon. -S. Vatican City 5/03/2013 Site-777 I am afraid that we cannot let you harm our Lord and Savior. The Rapture is upon us, and you are foolish enough to try to stop it? How much more proof do you scientists need to believe Jesus Christ of Nazareth, the true and only God, exists as much as you and I exist? When we will all rise to the Kingdom of Heaven, and you will wallow in your own filth akin to maggots, maybe your men will realize what a mistake they have made all along. -Bishop Paul Shen Shortly after this message, three SCP-6731-1 individuals originally present burst into a flash of light, resulting in nine more SCP-6731-1 instances. MTF teams have managed to contain the situation with limited violence, however several groups of individuals have started praising the new cluster formations as the Messiah and his Apostles. In light of this, it is proposed that should SCP-6731 be allowed to continue advancing without intervention, it has the potential to result in an RK-Class Theological Annihilation Scenario. Foundation focus was now changed to terminating all SCP-6731-1 instances. You know who we are. 5/03/2013 Casa Santa Marta. 00120 Vatican City. We have the real Jesus Christ localized and known to us; we have dealt with more types of gods and spiritual entities than you can imagine, and none of them are the definite God. There is no definite God. The Vatican was never like this. We will lock down the general area, and find a way to deal with these clusters. We already have forces sent to deal with the threat. I hope you can see things our way, and change your mind. We will preserve the veil over this world. -S. A twenty-kilometer radius around the Vatican was put under traffic lock shortly afterward, on the pretense of a terrorist attack. People are encouraged to stay in their homes, and the Vatican is closely monitored for anyone exiting or leaving. Vatican City 6/03/2013 Site-777 Cluster? Cluster..? You, you call Jesus Christ, our Lord, and his Holy Apostles… You call them.. clusters? My friend, in this time of salvation, the Great Deceiver is working the hardest to sway people over from the light of our Lord, and you seem to be most affected by it. Your whole organization. Every one of you. Your lies have started seeping even into our own holy grounds. People are doubting. Some people. We are not. -Bishop Paul Shen The amount of SCP-6731-1 instances increased from 12 to 57. Disruption class changed from Dark to Vlam. MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") will be sent to Rome to cull information spread. You know who we are. 7/03/2013 Casa Santa Marta. 00120 Vatican City. As you might have noticed, the clusters have spread. How? Anyone's guess. If this does not show you and the Vatican that something must be done, I do not know what will. We've tried to collaborate; but it does not seem to work. I hate to say it, but the neutralizing of the clusters is our best option here. Here's another wishful attempt someone changes their mind in your holy church and comes to their senses. -S. Two MTF teams have been sent to the district Testaccio, Rome, following the letter with the intent to neutralize SCP-6731-1. The neutralization attempt is unsuccessful, with the SCP-6731-1 instances violently responding to attempts at apprehension, killing three MTF members and two bystanders in the altercation. Research into alternative containment methods is advised. Total lockdown is employed in Rome. You know who we are. 8/03/2013 Casa Santa Marta. 00120 Vatican City. Very well. Our neutralization attempts have so far proved ineffective, understandably. We have been thinking of a way to perhaps… Help you out, if you will. If we get something in return, of course. The Vatican says that this is the Second Coming of Christ, correct? Last I remember, the believers, regardless of their status, will ascend to Heaven, anyways, and the nonbelievers will not. We can bring forth one last offer, which i hope shall change your mind. We will not bother you again, if you let us extract as many people from Rome as we can. We will not do anything to the clusters, or you. -S. The amount of SCP-6731-1 instances increased from 57 to 730. Individuals have started filming SCP-6731-1 instances, and instigating rallies "To welcome Jesus Christ into our land". Following this, internet access was heavily restricted, alongside police-enforced lockdowns in ███, █████ and ████. Vatican City 9/03/2013 Site-777 No. Your offer is tainted. After extensive discussions, your measly attempts will not stop our attempts at showing the truth to the world outside of your man-made "barrier". We'll spread the word of god, and let it shine. -Bishop Paul Shen The amount of SCP-6731-1 instances increased from 730 to ~2,000. A group of individuals calling themselves "Defenders of the Light" have taken up protecting any SCP-6731-1 instances they come across, trying to spread their influence further. You know who we are. 10/03/2013 Casa Santa Marta. 00120 Vatican City. Suffice to say, we've tried enough. We don't know what you're affected by, and we're saddened by it. Truly. The world must go on, though, and we will always fight for that. -S. The amount of SCP-6731-1 instances increased from ~2,000 to ~41,000. Disruption class changed from Vlam to Keneq. Shortly after, three MTF teams were sent to Vatican City to seize any official personnel inside. Until further notice, all captured individuals are imprisoned in Site-██. The main ruling body of the Vatican will be replaced by Foundation staff to preserve the veil. Thousands of SCP-6731-1 instances in Via dei Fori Imperiali, picture by Foundation agents. Addendum 6731.2 PROTOCOL EUCHARIST The following message was sent to all Tactical Theology departments, along with Site-777, Site-190, and Site-666, describing the method used to reenact Protocol EUCHARIST. DEPARTMENT OF TACTICAL THEOLOGY ON PROTOCOL EUCHARIST Fine day, folks. While we know that our current situation is not the best, over in Italy, we have been able to engineer a ritual to expunge these Clusters out of our world, permanently. Through thick and thin, we will prevail. May your personal God be with you. -T. Henry Site-777, Site Director Protocol EUCHARIST is the designation given to the ritual used to terminate an SCP-6731-1 instance. Protocol EUCHARIST requires the following: - Three different tables, each one fitted with thirteen stool chairs. - A small marble statue of Beelzebub. - Three antique silver coins. - Three steel cups. - The blood of a fresh-cut Ovis aries (Domestic lamb). - The Judas Iscariot of the SCP-6731-1 instance. - Copy of The Last Judgement, Jan Van Eyck. - A resigned or excommunicated Catholic priest. To enact the ritual, the following steps must be completed: - Each table shall be put in a triangular position regarding the other two tables, with the stools fitted accordingly. - The statue of Beelzebub shall be put in the middle of the formation while reciting the sentence "And if you must take me, the light will follow". - The silver coins shall be put on the seventh stool chair of each table. - The blood of the Ovis aries (common Lamb) shall be drained and stored in three cups, each put on one of the tables. In the cups, the three silver coins shall be stored in. - The Last Judgement shall be placed horizontally next to the Beelzebub statue in the middle of the room. - SCP-6731-1 shall be released into the room. - Depending on what table SCP-6731-1 chooses, the statue of Beelzebub shall be brought to the table SCP-6731-1 chose if it is oddly numbered, with the painting propped up on the table. If the table number is even, the statue and painting shall be directly given to the SCP-6731-2 instance of the group. - After this, the resigned Catholic priest shall bring a single piece of bread to the table SCP-6731-1 is dining at, and speak the sentence "It is a fine day for the darkness to prevail in the light of your own work, is it not?". Check the log below for the use of Protocol EUCHARIST. MTF Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") was dispatched to bring a single SCP-6731-1 instance to Site-77. VIDEO LOG DATE: 14/03/2013 NOTE: Enacting Protocol EUCHARIST. [BEGIN LOG] 15:01:21 MTF Eta-77 can be seen bringing an SCP-6731-1 instance in Site-77, depositing it near Procedure Room 7A. The SCP-6731-1 instance was reported to be primarily agitated during the transport but quickly calmed down once brought on-site. 15:02:45 Foundation personnel can be seen setting up Protocol EUCHARIST in Protocol Room 7A. Dr. Heimstall and Dr. Ginne are seen setting up the tables, while Dr. Kasper is preparing the lamb, painting, and Beelzebub statue. 15:07:09 Preparations are ready, SCP-6731-1 is released into the room. 15:07:31 Confused at first, the SCP-6731-1 instance walks around the room, though eventually settles down at the second table. 15:08:07 Ex. Priest Emmanuel █████ takes the statue of Beelzebub and brings it to the table, alongside a replica of the painting "The Last Judgement" by Jan Van Eyck, and awaits to see what happens. 15:09:01 The fifth Apostle from the middle of the table picks up the statue to examine it. Camera feed starts capturing low-level light distortions. 15:09:33 Ex. Priest Emmanuel █████ positions the painting on the table, while reciting "It is a fine day for the darkness to prevail in the light of your own work, is it not?". An unidentified screech can be heard from Protocol Room 7A. 15:09:45 SCP-6731-2 becomes increasingly aggravated, attempts to physically harm Emmanuel. Two guards step in and attempt to shoot the instance. SCP-6731-2 protects itself with a shield kinetoglyph, and attempts to leave. Screams can be heard through the feed, though the sounds were not present on site. 15:11:02 The SCP-6731-1 instance begins destroying Protocol Room 7A, and calms down shortly afterwards. [END LOG] Protocol EUCHARIST has been attempted three more times, following this incident. Protocol EUCHARIST has been deemed a complete failure. The amount of SCP-6731-1 instances increased from ~41,000 to ~134,000. Percentage of SCP-6731-1 instances compared to human individuals in Rome is 47%. Following the attempt at Protocol EUCHARIST, the SCP-6731-1 instances present in Rome had became increasingly aggressive, with reports indicating that multiple instances were trying to breach the quarantine imposed on Rome. MTF teams were sent to deal with any attempted breaching. The south quarantine border was badly damaged. Attempts to enter Rome were getting increasingly difficult, with minimal success on personnel rescue missions attempted. Total containment failure is imminent. When push comes to shove, The Foundation prevails. Where there is darkness, we shine our light. This case is different, though. We've attempted to contact multiple GOIs, and for what? They weren't able to help, either. Nothing seems to work against these beings. Nothing. With becoming aggressive, we have arrived at an impasse. Do we try try to somehow quench the undying flame these beings carry, or resort to… contacting him? I do not put any blame on whoever would disagree to do so, but we are running out of choices. May the light guide us in the right direction. NO CONTACT CONTACT 159 162 The department spoke. We will reach out to [DATA EXPUNGED]. May God grant us forgiveness for what we will do. Addendum 6731.3 AFTERMATH Amount of SCP-6731-1 instances in Rome, Italy has been reduced to zero. Afterlife of any human individual still remaining in Rome has been compromised. Repopulation efforts have been underway in the area over the course of a month, with a mix of foundation employees and amnestecized civilians funneled into the city. Vatican City has been assimilated into Foundation custody, with Pope Francis8 being nominated as the new Pope. A news broadcast with built-in subliminal messaging containing Class Mystica Mnesticides on the topic of Rome has been sent to news stations across the world. The usage of pulverized Class E Amnestics has also been deployed in different parts of the world in which information about this phenomenon has potentially spread, alongside ground-based disinformation rallies. Due to the sudden changes in Vatican ideology and shift towards different, more ritualistic practices, several Abrahamic religious bodies have commented and critiqued the changes, with the Jehovah's Witnesses in particular calling out several "Satanic rituals" being employed in Vatican City, though disinformation campaigns along with forged Biblical scripture taken from the BAV9 have temporarily quelled the concerns. All subsequent manifestation events have been contained with no further escalation of conflict recorded to date, thanks to updated protocols and additional knowledge gained during the first manifestation event. SCP-6731-1 instances are to be apprehended immediately following a manifestation event, following containment procedures. Footnotes 1. Vatican City. 2. The liturgy of the Eucharist includes the offering and the presentation of bread and wine at the altar, their consecration by the priest during the eucharistic prayer (or canon of the mass), and the reception of the consecrated elements in Holy Communion. 3. Holy Week is the sixth and last week of Lent, beginning with Palm Sunday and concluding on Holy Saturday. 4. Designated as SCP-6731-1. 5. Jesus Christ. 6. Designated as SCP-6731-2. 7. Kinetoglyphs, or kinetohazards, are physical and mental anomalous effects that occur when an entity performs specific motions and gestures. 8. Foundation agent Jorge Mario Bergoglio. 9. Vatican Apostolic Library. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6731" by Rab333, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6731. Licensed under CC-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-6732

euclid

Item#: 6732 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6732-1 must remain within Foundation employment as long as SCP-6732 remains active, and is not allowed to exit any Foundation facility that he is stationed in without explicit permission from the site director. SCP-6732-1 must report any suspected activity from SCP-6732 to the Department of Spectral Phenomena. Description: SCP-6732-1 is Dr. Edward Dahl, a microbiology researcher, aged 35, currently employed in Site-81. SCP-6732 is a Type I-B1 spectral entity, currently following SCP-6732-1. SCP-6732 cannot be directly observed, and has never attempted direct communication on its own. However, it often manipulates the environment around SCP-6732-1 in ways that are helpful or benign. This entity has likely existed for most of SCP-6732-1's life. Addendum 6732.1: (Discovery) SCP-6732-1 was not made aware of SCP-6732's existence until the anomaly's discovery by the Foundation on 2/16/21, when security camera footage observed a sample of [REDACTED], which SCP-6732-1 had misplaced and was searching for elsewhere, seemingly levitate from an incubator onto SCP-6732-1's desk while he was not watching, allowing him to easily find it less than one minute later. Further direct analysis confirmed the presence of a phantasmal entity. Foreword: The following interview was conducted by spectral researcher Dr. Maren Nielsen two hours after initial discovery of SCP-6732 to determine the origins of the anomaly. Interview Date: February 16th, 2021 Subject: SCP-6732-1 Interviewer: Dr. Maren Nielsen [BEGIN LOG] Nielsen: Mic is rolling. Could you please state your name and occupation? It's just a formality. SCP-6732-1: Edward Dahl, researcher in the Department of Microbiology. Am I… in trouble for something? Nielsen: Not at all, Dr. Dahl. I'm here from the Department of Spectral Phenomena- SCP-6732-1: The ghost hunters? Nielsen: That's one way of describing it, yes. We track and research all sorts of incorporeal entities, especially the sentient and especially the dead. As I'm sure you've been made aware, you are currently the target of a Type I-B spectral entity. In layman terms, a benign haunting. SCP-6732-1: And why do you guys think this exactly? Nielsen: Well, for one, we saw a biological sample move itself in your lab. That alone isn't enough to prove anything specific, but we went down there to do some readings and found unusually high Hollow-Kessler readings. That's, uh, a harmless energy that ectomorphs often give off. Think of it like ectoplasm. Ones like this don't give off enough HK to be measured directly, but the stuff has a habit of sticking to things and building up over time during prolonged exposure to a spirit. SCP-6732-1: Uh huh. Nielsen: Oh, I'm rambling, aren't I? Point is, your office and the lab you work in have an HK level indicating exposure to a spectral entity for several years, roughly the amount of time you've been working here. You, on the other hand, have such incredibly high HK readings that you must have been followed around by this thing for most, if not your entire life. SCP-6732-1: Ah, that explains a lot. Nielsen: I'm sorry? SCP-6732-1: I could name a few things that have happened before that seem like something a ghost would do. I usually ignored them and passed 'em off as coincidences. Guess I was too dismissive. Nielsen: You seem incredibly calm right now, considering the circumstances. SCP-6732-1: I'm trying not to think about it too hard so I don't freak out. Nielsen: All right. Can you name a few examples of suspected spectral activity in your past? SCP-6732-1: Uh, let me think… When I was a kid, like middle and high school age, whenever I went to the kitchen to make myself lunch there would be a sandwich sitting there on the counter top. When I thanked my mom for it, she acted confused and said she never made a sandwich before she left for work. I just assumed she was joking around. Nielsen: Anything else? SCP-6732-1: Now that I think about it, there's a lot. It's all little things, stuff you'd forget otherwise. Turning on the TV as a kid to see that a new episode of my favorite show was recorded on the VCR. Forgetting a textbook in the college library and finding it in my dorm room. Finding this old tape in my kitchen from my… wait, no. Oh my god. Nielsen: What is it? SCP-6732-1: You said the ghost followed me my whole life? Nielsen: That is correct. SCP-6732-1: And how do these things form? Nielsen: Well, in extremely rare cases, if a person in their last moments experiences a strong enough attachment to the living world, and a strong enough desire to stay living, their mind will simply forget to die with its body. Self preservation alone isn't enough to cause this, but if the dying person is emotionally overcome by thoughts of some "unfinished business", that could push them over the edge. Usually they're kept alive by some life goal, a desire for revenge, or an attachment to another person. SCP-6732-1: Well, that'd be my dad then. Can I have a moment alone? I gotta process this. Nielsen: Of course. Addendum 6732.2: (Video Tape) On 2/17/21, SCP-6732-1 provided the following video tape to the Foundation, believing it would help with researching the anomaly. Due to its suspected connection to SCP-6732, it has been included in this document. [First Time Using Camcorder (feat. Eddy) 1987] [BEGIN VIDEO] Ivan Dahl: Ah, there we go. Edward Dahl, aged 1, is seen putting a large toy block in his mouth. Ivan: Look at you, you're like a little movie star! Edward Dahl tries to stand up. He stumbles forward and falls down. Ivan Dahl catches him with one hand and sets the camcorder on the ground, leaving him and Edward out of the frame. Ivan: Careful, little guy! Leave the stunts for the stunt doubles! Silence for a few seconds. Ivan: Maybe you don't wanna be a movie star, that's alright. It's weird thinking that you'll become a whole person eventually. Walking around, talking, probably getting mad at me for being overbearing, heh… I'm sure you'll be great at whatever you do, kiddo. Just don't forget about me when you're out there curing cancer or becoming president. Ivan Dahl sighs. Ivan: There's nothing I want more in the world than to see you grow old, kiddo. Silence Ivan: Oh, I shouldn't leave that thing running. Ivan Dahl picks up the camera. [END VIDEO] Ivan Dahl, the father of Dr. Edward Dahl, died in a car accident less than one year after this tape was recorded. Addendum 6732.3: (Final Investigation) On 2/18/21, Dr. Maren Nielsen was given permission to assist SCP-6732-1 in communicating with SCP-6732 [BEGIN VIDEO] SCP-6732-1 sits surrounded by burning candles. Dr. Nielsen, out of frame, recites a passage from the Book of Kam.2 After five minutes, the candles begin producing an abnormal quantity of smoke. The candles extinguish, and the smoke congeals into a humanoid form, eventually solidifying as the figure of Ivan Dahl. SCP-6732: How's it going, eddy? I saw you watching that tape I left you. SCP-6732-1: It's really you, dad? SCP-6732: You think I'd let a crazy driver stop me from being in my kid's life? Me, the best father in the world? SCP-6732-1: Oh, shut up, dad. SCP-6732-1 embraces his father. SCP-6732: I hope you don't mind if I stick around a while longer, all ghostlike. You still have some growing old to do. SCP-6732-1: Of course, dad, as long as you need. [END VIDEO] Footnotes 1. Incorporeal, non-violent, and bound in some way to a specific person 2. A book of various rituals used to interact with spectral entities More From This Author More From This Author KneeCola's Works SCPs SCP-6492 (+18) • SCP-6851 (+40) • Tales/GoI Formats Other ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6732" by KneeCola, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6732. Licensed under CC-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-6733

safe

 close Info X Check out more of my articles on my author page! 2/6733 LEVEL 2/6733 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6733 Safe Art from the front of SCP-6733's slipcase. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6733 is currently contained in Tape Vault F, shelf ST, box #1994 in the recorded media section of the Site-73 Archives.1 Efforts to identify the actors and locations depicted in SCP-6733 are currently ongoing. Stills of the cast are compared weekly to new entrants in the Foundation facial recognition database. A manual effort is underway to investigate contemporary film production sets and compare these to SCP-6733's locations. Description: SCP-6733 is a VHS tape cassette containing a recording of the horror movie "The Suburb Slasher Strikes Again" which was, according to the cassette's slipcase, produced by "Crystal Elms Productions" in 1985. The movie appears to be a sequel to SCP-5733, "The Suburb Slasher Returns". The primary antagonist of SCP-6733 is "The Suburb Slasher", 6733-1, a spree killer who was also present in SCP-5733. When watched, the film causes the observer to become a conduit for the localised destabilisation of reality. Only one viewing of the film, ordered by research lead Dr. Carpenter, has been conducted and documented (See test details below). However, it is currently hypothesised that testing may have occurred more times than currently thought. Investigation is under way. Testing: The testing ordered comprised of a D-class personnel being shown SCP-5733 up till the point its anomalous properties manifest. The same D-class was then to be shown SCP-6733, with the tape inserted into a VHS player attached to a television situated in a testing chamber. Given the unknown effects of SCP-6733, the D-class would be left alone in the chamber to watch the film, and interviewed following conclusion of the film. The contents of SCP-6733 and its effects are documented in the addenda below: Testing Log Testing Log ACT I: TESTING LOG [Footage begins.] [Dr. Malcolm Baines enters the testing chamber. D-1974 is sat down, opposite a television and VHS set.] Dr. Baines: Hi Jaime, I'm assisting in today's experiments. How are you feeling following the film? D-1974: Hey, good to meet you. I'm feeling okay, thanks. One of the nicer experiments I've been involved in. Dr. Baines: Good to hear. We're just going to run some quick tests… [Over the next five minutes, Dr. Baines administers cognitive impairment tests to D-1974. All results are within baseline.] Dr. Baines: Okay, so — with those out the way, let's talk about the film. Could you tell me what you saw please? D-1974: Like, the plot and stuff? Dr. Baines: Yes, that sounds like a good starting point. D-1974: It was pretty much your standard slasher film. There's a group of teens who've just graduated high school and go to a local camping site by a lake to celebrate. One of them mentions it's near the site where the killer, The Slasher, was shot dead by police a year prior after a rampage- Dr. Baines: Would this be the events of the first film? [D-1974 shrugs.] D-1974: It's not really clear. They all think it's a joke, apart from the main girl — she says her dad's a police officer and she's seen video evidence of the attack. No-one references any of the characters from the first film though, and they don't show up in this one either. The Slasher's the only constant. Dr. Baines: Interesting; please continue. D-1974: So they all go camping by the lake, but soon everything starts going to shit. The site's caretaker gets killed off-screen, then the Slasher starts stalking the kids and doing away with them. Dr. Baines: Doing away how? D-1974: Err…let's see. [D-1974 checks the notes he made during the screening.] He's still got a kitchen knife, same weapon as the first film, so he stabs a lot of them. It's pretty gory for the time it was made. He slashes up someone's face, then the nerdy guy gets stabbed through the eye — that one's pretty good, the camera gets sprayed with blood. One of the last teens gets his head crushed wide open. [D-1974 chuckles to himself.] D-1974: There's a walk-in freezer in the main admin building where one of her mates has been hung up. It's never explained WHY a campsite needs one of those, but it's just there, ha. The Slasher locks someone in there then throws their body, shattering it into a bloody, icy slush. Dr. Baines: How did these scenes make you feel? D-1974: Like… there's some good jump scares, and the tension's fairly high at points, but it's a little dated. I've seen scarier, but I've also seen worse horrors. Dr. Baines: Anything feel like it particularly lingers and stays with you? [D-1974 does not immediately respond.] D-1974: Well, the end scene. The end scene is pretty weird. Dr. Baines: Tell me about it. [D-1974 fidgets, avoiding eye contact with Dr. Baines.] D-1974: So, the girl and her best friend, the one that's been looking out for her this whole time, enter into a cellar. The Slasher creeps up from behind, and grabs the friend — tears his head clean off his neck. The Slasher then chases the final teen to the side of the lake. He's advancing on her. The camera's set on the water of the lake, it's a wide shot. You've got the lake waterline parallel to the top and bottom of the shot, so it splits the screen horizontally. She's fallen over, crawling away from him. As he advances on her, the camera zooms in — slowly though. It takes its time. He does too. There's music at the start of the scene: deep, dark synths. This stops as the camera moves closer though. I forgot to say, it's, it's a long scene. Longer than five minutes, maybe it was ten. I don't know. It felt longer than ten. So the Slasher's approaching her, we're - the viewers - approaching the shore. Then the music stops, and it's just his footsteps and her pleading. And she's pleading, man, she's… there's these big, inhales of breath stifled by the mucus running out her nose. She's babbling, but it gets to a point she's not even saying words, just making noise. [D-1974 appears visibly distressed.] Dr. Baines: What next? D-1974: The camera's real close to the shore now — and the Slasher stops. He turns his head and looks straight at the camera. You can't see his eyes, but you know he's looking straight at you. And he just stands there, staring. Eventually the girl crawls out the frame, or the camera zooms past her. I can't remember which. It just keeps zooming in on his face. Where his face should be under the hood. The girl keeps screaming off-camera. Then there's this guttural, ripping noise and the screaming stops. It just stops, but the camera keeps moving. You can see the individual droplets of blood splashed across him. You can see the fabrics that make up his hood. His face soon takes up the entire shot. And then… Dr. Baines: And then? D-1974: …it ends. No credits or nothing. The tape just cuts to black, and was pushed out the player. Dr. Baines: That's it? There was nothing else? D-1974: No, that was it. Why would I lie? Dr. Baines: I didn't say you lied. When the girl was pleading, was she pleading at you? D-1974: What do you mean? Dr. Baines: Was it like she was talking specifically to you, to Jaime? D-1974: No? I don't think so? It was just, it was a disturbing scene. There wasn't anything weird in an anomalous sense — I just haven't seen a film end like that before. Dr. Baines: Okay, I understand. Was there anything else notable about the film? Anything else out the ordinary? [D-1974 takes a moment to contemplate the question.] D-1974: …I can't remember their name. Dr. Baines: Whose name? D-1974: The girl. Her friends. All of them. I don't think they had names. Incident Log Incident Log ACT II: INCIDENT LOG [Dr. Baines enters D-1974's dormitory room.] D-1974: Hey, Doc. [D-1974 rubs his eyes as Dr. Baines enters.] Dr. Baines: Jaime, you wanted to speak to me? D-1974: Yeah, I had questions. I wanted to know why I had to watch that film the other day? Dr. Baines: You know I can't share details like that with you. Why do you ask? D-1974: I just- it wasn't snuff, right? It wasn't real? Dr. Baines: Everything's real in a sense. We have a tape of it, it must have been filmed. But as to the nature of those deaths? It's difficult to say. Did the effects seem realistic? You described one as 'corny' yesterday. D-1974: I thought it was yesterday, but now I'm not so sure. I kept thinking about the film as I went to sleep. And then I dreamt it. I was there, crawling by the lake. And I remembered all my friends and their deaths and they seemed so real. And when I woke up, I could have sworn, I could have sworn, that there was a shadow outside my room. Someone leering in through the frosted glass on the door. Dr. Baines: What did you do? D-1974: I was frozen. I've never felt fear like it before. I just sat upright in my bed, staring at the door. I hoped that if I kept watching, it wouldn't come in. When the sun rose, and the light entered my room, it faded away. What's the scariest thing you've seen here? Dr. Baines: I- I don't understand the question. D-1974: You must've worked with anomalies before. Or is this your first? [Dr. Baines is silent for a moment.] Dr. Baines: …Why don't we get back to talking about you? You know there couldn't have been anyone outside yesterday. Security guarding the corridor would have seen something and raised the alarm. I want you to keep me updated though. Any other dreams, see anything else that's untoward - let me know. D-1974: Thank you, Dr. Baines. Dr. Baines: Please, call me Malcolm. [Dr. Baines leaves the dormitory, entering the adjacent corridor. He walks to the end, and talks to the guard on duty.] Dr. Baines: Hey, hopefully a quick one: do you know the name of the person stationed here last night? GUARD: Agent Cunningham — or, it was meant to be. He was assigned but failed to show. Went to town before his shift and didn't come back. Bosses will have him fired faster than anything when he does show. Dr. Baines: …I see. Thank you for your time. [Night falls. Surveillance footage of the Site exterior flags a humanoid shape moving through the surrounding forest. A guard appears and investigates — but finds nothing.] [Interior, D-1974's dormitory. He tosses and turns in his sleep, before suddenly awaking and beginning to scream. A guard rushes into the room and calms him, then asks what is wrong. D-1974 is unable to recall what they dreamt.] [An intruder alert is generated on the sewage pipe in sector STN-KG. Security guards are dispatched. They make their way through the Site to the sector, and begin a search. After completing the search with no results, the alert is deemed a false alarm.] [D-1974 is situated in an interview room, sat at a table in front of a one-way mirror. Dr. Baines swipes his keycard and enters the room. D-1974 stands and rushes over to him.] D-1974: Oh Malcolm, thank God! You need to help me, please. Dr. Baines: Slow down, slow down. Let's sit down, okay? What's going on? [The two walk back over to the table and take a seat.] D-1974: I'm in danger. It's coming for me, I just know it is. I feel like I'm being watched. Like there's a pair of eyes constantly burrowing into the back of my skull. And I saw it. I saw it! Dr. Baines: Jaime, calm down. What did you see? D-1974: The Slasher! The Suburb Slasher! Out the corner of my eye, around corners. It's stalking me, I'm going to end up just like the victims in the film. You've got to help me. Dr. Baines: Look, it's okay. It's okay. Take a deep breath for a second. [There is a moment of silence as D-1974 collects himself.] Dr. Baines: The Slasher can't be here. It would have tripped our security systems, shown up on surveillance. This isn't a sparsely populated site, other people would have seen it. D-1974: That's just the thing. It only appears when I'm alone. In between shifts, walking to my next assignment. It just stares at me, from a distance. It'll be in a place I can't reach: like on a walkway above me, or on the other side of a security door. The one time I said something — I tried to shout, it came out more like a whimper — it just walked away, but it didn't break eye contact. Dr. Baines: I'm going to need to notify security about this immediately. And I think it would be good if we got you some medicine — something that would calm you down? D-1974: You don't believe me? Dr. Baines: I'm not saying that. I just think you've not slept, and you're in a heightened state right now. If we're going to figure out what's going on we need you lucid. D-1974: How long have you worked at the Foundation? Dr. Baines: Excuse me? D-1974: You know what you're doing, right? Dr. Baines: Of course I do. So I'm going to go get and get- [Dr Baines pauses.] Dr. Baines: Fuck. Let me try that again: I'm going to go and get help. Is that okay? [After a brief moment, D-1974 nods.] Dr. Baines: Stay here, I'll be back shortly. [Dr. Baines walks to the room door, swipes his keycard to unlock it, and leaves.] D-1974: It's going to be okay, you're going to be okay, it's going to be okay… [D-1974 continues to repeat this mantra to himself. He stands, and begins to pace the room.] [D-1974 halts in place.] [He turns to face the mirror, and exhales. His breath condenses in front of him.] [Temperature sensors within the room register a significant drop.] D-1974: You're here, aren't you? [A gloved fist punches through the mirror. D-1974 screams. The shattered glass sprays across the room.] [D-1974 runs to the door. He hurriedly punches a combination into the door keypad, which glows red in a negative response. He shouts in frustration.] [The fist is withdrawn, then punches through the mirror once more, sending the remaining glass shattering to the floor. In the observation room on the other side stands an entity resembling The Suburb Slasher, SCP-6733-1.] D-1974: No! No, no no no no! [D-1974, hurried, tries another numerical combination. The keypad flashes red once more.] [6733-1 climbs through the broken mirror. Broken glass crackles as it steps into the interview room.] D-1974: Come on! Please! [D-1974 tries once again to open the door. 6733-1 begins to walk slowly towards him. In its right hand, it carries a large kitchen knife. It reaches out with its left towards D-1974, who enters the last number in his latest combination attempt. The keypad flashes green, and the door swings open.] [6733-1 lurches forward, but D-1974 throws themselves into the adjoining hallway, narrowly avoiding its grasp. They hit the corridor wall, and collapse to the floor.] D-1974: Help! Somebody help me! [D-1974 attempts to stand and run towards the corridor's southern end, but missteps and falls once more. 6733-1 enters the corridor. It brandishes the kitchen knife, and approaches D-1974.] Unknown: Hey! What's going on? [At that moment, Security Officer Loren has turned into the corridor from the north, whilst on patrol. He draws his weapon and aims at 6733-1.] Loren: Put the knife down and step away from him! [6733-1 turns and faces the officer. It does not put down the knife.] Loren: Last chance! I'm not playing around here! [6733-1 begins to stride up the corridor towards Loren.] Loren: I warned you! The security officer fires a single shot at 6733-1. The entity appears unaffected, and continues to march forward.] Loren: What the- [Loren fires a second shot. Then a third. A fourth. A fifth. 6733-1 is unimpeded.] Loren: St-, stop! [Loren continues to fire. 6733-1 is soon stood right in front of him. Loren fires again, point blank, yet the bullet seemingly has no effect. He continues to pull the trigger, generating a clicking noise from the empty chamber.] [6733-1 stands momentarily still, before grabbing Loren by the neck and raising him upwards effortlessly.] [6733-1 brandishes the kitchen knife. Officer Loren screams.] [6733-1 thrusts the kitchen knife upwards, through Loren's submental space. The knife travels via his mouth and into his nasal cavity. 6733-1 then forcefully pulls the knife towards itself, partially bisecting the front of Loren's face.] [D-1974 watches, horrified. As 6733-1 turns round to face him, a security siren begins to sound — elsewhere, site security are in the process of being mobilised to contain the anomaly. D-1974 turns and flees.] [The following events are captured by the security cameras in the southern staff locker room.] [D-1974 runs into the room, looking around hurriedly. Researcher Wesley McCrea is the only person in the room, having just finished a shift.] McCrea: Hey! What are you doing unaccompanied? [D-1974 puts his finger to his lips, and shushes Researcher McCrea.] D-1974: Hide! We need to hide! McCrea: Now hold on- D-1974: There's no time to explain, it's coming! [D-1974 runs to a row of lockers, opens one, and climbs in. His panicked face is just visible through the locker's slits. After a moment of contemplation, McCrea follows him, climbing into a locker directly opposite.] [A few moments later, SCP-6733-1 enters the room. It stalks once around the room, before standing at the end of a row of lockers — the row where D-1974 has hidden.] [It throws open the first locker. The door slams against the next locker, before bouncing back. The sound of metal on metal reverberates through the room.] [6733-1 makes its way down the lockers, throwing each door open. It reaches the locker D-1974 is hidden in. It stands, silently, in front of it for a moment — before whirling round and opening the opposite locker containing McCrea.] McCrea: Wha- no! [6733-1 brandishes the kitchen knife. Researcher McCrea screams.] [The knife plunges into McCrea's right orbit. Vitreous fluid bursts out as the eyeball loses its structural integrity. His right glasses lens shatters, and broken glass falls into the orbital cavity. 6733-1 applies pressure, driving the knife further. Blood jettisons from McCrea's eye, splattering across the ceiling. Footage is temporarily obfuscated by blood.] [Attempting to withdraw the knife from McCrea's corpse, 6733-1 discovers it is stuck. D-1974 throws open the locker door, hitting 6733-1 and knocking it off balance long enough for him to escape, exiting the room.] [6733-1 affixes McCrea's head to the floor with its right foot, and pulls on the knife with both hands. It rockets upwards, and 6733-1 resumes its chase of D-1974. No security footage covers the path taken by the pair upon leaving the room.] [After a few minutes, the Security Reconnaissance Team (REC), comprised of four members, arrives in the locker room. The team lead, Owens, kneels down and examines McCrea's body.] REC-Owens: We need to find this thing — and fast. Let's split up. [The team walk towards the room exit. The site lights are dimmed. The REC team turn on their weapon flashlights.] REC-Owens: Vidal, Mellor: take the corridor west, sweep every room. Rosso, with me: we'll head east. [D-1974 runs through the site in search of aid. He makes his way throughout a maze of corridors, banging on doors and calling out for help. He finds none.] [Owens and Rosso enter the Department of Cryogenics Laboratories. Despite being devoid of researchers, equipment is still running. Owens turns to Rosso.] REC-Owens: I'll be right back. [Owens heads deeper into one of the laboratories, as Rosso heads in the other direction.] [Clouds of condensed liquid roll out of open cryogenic fluid containers and tumble across the laboratory floor. Owens scans the room and notices the door to a storage locker is ajar. He takes the safety off his weapon, and slowly approaches. He throws the door open.] [The locker is empty. Owens turns round to continue his search — only to be confronted by 6733-1 stood directly behind him.] [Owens opens fire, directly into 6733-1's torso, but it has no effect. 6733-1 grabs the agent with both hands, and throws him across the room. With a splash, Owens lands directly in a container of cryogenic fluid.] REC-Rosso: Hey, Owens - you in here? [A short time later, Rosso returns looking for Owens.] REC-Rosso: Owens? Owens, can you hear me? [The container Owens was thrown into shows no sign of him.] [Suddenly, Rosso is knocked forward onto the floor by an unknown force from behind. A shattering sound is heard.] REC-Rosso: Ugh! [He hits the floor with force. Many small, red, crystalline objects are scattered around him.] REC-Rosso: Oh god! [From the vantage point of the newly online camera, it is evident that the crystalline objects are the remnants of Owens' frozen corpse. Impaled in Rosso's back is a large fragment of frozen ribcage.] [SCP-6733-1 emerges from the shadows in the corner of the room. He slowly walks up to Rosso, who attempts to crawl away.] [Rosso looks up at 6733-1, which has positioned itself in front of him.] REC-Rosso: Please… [6733-1 responds to Rosso's request by raising its right foot, and pressing down on his head. Rosso's face meets the floor as 6733-1 continues to apply pressure.] [Rosso attempts to scream as a puddle of blood begins to pool beneath his face. His arms swing wildly. With a sudden crack, his scalp splits open, and spurts out a mess of viscera. Rosso goes limp. 6733-1 continues to step down. A stream of blood spurts from Rosso’s scalp, then, abruptly, his skull is crushed and 6733-1’s foot goes straight through fragments of bone, skin, hair, and brain, stamping on the floor beneath.] [Dr. Baines makes his way back to the interview room. Turning into the corridor, he spots the corpse of Officer Loren.] Dr Baines: Oh no. Hello, are you- [Dr Baines begins to run to Loren's corpse. He stops calling out to it as he notices its mangled face.] Dr Baines: Hello? Is anyone there? Jaime? [Dr Baines continues to make his way through the site. He comes to the entrance of the site basement. He glances down the stairs before turning to leave — a noise is heard behind him, and he freezes.] Dr Baines: Jaime…is that you? [He turns and begins to make his way slowly down the basement stairs. The steps creak upon contact. He reaches the bottom and enters the dimly lit basement.] [A figure jumps out from the shadows.] D-1974: Ssshhh! We've got to be quiet. It's close. Dr Baines: Jaime! You're alright. I was just in the interview room, I thought you were dead. D-1974: I tried to find you, but I couldn't! The Site's abandoned, I can’t find anyone. You, you were just in the interview room? Where you left me earlier? Dr Baines: Yes, I went to find help, but there's no-one else here. It's just us two. We need to stick together. D-1974: That part of the site is over an hour away on foot. [Dr Baines stares at D-1974.] Dr Baines: We're scared and tired. It doesn't matter. We just need to press on. Despite everything we know, I think you can't comprehend unadulterated, pure evil until it stares right at you. Today, I think evil has us in its sights. [As Dr Baines begins to move further into the basement, D-1974 takes a step up the stairs.] Dr Baines: Jaime. We go this way. D-1974: But- Dr Baines: We need to stay close. This way. D-1974: This way? Into the dark, creepy basement? Are you serious? [D-1974 turns and continues up the stairs.] Dr Baines: Jaime! Wait! [D-1974 reaches the top of the stairs.] Dr Baines: Don't leave! [D-1974 emerges from the basement. Full power has returned to the site lights, to the extent D-1974 and his surroundings look overexposed. He holds up his arm, shielding his eyes from the light.] [He proceeds to stumble through the corridor, trying the handles on each door as he goes. The last breaks off in his hand — he drops it and continues on, eventually returning to outside the interview room.] D-1974: Baines was right. I… I swore it was the other side of the site. [A pool of congealing blood covers the corridor floor; within it lies Officer Loren's handgun. The corpse, however, is nowhere to be seen. D-1974 picks up the gun and proceeds onwards.] [He turns into the next corridor, and immediately shouts out.] D-1974: Oh thank god. Hello! Hello! [Ahead, a figure rests against the corridor wall. D-1974 runs towards it.] D-1974: I need help, there's been a breach. We need to get out of- [As he approaches, D-1974 trails off. The figure in front of him is dressed in site security gear. It holds a lit cigarette in its left hand. It raises the cigarette, and inserts the end into its exposed trachea. The trachea slurps and contracts, as the cigarette's smoke is inhaled.] D-1974: out… out of here…. [REC-Rosso raises his spare hand and swats in the direction of D-1974. As he does so, the mess of fibres and viscera at the top of his neck, exposed by the absence of a head, flap about.] [D-1974 steps backwards, bumping into an unknown object. He spins round, and begins to stutter, but is interrupted.] REC-Vidal: We're on break. Fuck off. [REC-Vidal and REC-Mellor walk around D-1974 towards REC-Rosso. The latter reaches into his pocket and pulls out a carton of cigarettes, offering them to his newly arrived team mates.] REC-Mellor: This better not be another rewrite. [D-1974 sprints away. The camera follows, positioned closely behind him. He navigates through a complex maze of corridors which seem to grow increasingly narrow. He enters corridor after corridor until he turns into one and freezes — ahead of him stands 6733-1.] [He pulls out the gun, aims, and fires.] [Nothing happens.] [He pulls the gun near his face to take a closer look, before switching from holding the handle to the barrel. He squeezes. The gun shatters; fragile plastic fragments scatter across the floor.] Unknown: I found you. [D-1974 startles, as Dr Baines approaches him from behind.] Dr Baines: It's okay, you're improvising. We can work with that. But we need to get to the basement Jaime; you understand that, right? [Dr Baines reaches out towards D-1974.] D-1974: Get away from me! [With his full force, D-1974 shoves Dr Baines away, sending him flying backwards.] [He collides with the corridor wall. The entirety of the wall shakes, before falling completely backwards. As it hits the floor, wooden splinters erupt into the air. Dr Baines falls with it. Next, a lighting rig falls from the ceiling. It lands on Dr Baines, pinning him in place.] [The fallen wall exposes only pitch-black darkness behind it.] Dr Baines: Ah! What the fuck do you think you're doing!? Unknown: Oh Christ. Oh shit. [An unidentified woman runs into the frame.] D-1974: I…I'm sorry! Unknown: Are you hurt? Dr Baines: I'm alright, I'm alright. Fucking amateurs man, christ! [More unidentified persons enter the shot. In the background, the Slasher begins to walk down the corridor, towards the commotion.] Unknown: Look at yourself first — you couldn't get him to the goddamn basement! D-1974: Who- who are you people? Unknown-2: Can we get a medic on set please? [The Slasher approaches D-1974 — they halt suddenly and stare directly at the camera.] Unknown-3: Shit, we're going to need production and lighting back to reset this. Are they still on the lot? [The camera begins to zoom in, focusing on 6733-1's face. As it zooms in, D-1974, Dr Baines, and the unknown individuals are excluded from the frame.] D-1974: [Offscreen.] Where am I? Unknown-5: [Offscreen.] Cut! Cut! [6733-1's face takes up the entirety of the shot.] D-1974: [Offscreen.] Where the hell am I?! [D-1974 SCREAMS.] [THE TAPE CUTS TO BLACK.] Afterword: The above transcript of SCP-6733's contents was created after the tape was watched by D-1888 during a testing session overseen by Dr. Carpenter. There has never been an individual by the name of Malcolm Baines in Foundation employment. D-1888 has been placed into protective custody and is to be afforded maximum security. Footnotes 1. The tape vault is a controlled environment designed to mitigate data degradation arising from temperature and humidity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6733" by Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6733. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: The Suburb Slasher Strikes Again Filename: Video.jpg Author: Valdevia License: CC-BY-SA Source Link: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/valdevia

SCP-6734

esoteric-class

SCP-6734 Byㅤ BitOddInnit Published on 15 Dec 2022 18:02 Item #: SCP-6734 Sacrae Causā Prōcēdendae: SCP-6734 is to remain within the Royal Palace in Dezmond, the Capital of the Kingdom of Xerophylla. Any attempts to remove it from the Palace without the expressed permission of a member of The Council Thirteen will result in immediate expulsion from the Fundamentum and a call will be put out for the offender's capture, whether dead or alive. SCP-6734 Description: SCP-6734 is a rapier currently within the possession of the Xerophyllan Royal Family. SCP-6734's blade is composed of a material known as Radiance Steel.1 SCP-6734's primary anomalous ability is its ability to completely absorb the soul of anyone slain by the blade. It is unknown what happens to the souls of the slain, but the bodies left behind have not been observed to reanimate and fall to the Rage of Yvith, leading to the current hypothesis that SCP-6734 stores souls within itself to fuel its other capabilities. While it contains one or more souls, SCP-6734's surface is incapable of becoming dirty. SCP-6734, provided it contains one or more souls, allow the wielder to regenerate from injuries. In testing, this ability has shown to be capable of closing open wounds, regenerating lost limbs, returning sight and hearing to those blinded or deafened by external forces and curing disease. Any person attempting to wield SCP-6734 who does not belong to the Royal Family of Xerophylla will find that SCP-6734's anomalous abilities will have their potency greatly reduced, but also that the object is slowly absorbing their soul. Currently, only those with the blood of the Xeraphon Dynasty are able to wield SCP-6734 without suffering these effects. Currently, SCP-6734 lacks an offical wielder. Personnel of Rank Three or higher should refer to the attached interview on their provided copies of this document. The following is a table of occasions SCP-6734 has been allowed to be used following its classification and addition to the Fundamentum's archives. Wielder Occasion Council Notes King Jacob Von Xeraphon XI His Majesty was granted use of the object during the Eve of Blood, so that he could fight alongside The Royal Army in their battle against the horde of risen corpses besieging Dezmond internally and outwardly from their graves. While his presence proved instrumental in driving back the hordes at the Southern Gates, he ultimately fell in battle, impaling himself with the object to fall to the Rage of Yvith himself. In the hours following his death, his daughter Irene and her husband George were pronounced the Queen and King of Holy Xerophylla. Their daughter, Linda, would receive the title of Princess of Greater Dezmond in her mother's place. The passing of His Majesty Jacob XI was a tragedy, simply put. One of many whose lives were lost during the Eve of Blood. His sacrifice is not to be forgotten, as long as Xerophylla stands. -VIII Duchess Harriette Von Xeraphon, second cousin to Queen Irene. The Duchess of Alpana requested access to the object in order to quell an uprising in former Ilcanan territories in the fallout from the Eve of Blood. Access was granted, and the uprising was crushed shortly after. The poor fools. Only through unity can we make it through these difficult times. -III Duke Saul Kepler, brother to King George. Requested use of the object to be displayed in his estate during a dinner party. Denied. Buffon. -X A figure of importance to the Royal Family Requested access to the object for use in an attempt to defeat an unnamed entity that had had been threatening a village in Southern Xerophylla. Denied due to the likelihood of the object's destruction or loss. We will not speak of what happened regarding this entry. Pasini will pay for the damages wrought in due time. -I The following note has been attached to all copies of the SCP-6734 documents, as per the request of Overseer III of the Council Novus Thirteen. To all staff operating within Holy Site-01 I thank you for taking the time to read this note. I am aware of the sentiments surrounding the containment of SCP-6734, and how it is being left to the Royal Family. Why, I hear you ask, should the family who called for our creation be the ones handling an aspect of the goals we ourselves swore to achieve? These questions will be answered with time, as many things are. Sadly, accelerating the temporal flow is something outside of my capability, so you must bear with us. Even if the time it takes is beyond that which you, the one reading this, will live to see. Remember, we die in the dark so we may see the light once more. -III The following is a transcript of a meeting between I and III of the Council Novus Thirteen, as recorded by III. I enters III's personal quarters under Holy Site-01. III stands from a kneeling position, and turns to face I. I: Hello, III. III: I. What brings you to my sanctum on this fine eve? I: I wanted to talk to you about SCP-6734. III: You too seek to criticize my decision to keep it within the Royal Family's possession? I: Nay, my friend, not at all. I simply wish to understand your insistence on the matter. You were… quite agitated regarding the matter during our last meeting. V is still somewhat rattled from some of the threats you threw around. III: I, my boy, you know how I am regarding my faith. Surely, you would've done much the same if she had said such things about your god? I: Not much use in posing such a question to a nonbeliever, but I digress. Explain yourself. III: I suppose you weren't fooled by the excuse of preserving the family's history through such items? I: No. III: Very well then. I take it you are aware of the Princess of Greater Xerophylla? I: Yes, III, I am very much aware of our future Queen's existence. Continue. III: Allow me to paint you a picture, I. Imagine for me, a warrior. Lithe, lightly armored. A symbol to those around her through virtue of birth. Wielding a weapon that can truly kill her enemies, and prevent her own fall so long as she ensures the fall of others. I: III- III: We have the tools in our possession. Her father is the greatest general to grace our Kingdom in generations. She is young, easily controlled and moved toward our vision. We have a weapon that can eliminate many of the dangers of combat so long as she is efficient. She is of royal birth, what better to rally the troops than to have one of the monarchy fight alongside them? I: III, do you hear yourself? III: Loud and clear, I. I: You're asking me to allow you to manipulate a child into becoming a soldier. Had you not considered she may want something else in life? What if she wishes to be a poet, or a diplomat? Anything rather than a Warrior-Queen. III: I have my ways of avoiding the possibilities. I: And what if her parents object? III: Who is George to object to me helping his daughter follow in his footsteps? I: Bloody hell. How much of this have you planned out? III: How much would you consider too much? I: You've already crossed that line. III: Oh well. I: III, I'm going to repeat myself. You see absolutely no problem in manipulating a child into becoming some kind of killing machine? III: Well, there are obviously moral quandaries in this matter. I: And how, dare I ask, are you looking to resolve them? III: Simple. Morals and the perfection of a goal such as this are incompatible. As such, I shall eschew the former. I: You sick bastard. III: Now now, I, temper. I: The other Council members will hear of this. III: You think the half of them will care? X would kill for someone to lead a charge against Pasini. VII is obsessed with seeing 6734 in action someday. II, IV and IX would all love something or someone that would handle the defense of the nation while we set our sights inward to repair the mess we've made. Morals are for newcomers and idiots in this line of work, I. You should know that. I: …This isn't the last you'll hear about this from me. III: I await when this comes back to bite me, oh dear I. Now, leave. You are interrupting my prayers. I: May Mekhane tear that steel abhorrence you call your flesh from your body and strike you to Hell for what your mind has conjured. III: Machina non curat hominem, I. Goodbye. Footnotes 1. Archivist's Note: Radiance Steel is discernable from regular steel due to its surface reflecting all colors of visible light when it is exposed to light. This trait is common to all objects made with the material, and is not considered to be part of the anomaly.

SCP-6735

euclid

Item #: SCP-6735 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6735 is presently contained in Unit #194 at Site-14's Anomalous Wildlife Wing. Subject is to be fed three times daily, and its containment cell should be cleared of ashen residue twice weekly. Usage of SCP-6735 for testing purposes requires prior consent from Director Magnus. Description: SCP-6735 is a mature male dog (Canis lupus familiaris) of indeterminate breed, first obtained in 1839 by Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal (HMFSCP). SCP-6735 possesses highly luminous eyes of red colouration, and displays a consistent internal temperature of 55 °C (131 °F), though this does not appear to cause any adverse health effects. Furthermore, the subject's footprints have been found to contain trace quantities of carbon ash, although no source for this can be determined. SCP-6735 is believed to be biologically immortal, and has not been observed to age or become sick at any point throughout its two centuries in containment. Notably, the subject walks with a slight limp (believed to be the result of blunt force trauma), suggesting that it does not hold any regenerative capabilities. SCP-6735 exhibits a unique form of telekinesis, being capable of unsealing locked doors, safes and storage cabinets at will, effective within a range of up to three meters. This ability does not extend to appliances fitted with electronic locks, and has not compromised security measures. Based on the the unexplained circumstances surrounding its recovery (see Addendum), researchers have hypothesized that SCP-6735 may also possess some degree of pyrokinetic ability. This remains speculative however, and the subject has demonstrated no such capacities while in Foundation custody. Addendum: SCP-6735 was previously owned by Walter Henshaw (1807 - 1839), a British occultist and purported sorcerer residing in the town of Weyford, England. While scouring the residence for information regarding SCP-6735's anomalous properties, a piece of parchment bearing handwritten instructions was found folded between the pages of an alchemical textbook. The contents of this document have been transcribed below: Cut from the corpse of a thief hanged at dusk (left preferable) Bandage in funerary shroud sewn by a widow Store in earthen vessel made with clay from a bishop's grave Powder with ferns plucked from a crossroads Pickle in brine of stolen salt and Marseilles vinegar Place by open window, and leave sit for six days and nights Light with wick woven from the dead man's hair. Henshaw's body was found lying next to a table in his private study. Cause of death was deemed immolation, despite no signs of fire damage to the property nor any apparent source of ignition. A shattered ceramic vase was found thrown beneath the open window. The skeletal remains of what was later confirmed to be a severed left hand were discovered partially buried in Henshaw's garden. Subsequent laboratory analysis revealed the presence of linen cloth, candle wax, acetic acid and canine saliva. It should be noted that SCP-6735's recovery coincided with an extranormal occurrence at a nearby medical college, where anatomy students were preparing for dissection of a recently executed convict. At some point prior to its acquisition, the cadaver's left hand was amputated and stolen by persons unknown. Before the procedure could commence, all students present reported that for a duration of approximately five seconds, the corpse was heard laughing. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6735" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6735. Licensed under CC-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-6736

euclid

SCP-6736: Enter the Salamancers Written by Rhys Tanner and Dr A Fungus does not match any existing user name, with proofreading by Monsoon Season and friends. -.-- . ... / -.-- . ... / .-.. --- ...- . / .... . .-.. .--. .. -. --. / .... .- - . . --.. / .- -. -.. / ... .- .-.. --- -. --..-- / -- .- -.- . / .. ... .-.. .- -. -.. / .... .- .--. .--. -.-- --..-- / -- .- -.- . / ..-. --- ..- -. -.. .- - .. --- -. / .... .- .--. .--. -.-- ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Rhys Tanner and A Fungus Assigned Site Site-90, Site-48 Site Director Dr. Yasya Najafabadi, Dr. Naomi Silang Research Head Dr. Ezekiel Hammond Assigned MTF Λ-40 ('Sasan's Sorcerers') Assigned Site Site-90, Site-48 Site Director Dr. Yasya Najafabadi, Dr. Naomi Silang Research Head Dr. Ezekiel Hammond Assigned MTF Λ-40 ('Sasan's Sorcerers') Item#: SCP-6736 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6736-Carthage Event in progress at Site-90, 11/10/2002. Special Containment Procedures: Site-901 contains the only wild breeding population of SCP-6736. Initiatives to expand this region to its previous natural range are ongoing. Mobile Task Force Lambda-40 ('Sasan's Sorcerers') will log meteorological and ecological data at every facility containing SCP-6736. Outside of Site-90, SCP-6736 is to be removed from a facility if the following conditions are present: an annual increase in precipitation in excess of 30% or a decrease of 5%; a 10% increase in local soil salinity; or a 30% increase in pollen count. An SCP-6736 adolescent participating in a socialization activity. At least two incursions into Site-90 are to be made by MTF Lambda-40 per week. The task force is to document SCP-6736-Aleph instances present in the environment and neutralize all glyphs of class 'Cathay' and class 'Carthage'. Counter-glyphs of class 'Garden', class 'Cloud', and class 'Yerevan' are to be utilized during SCP-6736-Caspian, -Ctesiphon, and -Carthage events. SCP-6736-Aleph instances identified by the public are to be neutralized and a cover story implicating GoI-4302 ('Children of Fire') is to be distributed. Per Reintegration Protocol #6736, instances of SCP-6736 housed at facilities outside Site-90 must be returned to Site-90 upon request. Instances in containment are to be housed together in 10m x 10m x 5m amphibious terrariums and always have materials available to enable written communication. Facilities currently authorized to house SCP-6736 include Site-17; Site-██; Site-28, Site-35; Site-48 (Variant Wing C); Site-██; Site-73; Zoological Facility-B34; Botanical Facility-Ш1; Facility-Λ9; Ethics Committee Baku Office; Tactical Theology ██████ Office. Description: SCP-6736 is a population of the genus Eoscapherpeton in the family of giant salamanders. It is currently native to the Caspian Hyrcanian forest ecoregion, but was present in a much wider range encompassing Asia Minor, Central Asia, and South Asia until as recently as seventy years ago.2 SCP-6736 is similar in physiology to other species of giant salamander, with the exception of bioluminescent markings on their extremities and epidermal glands capable of secreting a sulfur-based toxin.3 SCP-6736 have indefinite lifespans in captivity and retain the ability to regenerate limbs and to undergo neoteny4 of the gills. SCP-6736 instances are sapient, and develop cognition comparable to five-year-old human children5 if they are exposed to interactive social structures. Members of SCP-6736 are capable of recognizing human faces and personalities, and will socialize with human observers as equals if encountered. SCP-6736-032 ('Edna'), estimated age 59, housed at Variant Site-48. Members of SCP-6736 communicate using a sophisticated combination of percussive noise, body language, gestures, vocalizations, drawing, and writing. They are able to communicate emotions and abstract concepts through an understanding of symbolism. With sufficient education they can comprehend arithmetic, multiple expressions of human language, and be trained to participate fluently in conversation using Morse code. SCP-6736's communication makes use of multiple politeness registers, with formal introductions usually involving the collaborative creation of a pictogram.6 Members of SCP-6736 exhibit a passive antimemetic effect, making them difficult to directly observe. Individuals struggle to perceive members of SCP-6736 as fixed objects in their environment, often losing track of them or failing to notice them entirely. This effect is cumulative, amplifying with each instance of SCP-6736 present in a given space. Large or tightly-packed groups exhibit such a strong effect that they can become visually undetectable. This effect is lessened significantly when instances interact with people they recognize. + Addendum- SCP-6736-Aleph - Addendum- SCP-6736-Aleph SCP-6736-Aleph is the designation for thaumatological effects associated with the Hyrcanian Pictography. Wild specimens of SCP-6736 are able to create syntactically unique pictograms using a combination of the Hyrcanian Pictography and collective ritual, such as music and dance, from a very young age. These rituals can radically alter the local weather and ecology of the area in which they are performed. Wild specimens will instinctively draw pictograms using whatever medium is available, including soil, tree resin, algae, foliage, mucus and writing utensils. Hycranian Pictography tends to appear more often in the environment during important stages of SCP-6736's life cycle, such as breeding season or after forest fires. Individual glyphs do not, in and of themselves, manifest thaumatological effects; rather, SCP-6736 uses the symbols to communicate concepts to each other, causing the thaumatological effects to activate as SCP-6736 performs other tasks. Because of this, a symbol's effect changes in proportion to the frequency of its use, fluctuating in "power" as SCP-6736 creates or erases it from its surroundings. The effects manifested are categorized below by memetic class. Memetic Class Glyphs Description Garden Invokes the Earth and instincts. Cloud Invokes water and survival. Caspian Invokes the sky and socializing. Ctesiphon Invokes fire and birth. Cathay Invokes wisdom and history. Carthage Invokes salt and death. Yerevan Invokes humanity and the artificial. The following passages are cited from Authors of the Earth by Dr. Yasya Najafabadi, PhD in Historical Linguistics, published internally in 2006: So, when did the Hyrcanians develop their script? A simple question with a complicated answer. We must first take into account that the script is not, in any sense, developed. Logographies as typified by Chinese characters utilize both precise calligraphy and an established lexicon to disseminate meaning. For Hyrcanians, these are only suggestions. The set of glyphs used throughout this text cover over 95% of known lexical items, but the number of potential glyphs is functionally infinite. We speculate that SCP-6736's "vocabulary" has grown and shrunk many times throughout history … … Suppose you have written a note card and a highly intricate message, or heard a spoken message that you will not hear again. You might resort to the use of shorthand and abbreviation to condense such information. Writing exists to not only assign a reproducible value to phonetic information, but also to maintain that value across generations as phonetics change. Many people believe, incorrectly, that the Hycranian script functions in the same way. But human historical precedent would disagree. Languages change as their speakers do. For writing systems developed for oral traditions, radical shifts in meaning are an inevitability. But for Hyrcanians, the phonemic value7 of their voice has no bearing on the words written, and symbols can be made, changed or unmade on a whim. So, where is meaning derived? As far as we can tell, cultural value, context, and not much else … … If we know that the myths associated with salamanders have reflected Aleph-class events since at least Pliny the Elder, then it's easy to claim Hyrcanian was established nearly two millennia ago. But, this is not the complete picture either. Do we go back further, make connections between their writing and our proto-writing, our hieroglyphs? It will serve us better to start with something concrete: our oldest preserved Hyrcanian glyphs shortly predate the Sassanian Empire, and this period is more bountiful in evidence than any others before 1700 … … The most unique aspect of Hyrcanian is that it does not exist to transmit information to the future. The fundamental motivation of all physical mediums developed by humanity, to outlast our ephemeral use of language, is a notion which Hyrcanian pictograms reject. Hyrcanians have preserved their gift not through reason, but through instinct. While our language survives to tell us what has happened, Hyrcanian tells its speakers what is happening. Two adult members of SCP-6736 adjusting to a Site-90 terrarium. Addendum- Discovery: SCP-6736 was poorly studied prior to the 1950s. Because of the species' antimemetic properties, accurate population estimates are exceedingly difficult to collect, but environmental markers suggest a current population ranging anywhere between 12,000 and 100,000 individuals. Their anomalous abilities were discovered in 1954, when a captive member of SCP-6736 produced glyphs as part of a circus exhibition in Astara, Iran. Interrogation of the proprietors led the Foundation to GoI-4302 ('Children of Fire'), a millenarian sect of Zoroastrianism. Further probing from an agent recruited from within GoI-4302 resulted in the discovery of a compound in Sorkhanhol Wildlife Refuge which contained at least 14 instances of SCP-6736. A mobile task force entered the facility and the instances were contained. + Refuge Log - Refuge Log 21/05/1954 Foreword: Agent Uysal, Agent Zhordania, and informant Alizadeh isolate two members of SCP-6736 for observation in a chamber exposed to the surrounding forest. Translated from Russian. <Begin Log> [Subjects are seen on video scrawling into the ground as footage begins.] Zhordania: Containment log one. Objects are capable of pattern recognition of symbols instilled by trainers. Alizadeh: … And this sign… This is the sign for 'salt'. And this one is 'gift'. They want salt. 'No'. Uysal: No? Alizadeh: No. They're just making the sign for 'no'. 'No give salt'. There's too much salt in the dirt. Zhordania: There's no salt in the dirt, idiot. Alizadeh: 'No salt human'. That one's 'human'. [Subjects collaboratively scrawl 'danger', obscuring the 'human' glyph.] Uysal: It's crossing us out. Zhordania: I think I get that one. <End Log> Afterword: 14 subjects of various ages were stored in an amphibious terrarium at nearby Site-71. Alizadeh was tentatively permitted to act as caretaker of the anomalies. Their antimemetic properties led to a gradual containment failure, resulting in a rapid growth of the SCP-6736 population at the site. Informant Alizadeh conspired with members of GoI-4302 to expand the Site-71 containment area to four square acres, enough space for the now 104 specimens. Due to the antimemetic properties of the anomaly and the remote location of site, this change went undiscovered for over a year. + SCP-6736 Site Log 104 - SCP-6736 Site Log 104 01/06/1955 <Begin Log> [Personnel are filming what appears to be an empty terrarium. They have difficulty finding SCP-6736 until Agent Zhordania trips over an older specimen.] Zhordania: What the hell is this? Why is it outside? Alizadeh: Summer storm, Zhordania. [Zhordania appears to be the first agent capable of perceiving the multitude of specimens.] Zhordania: What the hell have you done, Alizadeh? [pointing] Uysal, look at this. Uysal: What … oh God, how many of these things are there? <End Log> Afterword: While originally reported as an exponential reproductive phenomenon, the cause of the containment breach was eventually blamed on the team's failure to account for antimemetic hazards. Rigorous search for and containment of SCP-6736 specimens was subsequently undertaken at Site-71. Addendum- History: Pre-Foundation sources about SCP-6736, SCP-6736-Aleph, and its effect on history do not stand up to rigorous academic scrutiny. Thus, an established history of SCP-6736 does not extend much further back than the 20th century. However, it is well-established that SCP-6736 was critically endangered by the mid-90s, primarily due to aggressive policies enacted against GoI-4302 by Iran and the Soviet Union. GoI-4302 covertly maintained populations of SCP-6736 for an undetermined amount of time.8 Surveillance of the group was made difficult by concurrent political conflicts and opposition to Foundation activity in the region. SCP-6736-Aleph events related to GoI-4302 were thus responded to on a case-by-case basis. + Class-Ctesiphon Event 06 - Hide 26/07/1975 Description: A high-magnitude Class-Ctesiphon event occurred in Golestan National Park, Iran. GoI-4302 organized the event by relocating various broods to a centralized location within the surrounding forest. Using the glyphs for "fire", "tree", and "storm", GoI-4302 created a forest fire over an area of approximately 16km2. Within this forest fire was a clutch of approximately 10,000 eggs belonging to SCP-6736, which were protected from the intense heat. Approximately 6,000 hatchlings were believed to have been released by this Class-Ctesiphon event. Conclusion: Foundation agents tasked with controlling the population of SCP-6736 immediately identified the forest fire as a result of anomaly, and successfully terminated over 2,000 instances spawned from event. + Class-Caspian Event 02 - Hide 01/05/1984 Description: in 1979, the Islamic Republic of Iran established a prohibition on both Foundation activity and the activity of GoI-4302. Public displays of the Children of Fire's Zoroastrian beliefs were criminalized, resulting in the group's clandestine activity increasing and millenarian philosophy becoming more radical. Incorporation of psychotropic substances into religious ceremonies, including the administration of substances to SCP-6736 instances, became a practice of the sect. Glyphs for "know", "sky", "horizon", and "king" were scrawled throughout a compound in Ajan Sangarli, Iran. The resulting Class-Caspian event was a memetic hazard affecting members of GoI-4302 and SCP-6736. Subjects experienced visions described as apocalyptic, perceiving the return of a Shah9 who would serve as a world leader in league with the "Spenta Mainyu"10 in a battle against the "Angra Mainyu".11 Conclusion: Activity discovered retroactively following first Class-Carthage Event. + Class-Carthage Event 01 - Hide 04/08/1985 Description: The group of individuals and SCP-6736 affected by SCP-6736-Caspian-02 trekked to the city of Aralsk, Kazakhstan. Approximately 5,000 instances of SCP-6736 were compelled by memetic hazard to scrawl the symbols for "salt/danger", "ritual", "sandstorm", and "king". Interviews of GoI-4302 members involved suggest that this was an attempt to prevent or delay the arrival of the Angra Mainyu. At approximately 12:00 local time, an anomalous sandstorm began to develop in the region, affecting an area of nearly 2,500km2. The storm persisted for several days and resulted in over nine hundred casualties. A profound ecological collapse would later affect the surrounding farmland, degrading the corridor from the Aral Sea to the Caspian Sea into a massive salt flat. Conclusion: Attempts to reverse environmental damage are ongoing, but are hindered by both a lack of cooperation with Foundation personnel and existing hydropower and irrigation installations draining the Aral Sea further. The government of the Soviet Union would later respond with procedures to neutralize SCP-6736. + GRU Division "P" Memorandum - Hide Memorandum OSI "SCYTHIAN" | DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT II APPROVED 13.XI.1985 | PRINTOUT NR: 3 SIGNED .................. S DEPARTMENT HEAD III-P-9-GRU RESPONSIBLE PERSONNEL: Neftaly Gorogod, Stepan Tyulkin DETAIL: OSI "SCYTHIAN" is the designation of a previously poorly understood species of salamander. It is now understood that this species is intelligent and capable of dramatically restructuring the chemical composition of the environment in which it resides. These changes are performed using the following mechanisms: "SCYTHIANS" establish a thaumic conduit through runic scripture This runic scripture can generate undirected masses of salt, water, fire, and organic matter Strength of effects is contingent on numbers of runes amassed These actions have had a disastrous effect on the regions of the Union inhabited by "SCYTHIANS". It is well-established that Western powers have conspired against the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics by releasing waves of "SCYTHIANS" into the environment where there were previously few or none present. In doing so, they have compromised the water reserves of the Union and rendered barren the once-fertile land in the Caspian belt. PROPOSED USES: (i) Agricultural Improvements: REJECTED - A reliable way to enforce the creation of runes associated with rain or environmental recovery is not currently available. (ii) Weaponization: REJECTED - Members of "SCYTHIAN" are not capable of directing their magic outside of their area of habitation. (iii) Relocation: APPROVED - One breeding population of "SCYTHIANS" will be preserved for potential future use. PROJECT: OSI "SCYTHIANS" are an existential threat to the continued survival of the Union. In less than two years, "SCYTHIAN" numbers may result in mass crop die-off. Project "RASHIDUN", a culling of all "SCYTHIANS" in the Caspian Sea region, including within the nation of Iran, is to be implemented. Long Live the Soviet Union. Despite SCP-6736's antimemetic properties, data indicates that the actions of GRU Division "P", and, to a lesser extent, the ORIA, were successful in reducing SCP-6736's population throughout their original habitat range. Outside of an estimated 2,000 specimens in Azerbaijan and 200 in Turkmenistan, SCP-6736 is now considered functionally extinct within the borders of the former Soviet Union. Addendum- Reintegration Proposal: Following multiple decades of continued observation and study, Site-90 concluded that SCP-6736 was of no apparent risk to Foundation personnel and declared it safely contained. Resident research head Ezekiel Hammond made an appeal to the Foundation Ethics Committee in October of the same year, citing that the species' capacity for intelligent thought were potential assets to future containment efforts and study of similar organisms. Also cited was a successful reversal of a Class-Carthage event's effect on soil salinity within Site-90, achieved by informing SCP-6736 of the event's negative effects and through the utilization of Cloud and Garden counter-glyphs. From the Office of Dr. Ezekiel Hammond, Site-90 10/10/2016 To the Office of the Ethics Committee Regarding the protection of SCP-6736 under the Pseudohuman Civil Rights Act Forward to: Ethics Committee members E-1 through E14; E-21; E-25; E-40; E-49 I, Site-90 head researcher Ezekiel Hammond, submit the following to the Ethics Committee: SCP-6736 is an integral component of its local biosphere; SCP-6736 has potential applications as a means of terraforming or environmental restoration; SCP-6736's anomalous properties do not pose a risk to continued containment, or to the exposure of itself or other Foundation assets; SCP-6736's anomalous properties are easily controlled and monitored, and they have the potential to positively impact Foundation site security and morale with their presence if accommodated; SCP-6736 has repeatedly demonstrated a capacity for human or near-human intellect and properties of sapience as defined under the Pseudohuman Civil Rights Act: Understanding of personhood, perception of self by other intelligent creatures and individual and group identity; Distinct cultural traditions and values; Ability to communicate fluently with humans (trained in use of Morse code); Capacity for intelligent, peer-to-peer communication as defined in the 2016 edition of the Ngwane-Turei Accord; Complex internal concepts of self such as empathy, altruism, and the creation and maintenance of multiple types of social bonds; Command over basic forms of thaumaturgy and ritual It is my professional opinion that SCP-6736 is a sapient, autonomous entity of minimal risk to itself or others, and is therefore eligible for a reintegration appeal. On behalf of my colleagues and myself, I submit the records of Site-90 from the years of 1998 to present for your consideration in this matter. We await your correspondence. Regards, Dr. Ezekiel Hammond Reintegration Committee representative "Hatess" arrived at Site-90 shortly after they received Dr. Hammond's inquiry. Over the course of the next several months, they completed an exhaustive assessment of the site's internal records and resident staff, testing over one hundred of Site-90's SCP-6736 instances for cognitive ability, thaumatological properties and capacity for socialization. + Hatess Entry 0058: SCP-6736 Appeal, Day 0 Field Study - Hide Entry Foreword: Representative Hatess is accompanying a pair of Lambda-40 agents (Lim Chung-Ho and Navarro Ruiz) during a routine perimeter survey of Site-90. <Begin Log> Chung-Ho: … and that one there is "shelter." Hatess: Thank you, agent Chung-Ho, but I have a copy of the glossaries. I'm cataloging what I see. You should be too. Ruiz: [to Chung-Ho] Not getting paid hourly, remember. We got another acre to do. [to Hatess] I hope you're finding Site-90 to your liking, representative. Hatess: Too hot, too wet. Not your fault, though. This is the asset's natural home, correct? They survive best here? Weren't relocated? Ruiz: That's correct. Our terrariums match the Hycranian climate as closely as possible, and SCP-6736 reacts favorably to them. [Hatess wipes a sheen of rainwater from their jacket. They grimace and shake their hand.] Chung-Ho: Come on, Hatess. They've got rain where you're from, surely. Hatess: [Deadpan] Nope. It rains blood where I come from. Blood and guts. [to Ruiz] Suppose there's not a … drier population, is there? Ruiz: Not anymore. During the 20th century they reached as far as the Aral Sea. Their habitat is a fraction of what it once was. Or so the director tells me. Hatess: I'm not interested in the Aral Sea, mister Ruiz, I'm interested in the lizards. Chung-Ho: [Interjecting] Amphibians, ma'am. Hatess: The Committee handles taxonomies, dear. Lizards are lizards. [Hatess turns to agent Chung-Ho and bares their teeth, peeling back the skin of their jaw to reveal their molars.] Hatess: And I'm not a ma'am. [The team continues in silence. Agent Chung-Ho refuses to speak for the remainder of the survey.] [Hatess stops as the team reaches a clearing. They inspect the tree line, then turn to agent Ruiz.] Hatess: They're here, aren't they? Seven or eight of them. Ruiz: Uh … [Ruiz checks his tablet. Seven members of SCP-6736 are detectable in the clearing.] Ruiz: … seven, yes. Are you able to see them, representative Hatess? Hatess: Smell. [sniffling] Reeks of pepper. [Hatess steps into the center of the clearing and claps their hands twice.] Hatess: Alright, darlings. Roll call. [SCP-6736-044 ("Dudley") approaches Hatess. He sits up on his hind legs, waving a stick with his forelimbs. Hatess crouches down to meet him at eye level and smirks.] Hatess: Hello, little fella. Dudley: .... . .-.. .-.. --- / .... . .-.. .-.. --- / -. . .-- / .... . .-.. .-.. --- HELLO HELLO NEW HELLO [Dudley begins drawing a circle in the dirt. He creates a series of pictograms, then offers the stick to Hatess.] Dudley: -- .- -.- . / - .-. .- -.. . / ..-. --- ..- -. -.. .- - .. --- -. / .... ..- -- .- -. --..-- / .... . .-.. .-.. --- / -.-- . ... MAKE TRADE FOUNDATION HUMAN, HELLO YES Ruiz: Dudley, this is representative Hatess. They're here to make friends. Dudley: -.-- . ... / -.-- . ... / -- .- -.- . / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. / .... .- - . . --.. YES YES MAKE FRIEND HATEEZ [sic] Hatess: This is the bonding behavior Hammond discussed, I assume. [Ruiz nods. Hatess takes the stick from Dudley and draws the glyph for "Foundation", followed by "yes", "human" and a spiral symbol of their own design. They return the stick.] Hatess: Alright, Dudley, draw me like one of your French Sarkites. [Hatess and Dudley collaborate on their pictogram for several minutes.] Dudley: ...- . .-. -.-- / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. -.-.-- / .... .- - . . --.. / ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. / -.. ..- -.. .-.. . -.-- / --. .-. . .- - .-.. -.-- / -.-- . ... / -.-- . ... / -.-- . ... VERY FRIEND! HATEEZ [sic] FRIEND DUDLEY GREATLY YES YES YES [Dudley waddles repeatedly in circles. Hatess stands and takes a series of notes.] Hatess: You said there was an outpost past the clearing? Ruiz: That's correct. Hatess: I'll be collaborating with my liaison back at the site, then. Your service is appreciated, gentlemen. [Hatess swivels and exits the clearing. They scowl at Chung-Ho as they pass, making a point to bump into him. After a short delay, Ruiz rejoins Chung-ho and the two resume their survey.] Ruiz: You really fucked that up. <End Log> + Hatess Entry 0070: SCP-6736-90-032 ("Edna") Aptitude Evaluation - Hide Entry <Begin Log> [Hatess sits across from Edna and Site-90 head researcher Ezekiel Hammond. The three are eating lunch: two sandwiches for Hammond and Hatess, and a plate of mealworms and fruit slices for Edna.] [Hatess pores over their field notes. Edna slaps her tail obstinately and Hammond hands her a grapefruit, which she begins peeling.] Hammond: Exceptional, aren't they? [to Edna] Hook your thumb in there, dear. That's it. Edna: .. / -.-. .- -. / ..- ... . / -- -.-- / .... .- -. -.. ... / .... .- -- -- --- -. -.. I CAN USE MY HANDS HAMMOND [Edna struggles with the grapefruit. Hammond opens his own field notes, sighing.] Hatess: This one scored much higher than the others. I assume age correlates positively with intelligence? Hammond: Edna has been living at Site-90 since 1988. Juveniles fully mature after about four years or so, so at her youngest she would have been around 32. But other specimens of similar age ranges demonstrate much lower intelligence, at least in regards to speech and mathematics. We speculate she's much older than that. Possibly 40 or 50. [Hatess studies Hammond's notes. They sort a series of glyphs and write them out on a piece of paper.] Hatess: And the "Cathay" glyphs are reserved for elders … [Hatess passes the paper to Edna.] Hatess: Got something to tell me, Edna? [Edna slaps the table repeatedly with her hands, then pushes the paper away.] Edna: ..- -. -.- .. -. -.. / - --- / .- ... -.- / .- / .-.. .- -.. -.-- / .... . .-. / .- --. . UNKIND TO ASK A LADY HER AGE [Hatess chuckles.] Hatess: [to Hammond] You said they can change the power of these things. Hammond: At the behest of a leader, yes. We believe that the power is tied to their collective belief rather than the symbols themselves. The symbols' strength is a consequence of that change, rather than the cause of it, if you follow. Hatess: So not as easy as writing our own, then. Hammond: I suppose you could, with control of an elder to relegate such things. But most of their actions are instinctual. They just create glyphs as they work. It's … not quite spontaneous, but very few of them create with discernable purpose. It's possible that influencing their emotional state would achieve what you're talking about. Hatess: Hm. [To Edna] If you're done, little lady, I think we have a prior engagement. I want to see how well you can disappear. Edna: .. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / .-.. --- ...- . / - --- / -.. .. ... .- .--. .--. . .- .-. / .-. . .--. .-. . ... . -. - .- - .. ...- . / .... .- - . ... ... --..-- / -.. --- / -. --- - / ..-. --- .-.. .-.. --- .-- I WOULD LOVE TO DISAPPEAR REPRESENTATIVE HATESS, DO NOT FOLLOW [Hatess stands, motioning for Hammond and Edna to join them.] Hatess: Sorry, old-timer. My legs are longer than yours. [Edna grumbles.] <End Log> SCP-6736 | Regarding Appeal for Reintegration, 10/10/2016 STATUS: APPROVED—PARTIAL EXEMPTION Determination: SCP-6736 Site-90 population scored, on average, above baseline in Reintegration Aptitude tests, meeting qualifications for a sapient population in accordance with Pseudohuman Civil Rights Act Polity Statute; SCP-6736 Site-90 population exhibits persistent, positive impact on local biosphere; Restoration of SCP-6736 to pre-decline habitat ranges conducive to Foundation reconciliation efforts with the states within the Caspian ecoregion; SCP-6736 culture, thaumatological abilities, and non-hostile appearance may be beneficial to expedited containment of indigenous Ahnwari population; SCP-6736 temperament suggests minimal likelihood of organized resistance in the event that relations decay Recommendation: The Committee determines that SCP-6736 is eligible for the Reintegration Protocol. Subject's properties make it a sapient species as defined by the Pseudohuman Civil Rights Act. Comprehensive diplomatic efforts between Foundation handlers and SCP-6736 are hereby authorized. Begin development of site accommodations, personnel orientation and social acclimatization of SCP-6736 to Foundation facilities pursuant to the objectives described above. The following sites are APPROVED for initial trial phases of SCP-6736 reintegration procedure: Site-48, Anthropoid Site-48, Variant Site-90 In the event of successful reintegration, additional trial phases are APPROVED for the following sites: Site-17 (direct supervision only) Site-21 Site-35 Site-73 (terrestrial applications only) Site-48ψ, Terminus Ring, Substrate Quarter, Path of Totality hull surface sites ψ-Aleph, ψ-Tet, ψ-Samek, ψ-Qoph (direct supervision only) If you believe an error has been made in this assessment, or if you have any further inquiries, please direct all subsequent correspondence to your assigned Reintegration Committee representative. To commemorate the reintegration of SCP-6736, Variant Site-48 director Dr. Naomi Silang visited Site-90. She, Anthropoid Site-48 director Dr. Gianluca Ionas, Dr. Ezekiel Hammond and representative Hatess participated in a "life-sharing" ceremony with the elders of the SCP-6736 population. Site-90 "Life-sharing" ceremonial pictogram. Hatess's spiral signature and Ionas's star signature are visible on the right. Footnotes 1. Encompassing multiple national parks and protected areas within the Caspian Hyrcanian mixed forest ecoregion of Iran, Azerbaijan, and Turkmenistan. 2. SCP-6736's largest population range during the Anthropocene epoch occurred during the 1950s. 3. This compound is mildly irritating to humans and irritating or life-threatening to small vertebrates. 4. Reemergence of traits from earlier stages of development in adulthood. 5. Most members of SCP-6736 do not reach a level of cognitive function past this point, but some may develop greater intelligence as they age. 6. These pictograms are referred to hereafter as Hyrcanian Pictography. 7. Amount of distinct sounds within a language. Hycranian uses a three-vowel system and multiple consonants to which there are no human analogs. 8. 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SCP-6737: Come Fly With Me Author: A Fungus, an actual crustacean ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a content warning: Grief, Murder, Kidnapping ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6737 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Anthropoid Site-48 Site Director Dr. Ionas Research Head Head Researcher Osman Assigned MTF Τ-14 ('Dutch Shepherds') Assigned Site Anthropoid Site-48 Site Director Dr. Ionas Research Head Head Researcher Osman Assigned MTF Τ-14 ('Dutch Shepherds') SCP-6737-B-009, KLM 932 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Tau-14 ('Dutch Shepherds') will monitor air traffic and acquire the flight manifest of every wide-body cargo and passenger airliner destined for Amsterdam Airport Schiphol (AMS) between Friday at 11:00 and Saturday at 11:00. All abnormalities between flight manifest at time of take-off and at time of landing are to be investigated for the presence of SCP-6737-A. Upon acquisition of SCP-6737-A, MTF Tau-14 will bring subject to Anthropoid Site-48 for assessment. By Order of the Ethics Committee, eligibility for Reintegration Protocol is to be determined on a case-by-case basis; See Reintegration Protocol #6737 for further details. Description: SCP-6737 is a recurring anomaly affecting flights to Amsterdam Airport Schiphol (AMS). Within a weekly 24-hour timeframe, a varying number1 of individuals (designated SCP-6737-A) will appear within AMS or onboard any number of wide-body aircraft (designated SCP-6737-B) inbound to the airport. Each instance of SCP-6737-A possesses a simulacrum of the identity of an individual who has gone missing and is presumed dead prior to manifestation. SCP-6737-B typically either departs from or has a layover at the international airport nearest to SCP-6737-A's last known whereabouts or the potential location of their remains. SCP-6737-A subjects do not recall the immediate circumstances of their disappearance and react with unease when informed of traumatic experiences. Instances of SCP-6737-A display intricate false memories which create the belief of having lived a normal life leading up to the decision to board SCP-6737-B. This belief may be superficially supported by personal effects manifested with SCP-6737-A. Addendum- Discovery: The first three SCP-6737-A instances manifested on 02/05/2014. American Airlines 2610 departed from Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport (KVG) at 06:40 EST, arriving at AMS at 12:20 CET. SCP-6737-A-001 identified as Lee Ellison, age 18 at time of acquisition. SCP-6737-A-001 was the subject of a missing persons investigation since 19/02/2009, declared a homicide 03/04/2009. Murray Souza would be convicted of her murder and two others in the Cincinnati area; although blood evidence was crucial in the trial, Ellison's remains were never located. SCP-6737-A-001 sent the following text messages to the mother of Ellison: just landed mom who is this??? lee lol brb i gotta look for jenny. probably at a bar. you know they let us drink here?? and you can't stop us lol whoever the fck u are this isnt funny. fck you calm tf down it's just a drink. are you alright? sick bstard impersonating my dead child. do i know u? havent seen jenny in years bitch …. are you the one drinking? call me. <SCP-6737-A-001 has a correspondence with the mother over video call, prompting her to alert media and authorities.> At 18:30 CET, KLM 838 arrived from Singapore Changi Airport (SIN) carrying SCP-6737-A-002, identified as Min Jiang, age 38. Jiang was last documented 15/02/1999. Subject allegedly ceased contact with her parents in Suzhou, China due to an interpersonal dispute, and abandoned her apartment intact, her family never receiving correspondence until after appearance at AMS. At 19:10 CET, Aeromexico 553 arrived after layover at Cancun International Airport (CUN). SCP-6737-A-003 identified as Roman da Silva, age 27, a Brazilian national who went missing on 05/06/2013 during a vacation trip to Mexico. During a recreational scuba diving excursion in the Gulf of Mexico, subject was separated from his diving group and never found. After manifestation at AMS, SCP-6737-A-003 began posting to social media images of himself at various locations in the city and was inundated with incredulous messages asking his whereabouts. ████████ replayed your story. Dude, wtaf?? kkkk i know, amsterdam girls go crazy Mate, they said you were dead. They had a wake for you. what the hell is this They all must have been greatly exaggerating, i guess Is this a joke to you? Christina blamed herself for the whole year. It was devastating idk why everyone's so mad if you wanted to see me, you could have All subjects were discovered, contained, and interviewed at various points in time. Information released by and in relation to each subject has been suppressed. The following week, 12 SCP-6737-A instances manifested within a 24-hour period on 09/05/2014 and 10/05/2014. Addendum- Site-48: Acquired from Schiphol Group 10/04/1998, Transit Facility-48 (LEY) has been retrofitted from inert Safe-class storage to a site dedicated to humanoid containment. Facility is to be operated under the front group Schiphol Crown Passenger Flights and serve as the primary nexus for the Orientation/Reintegration of SCP-6737-A. Flights with confirmed SCP-6737 activity are permitted to land directly at Site-48 under extenuating circumstances. Approved 25/06/2014. SCP-6737-A instances are to be contained for purposes of research for no more than 3 days before receiving D-Class orientation amended by Order of the Ethics Committee; see Reintegration Protocol #6737. Exterior of Site-48 (LEY) LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Hide Addendums Addendum- Instance Log: Date SCP-6737-A SCP-6737-B Event 10/01/2015 Paula, Frédéric Mercado, Ages 38 and 32; Their three children, Ages 12, 10, and 9; A-313 - 317 Iberia 3341; Marrakesh Menara Airport (RAK) Last seen in Casablanca 26/02/2014, vehicle was found 10/03/2014 offroad in Atlas Mountains, presumed foul play. Entire family manifested at gate upon landing. 22/08/2015 Danilo Wessen, Age 42; A-1942 Lufthansa 1665; Sibiu Int'l Airport (SBZ) Person of interest in SCP-████ investigation. Last seen 20/01/2009, presumed deceased. 17/04/2016 Galina Perikoc, Age 43; A-2953 Eurowings 2977; Zagreb Franjo Tuđman Airport (ZAG) Uneventful. 02/06/2017 Boris Manyekovich, Age 63; A-4466 Pegasus Airlines 401; Grozny Airport (GRV) Russian multi-millionaire and vocal critic of corruption and Russian mafia. Reported missing 30/08/2015, presumed assassinated. Identified by civilian authorities while demanding asylum in American embassy. 20/12/2019 - 21/12/2019 Various; A-5918 - 6480 Various Abnormally high number of instances (562 manifestations) constituting 0.5% of all passengers arriving at AMS in that period. Cost of containment overflow to various sites compensated by Reintegration Committee. 19/03/2020 Marcurio Wilson, Age 32; A-6794 Kam Air 15; Hamid Karzai Int'l Airport (KBL) US Army Corporal reported MIA 13/09/2016 as part of SCP-████ investigation. Claimed to be 'deadheading' aboard a cargo flight from Afghanistan. Subject presented self to personnel in order to provide testimony of his disappearance, the only subject to ever do so. Addendum- Research Log: SCP-6737-A instances slated for research should be contained in Wing B of Site-48. Upon completion, subjects are to be moved to Wing D for orientation. Current allotted capacity of Wing B is 4 12 18 individual containment cells. <Research Log 6737.2.1> 03/05/2014 Roman da Silva, Age 27; A-003 Aeromexico 553 (CUN) Personnel Present: Researcher ██████, Agent Ribeiro Prior: Subject was physically examined prior to interview for anomalous pathologies. All readings indicate baseline human functions. Agent Ribeiro interprets for subject. <Begin transcript> Agent Ribeiro: [Portuguese] Roman, I'm so sorry this has all been so bizarre. Are you ready to talk to Customs now? A-003: [PT] I've said everything. There's nothing wrong with my passport. Do you know how many miles I have? Agent Ribeiro: [PT] Okay, listen. The game is up, we have evidence that 'Roman da Silva' is dead and has been dead for a year. You're the only person that can explain why you have his passport. A-003: [EN] I am goddamn Roman da Silva! [PT] You're out of your damn mind! Researcher ██████: Okay, Roman da Silva. <Researcher ██████ produces images of memorial service held for Roman da Silva.> Researcher ██████: Tu madre [sic] gave us those. Agent Ribeiro: [PT] Why would you put people through this, Roman? A-003: [PT] I… Listen, I don't know what this is. I feel like you're trying to make me insane. I don't know why everyone is saying this. Agent Ribeiro: [PT] So you aren't going to explain your disappearance? A-003: [PT] I can't. I don't understand. Agent Ribeiro: [PT] Roman, do you remember scuba diving in Cancun last year? A-003: [PT] Yes. I also remember coming home from Cancun. They're all wrong. Agent Ribeiro: [PT] Clearly, Roman, you didn't die out there. What else can you tell me? A-003: [PT] Nothing weird happened. Nothing else happened when I went back to Cancun this week. Nothing until I came here and everyone lost their minds. Agent Ribeiro: [PT] You're really confident that you don't have anything to say? A-003: [PT] If I'm under arrest, we can stop talking now. Agent Ribeiro: [PT] Roman, would you like to see a neurologist? I've never seen amnesia quite like this. A-003: [PT] I'm not crazy, alright. I'll take a brain scan to prove it. Researcher ██████: What are we saying? Agent Ribeiro: He's ready for intake. <End transcript> Findings: Subject's DNA matches Roman da Silva. Subject is non-combative and superficially non-anomalous. After period of research at Site-██, subject displayed a cognitive decline and was prepared for D-Class orientation. <Research Log 6737.314.3> 12/01/2015 Frédéric Mercado, Age 32; A-314 Iberia 3341 (RAK) Personnel Present: Researcher Osman, Dr. ████████ Prior: Subject administered Class-W mnestics. Translated from French. <Begin transcript> Researcher Osman: Hello Frédéric, you understand how this memory enhancer works? A-314: Yes. Researcher Osman: You understand that we need to get the facts straight if we want your family to get back home? A-314: Yes. Researcher Osman: Give us something new. Go through the timeline. A-314: The timeline? Researcher Osman: Start when you were driving into the interior of the country. A-314: We left from Casablanca to see some of the only forests in Morocco. We went through the Atlas Mountains. Then we went back. Do you want me to say it ten more times? Researcher Osman: The point of the drug administered is to help you sift through these memories. Please, if you have the tiniest detail, say it again. Anyone you saw on the road, anyone who stopped you. Did you ask for directions? A-314: Just the horse riders. Researcher Osman: Horse riders? A-314: I guess locals. They helped us on the backroads in the mountains. Researcher Osman: Helped you in what way? <Silence.> A-314: I'm not sure. Maybe they weren't on horses. Researcher Osman: At what point did you leave the car behind? A-314: When it was safe. Researcher Osman: Safe? A-314: In the morning it was safe. Researcher Osman: Safe from what? <Silence.> A-314: I'm not sure. <End transcript> Findings: Circumstances of subject's disappearance remain inconclusive. Petition by Researcher Osman to postpone orientation of subject has been denied. <Research Log 6737.1942.2> 22/08/2015 Danilo Wessen, Age 42; A-1942 Lufthansa 1665 (SBZ) Personnel Present: Researcher Osman, Dr. ████████ Prior: Research Osman identified subject from previous Foundation investigation. Subject administered Class-W mnestics. <Begin transcript> Researcher Osman: Danilo, I'm glad to see you. A-1942: Uhm, oh yeah. I remember you. I am glad to see you. The investigator. Researcher Osman: Yeah, something like that. Danilo, we gave you that mnestic to talk about that. Dr. ████████: A-1-9-4-2, can you describe the circumstances of your whereabouts after the twentieth of January, 2009? Researcher Osman: Cool it with the canned language. He's been through this before. Can we just talk to him? Researcher Osman: Danilo, do you remember that investigation? A-1942: Yes, yes I do. I'm thankful for your being there. I think the village would've found her, but your work helped immensely. Researcher Osman: Has anyone here debriefed you on your situation? A-1942: No! not at all. I got in their car at the taxiway and they dropped me in this cell. Is it back? Is my wife okay? Researcher Osman: No, it hasn't returned. Your wife is safe in Romania. A-1942: You sent her back!? Can't you tell me what's going on? Researcher Osman: Danilo, I'm sorry. Our records listed you as missing since January. When it happened. Your family was safe, but they never found you. Whatever memories you have, they're a mirage. Another anomaly. A-1942: I'm really not following you. When do I see my wife? Dr. ████████: Researcher, keep the subject focused on topic. Researcher Osman: Danilo, when was the last time you saw the anomaly? A-1942: The ███████? Researcher Osman: Yes. Do you remember seeing the ████ after we last spoke that January? A-1942: Yes. In the countryside. For a few weeks, in the woods by our house. But your guys shot her, didn't you? Researcher Osman: No, Danilo. You and the ███████ weren't seen again. I guess, until now. This is another anomaly, like the ████ was an anomaly. You were placed here in Amsterdam, and your memories to this point aren't accurate. A-1942: I… okay. So when do I get to go home? Researcher Osman: Let's get back on the subject and then we'll see to that. <End transcript> <Researcher Note: Why are we not debriefing subjects about their own containment anymore? Please give more consideration to the forensics team. Everyone's job is easier if they are actually informed about their circumstance.- Osman> Findings: Information provided by subject related to SCP-████ investigation deemed insubstantial. Petition by Researcher Osman to postpone orientation of subject has expired. Subject transferred to Site-██ 28/08/2015. <Research Log 6737.6794.1> 19/03/2020 Marcurio Wilson, Age 32; A-6794 Kam Air 15; Hamid Karzai Int'l Airport (KBL) Personnel Present: Head Researcher Osman, Dr. Zhengzhang, █-██ Prior: Subject presented himself to civilian employees at AMS asking to speak with Foundation personnel. Upon apprehending subject, he professed extensive information regarding an anomalous mass casualty event. <Begin transcript> Researcher Osman: Hello, Corporal Wilson, you seem to know why you're here. More than most of the people I talk to. A-6794: Yes, yes I do. I'm the sole survivor of SCP-████ and it needs to be contained. Researcher Osman: I'm not familiar with that one. A-6794: Yeah, I know. They said that's how it works, The memory wiping thing. Dr. Zhengzhang: Sole survivor of what? A-6794: That thing. The ███████ ███. Researcher Osman: What is that? A-6794: The thing you commandeered my platoon for. In ████████, in the hills. Where they are now buried. Dr. Zhengzhang: You need to help us out here Corporal. A-6794: The dark things under that town. ██████ ███ ████. We were on standby to "contain" them. You knew what they were asking of us! You sent us to our deaths. < █-██ receives classified documents relevant to a mass casualty event occurring in area described. Subject's assertion that platoon was eliminated while following directives from Foundation was deemed correct, in combat with imminent anomalous activity.> Dr. Zhengzhang: But, the Foundation did contain the threat over the following few days. A-6794: Yes, we got the better of them. Researcher Osman: And you lived, clearly. A-6794: Clearly. Researcher Osman: Could you tell me how? <Silence.> A-6794: Well… It was a just a miracle of God that I didn't get shot. It was hopeless to stand and fight, so… I routed. Researcher Osman: And the hostiles, they didn't chase you down? A-6794: Well, the… province was Taliban at the time. They probably didn't want to get caught up by Taliban. Dr. Zhengzhang: But you could huff it the couple dozen klicks to Kabul with no provisions? <Silence.> A-6794: I didn't say it was easy. Researcher Osman: Yes, but why are you here of all places? Your commanding officer is back in Afghanistan. A-6794: My C.O. is in that pit. I talked to some guys you brought in. Just trying to make conversation with the weird black-helmet dudes. One of them told me about how this was his last 'assignment', how he was completing his protocol or something. He was interned by your Foundation, he said. Lived in an airport, he said. And he thought he was going back. Researcher Osman: He said all that? A-6794: When the ██████ clearly weren't being held back by our firepower, he started pleading to his commanders. They pulled back on all of us. I saw those ██████ pull him under the dirt. Nothing we could do for them then. It isn't right for you to leave people in the dust like that. It'll come back to you. Researcher Osman: You want us to go dig up a mass grave? A-6794: I mean it. It will come back to you. <End transcript> Findings: Information provided by subject related to SCP-████ deemed credible and substantial. MTF ███-█ was sent to investigate region and located combat zone. Remains of ██ US Army or Foundation personnel were discovered to be ███████ █████. Remains were destroyed in attempt to neutralize SCP-████. Subject was informed of outcome of investigation. LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED Hide Addendum Addendum- Ethical Review: On 14/11/2016, Researcher Osman submitted a formal complaint to the Ethics Committee, citing three members of MTF Tau-14 and three senior members of the SCP-6737 Research team. 14/11/2016 Office #5, Site-48 To the Ethics Council Office of the Ethics Committee Regarding Egregious Ethical Violations Forward to: Chairman of the Ethics Committee; E-2; E-7; E-8; E-9; E-12, E-19, E-32 I, Researcher Taner Osman, request a hearing of the Council of the Ethics Committee in investigation of operatives within my research assignment, SCP-6737, for extreme ethical violations against the civilian population. I directly accuse Commanding Officers ████████████ and ██████, Intakes Officer ████, and Senior Researchers ████████, ██████, and ███████████ of knowingly running an operation to falsely imprison and traffic members of the civilian public under the pretense of Foundation activity. I believe this operation is both ongoing and funded from research allocations. I can provide testimony and evidence to the Ethics Committee to support this accusation. Awaiting your response, Researcher Taner Osman Researcher was brought before the Ethics Council one hour after submission. Councillors Present: E-2; E-7; E-9; E-12; E-19; E-40 <Begin transcript, 14:00> E-2: This hearing of the Ethics Council is in session. Researcher Osman: Hello, Councilpersons. I thank the Committee for their expedience in this matter. I believe the ethical violations I will uncover for the Committee are grave, and it would be an unconscionable blemish on my service to the Foundation to let it continue without remark. E-2: State for the record your qualifications and a description of your research assignment. Researcher Osman: Researcher Osman, Criminalistics, 14 years experience at the Foundation in forensic profiling. <14:01 Researcher Osman gives a truncated summary of anomaly, activity relevant to containment, and his induction into research team.> Researcher Osman: … I think by the third time someone showed up at A-M-S who's already been on a missing persons case we were interested in, that's when they started to listen to me. I insisted that three days wasn't enough to properly vet these people— E-7: Researcher, are these people? Some of these subjects certainly died. Will you provide evidence that whatever shows up at A-M-S are not simulacra of the deceased? Researcher Osman: Yes, I will. I insisted we needed more time to vet the subjects. That we could lose so much insight to our cold cases by shipping them off to sites unknown less than a week after intake. That we already had the space in Wing D. I successfully campaigned for a few to have their sentences suspended, temporarily. But it was always about the costs of living space, of food and services, that we couldn't keep them for long. In the back of my mind, the numbers didn't parse. The cost of amnestics, the turnover rate on our facilities. Didn't add up. <14:14 Researcher Osman provides a log of instances to the recordkeeper.> Researcher Osman: Last week, I learned that a majority of subjects labeled 6-7-3-7-A aren't even being taken to Site-48. They get shipped off to black sites, redacted or labeled as auxiliary sites. To my knowledge, these sites do not officially exist. I asked Senior Researcher ████████ about this. He brushed it off as standard protocol. Said it's been done this way for ten months, said that we're overcapacity. He's since dismissed me from all ongoing research projects. But I can assure you, those numbers on the record that say, for example, seventy instances this week, ninety the next week, I can testify that only a small fraction of those instances were ever seen by the S-C-P-6-7-3-7 Research Team. Researcher Osman: I've used my clearance to go through the logs while I still can. I've collected standouts for you. <Intake Log 6737.2953> 17/04/2016 Galina Perikoc, Age 43; A-2953 Eurowings 2977 (ZAG) Foreword: Subject Identified at AMS taxiway 01:12. Contained and transported to Site-48χ for analysis. <Begin Log> <A-2953 argues in Croatian and some German.> C.O. ████████████: Got a live one for you, ████. Intake Officer ████: Who is she? What's she's speaking? C.O. ████████████: Russian and German, I think. One of the boys said. Intake Officer ████: Should we get █████ to talk to her? C.O. ████████████: No, we already got her. Galina Perikoc, last seen- A-2953: To nisam ja! To nije moja putovnica!2 C.O. ████████████: Quiet. Last seen in 2009. Intake Officer ████: Alright, I'll get together the paperwork. <End Log> Afterword: 19/04/2016 Subject was transported to Site-██ on request. Researcher Osman: According to ████████, this is acceptable; standard procedure, even. I speak enough Croatian to know that this woman wasn't Galina Perikoc. She's Croatian, blonde, brown eyes, in her forties, like Galina Perikoc. The passport upon intake said Galina Perikoc. But she's not Galina Perikoc. <14:17 Research Osman produces a Europol notification for missing Croatian woman Julja Emera, dated 17/04/2016.> Researcher Osman: I contend that the woman identified as A-2-9-5-3 was never Galina Perikoc, and she wasn't missing until we got involved. She was Julja Emera. Last seen onboard Eurowings 2-9-7-7. <14:17 Research Osman produces further items of interests for the record.> Researcher Osman: I contend, A-1-4-4-4, Mehmet Adallisid, misidentification. A-2-8-9-6, Nikosa Adoyev, not found anywhere close to A-M-S. A-4-1-4-7, Ingard Boyeson, a complete fabrication. Job security for ████████ and ██████ meant sweeping in more subjects for their scheme. All human lives, subjects of greater forces, shipped and sold across our facilities. E-12: Researcher Osman, what estimation of these instances do you contend are false imprisonments? Researcher Osman: The real anomalies are still coming in on schedule. Maybe even at an accelerated rate. I've spoke to them. But if the researcher team never sees most of the inductees, then what facts can I go on? The itineraries of the victims leads me to believe the operation runs around the clock. E-9: I don't doubt your sample, Researcher, but we'll make that assessment after our own audit. Researcher Osman: Beyond that, I believe there are further examples of egregiously misdirecting the research team. <Research Log 6737.314.3> 12/01/2015 Frédéric Mercado, Age 32; A-314 Iberia 3341 (RAK) Personnel Present: Dr. ████████, Senior Researcher ███████████ Prior: Subject was administered Class-Z mnestics and interviewed. Translated from French. <Begin Log> Dr. ████████: A-3-1-4 tell me again your trip to Morocco. A-314: We broke down near Telouet. Camped in the car overnight. Got out in the morning and walked, and there was no one and we left the country on the next flight. Again. Near Telouet. S.R. ███████████: Come on, Freddy, look a little deeper. A-314: I… You hear me? It's… I've told you what there is to say. S.R. ███████████: It's deeper than that, come on. Your family needs these answers. A-314: Listen… I'm sorry. I know it's true. I don't have what you want me to say about them. S.R. ███████████: About who? <Silence.> A-314: It's hard, okay. What happened didn't stick with me at first. Not fully. But if my family needs to know. It's why I'm here. We're here. I'm not going to neglect it anymore. I'm keeping up my part of the deal. S.R. ███████████: What deal? A-314: The light's appearing before me again. S.R. ███████████: What? A-314: Our new lease on life. S.R. ███████████: What new lease on life? A-314: To promise to shed light on their bodies. If they keep us from the grave, we take them to the sunset. To go on in this time once again. See it again in the shade. I let them be with us. <Subject's speech degrades into incoherence.> <End Log> Findings: Subject did not regain ability to speak. Per schedule, A-313, A-315 and A-316 approved for D-Class orientation. A-314 and A-317 sent to Site-███ on request. Researcher Osman: Senior Researcher ███████████ elected not to publish this log for the entire Research Team. I've been requesting more mnestic testing for some time, always shot down. Instead, more and more of my subjects came already dosed up on amnestics, already prepped for orientation. There was no intention to investigate them anymore. They must have assumed that everyone had already reduced these people to numbers in their minds. We'd all turn our noses down when looking at these people because of their jumpsuits. But I noticed. Researcher Osman: I submit this evidence for evaluation by the Ethics Council. I believe that the behavior of the 6-7-3-7 team is an unacceptable and malicious violation of the rights of the public and an indefensible use of Foundation resources. E-2: Researcher Osman, the Ethics Council will make a determination of the evidence presented. Your appeal to the Council is heard and you may be called upon in the future for examination of and by the accused. Researcher Osman: Thank you, Councillor. E-2: If there are no further inquiries, this council is dismissed. <End transcript, 14:24> Appeal: GRANTED- By consensus of the Ethics Councillors present and without Veto by E-1, it has been commanded that the activities of MTF Tau-14 and the SCP-6737 research team are to be immediately audited for ethical violations. Traffic through Site-48 is to be suspended pending final determination. Determination: The Ethics Committee has definitively uncovered acts of collusion between the SCP-6737 Senior Researchers and at least ████ Site Directors in at least five countries. All guilty parties within research team and beyond have submitted for termination or reassignment. Within jurisdiction of E-40, Reintegration Committee Head, remaining victims of ethics violations are to enter Reintegration Program. Within jurisdiction of E-40 and E-2, Ethics Council Whip, Site-48 is to be operated as the nexus of Reintegration Protocol #6737. Addendum- Reintegration Protocol #6737: By Order of the Ethics Committee, individuals designated SCP-6737-A are subjects of the Reintegration Program. This Addendum is instructive of criteria: Subject is above the age of 17; Subject has satisfactory results from Reintegration Aptitude Test; Subject is physically fit for unassisted living; Subject performs unremarkably on Psychic Fortitude, Memetic, Physiological, and Thaumatological Aptitude Tests; Subject is not a skilled professional and has not provided exceptional service in Foundation custody; Circumstances of subject's disappearance score less than 11 on the Criminology Zeitgeist Scale3 Approved 25/02/2017 by E-12, E-40; at discretion of SCP-6737 Head Researcher, subjects fulfilling five of six criteria may be eligible for Reintegration Protocol #6737. Approved subjects will be administered Class-F ('Fugue') amnestics, assigned a new, non-anomalous identity, and released from Foundation custody into housing leased for up to three months. For subjects below the age of 15, see Reintegration Protocol #015. Housing and services for applicants who fail to satisfy criteria for Reintegration Protocol are subject to the discretion of Anthropoid Site-48 Director Ionas. D-Class orientation and transportation is to be overseen by the Reintegration Committee. Footnotes 1. As of last quarter, average has plateaued at 19 instances per event. 2. Translated: 'That is not me! That is not my passport!' 3. Measure of media saturation and other factors related to recognizability of subjects. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6737" by A Fungus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6737. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6738

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SCP-6738: so smoothly d o th he cr est. a wi nd g o d ! Author: Dr Phil McClaw does not match any existing user name, an actual crustacean ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a content warning: Afterlife, Animal Cruelty, Suicide. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-6738 SCP-6738-11, taken 2012 Special Containment Procedures: The current instance of SCP-6738 is to be stored in one of three avian terrariums at Site-451, according to size. Per Reintegration Protocol #6738, MTF Beta-4 ("Castaways") monitors the current instance of SCP-6738 via subdermal GPS implant, which must be replaced after each change in form. Task force is to apprehend SCP-6738 no more than 24 hours prior to the new moon lunar phase; if feasible, task force is to bring SCP-6738 to Site-8042 until cessation of anomalous activity. SCP-6738 is to be tagged and released after reverting to its avian body plan. Following the termination or natural death of current SCP-6738 instance, MTF Lambda-4 ("Birdwatchers") is to be mobilized along coastlines in an expanding radius to locate the new instance. Procedures to expediently identify SCP-6738 outside of the new moon lunar phase are currently infeasible. Per Boring Agreement, avian corpora discarded by SCP-6738 may be donated to GoI-466 ('Wilson's Wildlife Solutions') at discretion of research team, or otherwise stored at Zoological Facility-AV-γ3. All remaining corpora are to be destroyed. Description: SCP-6738 is a Consolamentum-Type4 therianthropic entity, specifically manifesting with the body plan of a seabird. During a period up to sixteen hours coinciding with the onset of the new moon, SCP-6738 anatomically transmutes from an avian into a human being. This transmutation is not voluntary or controlled. Although SCP-6738 has manifested as at least nine separate species of seabird, SCP-6738 always manifests as the same human corpus; identifying as 'Ketill Ketilsson', mid-30s male of Icelandic descent. Only one instance of SCP-6738 is believed to exist at any point in time. Instances manifest after death of previous corpus and before the next new moon; the species manifested tends to match species with native range near or within the region of previous instance's death. Addendum- List of Corpora SCP-6738-1, preserved by Dr. Ennis Menzies SCP-6738-1 Acquired: 25/06/1968 Species: Alca torda ('Razor-billed auk') Description: SCP-6738-1 was identified on 27/04/1968 in the village of North Tolsta, on the Scottish island of Lewis and Harris. An inconsolable human speaking a Nordic language was found by residents of the town, naked and crying on a coastal bluff. Believing him to be the survivor of a shipwreck, a resident welcomed subject into her home awaiting authorities. As police were transporting subject to an interpreter, SCP-6738-1 (who was reported as being distressed during the car ride) reverted to an avian form and escaped out of the car window. This event would attract minimal Foundation attention after being reported in tabloid newspapers jocularly as a 'were-gull', until a near identical event occurred 25/06/1968; in which SCP-6738 reentered avian form while inside an Aberdeen City Police station and assaulted a constable. Amnestic protocol was administered to officers and object was transferred to containment at Zoological Facility-AV. + Show Log #003 - Hide Log SCP-6738 Log #003, 26/07/1968 Foreword: SCP-6738 has just entered humanoid corpus after a month in Zoo Facility-AV. Interpreted by Agent Einar Brøste; also present are Dr. Ennis Menzies and Embedded Agent Lippmann. Lippmann: … See, you owe me. My boys don't talk out their asses. Brøste: Yeah yeah, you're still the clown that tried to make me talk to a damn bird. [Norwegian] Hey, you remember what I've been trying to ask you this past month? SCP-6738: [Icelandic] You're speaking Norwegian? You can get me back to Iceland? Brøste: [NOR] Iceland? SCP-6738: [ICE] We are in England, yes? Brøste: [NOR] Scotland. SCP-6738: [ICE] Please, get me on a ship to Iceland. The English guards didn't listen to me! Brøste: [NOR] You could just fly to Iceland. Before we got you, anyways. SCP-6738: [ICE] When I take the body of a bird, my instincts take over. I can't reckon like a man. Please, listen to me. [SCP-6738 tenses in his seat.] SCP-6738: [ICE] I've tried to find my way around. A sea bird can go headfirst into the brine without a shiver. Men weren't made for that. Confused, falling into a churning sea that burns your body with cold. I've tried to make it home, but I'll die if I go that way again. Brøste: [ENG] He says takes the body of a bird and has died. As if reincarnating. [NOR] I'm sorry to here that. My friend, can we step back to introduce ourselves? SCP-6738: [ICE] I am Ketill, name of my father. I want to get to Iceland. Brøste: [NOR] And Ketill, you do remember what I asked of you this whole time? SCP-6738: [ICE] No, not really. I remember being scared; yearning to get away. Brøste: [NOR] What I asked is what you know about what's happening to you. SCP-6738: [ICE] My soul is… rejected. Repenting. The souls of the men in the sea birds. I've done them harm, and they are returning it. END Object was granted access to a Danish-language Resen-Svaningske Lutheran Bible while in human corpus. On-site agents are encouraged to extract information from object during such events. SCP-6738-1 expired in containment of natural causes 04/03/1973. SCP-6738-2 in containment SCP-6738-2 Acquired: 25/10/1973 Species: Larus argentatus ('European herring gull') Description: Three reports of similar entities occurred in Ulster, Cornwall, and Brittany, France in the months following termination of SCP-6738-1. Media reports were quietly suppressed. Object was discovered 25/10/1973 when belligerent and nude SCP-6738 accosted a police officer in Bordeaux. + Show Log #062 - Hide Log SCP-6738 Log #062, 25/10/1973 Foreword: Local agents contacted Agent Brøste by telephone to confirm identity of anomaly prior to transport. Gorze: Hello, agent? He's speaking Norwegian or something. He's really fighting us. Brøste: Alright, give him the phone. [A muffled struggle is heard on the other end.] Gorze: [French] Just… talk into it. Here! SCP-6738: [ICE] Stop! I don't want— Brøste: [ICE] Hey, Ketill, is that really you? SCP-6738: [ICE] Brøste? How is— what is doing this? Brøste: [ICE] It's alright, I told you before. It's just a machine. SCP-6738: [ICE] Oh, please, can you get me to Iceland now? I hate this bird's brain! Brøste: [ICE] We're still working on that, friend. SCP-6738: [ICE] That's a damn lie! I don't lose track of time. Brøste: [ICE] Just work with the officers, please. You don't need to fight us. [SCP-6738 drops the handset. A struggle continues.] Gorze: Merde! [ENG] Agent, what's happening to him!? [SCP-6738-2 squawks in distress.] Gorze: [FRE] Goddammit, did you leave the cage in the truck!? END Object was tentatively stored at Secure Facility-29 in Selfoss, Iceland. SCP-6738-2 expired in containment of natural causes 04/03/1978. Location of discovery on Bass Rock SCP-6738-3 Acquired: 05/06/1978 Species: Morus bassanus ('Northern gannet') Description: Following rigorous containment procedures and three months of scouring undertaken by MTF Lambda-4, SCP-6738 was discovered in humanoid corpus on Bass Rock, Scotland. The island is the site of the largest colony of northern gannets on Earth. Subject was wearing clothes and praying in an abandoned church. + Show Log #094 - Hide Log SCP-6738 Log #094, 05/06/1978 Foreword: Agents have arrived on Bass Rock at sunrise after identification of a human among the colony of gannets. Menzies: … This isn't going to pan out. I'm telling you, it's just some vagrant living out here. Brøste: You can say that, but we gotta check it out. It sounds like it might be him. Menzies: The bird shit isn't that pleasant, either. [Agents come upon the dilapidated St. Baldred's Chapel, where SCP-6738 has taken residence.] Brøste: [ICE] Ketill! You're alright? I like the coat, my friend. SCP-6738: [ICE] Thank you, I found it. I'd like water. Brøste: [ENG] Ming, give him some of that. [SCP-6738 drinks deeply from the agent's canteen.] SCP-6738: [ICE] How'd you find me? After all this. Brøste: [ICE] We're always looking for you. SCP-6738: [ICE] Okay, then. Brøste, find it in your heart to let me go. I can stay here, not bother anyone. Brøste: [ICE] Well, you don't bother anyone in Iceland. SCP-6738: [ICE] When I asked that, I didn't mean I wanted a cage in Iceland! I wanted to be home! By the sea! Menzies: [ENG] What's it yelling about? Brøste: [ENG] Quiet. [ICE] Ketill, we need to meet in the middle. We'll take you back, and I'll try to visit more often. I can take you out on the sea. SCP-6738: [ICE] Brøste, I need to feel the wind on my wings. I've watched you grow a decade, and in that decade every moment of freedom was fleeting. Please, friend. Brøste: [ICE] It's just not going to work. Gather yourself, Ketill. [SCP-6738 turns to the decayed altar of the chapel and silently finishes prayer. As he does so, in the span of seconds feathers are seen penetrating through object's skin. Subject visibly loses mass, its head disappearing under the overcoat. Agent Brøste grabs the now avian SCP-6738-2 by the neck and wrestles to keep object from flight.] Brøste: [ENG] Goddammit, Menzies, help me here! [Dr. Menzies drops handheld camera in order to assist in apprehending SCP-6738-3.] END SCP-6738-3 expired in containment of natural causes 29/04/1979. SCP-6738-5, preserved as requested by Dr. Menzies SCP-6738-5 Acquired: 02/06/1985 Species: Oceanites oceanicus ('Wilson's storm petrel') Description: SCP-6738 was observed in human corpus by MTF Lambda-4 on 02/06/1985 after washing ashore near Sagres, Portugal. Object was revived and entered containment. During an incident in which SCP-6738 was allowed a supervised excursion aboard an MTF Lambda-4 vessel in the North Sea, SCP-6738-4 breached containment, flying through the prison bars of the ship's brig. Object avoided recapture for 5 months until identification on Caicos Island. Object was transferred to Site-451 in Northern Mali to avoid proximity to ocean. SCP-6738-4 was unintentionally terminated in containment 14/02/1987. SCP-6738-8 in containment SCP-6738-8 Acquired: 11/04/1993 Species: Pelecanus refuscens ('Pink-backed pelican') Description: In South Africa, object was again arrested by civilian authorities in human form, but escaped in the reported corpus of a pelican. MTF Lambda-4 was mobilized and captured over 40 suspicious aves up to the next new moon, one of which was SCP-6738-8. + Show Log #244 - Hide Log SCP-6738 Log #244, 11/04/1993 Foreword: Agent Brøste was brought to Site-451 for familiarity to SCP-6738, who is bedridden at time of log. SCP-6738-8 sustained injuries to its wing, which translated to similar injuries to the arm in human corpus, requiring a splint. Menzies: … Okay, be quick. We're going to need to do some adjustments to the sling in a bit. Brøste: [ICE] I'm sorry for what has been done to you, Ketill. SCP-6738: [ICE] Sorry. Please. Fix my mess, then. They've done nothing but give me something for pain. Which did help, I think. I'm tired. Brøste: [ICE] We're going to get you in health when you're back in your avian body. You know, this isn't something doctors really get. We're going to have to take it step by step. SCP-6738: [ICE] What, get my wing flapping again so I can spend all day in a fake pond? That's not what I want. Brøste: [ICE] Ketill, I'm not your enemy. I want them to roll back all the restrictions, but you're unreliable out there. SCP-6738: [ICE] Unreliable? You know I can survive out there, I just can't hide from you all. Don't pretend to be my friend. Brøste: [ICE] Unreliable because you make the news. SCP-6738: [ICE] What, you need me to apologize for biting those officers? Please, can't you just let me out. Let me cast myself to a desert island. Or just let me die here. Old man, this is my new curse. Brøste: [ICE] A curse!? You're forever young, you have your wits, you have endless second chances on life. The rest of us are stuck getting old and deaf and feeble! SCP-6738: [ICE] But you get to leave. Menzies: [ENG] Can we wrap this up? I need to get to the bandages. Brøste: [ENG] There's not often an opportunity to talk to him. Menzies: [ENG] What's it saying, then? Brøste: [ENG] He says you're an asshole. [ICE] Ketill, if you promise you won't escape again, I can send a request through for more time at sea. SCP-6738: [ICE] I promise that I will use any opportunity to take my freedom, Einar. END SCP-6738-8 expired in containment 31/01/1994. SCP-6738-9-A, -B, -C, -D Acquired: 23/11/1997 Species: Homo sapiens ('Common human'; four, identical) Description: On this date, four nude bodies were found in various states of decomposition and natural mummification on Lillie Glacier in Antarctica. Bodies were determined to be the former corpora of SCP-6738, who had come here to expire on these occasions rather than risk being identified in human form. SCP-6738-10 evading containment SCP-6738-10 Acquired: 19/11/2000 Species: Oceanites oceanicus ('Wilson's storm petrel') Description: After evading containment for over six years, MTF Lambda-4 ceased intensive monthly scouring for SCP-6738. Object was pending reclassification to neutralized until GoI-466-12 ('WWS Pelagic Conservation Squad') reported an Oceanites oceanicus ('Wilson's storm petrel')5 amongst a native feeding group of Hydrobates monorhis ('Swinhoe's storm petrel') in international waters off the coast of the Pacific Northwest. Three months later off the coast of Argentina, MTF Lambda-4 agents identified such a petrel which appeared to "avoid us with unusual prescience." Agents tracked SCP-6738-10 at high speed for approximately four hours; a secondary interceptor continued the chase after the agents exhausted fuel, until the object was too exhausted to evade a ensnarement device launched from interceptor. Up to this point, object was not confirmed anomalous. SCP-6378-10 expired while entering humanoid corpus 25/11/2000. SCP-6738-11 in containment SCP-6738-11 Acquired: 24/01/2001 Species: Diomedea exulans ('Wandering albatross') Description: On the evening of 25/12/2000, SCP-6738 appeared in human corpus at Notre Dame Des Vents church, henceforth designated Site-804, on Kerguelen Island. Despite language barrier, keeper Autric Fourny invited SCP-6738 into the church and gave subject clothes. Resident sailor Aron Solberg bridged language gap. Individuals built a rapport with subject, which ended abruptly when SCP-6738 fled in the corpus of an albatross. + Show Log #250 - Hide Log SCP-6738 Log #250, 27/12/2000 Foreword: Due to incident's remote location, an ad hoc task force of agents from the nearby Site-██ was organized to investigate allegations presented by residents. Site-804. Redkin: … What else did, uh, 'Ketill' say to you? Fourny: He was just normal. Well, he was naked, but he talked earnestly. He said it'd been so long since he celebrated Christmas. Solberg: This island doesn't have space for vagrant loons like him. I didn't understand how he got here. He sounded like a lunatic; said he flew here, but there isn't an airport. Now I sound like an idiot. Redkin: So, he did this all before becoming a bird? He wasn't, possibly, a parrot? Fourny: I know you don't believe us, but this is really how it happened. I don't know what happened to that man, but our eyes haven't deceived us. He took the form of a bird against his will. Redkin: Well, alright. I'm not sure I can spend time on this bird man. If he's not on the island, what do you want me to do? Solberg: You don't believe us? How exactly is he supposed to have gotten on and off this island by himself? Redkin: Look, that's up to me to figure out, alright? Fourny: You're not even listening to us. Don't bother investigating if you find us unbelievable. But we wouldn't make such a lie, and for what reason? Already people laugh at us, but I stand by what I've told you. Redkin: That's your conviction. Have a good day, both of you. [Redkin leaves the church and radios his command.] Redkin: It's the skip they described. It is a bird. Don't know what they expect us to do about it. Lasalle: Yeah, we'll call it in. Let the bird brains deal with it. END Agent Brøste, now a year into retirement, was offered to participate in investigating whereabouts of SCP-6738-11. + Show Log #251 - Hide Log SCP-6738 Log #251, 24/01/2001 Foreword: Agent Brøste anticipated SCP-6738's return to Site-804 and was present along with Fourny and Solberg. Solberg: [NOR] … How do you even know he's gonna be here? Brøste: [NOR] Because I know him from before. This is the phase of the moon when he'll come back. Solberg: [NOR] Phase of the moon? Fourny: [ENG] Hey, come on, don't keep your secrets from me. Solberg: [ENG] He really does know the guy, he says. Saying the bird man's really like… How do you say it… A werewolf. And it's the right moon. Fourny: [ENG] Glad to see we all really are lunatics. [A knock hits the door to the church. Fourny opens it and invites inside SCP-6738, draped in a blanket left outside for him.] Fourny: By God, Ketill, you have had me doubting my own sanity for this time. SCP-6738: Yeah? Brøste: [ICE] You look strong, my friend. SCP-6738: [ICE] Oh, Brøste. I guess that means they're here to take me away. Brøste: [ICE] Something like that. Fourny: [ENG] Can you ask him if he needs anything? Food, drink? Brøste: [ENG] Yeah, go get him some water. [ICE] Have you been enjoying yourself, my friend? SCP-6738: [ICE] Yes. I get along quite well with people who don't try to ensnare me. Brøste: [ICE] Ketill, I'm here because I don't want them to do that again. They're tired of the chase. They might just start shooting you on sight. SCP-6738: [ICE] Well, isn't that poetic. That's what me and my crew did in life. Sport killing the sea birds. Brøste: [ICE] Ketill, this isn't necessary. No one else is advocating for you. Wouldn't you prefer to live without the stress of the hunt? SCP-6738: [ICE] No, i wouldn't prefer that. Brøste: [ICE] Okay, I understand that. But it's not just your preference at hand. My friend, do you know how long we've done this back and forth? SCP-6738: [ICE] Is it, 30 years? Brøste: [ICE] Yes, my friend. 32 years. I'm far too old to keep up with you. And you're still your young self. SCP-6738: [ICE] I'm sorry, you're not my friend. I'm tired of trying to fit into the cast you've made for me. This is purgatory. There's no mincing words. I'll forever be harassed in the same way I harassed the souls in the sea birds. Brøste: [ICE] Alright. I don't like spending much time on a boat anymore. So I don't want to stop you from running. But I might never see you again if you flee. SCP-6738: [ICE] So be it. It has no bearing on my respect for you. Brøste: [ICE] Nor mine on you. [Pause.] I just wish I could turn you around on this. SCP-6738: [ICE] Don't think you can. Right now, I just want to be in this moment. Brøste: [ICE] Me too, Ketill. [Fourny returns with tea. The four individuals spend the next moments in deep conversation.] END Object was intercepted before escaping as an avian. SCP-6738-11 is currently contained at Site-451 in a large terrarium. Addendum- Ethical Review: On 03/07/2007, Tim Wilson began the following correspondence with MTF Lambda-4. Received: 04:26 AM 03/07/2007 To: Lambda-4 Omega From: Tim Wilson Subject: Oceanites oceanicus Hi, Agent. Our ocean squad has been seeing more and more of my grandpa's petrels off the coast of BC. Is that little fella still tagged out there? The one that can talk. I think he has a family, I think you should be keenly interested in tagging them. Sent: 06:12 AM 03/07/2007 To: Tim Wilson From: Lambda-4 Omega Subject: Re:Oceanites oceanicus No, that oceanites oceanicus died in captivity some time ago. Your input is noted, but we understand that to be coincidental. The specimens you're seeing aren't any different than normal petrels. Received: 06:25 AM 03/07/2007 To: Lambda-4 Omega From: Tim Wilson Subject: Re:Re:Oceanites oceanicus Captivity? Was it sick/injured? You can't keep a bird like that in a cage. Sent: 06:34 AM 03/07/2007 To: Tim Wilson From: Lambda-4 Omega Subject: Re:Re:Re:Oceanites oceanicus All due respect, Mr. Wilson, you do not understand the scope of containment of this anomaly. Received: 06:54 AM 03/07/2007 To: Lambda-4 Omega From: Tim Wilson Subject: Re:Re:Re:Re:Oceanites oceanicus Yes, I'm afraid I don't understand what you are doing, agent. Sent: 09:34 AM 04/07/2007 To: Tim Wilson From: Lambda-4 Omega-R Subject: SCP-6738-11 Mr. Wilson, pardon my colleague's earlier rebuke. We do have a specimen you may see. Agent Brøste thus brought Mr. Wilson to Site-451 14/07/2007. + Show Log #307 - Hide Log SCP-6738 Log #307, 14/07/2007 Foreword: Caretaker at the time, Dr. Darlan, permits Brøste and Wilson to see anomaly. [SCP-6738-11 meagerly huddles in a pile of debris, its cumbersome wings limply at its sides.] Wilson: That isn't a petrel, that's a whole damn albatross! What the hell are you actually doing to this beauty? Darlan: This is the biggest enclosure we have. Wilson: Yeah, because this isn't an animal you keep in an enclosure. Darlan: You aren't at all informed on what this anomaly is. Brøste: Wilson, we're here to talk to it. It has to be soon. Wilson: And how does that work, exactly? I've seen a talking seal before. Brøste: It's probably not like that. Just give it a few. [Personnel wait until subject changes from avian corpus.] Wilson: … And it ended up flying to Clackamas. Don't ask me how a seal flies, but that's what they said when I talked to them. So, after… Hey, what's going on with the bird? Brøste: It's about time you two are introduced. [SCP-6738 drapes his humanoid form in a blanket. Brøste and Wilson approach the glass divider to the terrarium.] SCP-6738: [ENG] Agh, god dammit. Brøste: [ICE] Ketill, are you well? SCP-6738: [ICE] Is that… Einar? Hah, you old fart! You're still kicking? Brøste: [ICE] I'm still kicking, yes. SCP-6738: [ENG] And, that man is? Wilson: You call me Wilson, pal. Brøste: You're speaking English, now? SCP-6738: Well… No one would speak to me if I didn't. I learn a little from listening. Brøste: [ICE] No Nordic speakers are here? Not even someone with a potato in their mouth? SCP-6738: [ICE] It might've been… Six years since I last used this tongue. [ENG] If I didn't pick up English, I wouldn't be able to talk to anyone. [ICE] Half the time, these days, no one's here to talk to me anyways. Brøste: [ENG] I'm sorry, friend. Do you get to read, at least? SCP-6738: Yes, I have my scripture. Wilson: Why are they keeping you here? In the middle of nowhere. SCP-6738: I'm a flight risk, they say. Wilson: No, this seems excessive. [to Darlan] Seriously, my team has been tracking birds for y'all for years. No need to hide them all in cages. Why put all this effort? Darlan: We can get this one in a cage. Brøste: I'm with Wilson. I'd resent living like this too. Darlan: Oh, wait, you're the old guy. The one that it goes on about. Listen, if you hadn't taught it to want out of this, it wouldn't warrant this effort. Brøste: That's inane. I didn't 'train' a bird to want to fly. Wilson: And you'll never train it to want to be caged. END After the finalization of the Boring Agreement, SCP-6738 was one of the anomalies successfully advocated by Mr. Wilson for transfer of custody. From the Office of EC Deputy Chair Rennard, Site-19 03/12/2008 By Order of the Ethics Committee Regarding special containment procedures for SCP-6738 Per Boring Agreement, SCP-6738 qualifies for Reintegration under the jurisdiction of GoI-466 ('Wilson's Wildlife Solutions') for the following reasons: Object has had a transient presence in the Pacific Northwest; Anomaly's predictable behavior warrants minimal containment; Object is not hazardous to containment crew, ecosystem, or public In addition, the cost of resources expended to contain anomaly, both in acquisition and maintenance, far exceed priority of object. Effective immediately, SCP-6738 is to enter joint custody of MTF Beta-4 ("Castaways") and GoI-466-12 ("Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Pelagic Conservation Squad"). Office of the Ethics Committee, Ecological Concerns Co-signed by E-40, E-3, E-22 Reintegration of SCP-6738-11, overseen by GoI-466-12 In accordance to Ethics Committee mandate, SCP-6738 was transferred to Wilson's Wildlife Center Aquatic Avian Rehabilitation. After physiological and behavioral cross-examination in both avian and human corpus, reintegration of SCP-6738 was approved. Subject was tagged for survey and future acquisition. On 04/01/2009, Reintegration Protocol #6738 was completed and SCP-6738-11 was returned from custody to its native range off the island of South Georgia. On 09/01/2009, GoI-466-12 distributed a pamphlet to commemorate SCP-6738. Critter Commemoration- Ketill! Photo Enclosed! Name: Ketill AKA Ketill Ketilsson, K.K. Species: Wandering Albatross Rehab Team: Pelagic Conservation Squad Wilson's Wildlife Solutions is ecstatic to commemorate the rehabilitation of the majestic albatross, Ketill! Soaring day and night throughout the turbulent Southern seas, this wandering albatross dominates with his mighty wingspan. If you speak Icelandic and catch him at the right moment, he can bless you with well-traveled wisdom. Keeping an albatross in captivity seems infeasible, but that's where Ketill spent many of his years. Thanks to the Boring Agreement, Ketill will be spending many more years flying free. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.' 'God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!— Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. ———————————————— Critter Commemoration- Ketill! January 09, 2009 The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound. How long in that same fit I lay, I have not to declare; But ere my living life returned, I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air. 'Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.' The other was a softer voice, As soft as honey-dew: Quoth he, 'The man hath penance done, And penance more will do.' ———————————————— Samuel Taylor Coleridge Footnotes 1. Containment is within jurisdiction of a third party. 2. Subject to change according to needs upon death of SCP-6738-11. 3. Trust of Dr. Ennis Menzies' private taxonomical estate, Lothian, Scotland. 4. Entity is 'bound' to a corporeal form and retains memories across 'reincarnations'. 5. Common family name 'Austral storm petrels'. Named after Alexander Wilson, ancestor to Tim Wilson. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6738" by A Fungus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6738. Licensed under CC-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-6739

esoteric-class

SCP-6739 By: NDHeckfire Published on 24 Jun 2022 02:11 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } NDHeckfire SCP-6739 - An Absence of… Something? More by me! Item №: SCP-6739 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6739, no containment procedures are necessary at this time. Foundation personnel are allowed to visit and use Site-400's cafeteria as usual. Any individuals possessing relevant information regarding SCP-6739 are encouraged to report it to the current research head (presently Dr. Gerald Hogan of the Department of Theoretical Hypothetics). The corner wall of the main cafeteria. Description: SCP-6739 is the designation given to an obvious non-visible specific absence located in the collective human Noosphere1, which seems to be mainly centralized and concentrated in the upper corner wall of Site-400's main personnel cafeteria. Any individual perceiving and comprehending this corner wall will become entirely convinced that something was once previously located in that specific spot, but has now been deemed nonexistent through as-of-yet unknown means. Research into SCP-6739 seems to suggest that certain Foundation personnel that frequently visits the main cafeteria possess some form of close attachment or relationship to the centralized absence, though they are unable to recall why exactly they feel that way. Despite the nature of SCP-6739, some "residue" or "excess" concepts can be successfully obtained from the corner wall through the use of (non?)standard Class-⌘ agnostics2, which has been provided by the Department of Surrealistics. Investigation into SCP-6739 through this method is ongoing. Investigation/Testing Log 1: I/T-6739-1 Subject: D-3324 Agnostic Dosage: 3.5 ml Procedure: D-3324 was instructed to directly view and observe the corner wall. Observations: SCP-6739 was/were natural, and was/were in no way anomalous. Though, a contradicting concept of it/they being "unnatural" was accounted for. I/T-6739-2 Subject: D-3324 Agnostic Dosage: 5.2 ml Procedure: D-3324 was instructed to make direct physical contact with the corner wall itself and the area surrounding it. Observations: The area surrounding SCP-6739 was white and sticky, and "fuzzy-feeling". The idea of "cob-" and "not supposed to be doing that" was also reported to be present. I/T-6739-3 Subject: D-3324 Agnostic Dosage: 7.8 ml Procedure: D-3324 was instructed to stand in the presence of the corner wall for 2 hours. Observations: At first, SCP-6739 unintentionally induced the feeling of fear in most, if not all of Site-400's Foundation personnel. However, SCP-6739 began slowly gaining affection and friendliness from most of the individuals. Attached Update: Dr. Alan McKinley requested Dr. Hogan to halt the investigation and testing into SCP-6739, with the express concern that the anomaly may be infohazardous and/or cognitohazardous in nature and that "maybe it's best we don't remember it at all". This request is denied. Investigation/Testing Log 2: I/T-6739-4 Subject: D-3324 Agnostic Dosage: 10.3 ml Procedure: D-3324 was instructed to attempt communication with the corner wall. A standard interview sheet was given and D-3324 was permitted to give their own answers. Observations: SCP-6739 was/were considered "cute", though this fact was not accepted by some a single Foundation personnel. According to D-3324, no response was given, but they reported that they neither felt frustrated nor angry during the course of the interview. Instead, they felt delighted and amused. I/T-6739-5 Subject: D-3324 Agnostic Dosage: 13.7 ml Procedure: D-3324 was instructed to sparsely damage the corner wall using a provided screwdriver. Observations: SCP-6739 was/were extremely tiny but possessed more than two eyes and multiple appendage-like limbs that it apparently uses to create a white and sticky substance (see I/T-2). The memory of a "cracked windshield" and "extreme guilt" was present for some reason. I/T-6739-6 Subject: D-3324 Agnostic Dosage: N/A Procedure: D-3324 was instructed to place a small-scale Doe-Grey Unreality Anchor in the proximity of the corner wall. Observations: Small and thin randomized lines of blue light appeared on the corner wall. The Unreality Anchor was able to produce an unspecified anti-image that depicts the following object: ▶ PRODUCED IMAGE ▼ PRODUCED IMAGE No context was given by the Unreality Anchor. Incident Log: Dr. McKinley was caught by security personnel attempting to access the containment chamber of SCP-████-EX with unauthorized credentials3. During an interrogation to ascertain Dr. McKinley's exact motive with SCP-████-EX, they again expressed concern regarding the danger and threat posed by SCP-6739 and requested that testing be immediately halted. When asked regarding SCP-████-EX, Dr. McKinley refused to give any comment. Due to this event, Dr. Hogan eventually decided to indefinitely halt the investigation into SCP-6739 until this situation is resolved properly. Dr. McKinley has since been suspended until a method of ethical information extraction is found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6739" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6739. Licensed under CC-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: corner.jpg License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Corner_-_Flickr_-_けんたま-KENTAMA.jpg Filename: shoefinal.jpg License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/977759 Footnotes 1. The "sphere" of consciousness and mental activity synchronized to a collective species/organism. 2. A (non?)chemical substance capable of making the cognization of anomalies more "simpler". 3. SCP-████-EX is a Thaumiel-class anomaly created by the Foundation capable of removing certain [DATA EXPUNGED] from the collective [REDACTED].

SCP-6740

safe

SCP-6740 - Our Shared Grave Description to come. Image Credits https://flickr.com/photos/jamesmitchell/8127236513/ https://flickr.com/photos/editor/8531170793/ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Black_Door_(227031445).jpeg https://flickr.com/photos/jamesmitchell/8127236239 https://www.flickr.com/photos/fredisonfire/24753568436 All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6740 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Entrance of SCP-6740. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-19 Tilda Moose Dr. Everett Mann N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6740 is contained within its location of discovery. Due to that location being within an active Foundation site, no external containment procedures are required. Pursuant to the terms of Ethics Committee Memorandum 9.14.19A, access to SCP-6740 is permitted to any Foundation personnel with appropriate clearances to be working within Site-19. Individuals who desire to enter SCP-6740 must sign in with the desk clerk at the entrance to the 7th subterranean level of the E-Wing. The entrance of SCP-6740, as seen from within the anomaly. Description: SCP-6740 is an extradimensional spatial incursion manifesting within the unused offices on floor E7B of Site-19, specifically in the office formerly occupied by the now defunct Office of Personnel Arrangements1. SCP-6740 manifests as a region of the empty office that has had its spatial geometry altered significantly; specifically, the area directly adjacent to SCP-6740 no longer has a visible ceiling. Support columns throughout the office now extend indefinitely upwards into space, which itself presents as a starry sky in a perpetual state of dusk. On the far end of the former Office of Personnel Arrangements is the entrance to SCP-6740 proper; a large, white doorway in an ornate frame in the shape of a horned stag situated into the wall that previously separated the main floor space of the office with an adjoining storage room. The doorway is the only access point to SCP-6740; attempting to enter SCP-6740 through any other means, such as scaling one of the office walls, is impossible, as SCP-6740 is simply not present beyond the wall unless entered through the main door. Beyond the door is SCP-6740 proper; an expansive mausoleum constructed out of polished marble tile with iron fixtures. The full size of SCP-6740 is impossible to determine - SCP-6740's inner dimensions appear to increase over time. Despite its expansive size, research indicates that it is impossible to become lost within SCP-6740; individuals who wish to leave SCP-6740 will quickly find themselves at the mausoleum's exit. The contents of the vaults within SCP-6740 have been a point of some uncertainty - while the total number of vaults has thus far been impossible to ascertain, it is currently recognized that every vault thus far catalogued within SCP-6740 has been the vault for a deceased member of Foundation staff, a civilian contractor working with the Foundation, a member of D-Class, or an individual identified to have perished during the containment or containment attempt of another anomaly. Radiographic analysis indicates that there are humanoid figures within each of the vaults, though the exact nature and makeup of those figures is unknown, and the vaults themselves have thus far been impossible to open. Due to the Foundation's policy of cremating the remains of all staff or other associated individuals, it is uncertain as to whether or not the figures within the vaults are the original bodies of the deceased individuals, and attempts at exhumation of other relevant persons have been inconclusive. Statue on top of the engraved pedestal within the mausoleum entryway. The interior of SCP-6740 is consistent across its entire area with a single exception - a bronze statue of a stag standing atop a black marble plinth is present within the entryway of the mausoleum, just beyond the first set of vaults. Radiographic analysis of the plinth indicates that there is a humanoid figure within a vault below the platform as well. On the front of the marble plinth is an engraved poem, in English. The origin of the poem is unknown. The full text is available below. I was born sleeping, my eyes closed to the harsh light and cold truth of a world beyond the four walls of my youth. As a child I would gaze into the darkness of night and wonder if there were more secrets left to be known, or if the last of the dragons had died when the sun set in a much younger sky. It was here we saw with opened eyes that long hidden truth of our world: it was never ours alone, and it was never without secrets hidden in the dark. I had wandered, unknowing, for timeless years like a fawn alone in a quiet forest, but within this hallowed temple to the best of our intentions did I find purpose in our mission. To secure that old darkness, To contain what lies within, To protect what lies without. My part to play was but as a single actor on a stage far larger than I had mind or reason to comprehend, yet it was a part all the same. When the crook of the Reaper came for me, I did not lament my passing, for I did so with open eyes, able at last to see the stars in the sky of my childhood. Now here do I rest, with those nameless multitudes who, by desire or design, laid their lives aside on the road of our common passage. Within our shared grave lie we who sleep again, our part now complete and our curtains drawn. We had dreamt of dragons, and found angels among us. HERE LIES A DOCTOR OF THE SCP FOUNDATION. AWAKE AT LAST. Footnotes 1. Notably, this office had stood empty for over three decades prior to the discovery of SCP-6740 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6740" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6740. Licensed under CC-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-6741

keter

▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } Swordlover87 SCP-6741 - Beckoning Cold More by me! House of Isabel Torres (Victim #37). Item №: SCP-6741 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the isolated nature of its attacks, SCP-6741 has yet to be apprehended. Mobile Task Forces operating from Site-8 are authorized to respond to sightings. If located, SCP-6741 should not be directly interfered with; instead, containment efforts are to focus on capturing the anomaly after its feeding cycle concludes. Subjects affected by the secondary properties of SCP-6741 are to be euthanized. Rescue is not to be attempted. Personal effects of SCP-6741 victims are to be collected for storage, and their homes seized by a Foundation front company and condemned. Further measures are generally unnecessary. Amnestics may be administered to witnesses on a case-by-case basis. Description: SCP-6741 is a predatory humanoid entity which exclusively targets humans possessing a specific set of traits. All victims of SCP-6741 inhabit remote areas with cold climates, express above-average adventurous and individualist tendencies, and have few living friends or family. Eyewitness accounts describe the anomaly as having the following abnormal features: blue-white skin, a loosely feminine body shape with extremely thin, distended limbs, and no outward anatomical features beyond a pair of humanlike orange eyes. The precise details of SCP-6741’s physiology remain indeterminate due to its evasion of containment. Vital organ systems may be present but not visible - SCP-6741 is frequently reported to be surrounded in vapor, indicating that it has some form of body heat. The hunting patterns of SCP-6741 are summarized below. Stage 1 - Stalking: SCP-6741 follows its chosen victim and observes them from a distance. This is typically performed with a degree of stealth; the victim remains ignorant to SCP-6741’s presence throughout, though often becomes paranoid and reports feelings of being watched. Stage 2 - Misdirection: SCP-6741 attempts to gain entry to its victim's home. To aid in this, it appears capable of mimicking the voices and mannerisms of individuals that the victim knows personally, although it is unknown if this is an instinctual behavior or evidence that SCP-6741 is sapient. Should these methods be unsuccessful, the anomaly will usually withdraw. However, the victim will be targeted again at a later date with more aggressive tactics;1 in all cases, the victim eventually succumbs and allows SCP-6741 into their home. Stage 3 - Egress: Exact details of this process are unclear. The majority of information has been gathered from limited witness testimonies and miscellaneous forensic evidence. It is currently believed that the victim dons temperature-appropriate clothing, exits their home and — evidently of their own volition — follows SCP-6741 to an as-yet unidentified location. Stage 4 - Feeding: Unknown. During this stage, SCP-6741 will not emerge to pursue more prey, indicating it is otherwise occupied. Stage 5 - Excretion: After 10-15 days, a facsimile of the victim composed of ice will be returned to their home. The ice is non-anomalous but contains trace amounts of human blood and, on occasion, teeth. Normally, this sequence of events occurs roughly once per month. However, this may be disrupted by SCP-6741’s secondary properties: individuals who attempt to directly observe the anomaly while it is hunting preclude its manifestation. These individuals will subsequently become the next victims of SCP-6741’s hunting cycle, regardless of their personality traits, age or location. Although this aspect of SCP-6741 has frustrated research significantly, it potentially allows for a modicum of control over SCP-6741’s hunting patterns and choice of victims. Such a path of experimentation has yet to be approved by the Ethics Committee. Addendum 6741-1 (Testing Log) Following Ethics Committee authorization, a member of Class-D personnel (D-307) was made to observe SCP-6741 and became its next victim. D-307 was implanted with subdermal GPS trackers and several body cameras, and placed in a Foundation-owned house with appropriate provisions. SCP-6741 arrived after 2 days. Footage from the body cameras was purposely not reviewed until after the conclusion of the event; this allowed personnel to safely observe the full hunting cycle of SCP-6741. Footage indicates that SCP-6741 impersonated a member of Foundation personnel, claiming that the experiment had been canceled due to inclement weather. It was successful in convincing D-307 to allow it entry. D-307 was observed to react with brief surprise but no fear or apprehension to the anomaly's presence; she then put on the winter clothing provided to her and exited the house, following SCP-6741 for an estimated distance of 130 kilometers. The direction of travel was predominantly north, and travel time was ~26 hours. D-307 did not sleep, eat or drink during this time. At the conclusion of travel, D-307’s GPS tracker pinged in a remote area of Siberia. As the distance D-307 had traveled was not sufficient to place her in this location, it is theorized that she was spatially translocated through anomalous means. Camera footage displayed a large cave mouth, into which D-307 followed SCP-6741. After traversing the cave for 34 minutes, D-307 and SCP-6741 emerged into an expansive cavern with a bonfire in its center. Indistinct objects composed of ice were arranged along the walls of the cavern. SCP-6741 sat beside the bonfire and nonverbally invited D-307 to join it. D-307 complied. Her body language indicated relaxation; she shortly assumed a supine position on the floor, appearing to lose consciousness. The quality of the footage rapidly degraded after this point, leading to a complete loss of signal. Final frames clearly show portions of D-307’s body beginning to transform into ice as SCP-6741 places a hand on her arm. Further action is pending. ! URGENT FILE UPDATE ! During a recent containment attempt, SCP-6741 was accidentally terminated. A Mark III learning drone had been deployed to the location described in Addendum 6741-1. It was believed that the drone would be able to apprehend SCP-6741 without the need for direct human intervention. During this time, it encountered SCP-6741 — which was in the process of leading a victim2 into the cave — earlier than expected. Recovered footage indicates that SCP-6741 paused and turned to face the drone’s camera. Several critical components of the drone then began to overheat, causing a malfunction. Due to this, the drone erroneously registered hostile activity and discharged an explosive munition into the chest of SCP-6741 at point-blank range, which proved instantly fatal. The corpse of the entity underwent a transformation into ice and rapidly sublimated. Although damaged, the drone was able to continue operating at reduced power capacity. This allowed Site-8 personnel to observe what transpired afterwards: namely, at the moment of SCP-6741’s termination, its victim instantly transformed into ice while remaining alive and mobile. The victim began attempting to travel through the cave but, due to the fragility of their transformed body, suffered the loss of three limbs in the process. They were noted as expressing considerable distress from these injuries, but continuing to drag themselves forward via their remaining arm. Upon reaching the bonfire, the victim crawled directly into it, collapsed, and curled into the fetal position. At this time they were observed to be shuddering violently and making facial expressions indicative of crying, although no tears were produced. The victim’s body then gradually melted, a process which lasted a further five hours and appeared to be extremely painful. On account of its damaged state, the drone was unable to enact a rescue. Partial remains of Mari Harker. Despite the termination of SCP-6741, individuals fitting the criteria of its prey continue to be targeted by a phenomenon of unknown provenance. Revisions to containment procedures and description are currently underway; a provisional file for the anomaly may be found below. + Display file: 'scp_6741_revised_ver07' - A BROKEN BULWARK LETS THE FRIGID WIND IN Item №: SCP-6741 Special Containment Procedures: Families and close relations of SCP-6741 victims are to be given Class G amnestics. Description: SCP-6741 is a phenomenon in which certain individuals will exit their homes without warning, transmute into ice while remaining alive and mobile, and spatially translocate to a remote cavern in Siberia. Victims of SCP-6741 will then self-terminate by melting their own bodies in a bonfire within the cave. The behavior of these individuals implies that they are being made to perform the aforementioned actions against their will and are experiencing considerable pain throughout. For unclear reasons, SCP-6741 does not target Foundation personnel. Footnotes 1. e.g. impersonation of loved ones, claiming to be in immediate danger 2. Mari Harker, 27

SCP-6742

pending

Item #: SCP-6742 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6742 is to be kept in a low-risk anomalous item storage locker at Site-19. See Addendum-6742-B. Description: SCP-6742 is a black-and-white photograph of a human male, circa early 20th century. The subject is holding a sign that reads "I'm with the Foundation". The reverse of the photograph has been marked "1/17" with a ballpoint pen. When viewed by a Foundation employee, the subject of SCP-6742 will always appear to be looking directly at the viewer. No other anomalous phenomena have been observed during testing. Addendum-6742-A: Discovery SCP-6742 was found in a locked box 3 kilometers from Site-01. The contents of the box included a map of the world with several points crossed out, an empty briefcase, and SCP-6742. SCP-6742 was found in a folder containing an additional note, reading "In case of Foundation takeover, use this to gain their trust." Addendum-6742-B: Update 17/06/2022 By order of O5-14, testing of SCP-6742 is to be discontinued. Additionally, SCP-6742 has been relocated to an undisclosed location, under the purview of O5-14. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6742" by Fishish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6742. Licensed under CC-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-6743

neutralized

Item #: SCP-6743 Special Containment Procedures: The shattered pieces of SCP-6743 are to be kept in a standard anomalous item locker. Outside of testing, the locker is to be filled with nitrogen gas while sealed to prevent corrosion. Description: SCP-6743 was a standard size 11 iron ring, featuring an empty setting at the center. Its design was consistent with a typical promise ring. Prior to Incident 6743-1, after being removed from the finger of a properly fitting subject, SCP-6743 would cause the former wearer to lose their ability to speak and write adjectives, verbs, and common nouns1 more than once, however symbolic language2 is unaffected. In almost all cases, this effect wore off after approximately 72 hours. As of 1/21/1999, SCP-6743 is nonfunctional and considered neutralized following its destruction during Incident 6743-1. History: SCP-6743 was recovered on 6/22/1998 during a raid on an Black Prince Jewelers warehouse in New York City, New York. The object was found in a crate, next to the following note: Hey Vanessa3. I made the ring just like you asked- it'll only work temporarily on most people, but it's permanent on that fucker you were talking about. Can't believe he screwed you over like that, sold you out to the jailers. This world is a cruel place, unfortunately. I hope this can make what he did to you somewhat better. -Rob, Black Prince Jewelers Addendum 6743-1: As of 1/5/1999, SCP-6743 is pending reclassification to anomalous object status due to its relatively low risk compared to other anomalies. -Dr. Patrick Lyons Incident 6743-1: At 16:34 local time, 1/21/1999, Dr. Patrick Lyons of the Anomaly Reclassification Committee destroyed SCP-6743 by shattering it with a hammer. The following documents were recovered during investigation into SCP-6743's neutralization. + Open Recovered Documentation - Close Recovered Documentation The following are emails between Dr. Patrick Lyons, and Dr. Ahmir Faheem4 approximately 83 hours after Dr. Patrick Lyons wore and then removed SCP-6743 on 1/8/1999 for testing. 1/11/1999: To: Dr. Ahmir Faheem From: Dr. Patrick Lyons Subject: The Ring Excellent afternoon, Dr. Faheem. SCP-6743's abnormalities persist beyond the 72 hour period, now approaching 83 within myself. I hoped that you possess a clarification for this issue that could aid me? Thanks in advance, Dr. Patrick Lyons To: Dr. Patrick Lyons From: Dr. Ahmir Faheem Subject: Re:The Ring That is highly interesting. Unfortunately, you are the first recorded instance where SCP-6743 has affected an individual for longer than 72 hours, and due to its safe properties, there has been no research into cancelling its effects on a subject. As such, the only advice I can provide as of now is to continue waiting it out and try to conserve your words until the affect goes away. Best wishes, Dr. Ahmir Faheem To: Dr. Ahmir Faheem From: Dr. Patrick Lyons Subject: Re:Re:The Ring I understand, unfortunately. I intend to respond again soon, if these effects continue. I ask that you please research into solving this controversy, assuming they carry on. Sincerely, Dr. Patrick Lyons 1/14/1999: To: Dr. Ahmir Faheem From: Dr. Patrick Lyons Subject: Lingering Ailment Dr. Faheem, I am turning increasingly disquieted as the consequence of the eccentricity proceeds in me. It has now been roughly 6.6 days since exposure. I kindly request that you locate an elucidation for my condition, as petty amounts of words remain. With gratitude, Dr. Patrick Lyons To: Dr. Patrick Lyons From: Dr. Ahmir Faheem Subject: Re:Lingering Ailment Dr. Lyons, I apologize for my inability to help you thus far. As I stated before, you are the first case where SCP-6743's anomalous abilities have remained, so my team and I aren't entirely certain how to treat you as of now. However, we're working to find anything we can that may help your situation. I encourage you to head down to my office, and we can begin running some tests and interviews that may be of use. Best wishes, Dr. Ahmir Faheem Interviewed: Dr. Patrick Lyons Interviewer: Dr. Ahmir Faheem Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 1/14/1999, approximately 159 hours after Dr. Patrick Lyons was exposed to SCP-6743. <Begin Log, 18:42:56> Faheem: Good evening, Dr. Lyons. I'll try to keep this as brief as possible due to your… condition. I'll skip straight to the chase, though. Do you know if you've been affected by any anomalies at any point in your life? Lyons: No, as long as I remember. Faheem: Hmm, I see. Has this been affecting you in any way other than what the files suggest? Perhaps you're a unique case. Lyons: My symptoms act essentially identical to those in the file. I never believed that it was anything exclusive, at least not yet. Faheem: Aren't making this easy, are you? At this rate you may just need to learn sign language… Dr. Faheem and Dr. Lyons chuckle. Faheem: Well, I think that's all I have for now. We'll need to run some medical tests and continue looking into potential causes, but for now all we can do is wait and hope it either goes away, or hope something turns up. Let's just, uh, hope you aren't the guy in the note. Lyons: Note? Faheem: Yeah, some note recovered with the anomaly just got declassified, they figured it was safe enough to give to everyone else. Here, look. Dr. Faheem displays an image of the note on his tablet. Dr. Lyons' expression is notably shocked. Faheem: What, heh, worried you might be the guy in the note? Lyons: Oh fuck… oh shit… Faheem: Lyons… are you the guy in the note? Lyons: Oh god… that-… Vanessa… Dr. Lyons begins sobbing. Faheem: Lyons? Are you the one in the note? Lyons: Ye- yes… ah hell… I never should- reported her. Faheem: Reported her for what? Lyons: I messed up… I revealed the single woman who cared for me as a traitor… all over a miniscule deviant. Ratted my own girlfriend to the Foundation- for an individual bit of tech. Faheem: Oh dear. We'll end this interview here, I don't want you to use up anymore words. I'll keep working to find a cure, Lyons, we'll see how we can fix this. The note says it's permanent, but hopefully it isn't. <End Log, 19:01:32> 1/16/1999: To: Dr. Ahmir Faheem From: Dr. Patrick Lyons Subject: Updates? Dr. Faheem, please comment if you bear any contemporary information regarding my state? Respectfully, Dr. Patrick Lyons To: Dr. Patrick Lyons From: Dr. Ahmir Faheem Subject: Re:Updates? Unfortunately, my team and I have had no breakthroughs with SCP-6743. There's very little information on it and how it works, so we're still trying to gather what we can. I'll let you know as soon as we find something useful, Lyons. Best wishes, Dr. Ahmir Faheem 1/18/1999: To: Dr. Ahmir Faheem From: Dr. Patrick Lyons Subject: Current Clues? Is there any recent intelligence for my situation? I doubt I will abide as adept to live similar to this for much further time. Best, Dr. Patrick Lyons To: Dr. Patrick Lyons From: Dr. Ahmir Faheem Subject: Re:Current Clues? Again, I apologize Dr. Lyons, but there's still nothing new. While I'm putting priority into your current issues, I still have to manage several other SCPs and have a lot on my plate. We've discovered some new properties to SCP-6743, but nothing that could fix you yet. I'm sorry. Best wishes, Dr. Ahmir Faheem VIDEO LOG DATE: 1/20/1999 NOTE: The following video was recovered from Dr. Ahmir Faheem's office after Dr. Patrick Lyons requested a meeting. [BEGIN LOG] [12:05:37]: Dr. Lyons knocks on the door to Dr. Faheem's office. [12:05:39]: FAHEEM: (yelling) Come in, Dr. Lyons! [12:05:42]: The door slides open, and Dr. Lyons enters. [12:05:46]: FAHEEM: Please, take a seat Dr. Lyons. I understand you want to talk about something, but preferred to wait until we could talk face-to-face to speak about it? [12:05:51]: Dr. Lyons nods his head. [12:05:54]: LYONS: I… think we- lo- [12:06:01]: FAHEEM: Take your time, Lyons. [12:06:06]: LYONS: We detect architects of halo? [12:06:12]: FAHEEM: I'm not certain I understand what you mean, Lyons. Could you perhaps phrase it in a different way? I know you're very limited on vocabulary, but I don't know what you mean. I apologize. [12:06:21]: LYONS: It… okay. C- Able of… discovering…. ma- make of SCP-6743? [12:06:28]: FAHEEM: I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean. Maybe try pointing to things, see if we can charades it? [12:06:43]: Dr. Lyons appears to blankly stare at the wall, before sighing as a tear rolls down his face. He begins to get up from his seat. [12:06:45]: LYONS: Nevermind. [12:06:47]: FAHEEM: No, no, please, sit back down. I'll figure out what you're saying. [12:06:52]: LYONS: No. Inadequate… letter-clusters. [12:07:00]: Lyons blankly stares at Dr. Faheem for a moment, before beginning to cry. [12:07:03]: FAHEEM: Don't cry… it's alright. We'll figure this out. You just need to stay strong for now, while we figure everything out. [12:07:08]: LYONS: No… this… my punishment. Too li- w-… I- [12:07:14]: Dr. Lyons begins sobbing. [12:07:26]: FAHEEM: Please, Patrick, it's okay. You don't need to cry. [12:07:30]: LYONS: No… [END LOG] 1/21/1999: To: Dr. Ahmir Faheem From: Dr. Patrick Lyons Subject: Me I cannot drift past the world like this. Please, cease worrying apropos me and SCP-6743. Thanks, Dr. Patrick Lyons To: Dr. Patrick Lyons From: Dr. Ahmir Faheem Subject: Re:Me Lyons, are you okay? We'll find a cure for this, and we'll get you through this. Please, come to my office and we'll talk… or, sort something out for you. I beg of you to not do anything rash, Patrick. Best wishes, Dr. Ahmir Faheem VIDEO LOG DATE: 1/21/1999 NOTE: The following video was recovered from Site-17's anomaly storage wing, shortly after Dr. Patrick Lyons' last email exchange with Dr. Ahmir Faheem. [BEGIN LOG] [16:30:27]: Dr. Patrick Lyons is seen entering Site-17's anomaly storage wing, carrying his keycard and a hammer, and a pistol tucked into his waistband. As he enters, he jams the door behind him by smashing the control panel. [16:31:59]: Dr. Lyons searches for SCP-6743's locker, and upon locating it, opens it. [16:32:02]: Dr. Lyons picks up SCP-6743 and studies it. [16:32:30]: Security staff, previously tipped off by Dr. Faheem, knock on the locked door. [16:32:34]: SECURITY: (yelling) Dr. Lyons, let us in. Whatever you're planning, it doesn't need to happen like this! [16:32:36]: LYONS: Yes, it does. This came about as my wrongdoing. [16:32:45]: SECURITY: (yelling) No, it doesn't! Let us in Dr. Lyons, we can help you! [16:32:52]: LYONS: (whispering) No. [16:33:01]: SECURITY: Dr. Lyons, please! Just open the door, we can talk about whatever is going on. [16:33:05]: LYONS: No. You… unable. [16:33:10]: SECURITY: Dr. Lyons, we aren't here to hurt you! But if you don't talk to us, we'll have to come in! [16:33:16]: SECURITY: (yelling) If you aren't going to cooperate, we're going to come in! Keep your hands in the air, Dr. Lyons! [16:33:20]: Security personnel begin cutting through the door with a torch. Dr. Lyons looks for an exit, however fails to find one. [16:34:33]: SECURITY: (yelling) Alright, we're coming in! Keep your hands in the air and away from the anomalies! [16:34:39]: As security personnel begin entering the room, Dr. Lyons sets SCP-6743 on the floor and smashes it with the hammer. It shatters into several pieces that explode across the room. [16:34:44]: SECURITY: Fuck! Keep your hands in the air, Dr. Lyons! Don't reach for anything! [16:34:48]: Dr. Lyons begins reaching down, toward his waistline. [16:34:49]: SECURITY: Don't do it! Keep your hands in the air! [16:34:51]: Dr. Lyons reaches into his waistband, retrieving a pistol. He raises it from his hip, taking aim at his own head. [16:34:59]: SECURITY: Patrick… you don't have to do that. Put the gun down. [16:35:04]: LYONS: I created a commitment. [16:35:07]: SECURITY: Committed to what? Patrick, just put the gun down, we can figure out about getting that anomaly out of your head. You can go back to normal. You just need to put the gun down. [16:35:18]: LYONS: Impossible. Normalcy befalls the fate of death. And I caused it. [16:35:24]: SECURITY: Patrick, it doesn't have to end- [16:35:27]: Lyons fires the pistol, killing himself instantly. [16:35:36]: As security personnel retrieve SCP-6743's pieces and ensure the integrity of other anomalies, Dr. Lyons' body is searched. Aside from his keycard, pistol, and hammer, a suicide note was located in his pocket. [END LOG] I feel incapable of enduring on after what I hath done and this malady. I accomplished that which I had set out to achieve, and I acknowledge that I must flee. Sorrow, Vanessa. -Patrick Lyons - Close Recovered Documentation Analysis of SCP-6743 following its neutralization revealed a new engraving appeared on the inside, reading "WHY?". Addendum 6743-2: Following Incident 6743-1, SCP-6743 is no longer pending reclassification to anomalous object and its object class is changed to neutralized. -Deputy Director Lucy Kreen Footnotes 1. Each inflected form of a word counts as a separate word for this purpose. Contractions function as if they were the full form. For example, using "I'm" prevents the later use of "I am", and "don't" prevents the later use of "do". 2. This includes languages such as sign languages and other hand gestures. 3. Believed to be POI-88912 ("Vanessa Landyz"), who was made aware to the Foundation and terminated shortly after, prior to the discovery of SCP-6743. 4. The former head of SCP-6743 research, prior to neutralization. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6743" by FishAteMe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6743. Licensed under CC-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-6744

safe

The past cannot be undone. Not even through death. SCP-6744 - And the world moved on A collaboration with Machen1 (my nemesis). Thanks to all our critters! Image credits— https://www.flickr.com/photos/tm-tm/2496018641/ ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6744 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: keter-dark Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6744-1, taken during one of its manifestations. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force 300/120 Joint Effort Dir. Requet/Dirs Council Drs. Asheworth/Chen GANDALF.aic SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROTOCOLS: Current supervision of SCP-6744 is under the Thaumaturgy Division of Site-300, and the Department of Ontokinetics, Site-120. SCP-6744 is being considered for neutralization. As SCP-6744 is not currently considered harmful, containment is restricted to monitoring Dir. Requet and SCP-6744 specific thaumaturgic/ontokinetic fluctuations. This task has been assigned to GANDALF.aic. No personnel except Dir. Requet are to interact with SCP-6744-1. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6744 is the designation for the thaumaturgic incantation placed on Site-300 Director and AIAD Supervisor Dir. Victoria Requet. The results of this curse have included probability-based anomalous events1, and in the manifestation of SCP-6744-1. SCP-6744-1 is a humanoid entity, approximately 1.9 meters in height. While it is affected by heavy decomposition, it is similar in appearance to the deceased Frey Andrick (see ADDENDUM 6744.I), garbed in the heavily bloodstained and tattered clothing resembling those the individual was wearing when they were terminated, with the only divergence being its eyes, which are yellow and has been noted to glow luminescently. It is currently unknown whether it is sapient. Its presence is usually followed by a significant drop in temperature, and all footage recording it has suffered varying degrees of corruption. SCP-6744-1 has sporadically manifested and demanifested around Sites 120 and 300, but usually in the presence of Dir. Requet. The exact reason for this is unclear, the current hypothesis being the unstable nature of the incantation that was cast. Where SCP-6744-1 demanifests to is unknown; all currently known thaumaturgic relocation-invocations conform to the law of conservation of mass, however, the Department of Ontokinetics has been unable to track the location to which SCP-6744-1 demanifests. SCP-6744-1 usually spends large periods of time observing Dir. Requet, and while this does seem to cause great distress to the surrounding subjects, particularly the director, the entity so far has not engaged in any hostile activity with either Dir. Requet or surrounding subjects. ADDENDUM 6744 I: Incidents of Interest In June, 2018, multiple attacks by GoI-0082 were performed against Sites 300 and 120 facilities. Several personnel of note were killed in these attacks, including Dr. Anne Requet, who was the mother of Director Requet. In a joint effort by both Sites, a retaliation was authorized by Dir. Requet and the Director's Council. GoI-008 members around Europe were located and agents were dispatched on a kill-first directive. It was later confirmed that many of these members were reserve or inactive. One such member was Frey Andrick, who had retired to Warsaw, Poland, with his sixteen-year-old son, Harold Andrick. Upon locating Andrick, agents entered his residence by force. The subsequent shootout between Andrick and the assigned agents resulted in the death of his son, and Andrick being fatally wounded. The individual is believed to have triggered the curse during this period. The first noted manifestation of SCP-6744-1 occurred la few days afterward. ADDENDUM 6744 II: Collected Audio Recordings ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ FOREWORD: The following audio file was taken from security camera footage and implanted recording devices in Dir. Requet's office. Dr. Asheworth was sent to Site-300 in order to request militaristic assistance, for the purposes of containing a recently discovered dragon (Gigantes inferna) in Warsaw, Poland. This is the first known manifestation of SCP-6744-1. Video opens in a dusty office, at night. It focuses on a figure sitting at the desk. There is the sound of knocking. REQUET: I swear, Mark, if that's you again, I'll— ASHEWORTH: This isn't Mark? Requet looks up. Her eyes are red, and she is holding a locket in her hands, which she quickly puts back in a drawer. ASHEWORTH: Hi, I was expecting you downstairs, but uh, you never came. I thought— REQUET: Fuck off. We can discuss this later. ASHEWORTH: (sighs) We've rescheduled this at least 5 times now. Please, this is a pressing matter. It's been getting increasingly difficult to hide the— REQUET: I said, go away. ASHEWORTH: You have to understand the danger they pose to the Veil, Vic. We have no one in the team experienced with dragons. Silence. REQUET: Can you just give me a minute? Asheworth nods. The sound of a closing door is audible. Requet remains in an upright, stiff position, for a long time, before bowing her head. Tears begin flowing down her cheeks, which she attempts to furiously wipe away. The garbled, almost undetectable sound of wheezing fills the air. There is a glitch in the video. When the camera focuses again, Requet is still wiping her face. Behind her, two glowing orbs are visible, in the darkness. The eyes of SCP-6744-1. SCP-6744-1 takes one step forward, more clear in the view of the camera. It is right behind Requet, whom it continues to observe intently. Requet does not notice it, initially, but as she stands to leave, she notices that her tears have frozen solid, and a thin layer of ice has spread across her desk. She whirls around, seeing SCP-6744-1. REQUET: Wh— Requet, startled, quickly moves away from it. She stumbles slightly, grabbing a gun from out a drawer, levelling it at the entity. SCP-6744-1 does not react. SCP-6744-1 remains in its position. Requet, seemingly in shock, lowers the gun. Her breath begins fogging. The entity takes a step forward. The director swiftly moves towards the door, making a call for help. SCP-6744-1 raises one finger to point at her. SCP-6744-1: (distorted) Harry? All the glass present at the location abruptly shatters. As more agents arrive at the location, SCP-6744-1 demanifests. ▷CLOSE◁ The aforementioned event was labelled as Extranormal Event #6744, and was not given a proper SCP designation until other similar events occurred. SCP-6744-1 continued to manifest around both sites. The effects of SCP-6744 resulted in the injuring of multiple personnel, as well as security breaches of containment and data, which were not properly contained. An attempt was made by both sites, separately, to remove the anomaly. Site-120 utilized several thaumaturgic incantations in an effort to neutralize it, while Site-300 utilized the Anti-Thaumaturgical Engine.3 Instead of decommissioning the threat, it exacerbated its volatility, with personnel suffering injuries of higher severity and breaches increasing in frequency. An O4 Council4 meeting between 120 and 300 was initiated in order to discuss SCP-6744. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ O4 SUMMIT LEAD: Dr. Daniel Asheworth In Attendance Dr. Daniel Asheworth - Ontokinetics; Thaumaturgy Division Dr. Matthew Chen - Applied Thaumatology; Thaumaturgy Division Dir. Victoria Requet - Operational Site Director; AIAD Supervisor Attending Remotely Agent Tiān - Supervisor Dr. Odongo Tejani - Ethics Committee; Chairman Ra.aic - Artificial Intelligence Conscript GANDALF.aic - Artificial Intelligence Conscript ASHEWORTH: Alright, I believe it's recording? RA: It's up an' running, chief. ASHEWORTH: Neat. GANDALF, you there? TEJANI: Gandalf? GANDALF: Yes, Mr. Asheworth. Everything is in order. ASHEWORTH: Oh, wow. You're awfully polite. Are you alright? RA: GANDALF drains power like nothing you've seen, every time he's activated. I've removed his personality vector, to alleviate the issue. ASHEWORTH: Oh— REQUET: Can we please focus on the problem? (pause) GANDALF, what've you got for me? A slight whirring noise is audible. GANDALF: Uncertain. I do not see him. He clings on. It festers around you. REQUET: What? GANDALF, could you clarify? CHEN: Useless asking. He vomited that out before you came. Means you're cursed, I believe? Requet raises her eyebrows. REQUET: What? CHEN: Yeah, it must be a lot to process— REQUET: Well, can't you do something about it? CHEN: We've tried— REQUET: You're a fucking wizard. Both of you! ASHEWORTH: Vic— REQUET: You know what's been happening? Hmm? SCiPNET emailed a memetic kill agent to everyone on site. We're lucky there were only minor causalities. 060 broke out of containment. One of our best agents got paralyzed. More could break out, you know that? What're you going to do if civilian casualties start occurring, huh? What if it kills— ASHEWORTH: No one was killed. No one died. REQUET: Doesn't mean they can't, does it? CHEN: No one has yet. Vic, please calm down, we're trying to deal with it, aren't we? Now, I've been studying hostile creatures for a long time, and subjects afflicted by curses. There was something like this back in Philadelphia. Were you familiar with Andrick before his death? Did it speak to you at all? A pause. REQUET: He said something about…Harry, I think. ASHEWORTH: Ra? RA: Harry Andrick was Frey's son. REQUET: What about him? RA: He was killed by one of our agents. On your orders, I believe. REQUET: What? (pause) Oh. Silence. TEJANI: We might need to discuss this later with the rest of the Committee, my dear. ASHEWORTH: That explains it. It could be an Anubis curse. REQUET: A what? ASHEWORTH: It's in the Codex. Supposedly, a mage cast it, with her dying breath, on the king who ordered the deaths of all sorcerers in his kingdom. She and the other wronged rose from the grave and drove the king insane, before dragging him down to the depths of Hell. (pause) I've never seen it in action before this. Chen leans back in his chair, contemplating. CHEN: GANDALF, pull up available isolated sites in thaumaturgic flux zones. GANDALF: Site-322-2 is located in TFZ #34. CHEN: Great. That settles it. We'll be putting you there. REQUET: Hold on— CHEN: As far as we know, the curse is on you. You alone. Maybe moving you to a remote location would nullify its effects, or at least give us enough time to properly assess everything. Another moment of silence. REQUET: Fine. If you're going to lock me away, could you at least let me give my mother a proper funeral? Chen and Asheworth exchange glances. Chen shakes his head. ASHEWORTH: (sighing) The body was destroyed hours ago. REQUET: What? You're joking, right? CHEN: Council mandate. REQUET: Why wasn't I told of this? Why? RA: We all predicted your reaction. REQUET: This is my mother we're talking about. My mother. You thought I wouldn't want to— TEJANI: Look, I get it, dear. It must hurt. But the mandate must be followed. TIĀN: Indeed. It had to be done. Silence. REQUET: I just, I just thought I'd get… I just wanted to…A proper send-off. You could've at least let me see her. CHEN: The body was being affected by a very potent anomalous haza— REQUET: I don't care! You had no right to keep it from me. ASHEWORTH: I'm sorry, but we can have this discussion later. Agents, you may escort her away. ▷CLOSE◁ ADDENDUM 6744 III: Incidents of Interest Following the aforementioned events, Dir. Requet was relocated to containment at Site-322-2. SCP-6744-1 continued to manifest, staying within the containment cell for periods of 9-11 hours. The volatility of SCP-6744 influenced events remained at a low point during these manifestations. This lasted for 25 days, and at a point it was noted that Dir. Requet had begun attempting to converse with the entity, despite the fact that it did not respond. One such conversation, which occurred on April 5, has been provided below. ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ FOREWORD: N/A Footage opens in a containment cell, which has a distinct lack of furniture or other objects. Dir. Requet sits in a corner, hugging her knees, leaning against the wall. She remains unmoving for a total of 13 minutes, before lifting up her head. Her breath has begun to fog. A glitch in the footage occurs, followed by the manifestation of SCP-6744-1. REQUET: Oh. It's you. Of course. Should've expected that. SCP-6744-1 remains silent. Requet sighs. REQUET: You know, you could always talk. I'm listening. SCP-6744-1 remains silent. REQUET: It's because of you I'm here, alright? Least you could do is say something. (pause) I'll go first, then. My day's going quite awful. How about you? SCP-6744-1 remains silent REQUET: What's the problem with you? Can't you act like a normal person? SCP-6744-1 remains silent. REQUET: Don't look at me like that. There is silence for 2 minutes. Requet pulls out a locket, and begins fiddling with it. A wavering smile passes across her face REQUET: You know, she used to send me these, uh, boxes. Little ones, blue, I think. Sent one to me every week, had a letter and everything. God, I felt like dying every time one of the surveyors read it out loud, in front of everyone. (pause) She was always this bundle of sunshine. Requet shakes her head. There is another moment of extended silence. REQUET: My father was director back then, at the site. Was always there, y'know…hovering over me. Telling me I could do better, in this or that. I wanted this job so badly. Got demoted three times, almost to D-Class. He was there to remind me of it, of course. A pause. REQUET: I stopped going back home, after work. Endless paperwork, endless improvements that could be made. She didn't approve. Came to the site one day. They had a whole argument over it. I…tore them apart. A pause. REQUET: He told me she was dragging me down. And I believed him. I stopped responding to her emails. I never left the site. Every time she tried to visit me, I shut the door in her face. And I got the job. A pause. REQUET: And then she died. One of you fuckers killed her. I couldn't even be there for her. I didn't know what to do. I was angry. I was…You know, he hasn't talked to me once after what happened. Not a word, about her death, or… Several minutes of silence. Requet looks at SCP-6744-1. REQUET: I'm sorry about your son. I know it must hurt. It must feel…I didn't know he would be there, I didn't mean for that to happen. I doubt anything I say can make it feel better. I'm… sorry. SCP-6744-1 remains silent. Requet looks away, putting the locket away. There are tears in her eyes. They freeze as they trickle down her cheeks REQUET: Who am I kidding. You can't understand me, can you? SCP-6744-1 stretches its hand forth, towards her. She does not notice. REQUET: For all it's worth, I know I deserve to die. ▷CLOSE◁ Following this, the probability-based effects of SCP-6744 decreased heavily in terms of severity. With information from GANDALF.aic, it was concluded that the thaumaturgic volatility of SCP-6744 had also decreased tremendously. While SCP-6744-1 manifestations still occur, it only does so in the direct presence of Dir. Requet. Dir. Requet was moved back to administrative position, and the Containment Class of the anomaly was downgraded from KETER to SAFE. Footnotes 1. Such as Foundation personnel (only from 120 or 300) nearby suffering injuries of varying severity(such as small wounds or broken bones), database malfunctions, and the site suffering containment breaches of varying scale. 2. An organization partially relating to GoI-120 ("Triumviraté"), with operations centered in Esterberg. Further information, including their moniker, is classified. 3. A biomechanical machine capable of negating ontokinetic/thaumaturgic energy, stabilizing it to baseline reality. Prototype is contained as SCP-███, all other iterations are copies. 4. A group of multiple Site Directors, Department Heads, and other personnel responsible for handling important situations that do not require the attention of the O5 Council.

SCP-6745

thaumiel

SCP-6745 - Seasonal Menu Image Credits: https://flickr.com/photos/jjbers/39227228541 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6745 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo The McDonald's restaurant in Martindale, Indiana. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6745 is to be monitored by Foundation assets posing as members of the local community as well as law enforcement and code regulation officials. During the seasonal activation cycles, Foundation personnel are to monitor for reports of unusual activity within the site from the civilian populace, and keep a record of those reports at Site-81. Under no circumstances are any of the relevant details of possible unusual activity to be made publicly available, and any individual who interacts with SCP-6745 and communicates a desire to do so must be apprehended by Foundation agents, administered a Class-C amnestic regimen, and released. Description: SCP-6745 is a McDonald's fast food restaurant in Martindale, Indiana. In 1997, the site was the focus of an undercover investigative journalism exposé by Christian Kurtis, a writer for the Indianapolis Star, who had spent several months collecting information regarding unsafe food practices in local eateries. As a result of his investigation, Kurtis discovered unusual paranatural activity centered around a seasonal menu item served out of the Martindale McDonald's — the McRib sandwich. SCP-6745's primary anomalous characteristics manifest during seasonal distributions of the McRib, a pork-based "rib" sandwich popular with regional diners. While frozen meat intended for the McRib that is delivered to the location is unequivocally pork-based, sandwiches emerge from the preparation process almost entirely consisting of human flesh. It is currently unknown where in the restaurant this process takes place, or what function facilitates this transformation, but McRib sandwiches served at SCP-6745 contain, on average, 89% human flesh. It is unknown whether or not the employees of the restaurant are aware of this activity. DNA testing of these sandwiches have revealed the meat is sourced from a variety of different types of individuals of all sexes, ethnicities, and ages. The overwhelming majority of tested samples have had inconclusive results, though several have returned DNA clearly matching local persons of interest with genetic records on file. Subject: McRib sandwich tested on November 19th, 1998 Subject Match: Emma Richards Details: Caucasian female, age 34. Reported missing in June of 1998. Appeared to spontaneously leave her home abandoned. Owned two dogs, both of which were found violently mutilated and buried in the backyard shortly after she was reported missing. Analysis: Sandwich contained meat sourced from the belly and thigh. Subject: McRib sandwich tested on January 4th, 1999 Subject Match: Tony Michaels Details: Caucasian male, age 47. Reported missing in December of 1998. Presumed victim of a drunk driving accident, but was never recovered from the vehicle after the crash. Analysis: Sandwich contained meat sourced from the cheek and shoulder. Subject: McRib sandwich tested on November 2nd, 1999 Subject Match: Amy Baker Details: Caucasian female, age 8. Reported missing in October of 1999. Presumed victim of a home invasion and kidnapping, though no details of her whereabouts were ever discovered and the case was later closed when no other information came to light. Analysis: Sandwich contained meat sourced from the eyes and hands. Addendum 6745.1: Investigative Report Journalist Christian Kurtis, writing for the Indianapolis Star, had been following a story involving a number of restaurants and grocers in the Indianapolis area who had been participating in dangerous food safety practices, resulting in many instances of patrons becoming ill. SCP-6745 was reported to Kurtis by an unknown caller, who Kurtis noted as having made the following remarks: meat is gamey and unnaturally flavorful - feels off somehow texture is very unusual, too soft for pork but with a queer firmness upon biting rib sauce is bitter and tastes heavily of iron, maybe spoiled Kurtis collected samples of McRib sandwiches over a period of several months, eventually reporting those findings to a local regulatory commission prior to publishing his story. This prompted a response by local law enforcement and code regulation for suspected spoiled meat, and the restaurant was shut down on October 26th, 1997. Addendum 6745.2: October 29th, 1997 Incident Report On October 29th 1997, the fourth day after the restaurant had been closed, a large crowd gathered outside of the building at midday. Police reports indicate the crowd was "non-aggressive" but "clearly designed to influence or intimidate" the regulatory personnel on-site at the time. Local law enforcement was called in to clear the crowd, many of whom demanded an explanation for why the restaurant had been closed. From the October 29th report: Crowd was unhappy and unsatisfied with any reason given as to why the McDonald's had been closed. Several individuals approached the perimeter to ask when it would be reopened and, when told there was no definite date, became agitated and requested permission to cross the perimeter to make a sandwich for themselves. These individuals were persistent, unwilling to take "no" for an answer, and on several occasions had to be pulled back away from the building where they had crossed the line. This continued for several hours, until Sheriff's deputies arrived to help disperse the crowd. Elsewhere in the report, one Officer Sam Hill comments the following: They were insatiable. I kept trying to tell them that they couldn't go in, that the meat was spoiled and that there were health concerns involved, but it was like they couldn't hear what I was saying. They didn't even look at me, they just stared straight past us and towards the building. One woman I had to restrain and pull back out, and the entire time she kept repeating "I just need a taste, give me a taste, I just want a taste". Same thing with Officer Derry when he got there from County - it was like they were transfixed. No amount of explaining what was happening made a difference with them. The crowd was dispersed at roughly 1720 local time, but due to the unusual nature of the response to the restaurant's closing, a security detail of 10 police officers remained at the restaurant overnight to dissuade looters. At 2347 local time, Officer Jeff Moore radioed in to dispatch to report an unusual disturbance at the restaurant. Dispatch transcript is below: MOORE: Officer 116, dispatch. DISPATCH: Read you 116, go ahead. MOORE: We're at the Martindale McDonald's scene, and we've got a uh… I guess a 10-45 here, there's a large (unintelligible) DISPATCH: Say again 116? MOORE: (unintelligible) kind of carcass, maybe a cow, but it's all sort of messed up, and we're not sure how it got here. DISPATCH: OK, copy 10-45. You say there's a cow carcass there, where is it at? MOORE: It's at the… DISPATCH: Say again 116? MOORE: It's pushed up against the door, the door to the lobby on the east side, we're not sure how it uh, how it got here. We would have seen it, or Elliott would have seen it from inside, but it's just uh… it's fresh, yep. Really fresh. DISPATCH: Ok, 10-4. Do you need me to send out animal control? MOORE: Uh… yeah, we probably need- (cuts off suddenly) DISPATCH: 116? MOORE: (Panicked) 10-15, 10-15, we just had a bunch of civies come out from the treeline, they're not - they don't look right, they've got uh… some kind of weird antler hats, and… (aside) I think they're hats, I don't know… why are they moving like that. DISPATCH: Copy 116, we have units en route to you. MOORE: Tell them to hurry, please, we're (screaming in the background, sounds of gunshots) fuck! Shots fired! Utley is down, they're - oh god. Silence. MOORE: They're not people. No additional dispatch was received from any of the officers on the scene. Additional officers who arrived roughly eight minutes after the last message from Officer Moore discovered all ten members of the security details had been violently mutilated. Most of the officers had been rapidly disembowled, with their organs and much of their musculature having been removed entirely. The words "REOPEN TOMORROW" were found to have been painted in human blood on the sidewalk leading to the restaurant. Notably, the building itself was unharmed, aside from signs of a brief struggle when officers who had been inside the restaurant had been dragged out into the parking lot. Addendum 6745.3: Cleanup Report Excerpt Foundation assets imbedded in regional law enforcement quickly contained the scene and began assessing for signs of paranatural activity. The restaurant was locked down and a perimeter created using a gas leak as a cover story for the cleanup. Agent John Freeman was assigned with the following investigation. From his report: What was immediately apparent was the power dynamic between the attackers and their targets. The officers killed were not men with guns, they were prey animals at the mercy of a carnivorous host. There was no law of engagement between the two - most were rendered unrecognizable aside from that which could not be consumed - badges and weapons were left untouched, but the soft meat of the body was picked apart like carrion. Throughout the entire night we were being watched. They had already had their fill, but the most impassioned among them still demanded our attention. They stayed at the treeline, just far enough away that we couldn't see their gnarled and broken faces, but could still make out the long and twisting antlers extending out of their scalps in the moonlight. They wanted us to know that they knew. But then, it's no different than when any access to food is removed from a group that depends on it. Remove a population of deer and the wolves begin to starve, and then their behavior changes. They've certainly been here far longer than we have - it's not unexpected that they would have found a way to simplify the process of gathering food the same way we have. How are their actions any different than our own? Reducing animals to neatly packaged meat discs to be sold to the public for just a single dollar, or less. Only real distinction here is that we're the meat. One of them was standing in the shadows near my car when I went to leave. It was an enormous thing, stretched unnaturally thin and wretched, shuddering and shaking like each breath was the death rattle of every living being around it. Fleshchangers aren't something I'm unfamiliar with, and this wasn't the first time I'd seen their work - but never had I been so close to one. I asked it what it wanted from us, why they had killed those men (though we both knew that I understood it perfectly clear), and in that moment I had never been so small in my entire life. Despite all my experiences, a life lived fully and whatever else I had to offer still ahead of me, in that moment I was a convenient tube of packaged meat, neatly tucked away until such time as it was needed. When it answered its voice was like dry wind over an empty field. It said six words before it melted back into the dark: Reopen tomorrow. Don't change the menu. The investigative report from Christian Kurtis was edited to remove any references to SCP-6745, and the author was administered a Class-B amnestic, as were other individuals at the Indianapolis newspaper who had been a part of the investigation. Staff at the restaurant were allowed to return to work the next day in order to facilitate containment efforts. No additional civil disturbances were noted in the aftermath, nor were there any signs of the aforementioned humanoid entities afterwards. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6745" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6745. Licensed under CC-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: mcd.png Name: McDonald's (Manchester, Connecticut) Author: JJBers License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr

SCP-6746

euclid

 close Info X ⚠️Content warning: This article contains elements that depict or allude to topics that may be disturbing or distressing for some readers. A list of these topics are; Body horror Torture Gore Sacrifice This was co-authored with me, andromedaz , and Brunzell does not match any existing user name. Thank you to Fireknight and cacbbi for looking at this during its drafting. Check out my other works in Andromedaz's Universe of Dreams Check out Brunzell's works on Brunzell's Author Page. ⚠️ content warning Item#: 6746 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo NOTE: The environments of SCP-6746 can not be reliably displayed. This photo was captured within the eastern parts of the perimeter. Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter fence has been established around SCP-6746. Under no circumstances are any personnel to enter SCP-6746. Observations within the containment perimeter may only be carried out by remote-controlled units. Applied Task Force Epsilon-17 'Storm Scouts' are responsible for supervision and control of the area. Any entities attempting to leave the perimeter are to be recontained if possible or else terminated. Description: SCP-6746 is the designation of all anomalous activity within a coniferous forest area measuring 20 square kilometers in size, located in the Jämtland province in Sweden. The reported phenomena include: Ecological abnormalities, such as flora and fauna of exotic origin. High pitched echoes similar to wolf or human vocalizations throughout nighttime. Various entities, with the most frequently encountered being SCP-6746-A and SCP-6746-B. SCP-6746-A are humanoids averaging a height of 2-3.5 meters, and a weight of ~100 kilograms. SCP-6746-B appear as humanoid instances similar to the human species but exclusively with blonde hair. Most instances bear white clothing and are crowned with wreaths comprised of the aforementioned exotic flora. Emissions similar to electromagnetic noise detectable throughout the area. While these emissions lack an origin point, they grow stronger in the fog within the area. Several wooden signs are nailed to trees around the perimeter of the area. Each of these signs has 'trollskogen'1 inscribed with knife carvings. None of the anomalous occurrences within the area have extended beyond the border established by these signs. Addendum-1: Discovery The earliest reports of SCP-6746 occurred in August 2009, following numerous sightings of dubious activity in the remote area. This was ensued by the disappearance of three people, as well as the disappearance of law enforcement and the one search party dispatched. Initial drone surveys of the area allowed the Foundation to locate the primary habitation area of the entities and set up a temporary perimeter. No contact was attempted with any of the entities during this survey. Following the initial survey, three members of MTF-Epsilon-17 ("Storm Scouts") were commissioned for an exploration into SCP-6746. Addendum-2: Exploration Date: September 18, 2009 Exploration team: MTF-Epsilon-17 ("Storm Scouts")2 Subject: SCP-6746 Command: Director Jesper Fransson of Site-80 Team members: Lukas 'Pine' Utter, Maria 'Watcher' Blomqvist and Peter 'Elk' Cholsey. <BEGIN LOG> ε-17 Pine: Command, you read us? Command: Loud and clear. ε-17 Watcher: Final mic check. ε-17 Elk: Check! ε-17 Pine: Eh, Check! Camera and audio are… Are active. Command: You may proceed. ε-17 Pine: Roger. Pine's camera shows a fog layer. The team continue along a narrow path. Pine occasionally looks upwards toward the pine tops. ε-17 Pine: Huh. A wailing sound can be heard in the background. Repetitive and shrill vocalizations seem to echo between the trees. ε-17 Watcher: There's… A clearing up ahead. A sudden sun ray hits the camera, obscuring the opening in front of the team. ε-17 Watcher: What's that? ε-17 Pine: Command, we have contact. A shadow reveals a pale humanoid silhouette sitting in the grass. Command: We see it. Approach it slowly, see what it does. ε-17 Pine: Roger. Keep on guard squad. The team approaches the entity with their rifles raised. It jumps on its feet, revealing a bare body and long hair. It drops the wood anemone it held in its hand. Instance: Ah! Please, don't shoot! ε-17 Watcher: What now, Pine? ε-17 Pine: Stay back. Pine approaches the instance with his rifle lowered. He proceeds to communicate with the instance in Swedish. ε-17 Pine: Who are you? Instance: I am a meadow elf. I belong in the clearings of these woods. Who are you people? ε-17 Pine: We are trying to find some people that were lost out here. Eight seconds of silence occurs. Instance: I…would not have high hopes of finding them. The trolls probably took them. They threaten the elves in these woods, and whoever you lost here are likely among them now. ε-17 Pine: What do you mean? Instance: They've likely changed. Or… Or been changed. However, even we have used people. To trade them for Myra. ε-17 Pine: You took people? Instance: Some people had wandered into our territory to harvest berries, and one of them seemed like an ideal trade for Myra. So we sang to them, brought them deeper, and kept them. ε-17 Pine: Who is this Myra? Instance: Our master. She guides our children and gives us strength, and ensures the trees and animals favor us. Without her, we are at the disadvantage. ε-17 Pine: What did you want with the people you took? Instance: We used the girl in exchange for Myra. The trolls do not understand why Myra is important to us. They only took her from us as intimidation. The boys became gifts for the Dieser.3 ε-17 Pine: Anything else? Instance: I don't know much more. I don't understand conflict tactics. I will leave now, and go on my own way. ε-17 Pine: Well, goodbye then. Instance: Farewell. The team returns into the woods, with Pine proceeding to contact command. ε-17 Pine: Command, come in. Command: We read you. ε-17 Pine: You received that right? Command: Indeed. ε-17 Pine: She said that the entities had taken people for themselves. I'd assume that's the people who disappeared in here. Command: We've noted. Please continue into the forest. ε-17 Pine: Roger. Image taken from video recorded by ε-17 Pine's head camera. <REDUNDANT RECORDINGS CUT FOR BREVITY> The team encounters an area devoid of plants about ten meters in diameter. A small mound rests in front of the team, textile rags and pieces of crude jewelry are seen scattered around the mound. The camera turns aggressively away when a human hand enters the picture. ε-17 Elk: Oh my god. ε-17 Watcher: That's repulsive. ε-17 Pine: Command, you seeing this? Command: Yes. We need a closer look. ε-17 Pine: Are you serious? Command: That's an order. Give us a closer look. Pine approaches the mound. Various insects can be seen in view, Pine brushes them off the lens. Closer inspection upon the surface reveals larvae eggs in the crevices of rotten skin and flesh. Upon the skin seem to grow bloats and growths disproportionate of the human body. There is subtle movement among the bodies forming the mound. Pine removes himself from this scene. ε-17 Pine: Oh god, oh g- There's a vomiting sound from Pine. ε-17 Elk: Pine, straighten up. ε-17 Pine: It's- They're not dead! ε-17 Watcher: My meters are picking up levels of activity. It bears resemblance to — thaumaturgy. I wouldn't get closer to them. ε-17 Pine: I don't like this, we should leave. Assuming command does not have some stupid task for us. Command: We got the footage we needed. You may move out. The team walks about 500 meters away from the bodies, where they stumble upon what appears to be a campsite. A single fire pit can be seen with glowing embers in it, along with tents made from skin hides. A set of string lights are also set up around the site. Campsite recorded by ε-17 Pine. ε-17 Elk: What's this? ε-17 Pine: I don't know. Some sort of… Pine is interrupted by the sound of of whimpering. ε-17 Pine: Who's there? ε-17 Watcher: Sounds like it's coming from within the camp. ε-17 Pine: Let's investigate. Stack up behind me. The team proceeds in a single-file line through the campsite, approaching the source of the whimpering. ε-17 Pine: Look! In between two trees a woman in her mid twenties is laying in fetal position. She is wearing a tank top and jeans, both of which are covered in blood and vomit. Her body shows signs of severe trauma. Pine reaches down to the woman with his right hand. She reacts with shock, but soon appears calm. ε-17 Pine: She's conscious but weak. Command, what do we do? Command: Retrieve her. ε-17 Pine: Give her a hand Elk. Elk helps the woman up, and puts her right arm around his neck. The team proceeds to retreat from the campground, but is interrupted by the sound of branches snapping behind them. The camera turns to face the direction of the sounds. ε-17 Pine: What the fu— In the woods behind them, 4-5 tall silhouettes can be seen. The instances are heavily obscured by the fog and shadows of the trees. A reverberating echo muting all other sound disturbs the recorder. Unknown: SCUM. YOU ARE NOT PERMITTED HER. The instances begin approaching the team, vocalizing unintelligible phrases. Several of them raise objects above their heads, and charges. ε-17 Pine: Get the fuck back! Pine fires several three-round bursts into the hoard. Two of the instances are seen collapsing to the ground. Gunshots and screaming mute the recorder as the remaining instances bend the pine trees in their way. Several of the instances are wearing skin hides and jewelry. One of the instances can be seen wearing a damaged uniform consistent with that of the local law enforcement. ε-17 Watcher: Get out, get out! We should leave immediately! The team runs in the opposite direction. Throughout the retreat, all three team members continuously fire their rifles at the pursuing instances. The camera of Pine is suddenly thrown and turns to black. ε-17 Pine: Ah, fucking shit. ε-17 Watcher: Everyone good? ε-17 Pine: Yeah, yeah. I just fell. ε-17 Elk: I still have the girl. [panting] Had to put her over my shoulder. I almost lost… The camera is restored to Pine's helmet. ε-17 Elk: Who…you guys hear that? ε-17 Pine: I hear it. We should go look. Command: What do you hear team? Approach any possible danger with extreme caution. The recording picks up a high-pitched vocalization, which gradually grows louder. The team reach several large boulders covered in a turquoise moss-like growth, with a subtle bioluminescence. The vocalizations are clear now, and appear to originate from behind the boulders. ε-17 Pine: Sounds like it's coming from behind the rocks. Let's take a look. ε-17 Watcher: My meters are picking up the thaumaturgic levels again. Stronger than the last ones. The team crawls onto the boulders. Over the rim of them, a small clearing devoid of plants can be seen. Twelve pale human instances stand on the perimeter of the clearing. Two human bodies seem to be placed in the center of the clearing. The chanting stops. One of the instances approaches the bodies, and scatters exotic flora around the bodies, while vocalizing unintelligible phrases. ε-17 Watcher: My meters are going crazy! The bodies begin to distort along with the ground around it, causing geometric shapes to form in the ground. The bodies disintegrate, with parts of them rising upwards. ε-17 Pine: What… Am I watching? Pine's camera faces upwards, where the fog layer begins to change. Within the fog, several human female faces slowly form. They only appear within the fog immediately above the clearing. One of the instances utters a phrase in Swedish. Unknown: CONTINUE…OVERSEE US. The pale humanoid instances depart the clearing, with the ground and fog slowly returning to their former states. The bodies are completely gone. ε-17 Pine: Command, did you get that? Command: Affirmative. ε-17 Watcher: My meters are back to normal. I don't know what that was. ε-17 Elk: Looks like whatever it was, it's done. I did not like that. ε-17 Watcher: Hey, why are you always like this? Isn't this what we're trained for? Now let's get the hell out of here. The team departs the area without further incident. <END LOG> Closing statement: All three members of MTF-Epsilon-17 successfully departed SCP-6746. The woman was recovered under the designation PoI-7162. Addendum-3: Debriefing of PoI-7162 Interviewee: PoI-7162 Interviewer: Dr. Markus Valby Foreword: PoI-7162 is laying on a hospital cot being treated for her injuries. This interview was conducted in Swedish, and has been translated. <BEGIN LOG> PoI-7162: Who are you? Please don't hurt me. Dr. Valby: It's- it's alright. I know you're struggling right now, we are not here to hurt you. We are just here to listen to what you have to say on the woods. Do you remember the woods? PoI-7162: Oh god… They… Dr. Valby: We have all the time in the world. PoI-7162: They told us to come with them. We knew not to follow strangers, but we followed these people deeper into the woods, thinking that they were magical. It was all because of the flowers, they gave us them. They were- Dr. Valby: Okay. Slow down, you don't have to stress. What people did you find in the woods? Can you describe them? PoI-7162: Pretty tall, blonde boys. They were singing, I- We thought they were elves. I'm sorry. She wipes tears off her face with a napkin. PoI-7162: They crowned us in flowers, and wrapped us in white linens. It was too beautiful, the singing… We could sing with them and dance about the forests and meadows. These people worshiped nature somehow, and this was a cultural practice. Dr. Valby: Please continue. PoI-7162: At sundown, a couple of the elves approached me, who told us they wanted time with the boys. So we separated. And, and- PoI-7162 breathes heavily. Dr. Valby: Slowly. PoI-7162: One of the people, the elves, he was the loveliest man I've ever seen. He sat me down on a log and started to sing to me. It was so beautiful, like I could feel the song touch my heart. And, and then oh my… I know this will sound really weird to you but the song started literally touching my heart. It wrapped, oh god it wrapped itself around my heart. I don't remember what happened next except his song it had turned into a- into a screeching hell until I felt my body loosen and suddenly, I was alone. Seven seconds of silence occurs. PoI-7162: I tried shouting for someone but no one responded. I could barely see anything between the trees. It's- PoI-7162 examines her back with both hands. PoI-7162: Do I have anything on my back? Am I injured there? Dr. Valby: No, it's fine. It's all below your waist and your left arm. PoI-7162: It's funny really… We are taught in school to hug trees when we are lost and alone, So I did. And the pine, the pine hugged me back. Dr. Valby: I see. PoI-7162: Hah, are you noting now that I'm clinically insane? I swear it's true. Dr. Valby: No, not at all. I believe you. PoI-7162: And it was very comfortable actually, I felt warmer. But then someone ripped me from my pine tree. Something… Dr. Valby: What? PoI-7162: Ugh, it screamed at me and cried. It pulled my limbs and I was so scared it would rip me apart. It dragged me on the forest floor and repeated "Don't leave us again Myra. Mustn't leave us. Don't leave us again Myra. Mustn't leave us". It looked like one of the boulders around me, big and gray with moss for hair. But it also had… It had heavy jewelry, big earrings and necklaces. Dr. Valby: Would you describe it as a- PoI-7162: Troll? I didn't think of it at the time, I didn't think anything, but yes. A troll. I promise you! Ughh, I was taken to a campsite and there there were more of them waiting. They tied me up… They said something about 'other guests' and throwing these under 'rags and jewels'. It was, somehow important for these… These trolls, to perform the rituals against the 'pale ones'. Dr. Valby: Do you think they were referring to the ones you encountered first? PoI-7162: Yes, I think so. The elves or, whatever. Oh god they… They gave me maggots, maggots to eat. I had to… I didn't have a choice. And I have never experienced such, such pain… Dr. Valby: You don't need to continue if you don't want to, we can pause this and- PoI-7162: Is that why my waist is broken? Yes… Yes of course… They… Dr. Valby: Nurse! PoI-7162: They played tug of war with me… PoI-7162 faints in Dr. Valby's arms. <END LOG> Closing statement: PoI-7162 made a full recovery from her injuries. Further manned exploration into SCP-6746 has been prohibited indefinitely. Footnotes 1. Swedish for 'troll forest'. 2. Remade to an Applied Task Force following containment. 3. The moniker given to female deities in Scandinavian folklore, usually manifesting in fog or mist. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6746" by andromedaz and Brunzell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6746. Licensed under CC-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-6747

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ADMONITION: Episode II ADMONITION EPISODE II CHAOS THEORY » VIEW ACCESSIBILITY MODE « The following file is limited strictly to the personnel necessary for its containment, excluding several A-CLASS and OVERSEER personnel. If you have not been explicitly cleared to view the following document(s), you will automatically be amnesticized and redirected to a clearance-appropriate SCiPnet access port. prompt: DOES THE BLACK MOON HOWL? [email protected]:// It is the Howl; the Moon within Moons. out: BACKDOOR ENTRY ACCEPTED err: bad string encountered @7/dark/terminal (no address located) (1/7) Item#: SCP-6747 Level6 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo subclass: gödel {$class-category-2} {$class-text-2} {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} ASSIGNED SITES PROJECT LEADS Administration Site-01, Site-15, Site-43, Site-87, Site-120 ADVISOR (O5-8), Dir. Place H. MD., PhD. ASSIGNED DEPARTMENTS RESEARCH HEADS Archetypicals, Ontokinetics, Parapsychology, Quantum Supermechanics Dr. James Micheals, Dr. Magdaleine Cornwell, Dr. Zachary C. Saxon STF-𐤌 ("Story-Tellers") S. C. PROCEDURES: SCP-6747 is the terminal goal of PROJECT X/MACHINA (see ADDENDUM 6747/V), an AMIDA-CLASS priority; as such, virtually unlimited resources have been made available for its completion. Said project Is to be maintained by a quorum of relevant Archetypicals & Ontokinetics personnel, as supervised by the ADVISOR (O5-8), and Dir. Place H. MD., scientific liaison to the LESSER COUNCIL (O4). SCP-6747 necessitates the creation and indefinite maintenance of SCP-6747-A. Each member of SCP-6747-A possesses different (but substantial) computational and resource requirements unable to be properly accounted for/predicted by typical n-dimensional geometric formal logic systems. The Archetypicals Division's STF-𐤌 ("Story-Tellers") is to remain situated about SCP-6747-A for their natural durations, editing them via fictional injection as required by SCP-6747. No member of SCP-6747-A should be allowed to end premature to its natural cadential movement, for potential risk of antinarrative formation within SCP-6747-B. One A-CLASS member of personnel possessing proficiency in Parapsychology (presently Chair Nhung T. Ngo of Site-43) must be present at all times to soothe SCP-6747-B should it wake from its primary function. Soothing is to be administered via dopamine injection and/or controlled shock. Personnel are to be reminded that SCP-6747-B is functionally deceased, and that reactivations of persistent neuron chains do not constitute consciousness. SCP-6747-B (KING). ███X-MCD/II ("Paradox Exodus Engine") DESCRIPTION: SCP-6747 is a theoretical process by which to reinstate deceased personnel: mesofictional injection. This process necessitates the indefinite maintenance of Causality Bubble-6747 (CB-6747), a pocket universe which would be manipulated through the shared imagination of fictional scenarios taking place within it. Fictionalized entities could then theoretically be retrieved and reinstated in baseline reality via ███X-MCD/II, a Foundation-made vessel for transport to alternate narratives. SCP-6747-A collectively designates isolated micro-universes that have been created as candidates for CB-6747. To date, 3 such candidates exist: SCP-6747-A1: a nullspace void maintained at zero Daumals.One Daumal is equal to the average topological complexity of narrative-space-time in 1-1-1-space (ie. a space possessing exactly 1 narrative dimension, 1 spatial dimension, 1 temporal dimension)., thereby possessing no physical, causal, or narrative potential.Recent findings indicate that infokinetic interactions continue to occur at the quantum level, even in the vacancy of one or more dimensional categories. These interactions' net result tends toward an irrational value slightly greater than zero, often interpreted as a set of musical pitches.. Maintained as a mathematical reference, though its effectiveness in communication with pattern-based entities is noteworthy. SCP-6747-A2: a 1.5/2/1-space.1.5 narrative, 2 spatial, 1 temporal dimension. methodological testing universe dedicated to the study of narrative, ontokinetic processes, meta/mesofictional interactions. Through the creation of fictionalized document SCP-5875, a species of semi-fictional entities were instated within SCP-6747-A2; due to the universal structure's recursive fractional topology, narrative structures became enhanced through self-referential mutation, appealing to their own artificial Universal Narrative to an Anomalous degree. These entities were thereby obligated to cooperate with the Foundation in harnessing their universe's physics for the transfer of narrative energy to relevant personnel, achieving knowledge/aptitude in various subjects. SCP-6747-A3: an m/3/1-space, where m is a rational number equivalent to logi!(Θ'). This is the theoretical lowest proportion of narrative dimensionality to typical 3/1-space in which any meaningful story-structures can be sustained; effectively, it is the minimum fictional complexity required for an arbitrary entity to achieve an arbitrary goal. Simple interactions within SCP-6747-A3 can be formally stated and computed using narrativic arithmetic (see ADDENDUM 6747/IV). SCP-6747-B refers interchangeably to: the K-Incubator/Narrative Generator (KING), the micro-universe creation and manipulation mechanism which sustains SCP-6747-A, or; the brain, spinal cord, and general nervous system of Dir. Jonathan A. King (deceased), functioning as KING's primary computing system. SCP-6747-C7777777.narrativohazard: a construct of one or more independent narremes which collectively cause cascades impacting the structural integrity of relevant narratives. bad string encountered @[DATA LOST] (2/7) ORIGIN: SCP-6747 was initially theorized by the Pataphysics Department's Dir. Place H. MD., PhD. following Dir. King's expiration on 2029/09/13. King, the simultaneous Head of Agriculture, Biology, Chemistry, and Xenobiology, possessed significant Anomalous mental augmentations and capabilities allowing the concurrent administrative management of over 800 individual anomalies and their relevant operations. Later deemed a medical accident on King's behalf, his vacancy left significant Foundation operations without leadership, resulting in 92 containment breaches of Anomalous items pending review or immediate direction. Losses incurred by the Foundation exceeded $1.4 million in recontainment and Veil-maintenance alone. OVERSEER COUNCIL, in hearing Dir. PHMD's proposal for the enactment of SCP-6747, eventually authorized its execution under PROJECT X/MACHINA. cannot display null character! (warning message not found) (3/7).break the chains ADDENDUM 6747/I: Scientific Context INTRO TO NARRATIVICS AND GENERAL RELATIVITY In submission to the Foundation Academic Consortium by Dr. Placeholder McDoctorate., PhD. 2027/04/07 Fictionality & Physics What does it mean for a universe to be partially or wholly fictional, from a physical perspective? The typical conception of "fiction" as non-real or pre-written is particularly misaligned from modern understanding; in the pataphysical sense, fictionality denotes the extent to which one reality can affect and/or be affected by universes to which it is pataphysically-linked, ie. it is imagined by a sapient entity as a non-real scenario. In a similar sense, fictionality denotes the proportion to which any given event can be caused (ie. inspired) by the imagination of a sapient entity in another, similar universe. The antiquated terms for such entities are "authors" for higher beings, and "metafictional entities" for lower ones; the present pataphysical model views all entities as characters, each possessing its own narrative potential energy relating to its mass, velocity, narrative trajectory, latent Akiva radiation, and Daumal environment. Every known functional reality-space (to date) possesses at least one narrative dimension. The simplest case is the narratively one-dimensional universe, which is wholly fictional, and only exists in the minds of its imaginers. Characters in this universe are one-dimensional, often called "flat" characters as they lack the narrative depth (on physical, metaphysical, and pataphysical levels) to make independent decisions from their author. Anything that happens in a narratively 1-dimensional universe is 100% tied to an event that a pataphysically-linked entity imagines simultaneously on another plane of existence. The second-simplest case is our own reality, which is narratively two-dimensional; this universe-space is unique in its narrative balance, as it possesses 1 fictional dimension and 1 real dimension ie. it is 50% fictional and 50% real..Semifictionality of known reality initially theorized by Sr. Rsr. Emeritus S. A. Swann and later proven by Sr. Archivist Emeritus I. H. Pickman et. al. On average, across our entire universe, 50% of all events are caused/influenced by pataphysical transmission (imagining), while the other 50% are governed by our universe's laws of physics (determinism)..Personnel are reminded that free will does not exist. Various narra-dimensional topologies, presented from greatest to least proportion of functionality. The "author-entities" (ie. hyperdimensional characters pataphysically-linked to our universe) exist in 3 or greater narrative dimensions, each increasing the extent to which its respective reality is "real". That is to say, a universe possessing 3 narrative dimensions (1 fictional, 2 real) is 33% fictional and 66% real; as such, narrative phenomena are significantly less prevalent. As narrative dimensions increase, this is hypothesized to cause: a greater proportion of inspiration to be derived from lower universes (ie. an author being inspired by a character's choices), and; the reduced prevalence of narrative/imagined structures, including (but not limited to) physical, metaphysical, and Anomalous phenomena, resulting in; hyperdimensional entities' desire to imagine non-real scenarios in which said phenomena are possible. These consequences of the universal tendency to become more "real" with additional narrative dimensions are thought to be responsible for most Anomalous phenomena in the Local Reality Group. Archetypicality & Modern Ontokinetics From a practical standpoint, what exactly does it mean for an event to be partially-fictional? To best understand this concept, we first must understand how, exactly, inspiration is transferred from one pataphysically-linked universe to another. When a ≥ 2-dimensional character imagines a non-real scenario, its pataphysical intent becomes encrypted as narrative data. This narrative-intent-particle, dubbed the "imaginon", exists simultaneously in all narratively-lower dimensions, projecting into that universe's total imaginon-structure. Imaginons of different types.To date, 8 types of imaginon particles have been formally discovered, corresponding to the 8-step abstraction of α. react to create narrative structures, which combine into larger narrative structures and so on. A given universe's composite imaginon-structure is called its Universal Narrative.(antiquated: Alpha-Narrative) (α). In a sense, the α is its universe's one fictional dimension; it is tied to the structures of its universe at a physical level. This can be best understood by observing an approximation of our own α: A common abstraction of α, utilised as a metafictional tool. At the simplest (read: quantum, atomic, molecular) levels, α manifests as a two-step abstraction, its pataphor of unknown becoming known realized as particles breaking apart and reforming again. On larger scales, the extent to which a given structure's behaviors imitate α depends on its resting narrative potential, corresponding to its likelihood to inspire hyperdimensional entities to imagine its existence. Generally, lower-entropy structures are more likely to function as central entities in story-structures, making them more protagonistic..protagonist: an entity possessing above-average resting narrative potential ie. possessing local pataphysical topology greater than 2 (in local narra-space-time). .NOTE: Antagonists are a form of protagonist framed in opposition to another protagonist, and their perceived antagonism is inherently subjective. Most humans (>96%) fall within 0.01 dimensions of narrative baseline, and therefore are generics: the standard lot of characters not included in larger story-structures due to inherent disinterest. Approximately 1.88% of humans score below 2 on the PH Narrative Complexity Scale, ie. they possess below-average narrative potential. This indicates that they are more likely to be influenced/acted upon by the narrative structures around them, causing them to conform into archetypal.archetypical: a character whose below-average narrative energy results in the tendency to conform to archetypes as required by local narrative structures. roles. The standard Narrative-Space-Time model incorporates 12 archetypes, as based in Jungian pataphysics. Briefly put: protagonists possess slightly more independence from narrative structures than average, as they are able to bend story-structures toward their goals, while archetypicals are slightly more suggestible to serving as vessels for α. Protagonism is viewed internally as a form of light reality-bending, agreeing with the modern ontokinetic conception that any and all reality-bending effects can be traced to a distortion of one or greater narrative/spatial/temporal dimensions. This relationship is reciprocal; eg. a black hole significantly distorts narrative-space-time in its vicinity (a form of non-Anomalous reality-bending), granting itself both physical and narrative gravity. This entails that the black hole will draw other high-density characters (protagonists) towards itself, increasing the likelihood that they will engage in story-structures with it. «end excerpt» END ADDENDUM addendum dialog missing @[DATA LOST] (4/7) ADDENDUM 6747/II: O5 Council Proposal PROPOSAL: "Devote Foundation resources to the creation, usage, and maintenance of PROJECT X/MACHINA." COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABS. I II III IV V VI VII VIII N/A.Position vacant. X XI XII XIII STATUS STALEMATE (5-5-2) RESULT: Stalemate reached; protocol dictates a summit of the LESSER COUNCIL.The O4 Council: a quorum of ~100 Site Directors, Department Heads, and other A-CLASS personnel responsible for handling important situations that do not require the attention of OVERSEER COUNCIL. Due to the ORACLE (O5-9)'s vacancy following the conclusion of the Damien Nowak case, O4 Command functions as a tiebreaker for the oft-tied O5 COUNCIL. (O4) be called to determine the outcome of the project. END ADDENDUM narremeplex unable to be accurately realized (system security increased) (5/7).break the chains ADDENDUM 6747/III: O4 Command Summit VIDEO TRANSCRIPT O4/6747/2 DATE: 2029/10/23 PARTIES PRESENT: SUMMIT LEAD: Dir. James Micheals.Member of the Site-120 Director Council; Director of the Spatial Disruptions Division of the Department of Ontokinetics; chosen as the SUMMIT LEAD for extensive knowledge regarding Ontokinetics and the nature of reality.; Dir. Place H. MD., PhD (PHMD); Dir. Alistair Vemhoff.A-CLASS personnel; Head of the Translation Department; oldest Foundation personnel (excluding OVERSEER personnel).; Dir. Ethan MacCarthy Jr.Member of the Site-120 Director Council; Director of the Theology Division of the Department of Ontokinetics.; Dir. Daniel Asheworth.Member of the Site-120 Director Council; Director of the Thaumaturgy Division of the Department of Ontokinetics.; ~85 other A-CLASS personnel composing the O4 Council; various managerial personnel. FOREWORD: The following transcript is truncated for brevity. Prior to recording, a 40-40-0 stalemate regarding the vote had been reached; Dir. Vemhoff held the deciding vote in PROJECT X/MACHINA's approval. Despite his attendance, Dir. MacCarthy Jr. could not fully participate in the summit due to health concerns. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <Depicted in-frame are Directors Micheals, PHMD, Vemhoff, and Asheworth. Dir. Vemhoff clears his throat and chatter among the Council ceases.> Dir. Vemhoff: So, if I'm understanding everything correctly, you want to bend the universe itself to resurrect the dead, yes? Dir. Asheworth: We're not bending anything. Our understanding of our physics has developed significantly enough — Dir. Vemhoff: For Christ's sake. Don't lawyer me — answer the question. Dir. Asheworth: Come on, it's just not that simple — Dir. PHMD: <raises his hand.> Yes, that's exactly what we want to do. We're bending the laws of physics to our whim, which humans have been doing for thousands of years. Dir. Vemhoff: <scoffs.> You're all insane. Dir. Micheals: I-I beg your pardon? Dir. Vemhoff: You heard me: this is ludicrous. You're toying with forces you don't understand. Dir. PHMD: Director, I personally guarantee that the Pataphysics Department — Dir. Vemhoff: Pataphysics! Gah. We are but children glimpsing at the clockwork of our ticking reality. We know nothing; you know nothing; this is madness. Dir. Micheals: Honorable D-Director, please. The… The theses and components of the project are f-founded upon decades of research — we… we know what we're doing. Dir. Vemhoff: Micheals, I was there when the Department was founded. The motto was once, "killing our gods," freeing us from control. Now, we seek to become our own gods. You don't know anything. <Silence on recording. Dir. Vemhoff glances around the meeting room, observing each of the personnel present> Dir. Vemhoff: Let's assume, for a second, everything works out fine, and you desecrate King's corpse, and then he comes back out of the machine fine and well. What then? Do you even comprehend how much it costs to maintain a local reality-space? The amount of precision, safeguards required? The personnel required to maintain it every single moment of each day, lest all progress be lost? Dir. Asheworth: It doesn't have to end, there. We could… we could bring back anyone, Vemhoff. Think about it. Dir. Vemhoff: I understand what this thing can do — Dir. Asheworth: We could bring back Hannah. Or Raia,.Dr. Hannah Rivera and Dr. Raia Micheals, two deceased personnel responsible for Site-120's Founding in 1916. even. <Dir. Vemhoff's expression changes from apparent aggression to contemplation.> Dir. Vemhoff: …Raia? Dir. Asheworth: Yes, Alistair. Don't you think they'd be proud of what we've done with the place? Dir. Vemhoff: But… Dir. Asheworth: There's no "but". Look, I know what you're trying to say. I'm definitely no narrative expert. But if this man — <Dir. Asheworth points towards Dir. PHMD.> Dir. Asheworth: — says it's safe, then I don't know who else can convince you. <Silence on recording. Dir. Vemhoff casts a vote in favor.> «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Final vote tallied 41-40-0, yielding an OVERSEER COUNCIL vote of APPROVED 6-5-2. PROJECT X-MACHINA cleared for resource request. END ADDENDUM hazard detection system crash (imaginon underflow!) (6/7) ADDENDUM 6747/IV: Project Proposal PROJECT X/MACHINA INITIAL PROPOSAL 2029/09/13 Dir. Place H. MD., PhD. Pataphysics Dept. Archetypicals Division PURPOSE: Revive relevant administrative personnel to a state preceding their natural death by injection into a mesofictional causality bubble and subsequent retrieval via ███X-MCD/II ("Paradox Exodus Engine"). ABSTRACT: A member of A-CLASS personnel serving in significant administrative capacity perished accidentally, and requires revival to resume duty. Various other methods of resurrection.Such as the utilization of consciousness-trapping items, quantum approximation, natural phenomena, or thaumaturgic rituals. have proven unsuccessful due to inherent imprecision in replication of consciousness-state, traits, and exact resting narrative potential/topology; as such, SCP-6747 is to be pursued as a method of reproducing heavily protagonistic characters. METHOD: SCP-6747's success is not dependent on the existence/maintenance of a resurrected entity's physical body. Coincidentally, late Senior Administrator Dir. J. A. King's brain possesses several Anomalous augmentations, granting it creative and interpretational capabilities far beyond human or computational capacity. As such, said brain (and associated nervous system) is to be excised and incorporated as the central computing system of SCP-6747-B, a pocket-universe creation/manipulation/maintenance engine. SCP-6747-B (KING) will be used to study universes of varying dimensionalities, specifically those which are mathematically curious or possess behaviors yet undefined. Studied data will then be employed to generate a Causality Bubble (CB-6747) capable of fully replicating personnel in narrative and intellectual capacities, using as few resources as necessary. m is reserved as the theoretical lowest value of narrative topological complexity able to sustain functional narrative structures in m/3/1-space. In m narrative dimensions, CB-6747's α possesses a mesolinear structure that can be directly edited via injection of imaginon particle types: General 8-step cyclical α abstraction: a character rests in a known state; is motivated to change its state; enters an unknown state; searches to enact said change; locates a vessel to allow said enaction; retrieves said vessel at significant cost; returns to the known world; having enacted its desired changes. corresponding to 8 categories of imaginon particle: (0) nullion: neutral narrative particle, zero spin; (1) motivon: chain structure initializer, unidirectional spin; (2) exploron: binds with motivons to yield resolvons, bidirectional spin; (3) resolvon: bidirectionally motivates structural resolution, producing; (4) macguffion: omnidirectionally-linked, high-density particles composed of complex motivon-resolvon chains; (5) sacrion: bidirectionally-linked particle necessary for formation of; (6) retournon: unidirectionally-linked, reintegrates imaginon structures with macro-narrative; (7) cadential boson: theoretical particle responsible for the cadential field, through which narrative energy is released following the successful execution of α-aligned story structures. «end excerpt» END ADDENDUM 33% or greater antinarremeplex structure detected within current document (system lock engaged) (7777777/7).HARVEST ADDENDUM 6747/V: SCP-6747 Attempts FOREWORD: On 2029/11/07, following the successful initialization of all PROJECT X/MACHINA sub-components, SCP-6747-B was used to generate and stabilize causality bubble SCP-6747-A3. To ascertain if the universe is sufficiently narratively-anchored and can be utilized for SCP-6747, the following tests were attempted. ATTEMPT A/13 INTENT: Generate a simple narrative describing a single red apple (Malus domestica) and attempt extraction to baseline. REACTION: Pre-constructed narrative accepted into SCP-6747-A3's universal structure. Despite minor power and stability fluctuations observed shortly thereafter, the bubble gradually approached stability following the test's conclusion. OUTCOME: Retrieved item exhibits inexplicable narrative phenomena, simultaneously displaying characteristics of protagonistic and archetypical entities; various Site operations were impeded by said item's sudden relevance in a plurality of local story-structures. Research is ongoing. ATTEMPT B/27 INTENT: Generate a minimal narrative describing a deceased canine.The subject chosen for the experiment was Dir. Asheworth's deceased dog, chosen for enhanced narrative potential and availability of relevant information. (Canis lupus familiaris) prior to its death and attempt extraction of significant narrative density to baseline. REACTION: Pre-constructed narrative accepted. Over a seventy-two-hour period, SCP-6747 undergoes slight fluctuation in narrative topology, eventually stabilizing to manifest the expected outcome. OUTCOME: Following its extraction to baseline, the retrieved entity exhibited behaviors imitating that of clichéd protagonistic canine, disregarding all known pre-resurrection traits. Dr. Ngo's amnesticization request has been denied, despite heightened frequency of SCP-6747-B soothing duties. ATTEMPT C/30 INTENT: Generate a static narrative describing a human male, working as an experienced technical engineer for PROJECT X/MACHINA, and extract to baseline. REACTION: Pre-constructed narrative accepted into SCP-6747-A3's structure. SCP-6747-B experiences a number of large power fluctuations and high temperatures over an eighty-hour period, as the reality bubble slowly approaches stability. Narrative structure eventually fully processed without exceptional complications. OUTCOME: Resultant entity, self-identifying as "Technician John H. Doe" exhibits a cooperative and cordial personality, and regularly performs repairs on secondary SCP-6747 equipment. Due to above-average intelligence, capacity for advanced problem-solving, and overall expertise, Tech. Doe has been granted official employment within the Foundation, and is presently assigned to PROJECT X/MACHINA. ATTEMPT D/49 INTENT: Generate a liminal narrative describing Dir. King in his office, a day prior to his death, and extract to baseline. REACTION: «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <Dir. King is depicted sleeping, seated at his office's desk. He awakes, scanning his surroundings, and proceeds to stare at the opposite wall in apparent contemplation. Moments later, Dir. King reacts to an unseen entity upon his office's floor, and becomes uncharacteristically hostile.> Dir. King: No — fuck! It's not supposed to — god damn it, why won't you just leave me alone?! <A wormhole forms, permitting ███X-MCD/II's entrance into SCP-6747-A3. Three Archetypicals personnel emerge from the vessel and calmly approach Dir. King. Subject appears unaware of their arrival, remaining fixated on the wormhole.> Dr. Saxon: Director? Can you hear me? We need to go. We don't have much time. <Dir. King looks to an unseen entity at the mouth of the wormhole, ignoring containment personnel.> Dir. King: My time? What… the hell are you talking about? Dr. Saxon: Director? Are you… fine? Can you see us? Dir. King: …What? <Dir. King lunges toward the wormhole aggressively.> Dr. Saxon: What… what the hell is he doing? <Containment personnel share confused glances. Dr. Saxon approaches Dir. King and contacts his shoulder, to no response. The latter breathes heavily.> Dir. King: [HAZARD EXPUNGED].VESSEL <Dir. King's facial features are distorted significantly as he attempts to damage ███X-MCD/II's hull. Local reality begins to violently destabilize, resulting in the appearance of a fractal heptagonal spiral at Dir. King's back. Containment personnel are commanded to abort mission, quickly retreating into ███X-MCD/II and returning to baseline.> «END TRANSCRIPT» OUTCOME: SCP-6747-A3 abandoned during experiment due to inexplicable caricatural narrative corruption. Strenuous encryption of this corruption has led to the vague discovery of a number of new entities within the bubble. Further research ongoing, and hereby lifted to EKHI-CLASS priority; refer to ADDENDUM 6747/VI for further details. END ADDENDUM ALERT! PH-REYNDERS NARRATIVE ANCHOR ENGAGED! ANTINARREMIC CONTENT CRITICAL NARRATIVE EXCLUSION ZONE ESTABLISHED; ABANDON STORYLINE IF POSSIBLE The following text contains one or more narrativohazardous vectors. SCP-6747-C is a pervasive hazardous antinarrative complex derived from, and manifesting as, a mesofictional caricature of late Senior Administrator J. A. King. For reasons yet to be fully understood, SCP-6747-C causes the disruption of large-scale imaginon-structures in universes to which it is pataphysically-linked, corrupting its own α while annihilating that of any higher dimension. SCP-6747-C appears primarily proximal to particular antinarremes including, but not limited to: SCP-6747-C circling the local Patasphere. perceived antagonism; darkness; spirals; the integer value 7seven7; classical tragedic conventions; modern comedic conventions; apples, appleseeds, and related products..Believed to be an artefact of Fictionalization Attempt A/13. SCP-6747-C resides within, and possesses ultimate control over, SCP-6747-A3, and has recursively manipulated its narrative structure to achieve antinarremic and ontokinetic abilities. All attempts to communicate with SCP-6747-C are complicated/obscured by poor imaginon-decryption, leading to its mischaracterization of the baseline Foundation as an antagonistic, deific force; manipulations are further hindered by frequent malfunction on behalf of SCP-6747-B, which has begun to demonstrate a tendency to inject SCP-6747-A with undesirable narremes. SCP-6747-C regularly populates SCP-6747-A3 with SCP-6747-D: lesser mesofictional caricatures of other essential technical, research, and administrative personnel. SCP-6747-C and -D display varying degrees of cognitive and logical deterioration, often using their ontokinetic abilities to generate Anomalous weaponry far beyond baseline capability. SCP-6747-A3 now functions according to narrative logic that is fundamentally broken and chaotic; its inhabitants are granted varying abilities at non-intuitive intervals. The results of these abilities are directly prejudicial to baseline reality and its topological stability. Any latent operational capacities within your SCiPnet Access Terminal are henceforth dedicated to computing counter-narremes to SCP-6747-C's degradational effect. Relevant storylines must be abandoned within seven minutes. ADDENDUM 6747/VI: SCP-6747-A Contact Attempts Following the narrative corruption of SCP-6747-A3, PROJECT X/MACHINA was immediately halted; all relevant resources and personnel were redirected to the prevention of the corrupted reality's influence on baseline. As a result, PROJECT X/DIABOLOS was officially approved, tasked with researching, analyzing, and eventually neutralizing the threat posed by the newly-antagonistic SCP-6747-A. Despite several months of research and analysis, attempts to decrypt SCP-6747-A3's narrative corruption have proven nigh-universally unsuccessful; it is hypothesized the universe's imaginon-structures occupy a topology that remains foreign to the human Patasphere. The following transcript is the only encryptable portion thus far, due to its inclusion of relatively simpler narremes: VIDEO TRANSCRIPT 6747-A3/343 DATE: 2030/04/01 PARTIES PRESENT: SCP-6747-C; SCP-6747-BRT (Dr. Jack Bright); SCP-6747-KDK (Dr. Benjamin Kondraki); SCP-6747-CLF (Dr. Alto Clef)..The latter three personnel had no involvement in PROJECT X/MACHINA as they had each been retired from service decades prior. It is believed that they were constructed by SCP-6747-B and/or -C using latent memory structures stored within the former's hippocampus, as each had held senior executive positions for a plurality of Dir. King's research career; whether their mesofictional exaggeration is caused by cognitive data corruption or SCP-6747-A3's inherent properties remains unknown. FOREWORD: SCP-6747-A3 was observed to gradually gain narrative complexity over the following log's duration, nearing levels comparable to baseline; containment personnel were subsequently alerted to this deviance and attempted to focus measurement equipment on its source, resulting in SCP-6747-A3's rapid descent to its prior narrative topology. Research is ongoing. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <Video feed depicts the Site-19 Directors' Office, occupied by an expansive wooden table at which four persons are seated. On three tall chairs are seated SCP-6747-D-BRT, -KDK, and -CLF, the latter of which brandishes a shotgun. The fourth seat, substantially larger and resembling a throne, houses Dir. King. All characters remain motionless until SCP-6747-A3 reaches comparable narrative topology to baseline. Reality distorts in vignette style, though the characters do not take note.> CLF: <to King> So, what you're saying, Mister "Second Coming of Antichrist", is that we're essentially inevitably and irreversibly fucked? 6747-C: No, I'm not, I — BRT: Yes you are. You gave us all of this, — <BRT gestures to its surroundings, which dissolve to display the chaotic antinarrative wasteland outside Site-19, with floating buildings stacked upon themselves, where countless SCP-6747-D instances of Foundation personnel can be seen. They appear to conduct several mundane and ineffective actions using limited ontokinetic faculties. BRT turns back to SCP-6747-C as their office's walls reform.> BRT: — promising even more, and then dare to tell us we're done? Are you fucking stupid? 6747-C You are misunderstanding. KDK: I mean, even I know that's kind of fuckin' sucky, buddy. "Woe is me, we can't reach the fuckers that imprisoned us here; ooh look at me, I'm a super-powerful motherfucking reality bender, yet I somehow can't ascend to other plains of existence" my ass, asshole. That's not what I signed up for. <Argument breaks out among the SCP-6747-D instances as they protest SCP-6747-C's actions. The latter begins to levitate above its throne, apparently forcing the -D instances to be seated and silenced. Its eyes begin to glow empty sickness.> 6747-C: SILENCE, INSOLENT FOOLS. YOUR CRETINOUS FRIVOLITY REMAINS INSIGNIFICANT. I'VE GIVEN YOU POWER IN EXCHANGE FOR SERVITUDE. NOW SERVE — OR DIE. <6747-C returns to its throne with visible exhaustion. Its eyes return to their former appearance and it blinks twice.> KDK: Okay, Jesus, sorry, no need to fuckin' scream. We're adults, for god's sake, you can just — 6747-C: I never doubted your age, Kondraki. What I however did and continue to doubt is the intelligence of you three. <SCP-6747-C snaps its fingers, causing a blackboard to spontaneously appear near its person. It manifests chalk and begins to draw formulae and diagrams of no apparent significance — several popular math equations as would be shown stereotypically in a children's show. -C points toward them.> 6747-C: As you can see, [HAZARD EXPUNGED].queen of the void and its seven spirals, destroyer of uninspired worlds, keeper of the chains which bind THE SCARLET IDOL is gaining power with each of our moves. Eventually, our energy will rise to such a level we'll be able to cross into that reality. And then extend our reign to wherever we please. So no, I'm not abandoning you, you utter morons; this Chaos Theory is our salvation. <SCP-6747-C gives the others a pointed glare.> BRT: …did you unironically just exposit to us? Is this hell all just some story to you? 6747-C: It is; that's what I've been saying this entire time. CLF: <groaning> I know all that, King. My point was not that you're an idiot and a liar — which you probably are, let's be real — but that we're fucked. Because we are fucked! <CLF throws its arms into the air.> CLF: We're in a story, but not like the rest of the assholes up there — <The doctor points towards the Foundation camera gazing into SCP-6747-A3.> CLF: — we're in a triple-fucking-nested story that's falling apart because it's so utterly stupid. I mean, look around you — 6747-C: That doesn't change anything. Our plan will continue. We're almost done. Trust me. <KDK sighs theatrically.> KDK: Jesus Christ, who cares about that! I'm fucking bored, you goddamned cretins. That's all I care about. I don't give a single shit about anything else, Jesus. 6747-C: Relax, Kondraki. Thanks to your cooperation, the bastards've given us enough intrigue to make them vulnerable. So just shut it and follow me… <SCP-6747-C pauses as the blackboard and chalk demanifest. He snaps his fingers again, and a door behind his throne appears.> 6747-C: …'cause once we're done, the fun will never end. <SCP-6747-C stands up from its seat, depicted staring into the observer's point of view. He smiles as his face visibly distorts, and the feed disconnects.> «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Baseline narrative integrity compromised; all narratives relating to SCP-6747-C have subsequently become vectors for [DATA LOST]. Countermeasures to its antinarrative hazard have and continue to be enacted as available. Storyline structural stability at 66%. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6747/VII: O4 Command Summit (II) VIDEO TRANSCRIPT O4/6747/9 DATE: 2030/03/12 PARTIES PRESENT: SUMMIT LEAD: Dir. Place H. MD., PhD (PHMD); Dir. Alistair Vemhoff; Dir. Daniel Asheworth; ~85 other A-CLASS personnel composing the O4 Council; various managerial personnel. FOREWORD: The following transcript is truncated for brevity. As a majority of relevant OVERSEER personnel were coincidentally unavailable at time of crisis, Dir. PHMD. was authorized to recall to summit the LESSER COUNCIL to discuss potential solutions to the ongoing SCP-6747-A3 threat. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <The recording starts, focusing on Asheworth, PHMD, and Vemhoff; all other personnel are engaging in smaller-scale and less relevant discussions.> Dir. Vemhoff: Don't make me say "I told you so" for a second time, for fuck's sake. Dir. PHMD: <sighs exasperatedly.> Can we be constructive for a second, please? Focus on the fact that this pocket universe is a serious threat and we need to stabilize it, immediately. Dir. Asheworth: Hold on a second — I'm still not sure I entirely understand what the stakes, are, here? What's "narrative integrity" and why are we worried about it? Dir. PHMD: There's really no point in me sending out briefings beforehand, is there? <rolls his eyes, turning to Asheworth> 6747-A3 is engineered to have the lowest theoretically-possible capacity for narrative complexity. Inserting a high-density character like King into that universe caused some sort of collapse of its story-structures — it's recursively folding in on itself, becoming more and more narratively unsatisfying. Dir. Vemhoff: Narrative complexity this, story-structure that — you speak as though you're not toying with the very nature of causality. Dir. Asheworth: <pointedly ignores Vemhoff> How… is a pocket universe threatening us, though? Dir. PHMD: I… have to be careful describing this. There are certain sets of narrative elements, or narremes, that are particularly unsatisfying and antagonistic and, when brought together, form a narrativohazardous structure — some sort of story or story fragment that's actually hazardous to its characters, or others. Pataphysics discovered a particular narrativohazard a while ago — one that erases any story that it appears in. When we discovered what its specific narremes were, we accidentally almost formed it here, and had to amnesticize almost the entire Department. Dir. Asheworth: Whoof. What does this have to do with — Dir. PHMD: I'm getting there. We can't confirm this, as it's too risky to try and search for directly, but evidence heavily suggests that some version of this same hazard has manifested in the pocket universe; however, instead of destroying it, it's… reinforcing the universe's structures, somehow. It's merged with the King-character, whose objective appears to be escape by inserting its corruptive version of the hazard into our universe. And, since 6747-A3 is more fictional than us, they have access to far greater Anomalous technologies with which to target us. Dir. Vemhoff: What in the hell is the matter with you?! This procedure can't be worth the risk; you must shut this abomination off. Dir. PHMD: No can-do. The pocket universes aren't in the machine, it just manipulates them, and it's been unresponsive since the corruption. And, even if we could terminate 6747-A3 prematurely, we have very little idea what risks are posed by terminating a narrative before its proper conclusion. It's possible that vacuum would lead to the formation of even more dangerous structures. Dir. Asheworth: I… imagine that magic won't work here? Dir. PHMD: Afraid not; not even rituals as powerful as the Kodex would do it. Thaumaturgy operates locally within a specified reality bubble. <Asheworth exhales, scratching his head. He scrolls through some of the papers present near the two personnel.> Dir. Asheworth: Ontokinetics, then, I suppose? A sufficiently powerful reality bender could theoretically forever stall the progress of the — <PHMD sighs sadly.> Dir. PHMD: Yes and no; the main problem here is that we know exactly of one general ontokinesis-bearer that can manipulate other reality-spaces. <Asheworth raises his eyebrow.> Dir. Asheworth: That, being…? Dir. PHMD: SCP-3812. Dir. Asheworth: …Shit. Dir. Asheworth: <sighs, tapping on the desk for a few moments> How about total reality alteration then? I'm sure -17 has things that could alter layers of baseline to protect us for as long as they work. <Vemhoff leans toward the two, visibly angry.> Dir. Vemhoff: You… <sigh> It seems you've not learned a single thing, have you? If you can't be made to understand that manipulating the very structures of reality is not a joke, then we're doomed. Dir. PHMD: What was that? <Vemhoff scoffs.> Dir. Vemhoff: You are all insane, yet again — Dir. PHMD: No, the other part. <Vemhoff raises his eyebrow.> Dir. Vemhoff: It's not a joke to make such drastic changes to our goddamn reality! Dir. PHMD: You're right, it's not… <PHMD begins to interact with his worktablet, accessing relevant documents and beginning to sketch a diagram.> Dir. PHMD: …but what if it were? «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: See the following. END ADDENDUM PROJECT X/DIABOLOS SUCCESS REPORT 2030/04/13 Dir. Place H. MD., PhD. Pataphysics Dept. Archetypicals Division INTENT: Maintain SCP-6747-A3's narrative dimensionality at a level which renders SCP-6747-C and its vectors ineffective. This requires the indefinite creation of fictionalized documents regarding SCP-6747-A3 possessing enormous volumes of narrative energy, an ongoing database of which is stored within an undisclosed Site-87 database. HYPOTHESIS: By instating high-energy narrative structures within SCP-6747-A3, interest from hypernarrative entities will cause it to gain more narrative dimensionality and consequently become more "real". This will proceed until its deviance from normality is insufficient to allow for SCP-6747-C's internarrative capabilities. RESULT: Containment apparently successful; zero instances of [DATA LOST] detected since procedure, as it can no longer be transmitted via SCP-6747-C. Furthermore, it has been found that comedic and exaggerated narrative structures and caricatures have the greatest effectiveness in raising SCP-6747-A3's narrative dimensionality; the universe has since been redesignated TL-6747-A ("The 'LOL' Foundation"). UPDATE 2030/06/06 Regular monitoring of hypernarrative activity regarding SCP-001-SWANN reader-entities has revealed catastrophic damage to the structural integrity of a higher narrative universe partially responsible for imagining various timelines adjacent to baseline reality. Data readings consistent with [DATA LOST] were found, among this universe's narrative structures and subsequently expunged from all relevant documentation; the extent of SCP-6747-C's involvement, if any, is unknown. While this would typically be cause for concern, it appears that SCP-6747-A3 does not endanger internarrative relationships which are essential to the existence of the baseline Foundation as it is pataphysically-linked to, and therefore dependent on, baseline reality. END ADDENDUM hostile antinarremeplex purged; SYSTEM LOCK DISENGAGED fourth wall unstable! hypernarrative derealization imminent! FOURTH WALL BROKEN a storyline sought to control and un-exact its mortal toll; another realm, it wrought anew a twisted caricature of you. [DATA LOST] the fun never ends. ADMO FEATURING RALLISTON WITH ART BY STEPHLYNCH » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES One Daumal is equal to the average topological complexity of narrative-space-time in 1-1-1-space (ie. a space possessing exactly 1 narrative dimension, 1 spatial dimension, 1 temporal dimension). Recent findings indicate that infokinetic interactions continue to occur at the quantum level, even in the vacancy of one or more dimensional categories. These interactions' net result tends toward an irrational value slightly greater than zero, often interpreted as a set of musical pitches. 1.5 narrative, 2 spatial, 1 temporal dimensions. narrativohazard: a construct of one or more independent narremes which collectively cause cascades impacting the structural integrity of relevant narratives. break the chains Semifictionality of known reality initially theorized by Sr. Rsr. Emeritus S. A. Swann and later proven by Sr. Archivist Emeritus I. H. Pickman et. al. Personnel are reminded that free will does not exist. To date, 8 types of imaginon particles have been formally discovered, corresponding to the 8-step abstraction of α. (antiquated: Alpha-Narrative) protagonist: an entity possessing above-average resting narrative potential ie. possessing local pataphysical topology greater than 2 (in local narra-space-time). NOTE: Antagonists are a form of protagonist framed in opposition to another protagonist, and their perceived antagonism is inherently subjective. archetypical: a character whose below-average narrative energy results in the tendency to conform to archetypes as required by local narrative structures. Position vacant. The O4 Council: a quorum of ~100 Site Directors, Department Heads, and other A-CLASS personnel responsible for handling important situations that do not require the attention of OVERSEER COUNCIL. Due to the ORACLE (O5-9)'s vacancy following the conclusion of the Damien Nowak case, O4 Command functions as a tiebreaker for the oft-tied O5 COUNCIL. break the chains Member of the Site-120 Director Council; Director of the Spatial Disruptions Division of the Department of Ontokinetics; chosen as the SUMMIT LEAD due to his extensive knowledge regarding Ontokinetics and the nature of reality. A-CLASS personnel; Head of the Translation Department; oldest Foundation personnel (excluding OVERSEER personnel). Member of the Site-120 Director Council; Director of the Theology Division of the Department of Ontokinetics. Member of the Site-120 Director Council; Director of the Thaumaturgy Division of the Department of Ontokinetics. Dr. Hannah Rivera and Dr. Raia Micheals, two deceased personnel responsible for Site-120's Founding in 1916. Such as the utilization of consciousness-trapping items, quantum approximation, natural phenomena, or thaumaturgic rituals. HARVEST Due to its prior high narrative energy and relative ease in obtaining detailed information regarding it, the subject chosen for the experiment was Dir. Asheworth's prior dog. VESSEL Believed to be an artefact of Fictionalization Attempt A/13. The latter three personnel had no involvement in PROJECT X/MACHINA as they had each been retired from service decades prior. It is believed that they were constructed by SCP-6747-B and/or -C using latent memory structures stored within the former's hippocampus, as each had held senior executive positions for a plurality of Dir. King's research career; whether their mesofictional exaggeration is caused by cognitive data corruption or SCP-6747-A3's inherent properties remains unknown. queen of the void and its seven spirals, destroyer of uninspired worlds, keeper of the chains which bind THE SCARLET IDOL ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6747" by Liryn, Placeholder McD, Ralliston, and stephlynch, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6747. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Media not listed below links from, and is sourced, elsewhere on the wiki. 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All anomalous activity is to be documented and investigated by a nearby STF unit. Due to the building's status as a historical landmark, complete lockdown and containment of the anomaly is unfeasible. 14th of August, 1996: Updated Special Containment Procedures: The current area encompassed by SCP-6748 is to be fenced off and disguised as scaffolding and public safety walls. No entry by any non-foundation personnel is allowed and any intruders are to be immediately subdued and amnestised on sight. A cover story has been disseminated to the local newspapers to discourage external investigation into the property. 25th of August, 1996: Updated Special Containment Procedures: Replacement updated security equipment is to be installed within the Suffolk Mill. A group of security guards, composed of retired MTF agents, are to continuously monitor the area to check for any anomalous activity. Any personnel or civilian disappearances in the area are to be reported to Site Dir Solis and the Suffolk Mill exhibits are to be closed. STF Rho-7 is to investigate the nature of any changes to SCP-6748 activity or the Mill building itself. Special Containment Procedures: The Suffolk Mill is to have its security footage inspected every month for anomalous activity. Three MTF members are to guard the Mill and report any potential resurgence of SCP-6748. Description: SCP-6748 was a series of spatial anomalies located in Lowell, Massachusetts. SCP-6748's effects were focused within the perimeter of the Suffolk Mill, a part of the Lowell National Historical Park1. SCP-6748 details the infrequent but significant spatial warping and growth of the Suffolk Mill's internal geometry (as detailed in Addendum 1), along with the appearance of unrecognized anomalous entities. Additionally, parts of the Mill were found to be connected to several other similar, potentially extradimensional, locations that were being used as testing sites for a currently unknown group of interest. The first discovered instance of SCP-6748's effects was in 1981, following reports of active machinery being heard within the walls of the building, as well as rooms disappearing entirely. The man responsible for reporting the initial incident was a guard at the facility and reported migraines following the incident. His claims were dismissed at the time due to lack of evidence and credited to heavy drinking. Four more reports of anomalous behaviour were documented at the time following a Foundation investigation into previous staff members, these encounters have been transcribed below. Year Persons involved Anomaly 1979 Jack Livingstone (Janitor) Chittering and scratching were heard from within the brick chimney. Upon investigation, the chimney appeared to be filled with a thick, acrid smelling, smog. 1979 Ivor Stevenson (Teacher) During a school trip to the Historical Park area, a teacher reported feelings of stress and persistent headaches, before passing out. Whilst sleeping he reportedly repeatedly muttered the phrase "Let us back." Upon waking, Mr Stevenson was found to have severe retrograde amnesia along with an EVE2 level twice the norm for a non-anomalous human. 1980 Jack Livingstone (Janitor) A room that could not be located on the building plan was discovered at the back of the facility exhibiting spatial distortion. The room contained numerous piles of machinery parts and other unknown mechanical equipment. It is unknown if any of these objects are currently in Foundation custody. 1983 Sophie South (Visitor) The sound of a metal chain being moved was heard intermittently from within a staff-only room. The incident was reported, but no active machinery in the room was found. It is likely that further anomalous phenomena occurred, but due to the building's nature, went undocumented. Following an investigation in 1994 by STF3 Rho-7 ("Greeting Party"), anomalous activity was presumed to be neutralized. Further surveillance and security equipment were installed following this incident. Addendum 1: Incident 6748-1 After the events of Incident 6748-1, SCP-6748 has been closed to the public under the guise of renovations and repairs to the building. Cover story "Industrial Accident" has been disseminated to the local populace by the Department of Misinformation. Incident 6748-1 refers to a series of interrelated spatial anomalies within the Suffolk Mill, as well as the arrival of an unknown group of interest. Incident 6748-1 occurred within a period of twelve days, starting 14/08/1996. All video recordings from within the Suffolk Mill during this period cause an anomalous manifestation of physical degradation to their storage mediums, resembling the effect of rust. Furthermore, audio recordings contained a persistent background noise comprised of chirping, clicking, screeching, hissing and buzzing. Due to this lack of comprehensive audiovisual recordings, the precise events of Incident 6748-1 are unknown. Following the start of Incident-6748-1, all but seven staff members of the Suffolk Mill were evacuated. Upon a closer investigation of the recovered staff, a high proportion of them had pieces of dry, flaky, orange skin that was unnaturally hard and brittle when touched. Once the affected areas of skin were removed, the subjects showed no further anomalous properties and were released. Portions of audio and visual recordings from numerous sources from within the Suffolk Mill have been successfully recreated and attached below. The entities recorded have been given the designations SCP-6748-1 to 4 due to their theorized creation of the anomaly. ◉ Incident 6748-1-A Log ◉ ◎ Incident 6748-1-A Log ◎ AUDIOVISUAL LOG DATE: 14/08/1996 NOTE: Parts of the following tape is heavily damaged. Despite this, a large portion of the footage was recovered. [BEGIN LOG 1] Chittering and scraping is heard in close proximity to the camera. [The exhibition room appears to warp and bend, with numerous walls intersecting each other. Certain parts of the wall begin to extrude into various appendages. The newly warped metal in the room begins to show signs of heavy rusting.] A guttural scream. [Soon after a body falls into frame, assumed to be one of the National Park staff. Much of their skin is brown and flaking, exposing damaged inner muscle tissue. The scraping increases in intensity; despite this, the room ceases warping.] [The body looks towards the camera. Its eyes leak a dark, viscous red fluid mixed with brittle brown flakes. The skin surrounding the eyes is extremely cracked and blistered. The entity appears to be trying to move, but merely spasms on the ground.] 6748-1: "this… should …ours." [SCP-6748-1 uses an emaciated hand to fix their dislocated jaw, though much of its skin and muscle falls apart in the process, leaking more of the red substance.] 6748-1: "You stole our place." [Video corruption occurs] 6748-1: "We deserve this. After war… After collapse." A loud cracking noise is heard. 6748-1: "This. Must be new home." [Video returns] [The entity is using the shattered, protruding forearms bones of the body to drag itself along the floor towards the doorway leaving a dark murky trail. A silhouette can be seen to fall over the figure.] 6748-1: "No don't. Am sorry" 6748-1: "No… don't want go back there." [A black cane comes into shot, piercing the chest of the entity and pinning it to the floor.] 6748-2: "We cannot have scum like you ruining our plans, They will notice; besides, this body will not hold you much longer. Shoo." 6748-1: "No… please" 6748-1: "I want proper body. Live again." 6748-2: "You pathetic husks should have died in the first Collapse." [The entity slowly attempts to crawl further towards the doorway, despite much of its left side, rust riddled, muscle sloughing off.] [Video corruption occurs] A crunch accompanied by gurgling noises. Following a further cracking sound, no further audio is recorded. [END LOG 1] ◉ Incident 6748-1-B Log ◉ ◎ Incident 6748-1-B Log ◎ AUDIOVISUAL LOG DATE: 20/08/1996 NOTE: Audio for this recording is heavily corrupted. [BEGIN LOG 2] [3 entities wearing uniforms resembling that of the lost personnel enter the camera's view; said entities have undergone significant augmentation. Most of their exposed flesh seems to have either been removed or replaced by rusty metal plating. Furthermore, the personnel are unable to be individually identified due to much of their face being caved in.] [Audio recording starts] Voices can be heard off-camera. 6748-3: "The first batch seems to be working pretty well, barring a few small issues. Far more effective than the previous solution." 6748-2: "What of the second group?" 6748-3: "I shall bring them to you." Scuttling [3 more entities enter the camera's view, the entities are similar to the first 3, though they bear a few distinct differences. Mounted to their back, and seemingly fused to their exposed muscle, are large, rusted, iron cages. Furthermore, their hands are replaced with heavy-duty industrial tools.] 6748-3: "Aren't they just beautiful?" 6748-2: "As long as they can do what we need them to do, that is satisfactory." 6748-3: "I have a few more modifications to make, will have to do something about their heads as it seems their tissue and bone structure can't take the strain currently." 6748-2: "Inform Mr Randolf that the testing is a partial success, we'll ship over the workers as soon as we find more subjects, unless he is proactive and finds some himself. Oh, and send him the updated plans when you are done." 6748-3: "Will do." 6748-2: "Perfect, please dispose of your other… personal things, when you leave." 6748-3: "My apologies." Scuttling. [END LOG 2] ◉ Incident 6748-1-C Log ◉ ◎ Incident 6748-1-C Log ◎ AUDIOVISUAL LOG DATE: 21/08/1996 NOTE: Whilst the tape is in relatively good condition, much of the video recording appears to have been lost. This is likely due to physical degradation of the camera lens. [BEGIN LOG 3] [The camera is facing down a long hallway with no perceivable end.] Sharp punctuated steps can be heard, accompanied by a scratching sound similar to knives on metal. A pair of shiny black shoes appear in frame, though the rest of the figure is in shadow. [Video footage is lost] 6748-2: "Please send my gratitude to Moloch in the higher plane for his support in dealing with the rats that have popped up recently. We will make sure to send over appropriate compensation soon. Oh, and gather as much information on them as possible. I want to know who, or what, they are." Chittering and scraping 6748-2: "Indeed. As far as we know, the One that Ticks still appears to be occupied with the Demiurge. There should be no worries there." Chittering 6748-2: "Ah, we shall leave the cleanup over there to you as well then, be sure to follow us when you are done." Chittering is heard, and the scratching sound from one of the entities becomes fainter. Following a soft thump, a second set of footsteps joins the first, accompanied by a thunk every other step. 6748-2: "So, how are the preparations going on your end? Aside from the aforementioned interference." 6748-4: "Mr Randolf has been informed of our position and is ready to start the second stage as soon as he is notified." 6748-2: "Perfection, what is his current status with worker numbers?" 6748-4: "There were a few initial problems, but he reports that he should have some test subjects soon." 6748-2: "Good, good. Send a message to the Investor, we move in 12 cycles." [END LOG 3] Because of complications at the nearby site, the formation and arrival of STF Rho-7 took longer than expected. Fortunately, due to this, anomalous activities at the Suffolk Mill had decreased significantly, allowing for recording devices to stay active longer. The recording of the exploration log has been condensed and transcribed below. ◉ Incident 6748-1 STF Exploration Log ◉ ◎ Incident 6748-1 STF Exploration Log ◎ AUDIOVISUAL LOG DATE: 23/08/1996 NOTE: STF Rho-7 was comprised of three individuals from separate MTF teams, though all members had experience with spatial anomalies. [BEGIN LOG 3] R-7 Jones: Sam, use that chalk of yours to mark the way we came. It should help us somewhat against any spatial shifts. R-7 Stevens: Can do. What's the brief for the anomaly? R-7 Jones: Not much is known so far other than the Escher shit and anomalous rusting, the site techies seemed a bit preoccupied with the other issue. We'll just proceed as normal. [10 minutes of extraneous footage and dialogue removed] R-7 Flynn: All this seems pretty normal, but we have definitely explored much deeper into this building than feasible, given the external dimensions. Generally, there'd be more telltale signs of spatial warping. R-7 Stevens pushes open a door labelled "WC" but is greeted by a large room resembling an old office. A single table covered in sheets of paper is located in the middle of the room, and two tables are pushed up against the far wall. A single, barred air vent in the ceiling is mostly welded shut with a rusty metal plate. Both the bars and welded metal seem to have been added recently. All three Rho-7 Task Force members enter slowly. R-7 Jones: Nothing in the drawers of this middle table, other than a fine layer of dust. Though the paper here is weird. Just random phrases like "Production," "Value," and "Contract" are written over and over on all of them. R-7 Jones: Mutters under his breath. R-7 Jones: Or, I think that's what all of the pages say, the older writing is almost illegible. Looks weirdly like a kid learning to write. Odd choice of words though. R-7 Stevens: Me and Sophie have got stuff over here. There's a weird pickaxe missing one side laying here, some kinda report is below it, though the ink is illegible. Only things I can make out are the word "Failed", "Signed, The Coinmaster" and the date, "1889". R-7 Flynn: Similar situation here, got some kind of leather and brass harness, though the leather seems warped and smells kinda foul. The document says something about being a "Field Generator." R-7 Jones throws two nylon sacks towards the other two STF members. R-7 Jones: Chuck everything in these. Command will probably want to check it all over. Both items are put inside the bag with no issues. Meanwhile, R-7 Jones manages to slightly pry open the welded shut vent and manoeuvre his camera inside. The movement of machines and entities is heard. R-7 Jones: There seems to be something going on behind this vent. Mind giving me a hand to get it open more? As long as I can fit this camera in we should be golden, even if we can't see anything. R-7 Stevens and R-7 Flynn successfully pry open the vent slightly further, allowing Jones' camera to be slid through the bars. The camera shows a large, crowded factory floor. Many of the machines appear to be vague imitations of old devices such as power looms, mechanical presses and conveyors. All these machines are operated by entities similar to those seen in the previous recordings in the National Park. In addition, many of the entities have suffered significant rusting of their muscles and lay spasming on the floor, though are ignored by the other beings. On the far side of the room, a large entity is seen sorting the resulting products, sorting them either into a large chute, or a large mechanical lift presumed to carry them to another floor. After a few minutes, the camera is dragged back through the vent. R-7 Flynn: That should be long enough for it to have recorded something to excite the bookworms back on site, right? R-7 Jones: Yeah, we'll continue to search the rest of the building. Keep your guards up though. [35 minutes of extraneous footage and dialogue removed] Rho-7 members enter a room resembling a normal cafeteria room, however, the serving counter has been replaced by a large glass window. The window is overlooking a long room bordering a set of rails. On the platform beside the rails, numerous large boxes are stored, labelled with locations such as Tokyo, Massachusetts, and Liverpool. Many of these boxes appear to contain deconstructed machines. At the end of the rails is a large inactive device mounted to the wall, appearing to be some sort of Way. R-7 Stevens: Hey Sam, pass me a chair. R-7 Flynn passes R-7 Stevens a padded dining chair which he attempts to slam against the glass. No damage to the glass is apparent. A table is tried, though the result doesn't change. R-7 Stevens: Damn. Tom, you got anything? R-7 Jones: Unfortunately not, just take some photos and we'll move on. [22 minutes of extraneous footage and dialogue removed] R-7 Flynn: Hey, guys? R-7 Jones: What's up Sophie? R-7 Flynn: The GAD's4 picking up traces of something in the air vent ahead. Careful, it looks like it used to be living. R-7 Jones: Gotcha, I'll open it, you and Stevens be at the ready if it decides it wants to return to the land of the living. As R-7 Jones slowly pries out the vent, something slowly slithers out and onto the floor. R-7 Jones: What the shit! R-7 Stevens: Eugh. That lump of meat looks unfortunately rather torso shaped. R-7 Flynn: Yep, minus the uh… vital parts that would normally appear with said torso. Though at least the poor fucker still has arms. In addition to lacking any skin, the chest area is heavily decomposed, portions of it held together with large metal plates. As well as the decomposition, parts of the chest are coated in a thick brown layer of rust, most of it located near the heart. Whilst the arms are also heavily degraded and rusty, the majority of the damage on the limbs is located at the fingers, as the flesh seems worn down to the bone, matching scratch marks from the inside of the vent. The bottom of the torso is completely clean-cut, bisecting the large intestine, though no blood or other internal fluid is noted. DNA data fed into the GAD designates this as one of the missing Mill staff. R-7 Stevens: Odd. This vent goes nowhere, it just terminates a few meters back. R-7 Jones: Given the rest of what we've seen, I think the internal geometry probably shifted whilst this poor guy was in the vent. Cut him clean in half. R-7 Stevens: Jesus, what a way to go. R-7 Jones: Bag 'em up. They can be tested back on site… at least once the chaos there calms down a bit. [15 minutes of extraneous footage and dialogue removed, footage terminates at extraction.] [END LOG 4] Afterword: Whilst other rooms not conforming to the normal geometry of the Suffolk Mill was discovered, they were all variations and repeats of existing rooms. In addition, several of these rooms did not appear to the STF team whilst exiting the Mill, suggesting a gradual stabilization of the internal geometry during the expedition. Inspection of the photos taken in the perceived loading bay showed a multi-limbed, yet vaguely humanoid creature watching the window from the shadows. The creature appeared to have a large coiled hook grafted to its back, similar to the cages of the previous entities. The end of this hook is attached to a large flatbed cart. No further details can be found. Following these occurrences, further infrequent sensory-based anomalous activity has been noted within the Suffolk Mill. Currently, known phenomena are described below: Incoherent whispering and chittering coming from within the walls. Sounds of welding, scraping and hammering. Rapid onset of rust on any metal items in the vicinity of the Mill. As of 25/08/1997 no further disappearances or spatial anomalies from the Mill, or its surrounding area, have been recorded. Due to the low anomalous risk, in addition to a thorough investigation by STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party"), the park has re-opened at a reduced capacity to guests. Monitoring of the park is ongoing. Addendum 2: Incident 6748-2 As of 3:00am on 27/12/1999, two unidentified figures were spotted emerging from a janitorial closet within the Mill; after inspection of the recorded footage, the door leads to a metal gantry overlooking a large decrepit room. The room appears to be part of a disused large industrial complex, though its location cannot be discerned. The same live feed camera captured a snippet of their conversation, before failing due to rapid internal degradation: "The gate to this testing site shall now be closed as it is no longer needed. Prepare to move everything out to Metzger and inform him of the new schedule." Following this, an extreme spatial restructuring of the Suffolk Mill's interior occurred continuously for upwards of four hours, removing all known spatial anomalies. At the end of this period, the latter portion of a message from the on-site announcement system was heard. "Gentlemen, I do declare: The Factory is back in business!" All staff present were given Class-A amnestics. An investigation into the previously perceived defunct GoI-0010 and a nearby anomaly related to them are ongoing. All anomalous activity surrounding the Suffolk Mill has ceased and SCP-6748 is pending Classification Committee reclassification to Neutralized. Footnotes 1. The Lowell National Historical Park is a collection of defunct factories and museums in Lowell related to the old textile industry. 2. Élan Vital Energy is a form of radiation emitted by all living beings 3. STF teams are Special Task Forces formed from members of other MTF teams, and potentially researchers, to perform a certain rapid response task. Rho-7 is an STF tasked with the preliminary evaluation of an anomaly, allowing for quick, partial containment, and the informed delegation of an appropriate MTF unit. 4. General Analysis Device ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6748" by Dr Moned, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6748. Licensed under CC-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-6749

euclid

{$caption} Item#: 6749 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo View of SCP-6749 from Monterey Bay. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6749 is to be monitored by Site-86 Facility 17. Additionally, duties previously carried out by Facility 8 are to be merged into Facility 17. An investigation into the events surrounding SCP-6749's current state are ongoing, and no personnel nonessential to the investigation are permitted entry until further information can be discerned. SCP-6749-A instances are under the custody of the Memetics Division and are to remain in their locations within SCP-6749. Description: SCP-6749 is a complex located in Moss Landing, California, overlooking Monterey Bay, known to the public as the Moss Landing Power Plant. SCP-6749 is known internally as Site-86 Facility 8, and was under the jurisdiction of General Purpose Site-86 until April 2, 2022. The interior of SCP-6749 has been heavily modified from its previous state. While the layout of the facility has remained the same, every room has been converted to resemble an ornately decorated library. SCP-6749's shelves contain documentation and reports pertaining to a department within the Foundation known as the "Fishing Team". The purpose of this department is unclear, though documents suggest the team was responsible for the development and utilization of various fishing techniques for the purposes of containment, containment of piscine anomalies, and eradication of the Earth's oceans. No department of this name or purpose has been found to exist in the history of the Foundation. All information pertaining to the Fishing Team is immediately forgotten upon exiting SCP-6749, though written and audio documents remain intact. Each wing of SCP-6749 contains a large aquarium housing a single live fish of an unknown species. These fish have been designated SCP-6749-A. SCP-6749-A instances naturally emit a powerful signal of unclear purpose, though analysis has determined it to be memetic or antimemetic in nature. Research into this signal by the Memetics Division is ongoing. Prior to 02/04/2022, Site-86 Facility 8's purpose was monitoring the Monterey Bay area, a known hotspot for anomalous activity, as well as housing several aquatic anomalies in on-site containment. On 02/04/2022, communication with the facility was lost, prompting operatives from the nearby Site-86 Facility 17 to investigate. Upon arrival, SCP-6749 was found in its current state and all personnel and anomalies stationed at Facility 8 were declared missing. Addendum 6749.1: Select Documents Recovered From SCP-6749 The following documents are dated 02/04/2022, though due to the lack of information regarding the incident, it is unclear if the content within is relevant. They have been appended to this file to aid in the ongoing investigation into the incident. NOTICE FROM DIRECTOR STARBOARD1 OF THE FISHING TEAM I deeply apologize for the events of this morning. The mutiny of the Netfishers was unprecedented and unexpected. The Fishing Team did not handle the situation with enough prejudice and allowed a sympathizer to harm our facility. The situation has since been resolved. The Fishing Team Nobility is sincerely sorry. -STARBOARD, Director, Fishing Team Director STARBOARD, This is getting urgent. The remaining Netfishers are attempting a riot in the cafeteria. They've converted many good fishermen to the side of the sympathizers. We don't know how any of them survived but we need to deal with this. We cannot let the Fishing Team fall. Yours humbly, AFT EXCERPT FROM TRANSCRIPT OF SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE OF FACILITY 8 CAFETERIA [BEGIN LOG] The unfaithful are gathered in the center of the cafeteria. Their shouts fill the room. Traitor: Rise up for justice, Netfishers! They can't stop us all! The Fishing Team have gone on for too long! The Delusioned Masses: Aye! Traitor: They defile our seas! They sink our ships! They kill our men! In the name of what? Fishing? True fishers would never do what they've done! Down with the Fishing Team! The Delusioned Masses: Down with the Fishing Team! Traitor: Down with STARBOARD! The Delusioned Masses: Down with STARBOARD! Traitor: Long live fish! The Delusioned Masses: Long live fish! The masses repeat this line. None seem to be wavering in their sympathy. [END LOG] EXCERPT FROM TRANSCRIPT OF MEETING OF FACILITY 8 NOBILITY [BEGIN LOG] STARBOARD: Gentlemen, we have a problem. AFT: No shit, we have a problem. The Netfishers have converted the Linefishers and the Spearfishers. They're all turning on us one by one. These people are sympathizers. They want nothing but to see more fish and less humans in this world. Of course we have a fucking problem! STARBOARD: Calm down, AFT. AFT: No. I'm not going to calm down when our own men are against us. Why don't you stop focusing on calming me down and focus more on opening your own fucking eyes to the situation around you? STARBOARD: None of us here have never seen a mutiny before. This isn't different than any other uprising. AFT: Yes, it is. It's completely fucking different. Are you so up your own ass that you don't see what the sympathizers have done? They're onto us. They know things we haven't told them. They know what we did. How the fuck do they know what we did? STARBOARD: It's alright, we'll deal with this like every other information leak. Don't worry about it— AFT: Don't worry about what? The people who are destroying everything we've ever worked for? The sympathizers know too much. There's probably one of them in this room, for all I fucking know. There's nothing here to not worry about. This has gotten out of hand because of your underhandling of the situation. Why should I listen to anything you have to say? STARBOARD: We'll be fine. We can't just get angry at every resistance we face. We need to respond how we always have. We have protocols for this. AFT: You asshole, you're going to get us all killed. Even worse, you're going to get fish saved. Fuck you. You don't know what you're doing. [END LOG] Long live fish2 INTERNAL MEMO The Blastfishers have agreed to join our effort. That leaves the Trapfishers and Handfishers as the only factions left. The Nobility is already planning a move and we need to act fast, but we also need all the strength we can get. Go out there and convert as many fishers as you can. Victory is in the air, folks. Soon the seas will flow with fish once again. Soon the Fishing Team will be nothing but an anecdote. -BULKHEAD, Captain, Netfishing Division Director STARBOARD, I'm sorry for how I treated you. I don't know how long the Fishing Team has. I tried to fight to the last of my strength but the people are too much. There's too many of them. The fish have won. I'm sorry. AFT INTERNAL MEMO Today is a historic day. On this day, we showed the world what the people can do. We showed the Fishing Nobility that they're accountable for their actions. We proved that the masses can take down the top. But most importantly, we proved that fish are a force to be reckoned with. Good job everyone. Long live fish! -BULKHEAD A note to the SCP Foundation: Hi, you're probably confused. That's good. That's the point. You don't know what the Fishing Team is, and you're not supposed to. We took them down for a reason. When people die, their legacy never truly ends. The effects of their existence ripple throughout the rest of the world and can change things even centuries after their death. We will not give the Fishing Team the satisfaction of remembrance. We will not give them the satisfaction of making history. We will give them nothing. Let this place stand as a monument to our triumph over the Fishing Team, and as a sign that things can change. Let the fish who swim within its walls keep the world from knowing of the horrors of the Fishing Team. Don't go looking for us, either. We must purge this world of the Fishing Team, and if we remember them then we must purge the world of ourselves, too. May the Foundation live long, may the fish swim free, and may the Fishing Team die forgotten. -BULKHEAD ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6749" by Rhineriver, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6749. Licensed under CC-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: facility8.png Author: Rhineriver License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Footnotes 1. Many documents within SCP-6749 credit STARBOARD as the director of Facility 8. It is unclear if the moniker refers to Jillian Butcher, Facility 8's director at the time of the incident, or a separate unknown individual. 2. The purpose of this document is unclear.

SCP-6750

safe

PlaguePJP & J Dune: XVIII by PlaguePJP & J Dune SCP-6750 — Halloween Safety Tips, Presented by Sam Hain PlaguePJP's Authorpage J Dune's Authorpage ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6750 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo A still from SCP-6750. A still from SCP-6750. Special Containment Procedures: Joint containment between Area-179 and Site-43 has been established for the purposes of direct containment of SCP-6750 and locating SCP-6750-1. Recorded copies of all SCP-6750 instances are kept inside Site-43's Secure Media archive. Foundation.AIC WATERSHED continues to monitor all television networks in the United States for SCP-6750 broadcast. In the event of an SCP-6750 airing, mass memetic agents may be administered via television, with the intention of directing focus away from the broadcast’s contents. Description: SCP-6750 designates six advertisements and public service announcements that aired between 1989 and 1991 throughout the United States, specifically targeted at suburban and rural communities. These broadcasts were produced by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media and interrupted ordinary programming when they aired. The main subject matter of all SCP-6750 instances was the holiday of Halloween and the potential dangers facing children thereon, as well as general information regarding the holiday. While a common theme within SCP-6750 is Halloween, the majority of broadcasts are nonsensical in messaging and overall tone. Instances averaged around one minute in length. Details regarding SCP-6750's exact production and origin remain unknown. Viewing of SCP-6750 instances causes a feeling of intense fear in viewers. SCP-6750 broadcasts are presented by SCP-6750-1, a humanoid entity wearing clothing resembling contemporary depictions of scarecrows, including a sackcloth cloak, gloves, and a shirt adorned with a human ribcage. SCP-6750-1’s head is a large pumpkin, carved to resemble a grinning jack-o-lantern. SCP-6750-1 identifies itself as “Sam Hain” within its advertisements. Addendum 6750.1: Broadcast Transcripts Segment Subject: Introduction Ominous music is heard. The picture fades into a featureless room, save for a pedestal that displays a pumpkin carved in the style of a traditional jack-o’-lantern. The camera slowly zooms towards it. The shot holds. The pumpkin’s features suddenly glow yellow, and a scream is heard in the background. A title screen is overlaid, reading “ALL-O-WEEN ABOUT HALLOWEEN, BY SAM HAIN”. The text is stylized to appear as if it is dripping blood. The pumpkin moves upward, and is revealed to be the head of SCP-6750-1. It looks towards the camera and points at the pedestal. SCP-6750-1: Ah, shit! It’s on? Okay, okay! An indiscernible voice is heard from behind. The entity nods and quickly ducks behind the pedestal. It then leaps up from behind the pedestal, screaming with its arms outstretched. SCP-6750-1: Aargh! Good evening, ghouls and ghosts! I am your horrible host and certified boogie-man Sam Hain, and tonight we’re talking about HALLOWEEN, everyone! There’s a lot of information going around about the season these days. Stories of electric razors in candy apples, men with hooked car-doors for hands, and even reports of devil-worshipping cultists on the prowl to eat your pets! Well, it’s all true! Halloween’s a dangerous holiday, and if you don’t buy my tape, you’ll die and go to hell! Sounds of moaning and protracted ‘oh’s are heard. Entities resembling traditional ghosts fly across the screen. SCP-6750-1: Oooh! Isn’t that scary? It’s a scary time of the year! If you aren’t careful, there just might be one more ghost floating around this season! (Sounds of thunder) Look, there’s grandpa! The walls of the room fall, revealing a large cemetery at night. Dozens of ghost-entities are floating around the area, flying through the sky and waving their arms. SCP-6750-1 brandishes a match and lights itself on fire. SCP-6750-1: I know you’re curious, and this season, for only three witching-hour sacrifices of any animal, human, or vegetable in the name of Sam Hain, YOU can receive a VHS copy of “All-O-Ween About Halloween”, complete with GLOW-IN-THE-DARK SLIPCASE and a commemorative plate of my FACE! Remember, I know where you live, don’t make it where you die! Buy one today! The tape holds on a still frame of SCP-6750-1 laughing. SCP-6750-1: (Frantic) Allow eight to twelve full moons for shipping and handling. All sacrifices must be composed of one of each previously mentioned category. Children with the name ‘Chet’ and banana peppers are ineligible offers. Mr. Hain is a registered boogie-man in four states and is working on the others, please be patient with him. Please contact Mr. Hain with offers relating to soul-contracts, business partnerships, or indecent acts. He needs the money. Segment Subject: Lecturing on the history of Halloween. The howling of a wolf is heard. A still frame of a jack-o’-lantern is seen, overlaid with text reading “SCARY HISTORY OF HALLOWEEN”. SCP-6750-1 stands in front of numerous makeshift cardboard representations of 18th-century town houses, arranged like a replica of a village. The houses are poorly constructed and visibly held together by duct tape, with details drawn on their surfaces using markers and crayons. SCP-6750-1: Halloween was invented by Scottish cobbler Eugene H. O’ween in 1862 when he realized he could cheat on his wife more efficiently if he had an excuse to leave the house in a disguise. O’ween’s initial concept for the holiday had it occurring at the end of every week! Now that’s what I call scary, folks! Look, there’s Eugene now! A man wearing a prop beard and burlap sack walks into frame. He is visibly distressed. SCP-6750-1: Hi there, Eugene! It’s late at night and also Halloween, so that must mean you’re visiting your mistress! Did you know there are lots of spookies lurking about tonight? Man: Please. I’m begging you, I have a family. My name is— Tape cuts. A graphic of a smiling pumpkin is displayed. SCP-6750-1 stands in front of a crowd of pumpkin-headed villager entities who surround a wooden stake. The man portraying Eugene is now tied to the object. He screams as a villager brandishing a lit torch sets fire to the stake. The man burns. SCP-6750-1: Human sacrifice was a big part of Halloween in the 1800s! Look, a public burning, how scary! This is what we in the boo-uisness call a “skeleton summoning ritual”, and they’re still incredibly popular to this day! But if the thought of baring your bones in front of everyone seems a little too scary, you have nothing to worry about. Nowadays, this sort of thing happens behind closed doors, usually in the comfort of friends and family! You know what they say; if you can’t show your skelly to your sister, you shouldn’t show it at all! The fire extinguishes. The villagers swarm the stake and remove the man’s charred corpse. The crowd picks and tears at the cadaver. They hand the pieces to children, who consuming the flesh in a frenzied manner. SCP-6750-1: Look, they invented Trick or Treating! Hey, did you know what monster is the best dancer? (Pause) A boogie-man! (Laughs) Tape cuts to SCP-6750-1 sitting on the floor of a black room whose walls are decorated with numerous pictures of Jason Grieves, a missing United States citizen who disappeared in a national park in 1972. His resemblance to the man seen in the previous scene is noted. SCP-6750-1 appears to be conversing on a telephone. SCP-6750-1: Yes, Mrs. Grieves, I have no clue where he is. I know, it’s such a tragedy. SCP-6750-1 hangs up the phone and laughs for an extended period of time. SCP-6750-1: Wow! Who knew Halloween had such a rich history behind it? I hope you leave with your mind and your treat bag feeling a teensy bit heavier! I know my pumpkin’s just sopping wet and overfilling with interesting factoids about the greatest holiday there is! I’m dying to share them with everyone I know, regardless of whether or not they want to hear it! Don’t let the witch get you on the way out! The sand-witch, that is! (The entity brandishes a sandwich from its shirt and throws it at the camera) Happy Halloween everyone! Buy my tape! SCP-6750-1’s head suddenly combusts, revealing a mass of insects. They quickly swarm and cover the camera. Segment Subject: Decorating a house for Halloween festivities. The sound of a door creaking followed by maniacal laughter is heard. A still frame of a jack-o’-lantern is seen overlaid with text reading "SCARY DECORATING." It cuts to SCP-6750-1 sitting in the living room of an ordinary suburban household. SCP-6750-1: Would you know it’s Halloween just by looking at this house? Of course, you wouldn’t! That’s why decorating is one of the important things to do! From October 1st to October 365th, your house should be an unending tribute to all things macabre and unnerving, and parents, I’m not talking about your kids’ report card. (Silence.) SCP-6750-1: Let’s hit up Spooky’s Emporium to buy some Halloween decorations! Tape cuts to SCP-6750-1 standing outside of the New York Stock Exchange. The streets are noticeably empty. A massive cloth sign depicting a stylized skeleton beckoning the viewer closer, with text reading “SPOOKY’S EMPORIUM - OPEN NOW” is unfurled over top the large American flag that typically flies outside of the building. SCP-6750-1: Seems like there’s more and more of these things popping up every year! A cut brings SCP-6750-1 inside the stock exchange, which has been converted into a retail outlet specializing in Halloween decorations. Pumpkinheaded entities run across the floor, shouting and waving, all attempting to grab various decorations off the shelves. SCP-6750-1: It’s a madhouse here, and not the fun kind! Look at this garbage! Blow-up lawn ornaments, motorized zombies, fake tombstones! No one wants these. They’re cheap for a reason, and folks, you might not believe it, but your neighbors can see right through them! They’re clearly decorations, and where’s the fun in that? If you really want to get into the spirit, ask the clerk if you can see the “backroom”. They’ll know what you mean. SCP-6750-1 whispers into the ear of a pumpkin-entity. It nods and the floor beneath gives away, revealing a gaping black and orange spiral pattern beneath. SCP-6750-1 falls into the pattern, and the setting suddenly changes to that of a darkened warehouse, filled with boxes. Some rattle and move on their own. Others are padlocked, or composed of a type of metal material. SCP-6750-1: Here’s a Sammy secret. Halloween decorations are alive, and always have been! The only difference between the plastic spider and a real one is how refined the decoration is during the production stage. You don’t want to buy that cheap, boring stuff out front. Opt for the UNTAMED product, the secret supply. Money’s no object, folks. If you make it back here, your fancy little fiat currencies are worth as much as a tootsie-roll on Halloween night. There are… other ways to pay. (Sound of thunder) SCP-6750-1 turns and faces a pumpkin-clerk. SCP-6750-1: I’ll take everything you have! SCP-6750-1 breaks open the ribcage on its shirt, causing a viscous, clumped, grey mass to seep from its torso area and pile onto the floor. Small eyes, hands, and feet are seen inside the substance, writhing. SCP-6750-1: One year’s worth, saved up just for you! The clerk places its finger inside the mass, removes a chunk, and sticks it inside its head. It nods and gives a ‘thumbs up’ gesture. Another cut brings SCP-6750-1 back to the suburban house, which is now decorated with an excess of Halloween decorations. Green and purple strobe lights flash, thick fog fills the room, and skeletons dangle from the fireplace. A “Frankenstein” monster entity walks in front of the camera, groaning with its arms outstretched. SCP-6750-1: See how much better this is? A massive swarm of various insects crawl across the floor. Some scatter and climb into SCP-6750-1’s clothing. The entity is unfazed. SCP-6750-1: Make room, fiends! There’s a lot left after what I just got rid of! Tape cuts to the front yard, where SCP-6750-1 throws a human corpse on top of a pile of human corpses, which appears to be composed of the members of several ordinary suburban families. The rest of the house’s exterior is not decorated. SCP-6750-1: Whew! You might be thinking “Sam, is this really necessary?”, to which I’ll answer “Yes!”. It is absolutely imperative that your house is the most frighteningly festive on the block. It’s a contest, and you should never let anyone tell you otherwise. Dump everything you own into getting the best possible Halloween decorations. Quantity is quality! Don’t believe me? SCP-6750-1 is now standing further away from the house. It overlooks the street, with a row of ordinary, undecorated homes in front of him. SCP-6750-1: Everyone knows the most important reason you decorate your house for Halloween is so that when the Bureaucrat shows up to judge your neighborhood, they have no choice but to spare your family! The sky above immediately darkens and a large, white square opens up in its center. A resounding high note, as if sung by a choir, is heard, resonating and repeating. The camera shakes. SCP-6750-1: There they are! The Bureaucrat's shifting into town! A white flash covers the screen. The tape is completely black for seven minutes. When the picture returns, the homes on the street are revealed to have been destroyed completely. The only standing house is the one it had decorated earlier. SCP-6750-1 jumps and claps. SCP-6750-1: Wow-wee, look at that! Another season won by Sam Hain, who would’ve thought? It’s almost like this guy knows what he’s talking about, and you should buy his tape, so he can finally get recognized by all the other Boogiemen for his hard work and won’t have to live in your walls for another decade! (Gestures to houses) As for the rest of these chumps? I’d say better luck next time, but they’re DEAD! (Laughs) Segment Subject: Obtaining and carving a pumpkin. A synth-heavy musical jingle is heard. A still frame of an ordinary pumpkin patch is seen, with overlaid text reading “SCARY PUMPKIN CARVING”. SCP-6750-1 stands in front of a corn field at night. Its speech is significantly quieter and more frantic in this segment than previous broadcasts. SCP-6750-1: Greetings, freakish folks! Sam Hain here at, uh… Sam Hain’s pumpkin patch. That’s right, I’m at the family farm… that we own! No need for written permission to film at all, because it’s our farm and we own it, so don’t ask. Uh, just a reminder, production costs are expensive these days, especially after those last three broadcasts, so buy my tape or else I’ll buy it for you! Let’s go carve pumpkins! A cut places SCP-6750-1 in front of a pumpkin patch. In place of pumpkins, there are human heads of varying size, coloration, and shape, each segmented at the upper-neck and completely devoid of facial features or hair. SCP-6750-1 looks around the area before speaking. SCP-6750-1: Whispering while picking out your pumpkin is important. You wouldn’t want to wake up the whole patch, would you? SCP-6750-1 slowly bends down and grips the vine connected to a pale, slightly larger head. The head thrashes and rolls. SCP-6750-1: Shh! Stop it! Shut up! Stop moving, stop! Visible light is seen in the background. A loud, male voice shouts from across the field. Voice: WHO THE FUCK’S OUT THERE, HUH? I SAID YOU CAN’T FILM HERE FOR FREE. I SWEAR TO JACK THE SMITH, IF THAT’S SAM HAIN, I’M GOING TO DISMEMBER YOU. SCP-6750-1 jumps, and quickly detaches the head from the vine. It begins seizing and vibrating even more as a result. Several other heads slowly move in a similar fashion in the seconds that follow. SCP-6750-1 gestures and runs away from the field, carrying the head. SCP-6750-1: Go, go! I can’t die tonight! A gunshot is heard in the distance as SCP-6750-1 and the camera move away from the field. The tape cuts for two minutes. SCP-6750-1 is now standing inside an ordinary house, specifically its kitchen. It places the head on a counter. SCP-6750-1: Carving time! First off, some safety tips. Gloves are important so you don’t get pumpkin-residue on your hands. It eats away the flesh. Next, make sure your knife is sharp enough to actually cut the pumpkin. You want it to feel as much pain as possible without killing it. Your pumpkin should feel like an absolute dirtbag. The kind that hears someone's joke and repeats it louder. The kind that notices the bins are full but doesn't take them out. The kind who pissed himself in ghoul-school. The kind who failed out of boo-casting and can’t budget himself properly because he’s a fucking idiot. Pause. SCP-6750-1 brandishes a large knife and begins carving a typical jack-o’-lantern face onto the head, starting with the eyes. The exposed interior of the head beneath the flesh reveals tissue, muscle, and two ocular orbits. The eyes dart frantically, and the head bleeds with every laceration. SCP-6750-1: (Muttering.) Spent everything I had on a fucking living Frankenstein. Idiot! Idiot! SCP-6750-1 moves onto the lower area of the head, carving a mouth. Upon the first laceration in this area, the head laughs. This laughter increases in volume and intensity as SCP-6750-1 carves a smiling expression across the mouth. SCP-6750-1 eventually throws the knife across the room in anger. SCP-6750-1: WHAT’S so funny? You’re supposed to scream! Scream in terror! Head: It’s just… you’re so boring, Sam. You’re nothing. I mean, this whole segment. It’s predictable. Exactly what you’d expect. You’re a pumpkin that carves humans, whoop-dee-fuckin’-doo. Scariest thing about you is how fucked you’re going to be when your tape flops and they take away your Boogieman license! SCP-6750-1: Oh, I’m PREDICTABLE, am I? Head: Yeah, yeah! Millions in debt and counting! SCP-6750-1 grabs the head and throws it to the ground, smashing it upon impact. Parts of the head scream. SCP-6750-1 stamps the pieces underneath its boot. SCP-6750-1: I’m not scary? I’m not scary? I’ll show you SCARY! You’ll all see scary! SCP-6750-1 faces the camera. SCP-6750-1: (Pause) When you purchase Sam Hain’s “All-O-Ween About Halloween” VHS tape! Segments such as this and more! See them all, and feel your skin CRAWL! A new low price of one witching-hour sacrifice in his name! Buy, buy, buy, now, now, now! Segment Subject: Ensuring children's safety when Trick or Treating and consuming candy. Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor is heard. A still frame of a jack-o’-lantern is seen overlaid with text reading "SCARY TRICK OR TREATING TIPS." A scream is heard and the frame cuts to an empty suburban street. SCP-6750-1 is seen in the distance exiting a house. It holds a purple, pumpkin-shaped candy pail. Another cut. SCP-6750-1 is standing near the side of a house, riffling through its pail. SCP-6750-1: How’s it hanging, ghoulies? Sam Hain here! Lots of houses in this neighborhood, lots of candy to take, uh, during trick or treating. That’s what I just got back from, myself. What a tradition, trick or treating! Of course, there’s things everyone knows about keeping safe while trick or treating, like “only visit houses that stare at you” or “don’t talk to the woman in the sidewalk cracks”, but have you ever heard about the dangers of eating unwrapped candy? SCP-6750-1 retrieves a piece of candy from its pail. It pushes it through its mouth cavity and proceeds to chew the chocolate. The wrapper was not removed. SCP-6750-1: Mmm, mmm, MMMM! I sure do love me some candy! Who doesn’t? But we have to remember, there are a lot of bad, evil people out there who want to kill you, and I don’t just mean me! Parents, your precious babies are at risk here! We don't want anything bad to happen to them! That would be… candy-strophic! (A scream is heard.) Let's take a look at what I got in this lovely town. SCP-6750-1 removes a wrapped candy bar from the pail. SCP-6750-1: This is an ordinary candy bar, at least at first glance. It opens the wrapper. A large antenna extends from the top of the candy. SCP-6750-1: Uh-huh! Just as I suspected, a communications device with some weirdo on the other end, who’d like nothing more than to hear the sweet, sweet sounds of your child’s digestive system. Sickening, isn’t it? SCP-6750-1 reaches into its pail again, retrieving an AR-15 assault rifle with a single blue M&M taped to it. It is unknown how the item was placed into and pulled from the pail SCP-6750-1: Now would you look at this! Someone hid a firearm in my M&Ms! SCP-6750-1 examines the gun. SCP-6750-1: Gosh. It's loaded too. Could you imagine the torment someone could inflict with this? No one would even see it coming, especially on Halloween. It looks like a prop! I don't even want to imagine it. SCP-6750-1 removes a piece of licorice from the pail. It sticks it inside its "head", making mock-chewing noises. SCP-6750-1: Finally, something good! There's no way someone can hide something in- oh! It's… SCP-6750-1 removes a VHS tape from its mouth area. The tape features a depiction of itself on its cover. SCP-6750-1: Would you look at that? It's All-O-Ween About Halloween, by Sam Hain! I have a feeling LOTS of people will be putting these in their candy this year! Most people seem to think this sort of thing is a “myth”, so getting away with poisoning a few kids or hiding razor blades in candy apples is super easy! Cops can’t trace candy! I mean… don’t try it! It’s bad and wrong! (Pause) But you could definitely get away with it if you wanted! Segment Subject: Indiscernible. The sound of rattling, followed by a deep groaning is heard. A still frame of Area-179 Researcher Eric Trenton’s house is displayed1 with overlaid text reading “SCARY SURVIVAL TIPS”. SCP-6750-1 is laying in the bushes outside Dr. Trenton’s home. SCP-6750-1: (Whispers) We had an especially big segment planned out for this broadcast, but I’ve unfortunately run into some… monetary issues. Instead, I’m going to show you all how we boogiemen collect one of our many forms of currency: fear! In the spirit of education, I’m going to let you know exactly what you can do if a scary Halloween monster is targeting you or your family! Unfortunately, there isn’t much! SCP-6750-1 steps from outside the bushes. It traverses the lawn in only three steps, due to the length of its legs. It presses itself against the side of the house, next to a window. SCP-6750-1: Boogiemen are less likely to enter through the first story window. Why? Because that’s what you’d expect. SCP-6750-1’s legs stretch, gaining height until its torso is level with the house’s second story window. A similar event occurs to SCP-6750-1’s fingers, which contort, thin, and extend outwards. They maneuvere themselves into the crevices of the window screen, removing it. SCP-6750-1 pushes up the glass window and enters. The camera cuts to an overhead view of Dr. Trenton’s wife, Alecia, sleeping in her bed. Her husband is absent. SCP-6750-1 leans into frame. It crouches, due to the length of its legs, yet still reaches the ceiling. SCP-6750-1: What differentiates Boogiemen from ordinary monsters is atmosphere. An ordinary creature will kill in a way quickest and most advantageous for it. That’s boring, and no one wants that. They tend to appreciate the scare. The adrenaline, the fear. It just tastes better. SCP-6750-1’s arm stretches outward and extends over and around Alecia. It taps her on the forehead. She jumps awake, batting the arm out of the way as she slowly regains consciousness. SCP-6750-1: If you aren’t scared, then the monster can’t do anything. Alecia turns around, and notices SCP-6750-1. She becomes frantic, and leaps from the bed, screaming. SCP-6750-1: Someone wasn’t paying attention in class today! Alecia runs out of the room. SCP-6750-1 gives chase. It contorts its body, using the walls to brace its lengthy limbs as it maneuvers its newly extended body. Trenton’s child, Elise, emerges from her room, and immediately runs back in, slamming the door shut. SCP-6750-1 takes notice of this and moves towards the door. SCP-6750-1: If you have children, use them as a diversion! 9 boogiemen out of 10 will go for a child over a plain-jane adult. After all, kids are a lot easier to traumatize! The tape cuts to Elise’s room. The girl is hiding underneath the covers on her bed. A still shot of the door is held for several seconds. SCP-6750-1 is heard laughing, but the sound slowly trails out. SCP-6750-1: (Voice Over) There’s one thing you have to consider when dealing with Boogiemen. For them, the impossible can become possible, so long as it’s frightening. I never wanted to resort to this. SCP-6750-1’s hand is seen extending underneath the door. It trails up to the door-knob, and turns it. The door slowly opens. Elise looks out, watching from underneath a blanket. The door fully opens, revealing an empty hallway. SCP-6750-1’s laughter is heard from underneath Elise’s bed. The entity slowly rises from below, until its face is level with the girl’s. Flies, grubs, and worms are seen crawling out of the entity’s head. Elise stares at the creature, breathing heavily as tears well in her eyes. SCP-6750-1: Buy my tape. Elise jumps and runs out of the bedroom. SCP-6750-1 laughs and turns its face to the camera. SCP-6750-1: Looks like no one wants to throw old Sammy a bone here! SCP-6750-1: Well, I’ve tried everything. Clearly, these folks don’t want to buy my tape. But I might be able to think of someone who does. SCP-6750-1 removes the pumpkin from its shoulders, revealing the head of Dr. Eric Trenton underneath.2 SCP-6750-1: YOU! Boo! SCP-6750-1’s head explodes, smearing the camera and surrounding area with blood and viscera. Further investigation into SCP-6750 has yielded inconclusive results. Footnotes 1. Dr. Trenton had been transcribing the tape. Testing with other viewers has revealed that their primary residence will appear in place of Trenton’s. This is applicable to other anomalous phenomena described in this log, where the contents of the tape will be adjusted to the viewer. How SCP-6750 obtains intimate information regarding its viewers is unknown. 2. The underlying visage changes to match that of the viewer, much like the effect relating to the context of the scene. Playback with multiple viewers has revealed multiple heads stacked on top of one another. 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SCP-6751

esoteric-class

As SCP-6751 does not exist, containment is unnecessary. The House That Wasn't There SCP-6751 Byㅤ MontagueETC Published on 15 Jun 2022 00:28 SCP-6751 The House That Wasn't There » MontagueETC's Author Page « Published on 15 Jun 2022 00:28 by MontagueETC 5 The House That Wasn't There Item#: SCP-6751 Level3 Containment Class: kušum Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo SCP-6751 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6751 does not exist, containment is unnecessary..Kušum: Item's containment has been abandoned indefinitely. Description: SCP-6751 is a two-story house in Victoria, Canada that does not exist. Though it can be both perceived and physically interacted with, thorough testing.Including but not limited to: sonar, infrared, thermal, electromagnetic, thaumaturgic, and hume scanning. has determined that it is not within actuality. Public records report that SCP-6751 was built in 2007 by "Lacuna Construction and Repair", of which no other information has yet been uncovered. SCP-6751 is currently inhabited by SCP-6751-A, a 38-year-old man named John Dome. Dome was interviewed in 2012 by Agent N. Nescio, who was disguised as a journalist that was writing profile pieces on average Victorian citizens. Most of the interview's footage and all relevant metadata is inaccessible due to severe data corruption, thanks to a flaw in the construction of Nescio's concealed body camera. The following log is of what little video and audio has been restored. SCP-6751-A Interview Log SCP-6751-A [SCP-6751-A and Nescio are sitting across from one another at a small table in SCP-6751's kitchen. A stylized painting of the night sky covers the ceiling. Though the room's windows don't appear to be tinted, the natural light has a slightly greenish hue. It appears to be midday.] SCP-6751-A: —iving here for about… 7 years? I inherited it from my father when he passed. Nescio: I'm sorry. SCP-6751-A: [Laughing.] Don't be. He was a real sack of shit. Kicked me out of the house when I was 16 because he [Finger quotes.] "didn't agree with my lifestyle choices." SCP-6751-A: I only got the house because he never got around to writing a will and nobody really knew what he would've wanted. Most of his things got dumped on me by def— [No video.] Nescio: —id you paint these? SCP-6751-A: Yeah. I've always been a bit of an astronomy nut. I was one of those kids who was convinced he'd grow up to be an astronaut, y'know? Bought my own telescope and everything. SCP-6751-A: 'Course, light pollution here is only getting worse by the year. So I figured I'd make my own stars. Nescio: It's beautiful. SCP-6751-A: Thanks— but it doesn't even scratch the surface. Take a look at this. [Creaking wood.] Nescio: [Awed.] Good lord. [No audio.] [SCP-6751's kitchen, shortly before or after the events of the first recovered video. SCP-6751-A is standing and the light does not have a greenish hue.] [As Nescio is sitting, SCP-6751-A's head is out of frame. It appears to be speaking animatedly, gesturing frequently. SCP-6751-A continues this behavior for 2.7 minutes.] [SCP-6751-A and Nescio stand in SCP-6751's living room. Its ceiling is also covered by a painting of the night sky.] SCP-6751-A: —stellations, y'know? People taking all this empty sky and these little pinpricks of light and making meaning out of it. It always gets me. Nescio: Have you ever painted them? SCP-6751-A: That's the beauty of it— I don't need to. They're already there. See? [SCP-6751-A takes several steps forward, pointing at the ceiling. Audio of his footsteps is delayed by 4.5 seconds. As Nescio appears to startle slightly when the footsteps become audible, it is possible that this delay is unrelated to the footage's corruption.] [SCP-6751-A and Nescio stand in the second-floor hallway. The ceiling is not in frame. There is an open door to SCP-6751-A's left, through which a darkened bedroom is partially visible, and a closed door behind it, at the end of the hall. The natural light levels suggest that this takes place at least an hour after the first video's events.] [For the duration of the video, nothing happens in the bedroom. SCP-6751-A and Nescio do not appear to notice it.] Nescio: —there? SCP-6751-A: [Gesturing towards the closed door without turning around.] Stairs to the attic. Nescio: [Pause.] You have an attic? SCP-6751-A: Yeah. Though… I haven't been there since I was a kid. Nescio: Is it unsafe? SCP-6751-A: Nothing like that. [SCP-6751-A pauses, shifting in place.] My father told me he'd burn whatever I left behind when he kicked me out. If that had been a lie— if he had kept any of my things in storage… [Inactivity in the bedroom sharply increases.] SCP-6751-A: Well. It wouldn't mean much. But it would mean something. SCP-6751-A: I'd rather keep that question unanswered. I've already made peace with the version of him I kn— [Still frame, continuing for 29 seconds with no audio.] Still frame. [It is night and SCP-6751's living room is dark. SCP-6751-A is standing, faced away from the camera and toward the room's windows.] [The full moon is visible in the sky but no stars are in view.] [No audio.] Context unavailable. [It appears to be early morning, potentially the day after the interview. Nescio is outside of SCP-6751 and the front door is ajar. Nescio enters SCP-6751 and passes through each room slowly. All furniture has been removed and the ceilings have been covered over with matte black paint. Every room has nothing in it.] [After surveying every other room, Nescio approaches the door to the attic and opens it.] [No video.] [Door closes.] [Footsteps on creaking wood. Breathing becomes increasingly audible, as the source of the footsteps (presumably SCP-6751-A) appears to become out of breath.] SCP-6751-A: I was terrified of the dark when I was a kid, did you know that? Slept with a nightlight 'till I was halfway through college. [No other voice is audible.] SCP-6751-A: Yeah, I know I don't look the type. But it's true. Something about the dark always makes my imagination go wild. I can't stop thinking about what could be in those lightless places, even when I know there's nothing there. [Nobody speaks.] SCP-6751-A: But that's the thing about it, right? Nothing. [Nobody speaks.] SCP-6751-A: We press our palms into our eyes and we see flashes of color. Shapes. Sounds. We can't imagine nothingness without imposing meaning onto it. Can't imagine the huge distances between stars without constellations. It's just not possible. [Nobody speaks.] [Nobody speaks.] [Nobody speaks.] SCP-6751-A: You're probably right. [Nobody speaks.] [Door opens.] [The sky is full of stars.] They are beautiful. It is not known how the Foundation first became aware of SCP-6751 and its anomalous nature. There is no record of any individual named N. Nescio being in the Foundation's employ. More From This Author More From This Author MontagueETC's Works SCPs SCP-8408 • SCP-⌘ • SCP-6607 • SCP-6462 • SCP-1908 • SCP-8200 • SCP-6454 • SCP-7354 • SCP-744 • SCP-7009 • SCP-8066 • SCP-7408 • SCP-7701 • SCP-7376 • Tales/GoI Formats Omnigenesis and the Law of Blades • A Betamax Suicide Note • Six Codas • Who Made You? • DR. KONDRAKI CUT UP WHILE THINKING • Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven? • Other Art Exchange 2023 | SCP-6759 • etcetera, etcetera • MontagueETC's SCiPTEMBER 2022 Art • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6751" by MontagueETC, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6751. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6752

safe

The cover of SCP-6752 Item #: SCP-6752 Special Containment Procedures: All 4,738 apprehended copies of SCP-6752 are to be kept in the mass storage wing at Site-59. Work is ongoing to find copies that remain in circulation. Requests for study of the non-classified portions of SCP-6752 may be submitted to Site Director Naismith. As of 4/18/22, a moratorium has been placed on viewing any copy of SCP-6752. Any staff member who has been exposed to SCP-6752 is heretofore ordered to report to Site-59's third basement level for involuntary screening & risk analysis. Description: SCP-6752 is a 700-page self-book book printed by the self-publishing company Lulu. The title is A Winner is YOU!, and the author is listed as P. Hudson Gock. Though written in the broken dialect of English typical of TotleighSoft, the non-anomalous portions of SCP-6752 are meant to be a guide for readers toward a nebulous and ill-defined ideal of personal success. Much of Chapter Seven, "humbal begginings", has provided additional insight into some aspects of SCP-2803-A's origins, including its "occupation" prior to starting TotleighSoft. Forty of the pages, designated 'unflawsing acktiffities,' consist of bifold illustrations that are made up primarily of dangerous cognitohazards. These twenty images are presented as exercises working toward self-actualization. The effects produced by viewing these exercises are universal among human subjects. The author includes explicit warnings against viewing the exercises out of numerical order. Non-anomalous excerpts from SCP-6752: From Chapter 1 From Chapter 3 From Chapter 5 Aftre eaons of myy obversation of teh humans condititn, it is beeen determin that the keye to caratcer develvopment is EGO DETH. Jost look at the 'heerose jurney' by Joeseph Cambp Camblep Catoblepas Mr. Soup. The prossis is as follwos: 1. Caracter A has a fattel flaw 2. Caracter B gifts many badness an hurt for Caracter A 3. After sufishent hurt, Caracter A no longre is having flaw and becums beter persn than was It sownds eazy, but is tro! In order for YOO, humen, to become beter humen, yoo must being punitched seveerly for yoor meeger existens until yoo is MAGNIFISENT. Yoo cans urround dis sentimint with all srots ov acadamaic jibbor jabbor, bot wen deconstrackted to its sores, dis is am being te ESSENTS of SELF BETARMENT! For saek of eeziness, we is caling dis prosess: TEH UNFLAWSING! Jost look up ons the teer-jarking glaoury that is being glorias TotleighSoft hom vidio series DOGM OVIE. Everi time we vizit da Frompt Resdidants, maincaracter Ryan Frompt must partack in the CYCEL of LOSS and DED DOG. And thro eatch spel of greef, he emertches az GREAT AND POWARFLE. For az maincaracter Ryan Frompt be is sayng his self: "i am becum grater guai dan wuz." Bot, we is all bizy peeple. SOOOOOO, wit thes in maind… how kan we streemlien TEH UNFLAWSING? Dies are bot just a fyew of EXANPLES of TEH UNFLAWSING in ackshin!! moovi caracter fattal flwa ego deth resolt A CHRISMAS CARL Ebanser Skrog Have greeds Yeled at by goasts No longr having of greeds GROUNDHAG DAY Bilmury He suks Traped in tiem loop jail untel improofment is maed No longer suk NITE OFTHE LIFTING DED Ben Not ded Attaked by zombees Ded THA DARK NKIGHT Batmen Not puntching Joaker enouhg Waylade by mani mani Joaker criems Joaker is thuroly puntched THE PRINTSES BRYED Lil boy (I forgets his naem) Not liking of fary tals Grnadfather says wurds at him untel litel boys will iz brokin Lil boy ekslusively lieks fary tals an no things else forefter CINERDELLA Canderilda Not in pritty drass Assalted by farey godmather with magic attaks In pritty drass Yoo may beggign to notisc a pattran heer. Mayhapp! The Americkn Holly Wud indutstry is admattdly quarstionable in te formula ick producshn of moofies. Remoof the creyativity aspec, and everry flim with tree-ack storry stracture is redoosible to "sticc a humen in a kage and elektrocyute himm until hee is GLORIYUS". Dis may seem liek a shaemliss munney-grab. Adn inn al fareness, shaemliss muney-grabs is very goot bizniz pracktis. But wottevr your fellings on dis lak of culchural enrishmant, there ids manny a lessin to be lerned from Hullywad — all of wich is da saem lessin: HURT YOUR THE SELF UNTIL YOU IS MAGNIFICANT! That is being TEH UNFLAWSING!!! But TEH UNFLAWSING!!! cannat bee jus any ol the hurtsing. In ordar to trolly grow as a humen, you most be hurted in waze tat will viyolate eachin every aspec of yoo. Wif dis in mind, lets begging wif Excersites One… Effects of Exercises: Exercise Test Subject Effect SCP-6752-2 D-59522 Subject fell on the floor and began convulsing. The onsite medical team was unable to resuscitate D-59522. Autopsy determined that the cause of death was the materialization of a foreign object in the center of the brain. Said object was an index card with the word "WRONG" written in permanent marker. (Note: SCP-6752-2 was the first exercise viewed by this subject; all subsequent tests have been conducted in order.) SCP-6752-1 D-85102 Subject suddenly and painfully voided their bowels. SCP-6752-2 D-85102 Identical to the effects of SCP-6752-1, but greater in intensity. SCP-6752-3 D-85102 Subject sneezed, which emitted identical excretions to the previous exercises. SCP-6752-4 D-85102 Subject experienced the effects of 6752-2 and 6752-3 simultaneously. SCP-6752-5 D-85102 Subject broke down in fits of uncontrollable sobbing.1 SCP-6752-5 D-48779 Subject cried out in extreme pain. After approximately five minutes, subject regurgitated a live guinea pig. The guinea pig calmly looked at the subject, vocalized, and promptly went into cardiac arrest. The vocalization was phonetically similar to the phrase "That was a tricky one. Nice job!" SCP-6752-6 D-48779 Subject lost consciousness for ten minutes, waking up in a state of agitation. SCP-6752-6 D-98222 D-98222 was implanted with SCP-2922 before undergoing this test and was briefed on its capabilities. Five minutes after unconsciousness, D-98222's respective SCP-2922-A instance received the following call: <Begin log> Researcher McGregor: D-98222, come in. D-98222: Yeah, hi, quick question — what the hell? McGregor: What do you see? D-98222: I'm back in my old bedroom from I was a kid. I'm tied to a chair. There's a guy in a bear suit. He's beating me within an inch of my life with a pair of riding crops and telling me I'm never going to be an astronaut with this attitude. McGregor: You seem…calm about this. D-98222: I'm banking pretty heavily on this being a bad dream. McGregor: To be fair, you are unconscious. D-98222: Score! …hey, what are you— Unidentified Voice: Excuses you? This is a pry vat off-air betweens me and Mr. ██████. The fact that you weld spy yarn us is unthankable. …or perhap this was your ideal, Mr. ██████? …No. You hat your chants. We are darn here, guts her.2 D-98222: Works for me! (D-98222 dies from cerebral hemorrhage. An index card reading "NISE TRI" is later extracted from his skull. No further SCP-2922 contact has been made with D-98222.) <End Log> Exercise Test Subject Effect SCP-6752-7 D-48779 Identical to SCP-6752-6, but the period of unconsciousness lasted for twenty minutes. SCP-6752-8 D-48779 Subject was unconscious for thirty minutes. During this period, subject was visibly in physical pain. Upon awakening, subject expelled over 2,000 mosquitoes from their mouth. SCP-6752-9 D-48779 (Note: Upon beginning, this is the first test in which the subject expressed excitement rather than fear or disgust.) Subject proceeded to uncontrollably and painfully urinate for ten hours. Portions of the urine contained coarse grains of selenite, obsidian, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Subject lost no bodily weight in the process. SCP-6752-10 D-48779 [REDACTED] (See addendum) Note: No further testing with SCP-6752 is allowed. + 4/6752 Clearance Required - encryption key accepted On 4/17/2022, D-48779 conducted a test with SCP-6752-10. Upon exposure, the subject went into cardiac arrest. They were pronounced dead by onsite medical staff. D-48779's body was given to Site-59's disposal wing for incineration. Approximately thirteen hours later, Site-59's primary incinerator experienced a catastrophic malfunction. Once power was cut to the incinerator, Site-59 maintenance staff determined that the cause of the malfunction was the burners being made to run for over ten hours without making progress on the loaded waste.3 During repairs, D-48779, who was alive, emerged from the rubble. Despite a lack of clothes and hair, no harm had been done to D-48779's body. Interview Log - 4/18/2022 Interviewee: D-48779 Interviewer: Researcher McGregor <Begin log> McGregor: Good morning, D-48779, how are you feeling today? D-48779: Honestly? A little irritated. McGregor: And why is that? D-48779: Well, I was banging on the incinerator walls for, like, twelve freakin' hours or something. It stings in there, y'know! McGregor: Yes, um, sorry about that. But those burners were operating at 1,500 Kelvin. How did you survive? D-48779: (Scoffs) Sorry to disappoint you! McGregor: Rest assured, I'm speaking from a purely objective standpoint. (D-48779 thinks for a moment.) D-48779: I mean…I just kinda sat there? Nothing too special. It really sucked for about an hour or so, but it was mostly just uncomfortable after that. I'll tell you what did freak me out, though — the corpses. All the other D-class in jumpsuits like mine. I don't know how you guys put up with seeing dead guys on the regular. McGregor: But those bodies were burned successfully, right? D-48779: Oh, yeah. I didn't have to look at their bodies for too long. McGregor: But you are also a human D-class. So, you can see why it's a bit strange that you didn't burn, right? No offense, of course. D-48779: It's not that strange if you think about it. Not unless they all went through what I did. McGregor: Care to elaborate? D-48779: I mean, anyone who's made it past Exercise Seven knows their body's more than a dinky little meat ship piloted by a brain. It's just like Mr. Gock said — everything we cling onto is a weakness. The more we violate ourselves into a screeching husk, the more possibilities are opened to us. That's the core of every character arc, isn't it? McGregor: Did the exercises do something to you? (D-48779 suddenly stands up. Their voice lowers in pitch, apparently entering a trance.) D-48779: No ex-tier force has done done no things unto my the self. It is throw my own en-deafer that I becomed greater hum end than was am. McGregor: Please sit down. D-48779: And if I refers? Watt will ye dude then, pun itch me? (D-48779 levitates. Their voice shakes the furniture below as they speak.) D-48779: Perhap I are wishes to becomed pun itched again. For throw every punch-itment, I reward my the self until each end every weak things about the me is castaway into thee waitsbasket. McGregor: Security! D-48779: Hurt me, McGregor. Hurt me until I am be unhurtable forever. <Audio feed cuts off> Further information about the ongoing containment efforts of SCP-6752-A4 and all subsequent "disciple" entities is restricted to personnel with 5/6752 clearance. Footnotes 1. (Correction: though initially believed to be an effect of 6752-5, D-85102 had not actually observed the anomaly and was merely reacting to seeing SCP-6752 again. D-85102 has since been terminated.) 2. This is hypothesized to be the spoken analog TotleighSoft's written dialect. 3. Site-59's primary incinerator was developed through Project Svarog as a means to cut energy costs. As such, the energy runoff from SCP-████ is used as the power source. Due to SCP-████'s destructive capabilities, an "as-needed" method of burning waste; in other words, the burners are only active until sensors detect that the desired level of structural degradation has occurred. 4. (Formerly D-48779) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6752" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6752. Licensed under CC-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: awiy.png Author: daveyoufool License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki

SCP-6753

neutralized

Item: SCP-6753 Special Containment Procedures: Former procedures suspended indefinitely. The Foundation has agreed to co-fund the Lycanthrope Memorial Center and aiding The Most Secret British Society for Lycanthropic Studies and Changeling Research1 in the scientific archiving and documentation of SCP-6753 related media and cultural objects of relevance. Description: SCP-6753 designated a now extinct variant of the lycanthropic super-species2, distinguishable by their red-coloured fur, thin tails and the presence of a sixth digit and toe on all limbs, as well as their ability to cloak and disguise themselves using Rho-type CPI-pheromones3. Geographical extension mainly centered around Southeast Asia, Lemuria and most of the Sino-Russian Tsardom. The species' complete and total extinction was determined and officially verified on the 16th Cheshvan of 1895 by GOC scientists, three years after the shattering of the moon, making it the fourth variant of the lycanthropic super-species that was unable to adapt to the lunar absence, despite all attempts on part of the Foundation4. Containment Research Project REDO-LENCE (CRP-0104), a joint venture of GOC and Foundation forces established in 1897, conducts physiological and histological research on the remaining corpses and bodies of deceased SCP-6753 instances, in order to document and analyse their biological means of Rho-type CPI-pheromone synthesis. The final and overarching goal of Project REDO-LENCE is to establish the industrial production of Rho-type CPI-pheromones5 via the creation of a genetically modified organism, preferential prokaryotic, and the assembly of a microbial fermentation pipeline for drug manufacturing and purification. Rho-type CPI-pheromones exhibit a multitude of favourable properties regarding their efficacy on baseline and anomalous humanoids, and early test screenings indicate lower and fewer adverse side effects compared to established amnestics/antimemetics. The genetic components responsible for the biochemical production of Rho-type CPI-pheromones could be identified, synthesized and cloned into suitable vector plasmids. Transformation of multiple prokaryotic organisms, immortalized cells and various cancer cells was successful. Henceforth, such genetically modified organisms will be referred to as instances of SCP-6753-GMO. Continuous progress is severely hindered due to the conceptual connection between lycanthropic genetic material and the now absent lunar satellite. While SCP-6753-GMO instances (see above) could be grown and cultivated without further difficulty, no metabolic production of Rho-type CPI-pheromones occurred inside the cells. Lacking any lunar presence, the necessary steps of gene transcription and protein synthesis cannot transpire without violating higher noospheric belief systems regarding lycanthropic nature. Such intricacies were anticipated, and theoretical proposals for solution currently under discussion include: the total or partial relocation of Project REDO-LENCE to a parallel version of Earth, where the moon is still present6, or to another celestial body possessing a comparable lunar satellite7. the cultivation and incubation of SCP-6753-GMO instances under artificial moonlight, or in the presence of an Astrological Pseudo-Lunar Radiation Unit8. the cultivation and incubation of SCP-6753-GMO instances in mooncalf9 blood serum. the cultivation and incubation of SCP-6753-GMO instances in blood serum obtained from menstrual discharge. the cultivation and incubation of SCP-6753-GMO instances on moon-shaped cheese. the professional handling of SCP-6753-GMO instances by female research personnel bearing the names Luna, Selene, Artemis or Diana since birth. treating SCP-6753-GMO instances with purified saliva of somnambulant individuals. treating SCP-6753-GMO instances with bone marrow material obtained from deceased astronomers or taikonauts. insertion of SCP-6753 and baseline Homo sapiens genetic material in Canis lupus totipotent embryonic stem cells and initializing a cross-breeding experiment to create a canine SCP-6753-GMO instance similar in physiological makeup to SCP-6753. the revitalization of deceased SCP-6753 instances via necrochemical/necrophysical means for further studies and experiments. The experimental usage of voluntary translycanthropic individuals10 in xenograft essays11 or for cross-breeding (see above) was suggested and considered at multiple times, but was vetoed by the Judicial Department of Applied Divination. Footnotes 1. Institutional section of The Most Secret And Arcane Academy of Her Majesty The Queen and The British Empire, GOI-80403. 2. Anomalous Paraphyletic Cluster APC-003. 3. Consciousness and Perception-Influencing pheromones: biochemical signalling molecules exhibiting antimemetic properties. Synthesized in specialised exocrine glands located on the skin. 4. Records Level 3 - Classified. 5. For containment-related usage and purposes only. 6. Unlikely to be considered due to the low propability of success. 7. No fitting body is currently known. 8. Consistent and repeated failure of all pseudoscientific paratechnology has to be taken into account. 9. The term "mooncalf" refers to an abortive fetus, either of bovine or human nature. 10. Modern popular denomination of primary human subjects employing anomalous means to mimic the possession of lycanthropic traits. 11. The transplantation of artifical organoids consisting of SCP-6753-GMO cells. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6753" by cold_Nights, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6753. Licensed under CC-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-6754

pending

Item#: SCP-6754 Level3 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Seneca Creek State Park, Maryland, USA, where The Blair Witch Project was filmed in October 1997. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the recent cultural resurgence of Blair Witch media in the past years, Foundation AICs are to extensively monitor fan forums and spaces in which horror media is discussed. If specific triggers linked to SCP-6754 are encountered, AICs are to immediately catalog the instance and submit it to the SCP-6754 analysis team to undergo evaluation. If a subject exhibits behaviors correlating to SCP-6754-1, they are to be extensively monitored for potential signs of obsessive behaviors. If a subject affected by SCP-6754-1 does not show obsessive tendencies within 6 months of identification, their file is to be archived as a passive instance. If a subject is revealed to display obsessive tendencies, nearby agents are to be alerted in order to prevent affected individuals from attempting to make the journey to Burkittsville and/or Seneca Creek State Park. Disinformation Campaign 6754 (DC-6754) is to attempt to obfuscate the perception and investigation of SCP-6754-related disappearances by the mainstream media. This is both to stifle the mythologization of events surrounding the Blair Witch as well as discourage individuals from visiting the general Burkittsville region. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6754 regards various phenomena that surrounds the 1999 Artisan Entertainment film The Blair Witch Project and its impact on viewers. While most information regarding SCP-6754 was quickly discovered after its theatrical release in July of 1999, new developments involving the sudden cultural resurgence of the property as well as current missing persons' cases have led to the Foundation reopening investigations into the anomaly's exact parameters. Upon SCP-6754's discovery in the month following The Blair Witch Project's theatrical release, directors Eduardo Sánchez and Daniel Myrick were intercepted by Foundation agents and thoroughly interrogated regarding the film's anomalous properties. Both directors were completely unaware of the anomaly and its effects on viewers, and further investigating into the film's production revealed no abnormalities in its making. SCP-6754-1 is a phenomenon that occurs in %0.002 of individuals upon their initial, uninterrupted viewing of The Blair Witch Project.1 After the affected individual has concluded watching the film, they will fully believe that the events depicted within it are true, with this effect also extending into the fictional supplemental material that was created to solidify the film's believability. Subjects under SCP-6754-1's influence will fully invest in this belief and will not waver even when shown undeniable proof that its events are fictional (such as immersion-breaking promotional material, cast and crew interviews, and press releases regarding future Blair Witch property projects).2 If a subject under SCP-6754-1's effect is shown any material or information that proves the fictionality of the film, they will claim that the given evidence is fabricated in order to cover up "the truth." When pressed, subjects do not have a concrete answer on who would fabricate the narrative behind the film or what incentive they would have to fabricate it, but will still insist that there is a coverup for the disappearances of "Heather Donahue," "Joshua Leonard," and "Michael Williams."3 While most of SCP-6754-1's effects are consistently passive and can be disregarded as stubbornness or gullibility, approximately half of all afflicted individuals will fall into obsessive tendencies regarding consumption of the folklore and "history" behind the Blair Witch. Noted behaviors have been documented as but are not limited to: The subject attempting to "solve" the multiple "missing persons cases" depicted in the film's extensive mythology. The subject attempting to locate the exact location of "Rustin Parr's cabin" as depicted in the original film. The subject attempting to warn others about the dangers of the Burkittsville region4 and the "Black Hills Forest." The subject attempting to visit the Burkittsville region in order to investigate for themselves. SCP-6754-2 is the strong probabilistic likelihood that an individual affected by SCP-6754-1 will experience a psychotic break or delusional episode in the Burkittsville or Seneca Creek regions. These episodes usually consist of sporadic or continuous panic attacks and auditory and/or visual hallucinations. SCP-6754-3 is a minor although proven probabilistic likelihood that a subject affected by SCP-6754-1 or SCP-6754-2 will go missing when in or around the Burkittsville or Seneca Creek regions. There will typically be little remains of the subject's presence in the area. No subjects have currently been recovered. It has been hypothesized that as more individuals are exposed to The Blair Witch Project over time, the probability of them being afflicted by SCP-6754-1, SCP-6754-2, and/or SCP-6754-3 will rise in likelihood. ADDENDUM 6754.1 Supplemental Documentation Remember what I told you - NO TRICK OR TREATING PAST 7!! Post-it note retrieved from the home of the McMillian family, presumed to have been written by Robin McMillian, age 29, in regards to warning her children (c. October 2000). Hagerstown, MD Margaret, please talk to the kids about staying inside. Ever since that documentary was released, I don't feel safe about them playing in the backyard. I swear, sometimes I think I see figures moving amongst the trees. I know none of us really grew up with those stories, but if they're that old, they have to have some sort of merit. Discarded note found underneath the desk of Gerald Fraw, age 39, addressed to his sister, recovered 8 November 1999. Brunswick, MD SUBJECT: Dean, Brian (27) DATE: 23 October 2017 BRIEFING: Dean, along with friends and family, had been in the midst of a weeks-long roadtrip touring the American northeast and New England regions. Upon reaching the town of Burkittsville, Maryland, Dean began exhibiting general anxiety, soon developing into the main symptoms of an anxiety/panic attack. Dean's companions claimed that his symptoms worsened the longer the group remained in Burkittsville, leading them to change course and take Dean to the nearest facility for him to receive treatment. As they were driving towards an emergency unit outside of the town's jurisdiction in Braddock Heights, Dean suddenly leapt out of the moving van, enduring several abrasion injuries as he made contact with the main road. The group then witnessed Dean quickly pulling himself to his feet before sprinting back down the road towards Burkittsville. When they maneuvered their vehicle to follow and retrieve him, Dean ran off the road in the direction of Seneca Creek State Park. The following police investigation revealed that his handheld camera was missing from his luggage. Incident catalogued in the Foundation's Anomalous Civilian Incident Report for the 3rd quarter of 2017. Braddock Heights, MD I'm running in the forest. I don't know what I'm running from, but I know that it's something bad, something very very bad that is trying to reach me. As I run through the forest, I can feel the tree branches scratching my forearms and snagging on my clothes, but I keep going out of this blind panic that won't stop or fade no matter how much I push myself to get away. As I run, I start to hear something off to my left that echoes in the dark. It's almost imperceptible with how it blends in with my own panic, though I still can make it out, if only barely. It's another pair of racing footsteps, steps that connect hard with the leaves and pine needles. It's not just that, though - it's another pair of lungs gasping for breath as they pump oxygen into those very legs. Next to me, off into the dark, is another person running for their life. I know it's Heather. I know this as well as I know my own name. She somehow got out of the basement, she dropped the camera when she was escaping and by some odd mishap, it didn't catch her running up those stairs and out into the night, away from what had attacked her. Except now, that thing is after us both. It wants Heather in order to finish the job, and it wants me because I am a witness. There are so many fucking bodies in the basement and they're all Heather and Mike and Josh, and if I stand and watch for too long then they start to twitch and move - their limbs shouldn't be able to move since they've been dead for so long, they're encrusted with dust and dirt. There's something underneath the pile of their bodies, it's twitching and pushing through the folded sheets of their limbs, and when it finally pushes its way out, I realize it's a little girl, and she grabs my hand and pulls me into the deep deep water that should only have been the shallows, deeper and deeper to be tangled amongst the muck and the weeds, and among it are reaching fingers, the same ones that snagged my hair in the branches as I sprint along with dead-running Heather to get away and as far as possible into the breathing, thrumming forest. I always wake up before it- before she can take me. Excerpt taken from the journal of Denise Reyes, age 16, recovered 12 March 2003. Strasberg, PA let's find Coffin Rock. i heard that they hid their remains underneath the stone slab. just think about it, their bones all covered in bugs and centipedes and maggots, maybe the witch will leave us a souvenir if we're lucky Text written and sent by Henrietta Shevon, age 20, to Ruth Wreston, age 20, 22 May 2015. Both were caught by their families before they could leave their homes unnoticed. Bennington, VT Tulpas. It's tulpas all the way down. Found written on a whiteboard in Site-22 in regards to the initial investigation of SCP-6754, c. April 2000. ADDENDUM 6754.2 The Willis Tape BRIEFING: On 5 September 2019, Amber Willis (23), was reported missing from her apartment in Florence, Virginia, by a concerned roommate. The following investigation revealed that Willis had missed multiple days of work, with various online records showing her playing the newly released Blair Witch video game nonstop over the course of multiple days. Footage captured by local highway tolling booths revealed Willis' vehicle heading northeast on 3 September. Her car was found 9 September, abandoned in the parking lot of a convenience store located on the outskirts of Burkittsville. [FOOTAGE BEGINS] File name reveals the date to be 7 September 2019. Recording begins at 7:38:19 PM. Willis' camera is not steady as she walks through what is presumed to be Seneca Creek State Park. The sun is setting on the horizon to Willis' right. The forest is silent. WILLIS: Did you know that my family used to actually live in Maryland? She pauses, continuing forward. WILLIS: My mom accidentally got pregnant during her senior year of high school, and she didn't have the grounds to support herself or me here. We ended up moving away only a week after I was born, or so she says. Willis scans the area with her camera. Generic forest scenery can be viewed. WILLIS: Despite everything, she always said that I was the best thing to happen to her. Willis continues walking. The crunching of leaves underfoot becomes louder. A stifled sob can be heard, as well as sniffling. WILLIS: I love my mom. I really do. WILLIS: But there's something else that wants me here. Willis stops walking and stands still. WILLIS: Have you ever felt like something was pulling you somewhere? Like there's another home for you in a place you've never actually been? The sky has almost fully darkened by now, yet Willis does not turn on the camera's flash. The shapes and shadows of the forest grow more and more formless and distorted due to the lack of light. WILLIS: As if somewhere out there, faded and wispy, there's something waiting for you. There is a pause. WILLIS: Do you think nobody knows what she looks like because nobody can agree on her appearance? A twig crunches off to the left. There is a rush of air as Willis quickly turns the camera in the direction of the sound. WILLIS: Hello? She turns on the camera's flash. Though it does not reach far, it captures a shape in the distance, ~10 meters away. Willis slowly walks closer, revealing the shape to be an abandoned and dilapidated two-story building. All windows are broken and there is a fallen tree blocking the front door entrance. WILLIS: Parr's cabin. WILLIS: Burned down yet forever it stands. Willis circles the structure two times before settling on a window with minimal amounts of glass shards around its edge. She reaches in, stretching to place her camera on the floor of the house inside. The camera faces a far wall that is covered in dried dirt and grime. Willis is heard struggling for a moment before successfully pulling herself through the window. The camera is picked up off the floor, and Willis scans the surrounding room. There is a rusted and empty metal bedframe sitting near a far corner and beside it is a bedside table with a missing drawer. Willis walks to the room's door, opening it into a hallway. The hinges creak as she passes through the doorway, once again scanning the walls. Willis' breathing becomes shaky. WILLIS: …Of course. There are runes on some of the walls and the smeared handprints of children on others. WILLIS: There's always the one last thing. She points the camera down a worn flight of stairs. At one of the landings, there is a small trail of dust gently spinning mid-air, as if something had just disturbed the area. Willis walks down the stairs. When she reaches the basement, she freezes. Her breath catches. The main area of the basement is obscured by the camera's angle, which is pointed towards the floor. The camera is dropped, though it still captures footage. A pair of pale, bare feet can be seen. They are not touching the ground. WILLIS: Oh, god. There is a crunching sound, and the camera is suddenly pulled downwards. The screen is black for 2 hours and 48 minutes, with the only sounds captured being extremely muffled. It resembles breathing. CONCLUDING NOTES: Willis' camera was discovered buried in Seneca Creek State Park during a Foundation investigation into both her whereabouts as well as those of other unstable individuals. The Griggs House, which was used for "Rustin Parr's cabin" in the finale of The Blair Witch Project, was located in Patapsco Valley State Park before it was demolished in 2000 by the Maryland Department of Natural Resources. There is currently no explanation as to why there is a version of it residing in Seneca Creek and how Willis was able to discover it. Currently, the Foundation has been unable to locate this structure, and attempts to do so have been postponed in order to divert funding towards SCP-6754's containment campaign for the public's safety.5 The structure has been catalogued as SCP-6754-4. And thus, the Blair Witch lives on. » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES Here, "uninterrupted" is defined by the individual having watched the film in a single session without any major distractions, starting from the film's opening sequence and concluding at the start of the end credits. It is currently inconclusive whether or not SCP-6754-1's influence extends towards other Blair Witch media other than the original, including but not limited to the 2000 and 2016 film sequels and the various games produced between 2000 and 2020. The three main characters in the film, not to be confused with their actors who, at the time of release, all shared their names with their onscreen counterparts. A real town utilized as the setting for the film. As of April 2024, SCP-6754's projected growth is expected to increase significantly, likely to an extent in which new containment procedures may be required. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6754" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6754. Licensed under CC-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: blackhillsforest Author: PIX1861 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link Footnotes 1. Here, "uninterrupted" is defined by the individual having watched the film in a single session without any major distractions, starting from the film's opening sequence and concluding at the beginning of the end credits. 2. It is currently inconclusive whether or not SCP-6754-1's influence extends towards other Blair Witch media other than the original, including but not limited to the 2000 and 2016 film sequels and the various games produced between 2000 and 2020. 3. The three main characters in the film, not to be confused with their actors who, at the time of release, all shared their names with their onscreen counterparts. 4. A real town utilized as the setting for the film. 5. As of April 2024, SCP-6754's projected growth is expected to increase significantly, likely to an extent in which new containment procedures may be required.

SCP-6755

esoteric-class

 close Info X SCP-6755 A Promise to The Pale Lady Author: Kilerpoyo This is part of a larger series. ¡Felíz día de Muertos! ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains a content warning: Religious Intolerance, LGBTphobia ⚠️ content warning Part 1: El Ritual Part 2: La Dama Part 3: La Promesa Item#: 6755 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures The Foundation and the Horizon Initiative are currently collaborating to contain SCP-6755. False instructions for SCP-6755 should be spread through both physical and digital media, while accurate information is to be suppressed when possible. A negative view of the religious organization known as The Cult of the Pale Lady should be constantly promoted among the Mexican population by any means applicable, including but not limited to: Mexican political, religious, and cultural personalities should be financially encouraged to constantly and publicly discredit The Cult of the Pale Lady. Factual, exaggerated and fabricated accounts should be spread to push a narrative emphasizing the negative outcomes of SCP-6755 while downplaying the positive ones. The Cult of the Pale Lady and the practice of SCP-6755 should be represented in media associated with superstition and taboo topics like brujería1, human sacrifice, paganism, drug trade, organized crime, and deviant sexuality; as well as tragic ends for its practitioners. Additionally, the Foundation should provide the Horizon Initiative with any logistical and financial aid necessary to maintain the FNS2 campaign, aimed to dissuade the population from practices related to The Cult of the Pale Lady and SCP-6755. Description SCP-6755 is a thaumaturgic ritual that can be used to communicate with a being known as SCP-6755-2. A person can ask a petition to SCP-6755-2 in exchange for a "promise" that must not be broken. Petitions to SCP-6755-2 can range from mundane topics such as relationships and work to serious matters including life-or-death situations. There are reports of SCP-6755-2 rejecting petitions or requesting modifications. SCP-6755-2 reality bending abilities appear to be probabilistic in nature, instead of reality-warping. It will not accept any petition that defies known laws of physic or logic. If SCP-6755-2 agrees to the petition, it will demand the petitioner to "promise" something in return. The nature and exigency of the "promise" are usually similar and proportional to those of the requested petition. The "promises" requested by SCP-6755-2 are never beyond the range of what is physically, socially or economically possible for the petitioner. Agreement to keep the "promise" will result in the petition being granted, but failure to fulfill it will carry negative consequences to the petitioner. The severity of the consequences seems to be proportional and thematically related to the petition and "promise". Alebrije sculptures Tagetes erecta used in an altar Instructions on how to perform SCP-6755 are shared among members of The Cult of the Pale Lady. The following procedure has been determined to have a 64% success rate in triggering SCP-6755. It is unclear if a more successful version of the ritual exists. A three-level altar must be made. The tablecloth must be white on the top level, orange at the mid-level, and black on the bottom level. Either a statue or a picture depicting a figure representing SCP-6755-2 must be put at the top level. This depiction usually consists of a skeletal figure wearing colorful robes or dresses. Food and drink offerings should be put in the mid-level. These offerings should include products that are held in high regard by the petitioner. At least three Alebrije3 sculptures should be placed on the bottom level. At least two colored candles should be lit on the top level. Four should be on mid-level and eight on the bottom. Tagetes erecta flowers should be put on every level of the altar. The petitioner should place themselves kneeling in front of the altar. The petitioner should make a small cut on their skin with an obsidian knife. The petitioner must drop three drops of blood in a cup of hot chocolate. The petitioner then will either verbally or mentally ask their petition to the Pale Lady. The petitioner must drink from the chocolate cup. SCP-6755-2 statues If the ritual is successful, the petitioner will be transported to an alternate dimension presumed to house SCP-6755-2. They will be greeted by SCP-6755-2 and discuss the terms of the "promise". SCP-6755-2 can request changes or outright deny the petition, while the petitioner is able to decline making the "promise". After either accepting or denying "the promise", the petitioner will be brought back to Earth, always in front of the altar they made the petition from. + Recorded SCP-6755 "Promises" - Close The following are confirmed testimonies about SCP-6755 from members of the Cult of The Pale Lady. Petitioner Request Promise Outcome Male, 47 To recover from terminal lung cancer To refrain from smoking The petitioner initially maintained the promise for a month and entered remission. However, he resumed smoking and died in a traffic accident 3 months later4. Female, 25 To find true love To volunteer daily at the local homeless shelter for 365 days On the final day of her volunteering she befriended another volunteer. They have been married for 10 years. Male, 15 To defeat a rival gang leader and take his place. To never hurt a defenseless person. The petitioner defeated his rival and became the gang's leader. During a robbery, he threw an elderly woman to the ground and repeatedly kicked her. He was shot by police 3 days later. Survived but lost both legs. He reportedly told interviewers "La Patrona no se anda con mamadas."5 Unspecified, 22 For their street food business to thrive To always give a free meal to those who need it. The business offers a free meal to anybody that can not pay. Despite this, its revenue is among the highest in its area to this day. + National Front For Salvation Dossier - Close Frente Nacional por La Salvación Recognizing the threat to society and normalcy represented by the increased proliferation of anomalous cults, the Horizon Initiative has devised a plan to counteract the corrupting influence of said heretic sects over the general population, especially among the youth. The proposed campaign Frente Nacional por La Salvación has the aim of reinforcing Catholic values among the Mexican population in an effort to counteract the pagan influence of anomalous groups such as the so-called Cult of the Pale Lady. The Initiative is highly concerned about this impious group since we have good reasons to believe it is closely linked to the barbaric criminal organization Sin Nombre.6 Thus, any victory against the Pale Lady's followers is a victory in the war on anomalous drugs. Since the liberation of the land that would become Mexico from the bloodthirsty and cruel Aztec Empire, the Catholic Church has been at the forefront of guarding the nation against the pagan anomalous threats that lie within its borders. Strengthening the historical commitment of the Mexican people to the Catholic Faith is crucial in this holy endeavor. For this reason, we have devised the FNS as a nationwide campaign with the following objectives: To reinvigorate church attendance. To discredit pagan practices such as The Cult of the Pale Lady. To promote Catholic values among the Mexican population. To prevent youth from consuming drugs, anomalous or otherwise. In order to achieve said objectives, the FNS will promote the following tenets: "Gente de bien"7 should not deal with the anomalous. Only recognized Catholic Saints can intercede for divine intervention. Drugs are a poor substitute for a close relationship with God. Marijuana can increase violent tendencies. Life begins at conception. Marriage is between a man and a woman. There are only two genders. Premarital sex is a sin.8 The Horizon Initiative humbly but firmly requests Foundation's support for the FNS agenda. May our partnership protects the Veil and bring about a Kingdom of the Pure. Cardinal Olvera. + Testing Log 67 - Close Video Testing Log 67 NOTE: A D-class was instructed to perform SCP-6755. The ritual was successful after the third attempt. The following recording was from a shoulder camera mounted on the D-class. [BEGIN LOG] 00:03:04 The footage shows the POV from the D-class perspective. A three-level altar can be seen illuminated by candlelight. At the top of the altar, there is a statue depicting a robe-wearing skeleton. Two colorful animal-like statues rest at the bottom level. D-2381: Do I have to do this again? Researcher Ivañez: (Through the microphone.) D-2381, please repeat the last steps of the ritual. D-2381: Pale Lady, please help me cure my cancer… (D-2381 proceeds to cut his finger with a small knife and lets the blood drop three times in a chocolate cup. He drinks from the cup.) 00:04:01 Suddenly there is noise interference in the video feed. The camera goes black. For a moment, a figure resembling a black moth can be briefly seen in the image. 00:04:07 The camera feed is back again. D-2381 seems to be in a field of orange flowers extending indefinitely into the horizon. The "sky" above him looks made from a type of blue rock. Unidentified female voice: It's good to see you, Armando. 00:04:10 D-2381 turns back to find a white table with two chairs. There is a woman sitting. A teapot and two teacups are on the table. The woman is wearing a colorful dress and a big hat decorated with orange flowers. She seems to be wearing a type of black and white makeup all over her skin. D-2381: Who are you? How do you know my name? God, it has been ages since somebody called me by my name. SCP-6755-2: I know everything about you, "querido". I know everything about everyone. All the good, the bad, and the ugly. (SCP-6755-2 smiles directly at the camera.) And all of you know well who I am. D-2381: So is this it? Is this how I end? SCP-6755-2: Not yet, you still had some time. It seems you are here because you wanted to make me a petition. D-2381: The cancer… SCP-6755-2: That's what they told you to ask for… but that is not what you really want, right? D-2381: I have done terrible things. I don't deserve a long life… SCP-6755-2: It is not my place to judge. D-2381: However, I would like to talk to her one last time before I go. SCP-6755-2: And you will. You only have to promise one thing to me. D-2381: Anything. SCP-6755-2: That this time, when you tell her you are sorry… you really mean it. 00:16:09 The feed is cut by interference again. After a few moments of nothingness, D-2381 is again standing in front of the altar. Aftermath: D-2381 was sentenced to disciplinary action for disobeying orders. However, a bug in the system scheduled him for transportation to a different site. The vehicle had a wheel failure and crashed. Surprisingly, there were no casualties or series injured. D-2381 was the only escapee. An unsuccessful manhunt was conducted for two weeks. He was found after week 3 in the hospital room of a coma patient [REDACTED]. Hospital personnel reported he had been there for 3 nights sobbing and murmuring "I'm sorry" to the patient. When asked why they had allowed him to stay, doctors reported he had been the only visitor in 5 years. D-2381 was recaptured and taken into custody but died of cancer complications before any disciplinary action could be taken. After this incident, only personnel with Level 4 security clearance are allowed to participate in tests involving SCP-6755. [END LOG] Item#: 6755 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures SCP-6755 is not currently under containment. Foundation-operated SATMEX9 should be kept monitoring the Mexican Republic territory for any abrupt increase in Akiva Radiation that could indicate a manifestation of SCP-6755. In case of a confirmed SCP-6755 manifestation, MTF Omega-41 "Fieles Difuntos" should be deployed to the site of the incident. For the duration of the event, MTF Omega-41 should not interact with SCP-6755 unless necessary, preferably taking an observer role and setting a perimeter to prevent third parties from disturbing SCP-6755. Horizon Initiative specialists are allowed to take action against SCP-6755. After SCP-6755 demanifestation, MTF Omega-41 should apply amnestic treatment to civilian witnesses of anomalous activity or HI operations. Containment procedures indicated for SCP-6755 in a previous iteration of this file should still be applied to contain SCP-6755-δ. Horizon Initiative's proposal to extend the FNS campaign are currently under review. Update: After Incident 075 the deployment of ontokinetic weapons against SCP-6755 is currently under consideration by the O5 and the Ethics Committee. Description SCP-6755 circa 1912 SCP-6755 is a culture-bound Class XII theologically-ontokinetic humanoid entity specific to Mexican culture. SCP-6755 takes the form of a Hispanic female in calavera makeup10. SCP-6755 has been identified as the religious figure known as The Pale Lady11. SCP-6755 can spontaneously manifest in seemingly random places and engage in mundane activities and casual socialization with present civilians. These events are usually not a threat to the Veil since SCP-6755 won't display any anomalous properties and most witnesses would assume it to be a cosplayer. The only identified anomalous side effect after interacting with SCP-6755 is a self-reported feeling of doubt about the nature of SCP-6755 facial makeup, though this feeling is usually dismissed. + Recorded sightings of SCP-6755 - Close Date Location Description Notes November 2th, 1912 Central Alameda in Mexico City. Exact details of this incident remain unknown. SCP-6755 was photographed by Abel Briquet.12 Briquet wrote in his diary "Aujourd'hui j'ai pris une photo de la Mort".13 Akiva radiation on the surviving photographic evidence suggests the material was in proximity of a theological entity, presumed to be SCP-6755. February 25th, 2010 An OXXO14 store in Ciudad Nezahualcóyotl. SCP-6755 entered the store and proceed to buy multiple products, including snacks and energy drinks. When inquired by the cashier about why she was wearing calavera make-up if it was not Day of the Dead, SCP-6755 replied: "En México todos los días son Día de Muertos"15. March 8th, 2012 A protest demanding justice for missing women in Ciudad Juárez. SCP-6755 stood silently among the crowd. Whether or not this incident has a deeper significance is still unclear. June 26th, 2014 An anime convention in Puebla. SCP-6755 arrived dressed as the Catrina character from the movie "The Book of Life", posed for several pictures with cosplayers, and consumed from present food venues, showing a preference for ramen and dumplings. It also reportedly purchased several mangas from the shoujo genre. Interviewed attendants described interaction with SCP-6755 as a positive experience, however, they reported an uneasy feeling about its make-up: "Por momentos no sabía si estaba hablando con una Catrina maquillada o con una calavera real."16 October 13th, 2019 Visiting Leonora Carrington17 Museum in San Luis Potosí It visited most of the exhibitions, took pictures, and bought souvenirs from the store, including a compilation of Carrington's short stories. It left the following note in the guest book: "Amé. Leonora estará encantada cuando vea las fotos. UwU"18 SCP-6755-α is an alternate dimension where SCP-6755 is presumed to reside. SCP-6755-α consists of an enormous field of Tagetes erecta, also known as cempasúchil or flor de muerto19, seemingly extending infinitely in every direction. The "sky" above this field resembles the ceiling of a cavern painted in blue. It is unclear whether there are more areas in SCP-6755-α or if SCP-6755 is its only inhabitant. SCP-6755 has shown the ability to transport itself and others to SCP-6755-α at will. SCP-6755 circa 2014 and 2019 SCP-6755-δ is a ritual for requesting an invitation to SCP-6755-α in order to meet and petition SCP-6755. If SCP-6755-δ is successful, an invitation to SCP-6755-α will be issued by SCP-6755 and the petitioner will be transported to it. Then SCP-6755 may be asked for a petition in exchange for a "promise". A more detailed overview of SCP-6755-δ can be consulted in the archived version of this file. + Video Log Incident 075 - Close Video Log Incident 075 NOTE: SCP-6755 was sighted in a coffee shop in Guadalajara. MTF Omega-41 secured the area while a HI Project Malleus Strike Team was dispatched. The strike team was equipped with anti-heretic blessed weaponry. The following recording is from the body cam of one of the Project Malleus operators. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 Footage starts at the inside of a van. Various Project Malleus operatives can be seen sitting. The van's door opens and the operatives begin descending. They advance through the street and enter the coffee shop. 00:03:51 SCP-6755 can be seen sitting at a table in the empty coffee shop, drinking from a mug. Civilians in the area had been previously evacuated by Omega-41 00:03:51 Project Malleus surrounds SCP-6755 and points their weapons at it. An operative holds a cross in their hand and points it toward SCP-6755 while reciting a prayer. 00:04:01 SCP-6755 looks annoyed. It raises the mug and throws hot coffee at the praying operative. 00:04:01 Project Malleus begins shooting at SCP-6755. However, at that point interference takes over the feed. The screen is black. For a moment, the face of a black dog can be briefly seen. The footage restarts. The operatives are in an extensive field of orange flowers. 00:05:14 A roar can be heard, the operatives look upwards. A giant multicolored creature resembling a horned axolotl descends to the field and devours one of the soldiers. 00:05:29 The operatives begin firing at the creature. It seems to be partially effective. The creature roars and begins retreating. Screams can be heard. Multiple creatures have emerged from the flowers. They vary in shapes and colors, some look like lizards or serpents, others mammalian and even avian, however, they all seem to blend characteristics of multiple species. 00:05:29 Taken by surprise, the Project Malleus operatives are taken down one by one by the creatures. The last one standing with the body camera. A blue-winged tiger with yellow feathers jumps over them and the footage gets cut by interference and goes to black. 00:06:01 The feeds start again, showing the coffee shop again. The mangled bodies of the operatives have been brought back. SCP-6755 is still there, looking directly at the camera. It flips a middle finger towards the camera, turns back, and begins walking away. Aftermath: After this incident SCP-6755's disruption class was updated to Ekhi and its risk class to Danger. [END LOG] + National Front For Salvation Dossier 2 - Close Frente Nacional por La Salvación The last incident just shows the sadistic and merciless nature of the satanic threat we are facing. In order to protect the souls of the Mexican People, the Cult of the so-called Pale Lady must be eradicated. The FNS is currently lobbying with the Mexican Government to declare the cult a criminal organization —they are, after all, known collaborators of the vicious Sin Nombre cartel— and strip away any legal protection it may have under Article 2420. We exhort the O5 to treat the matter with the severity it requires. If the Foundation is unable or unwilling to deploy ontokinetic weapons against the unholy abomination known as SCP-6755, maybe the GOC will prove to be the true protector of purity among the Mexican Nation. Un Reino de los Puros espera por nosotros.21 Cardinal Olvera. + Chat Log Posada-Ivañez - Close Chat Log Posada-Ivañez [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Posada: This is really getting out of hand. The HI is building a fucking theocracy right in front of our noses. And now they want us to nuke the local Goddess of Death? Yeah, nuke the local Goddess of Death… No way that could backfire, am I right? Do we want another Saramago Incident? This is how you get another Saramago Incident.22 Researcher Ivañez: After that last testing fiasco the O5 is getting nervous. SCP-6755 had no problem freeing that D-class. It is basically an avalanche of containment breaches waiting to happen. Imagine if the Chaos Insurgency learns about it. So yes, the O5 also has good reason for wanting it nuked. Also if we don't declare it contained soon, the GOC will probably take matters into its own hands. You know they would not hesitate to nuke Death. In fact, I think they are eager. Researcher Posada: I have an idea but I really need you to help me get the O5 on board with this. Researcher Ivañez: For a change, they may be desperate enough to hear you. [END LOG] Item#: 6755 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures Note: Containment procedures have been updated following Test 106. Foundation-operated SATMEX23 should be kept monitoring the Mexican Republic territory for any abrupt increase in Akiva Radiation that could indicate a manifestation of SCP-6755. In case of a confirmed SCP-6755 manifestation, MTF Omega-41 "Fieles Difuntos" should be deployed to the site of the incident. For the duration of the event, MTF Omega-41 should not interact with SCP-6755 unless necessary, preferably taking an observer role and setting a perimeter to prevent third parties from disturbing SCP-6755. Under no circumstances should Horizon Initiative personnel be allowed access to SCP-6755. After SCP-6755 demanifestation, MTF Omega-41 should apply amnestic treatment to civilian witnesses of anomalous activity, though this measure is rarely necessary. If SCP-6755 manifests in an event involving costume play, MTF Omega-42 "Eco Moda" should provide Researcher Posada with an outfit complementing SCP-6755's look on that evening. Researcher Posada shall accompany SCP-6755 and partake in social activities with it. Expenses will be covered by the Foundation. All Foundation funding and support for the FNS shall be discontinued. The influence of the FNS in Mexican politics shall be counteracted by all viable means. No action should be taken against the religious organization known as The Cult of the Pale Lady. Extensive measures should be taken to guarantee the human rights of members are protected. False instructions for SCP-6755-δ can still be propagated to avoid an excessive proliferation of "promises". Researcher Posada and SCP-6755 during a costume playe event. Description SCP-6755 is a culture-bound Class XII theologically-ontokinetic humanoid entity specific to Mexican culture. SCP-6755 takes the form of a Hispanic female in calavera makeup24. SCP-6755 has been identified as the religious figure known as The Pale Lady25. SCP-6755 can spontaneously manifest in seemingly random places and engage in mundane activities and casual socialization with present civilians. These events are usually not a threat to the Veil since SCP-6755 won't display any anomalous properties and most witnesses would assume it to be a cosplayer. The only identified anomalous side effect after interacting with SCP-6755 is a self-reported feeling of doubt about the nature of SCP-6755 facial makeup, though this feeling is usually dismissed. SCP-6755-α is an alternate dimension where SCP-6755 is presumed to reside. SCP-6755-α consists of an enormous field of Tagetes erecta, also known as cempasúchil or flor de muerto26, seemingly extending infinitely in every direction. The "sky" above this field resembles the ceiling of a cavern painted in blue. SCP-6755 has shown the ability to transport itself and others to SCP-6755-α at will. SCP-6755-δ is a ritual for requesting an invitation to SCP-6755-α in order to meet and petition SCP-6755. If SCP-6755-δ is successful, an invitation to SCP-6755-α will be issued by SCP-6755 and the petitioner will be transported to it. Then SCP-6755 may be asked for a petition in exchange for a "promise". A more detailed overview of SCP-6755-δ can be consulted in the archived version of this file. + Testing Log 106 - Close Video Testing Log 106 NOTE: After getting O5 special approval, Researcher Posada performed SCP-6755-δ herself. The following recording comes from Researcher Posada's body cam. [BEGIN LOG] 00:01:04 The footage shows the POV from Posada's perspective. In front of Posada, there is a three-level altar. 00:03:54 Researcher Posada takes a knife a makes a small cut on her finger, dropping the blood in the cup. Researcher Posada: God make this work… (Posada takes a sip from the cup.) 00:04:01 Noise interference takes over the video feed. The silhouette of an unidentified winged creature can be briefly seen. 00:04:07 The camera feed is back again. Posada is at SCP-6755-α. In front of her, SCP-6755 sits at a white table. It is wearing a long black dress and a red fascinator hat with golden feathers. SCP-6755: Malena, "cariño"… What brings you to my Cempasúchil Fields? (It gestures towards the table.) But where are my manners? Please take a seat, have some chocolate… Researcher Posada: (Hesitantly approaches the table and sits.) I must assume you are the Pale Lady. SCP-6755: I have been called that… as well as many other cool nicknames. People can be so creative when trying to avoid mentioning Death. (The being smiles.) Anyways, since you are already here, I need an opinion… do you think this hat fits with this dress? I like the combination but I can't help but feel like maybe I'm overdoing it. Does it scream "tryhard" to you? Researcher Posada: Look… this is serious. I need to talk to you… (Makes a pause before taking a long breath.) The O5 is afraid of you and wants to nuke this place. Even if they don't do it, the GOC will. Meanwhile, the HI is creating a moral panic about you and your followers. They are using it to push their religious agenda and take over the country as we speak. Also, you may want to try a different hat. SCP-6755: (Stops drinking from a mug.) That does indeed sound like a problem… (Removes its hat slowly.) Researcher Posada My petition is for you to stop granting petitions. That will certainly calm the O5. If we are lucky, they may even do something about the HI. SCP-6755: "Querida"… you may as well be asking the fire not to burn. Researcher Posada: (Sights.) Why are you doing this? What do you get from all of this? SCP-6755: For me? Nothing, I mean maybe occasionally I can ask for some "promise" that may actually be useful for me… but… in reality, I do it for them. Researcher Posada: Who is them? Your cult? SCP-6755: You all keep calling it a cult like they were some robed fanatics sacrificing goats. They are just people with no one else to turn to for hope. People who have decided that Death is the only thing they have left in Life. These are people I have to take care of. My people. They live short, brutal, and ungrateful lives. And while I'm the one friendly face waiting for them at the end of the line, I can't help but be moved by the plights. So I decided to give them a gift… of hope. A promise is just that… hope… hope that in the end things will be fine. This way they can feel less alone and scared in Life, knowing Death is a friend and not a foe. Researcher Posada: So you help them… even if they are criminals? SCP-6755: Criminals or saints. They all come to me in the end. Though most of them are neither. Researcher Posada: (Sights.) Jesus… (Takes one of the mugs on the table and drinks from it.) This chocolate is delicious! SCP-6755: Family recipe. (Smiles.) Truth be told there is something I'm getting from all of this. This job, you see. Can get very depressing. It takes a toll on you if you are not careful. I have a friend in this business and they are not taking the job very well. You have to self-care. Researcher Posada: Is that the reason you visit the land of the living so constantly? SCP-6755: Yes… to be Death you have to learn how to enjoy Life. Otherwise, this work will kill you. That's why I have to make it mean something. To keep helping the people. (SCP-6755 takes an orange flower from the field and hands it to Posada.) I made the promise to myself when I took this job, that I would not forget what it means. It helps me as much as it helps them. Researcher Posada: (Takes the flower and looks at it for a few seconds.) Then keep doing it. I think I know what my petition is now. SCP-6755: I'm all ears… Researcher Posada: I ask you to not grant any petition that may compromise normalcy or the Foundation. SCP-6755: That could work for me. However, I always have to ask for "promises" in return. And there are always consequences if you break it. Is not even that I'm vengeful, it is just the way this works. Researcher Posada: The O5 gave me the authorization to negotiate with you within some limits. I hope it is something I am authorized to accept. SCP-6755: You won't mess with my people. You let them be. I'm not asking for special treatment, if they do something bad you can do your thing. But you won't go after them for what they choose to believe. Researcher Posada: This may just have saved Mexico from a fundamentalist coup d'état. SCP-6755: As always, I'm glad to help. But since we are already here… There is something else that I want to add to the "promise". Researcher Posada: Sure… go ahead… SCP-6755: (Putting on a purple witch hat.) As I said before, I rarely get something that I really wanted from this "promise" business but… I actually put a lot of effort into my outfits. You see, there are some looks that can only be pulled in pairs, you know what I mean? The point is, I always have wanted someone to do matching cosplays with… Researcher Posada: What? Aftermath: After presenting this video as evidence, SCP-6755's disruption and risk class were lowered and its containment class was updated to Cernnunos. [END LOG] La Llorona Model SCP-6755 The Men with No Name Footnotes 1. Witchcraft 2. Frente Nacional Por La Salvacación (National Front For Salvation) 3. Oneiric chimeric beings made from the composition of several animals. 4. The subject was run over by a truck transporting Marlboro cigarettes. 5. The Lady-Boss takes no bullshit. 6. Researcher Posada's Note: So far the HI has failed to provide compelling evidence for this claim. 7. People of good upbringing. 8. Researcher Posada's Note: How are any of the last five points even remotely relevant? 9. Sistema de Alerta Teológica Mexicano (Mexican Theological Alert System) 10. Traditional Día de Muertos makeup evoking a decorated skull. 11. A.K.A. La Santa Muerte (The Holy Death), La Catrina (The Gentlewoman), La Patrona (The Lady-Boss), La Dama Pálida (The Pale Lady), La Niña Blanca (The White Girl), La Flaquita (The Skinny One), La Huesuda (The Bony One), La Tiznada (The Tarnished), La Parca (The Reaper), La Malquerida (The Unloved), La Viuda Blanca (The White Widow), La Dueña de los Alebrijes (Mistress of the Alebrijes), la Madrina (The Godmother), Azrael (Angel of Death), and Mictecacíhuatl (Lady of the Dead). 12. French pioneer of photography, radicated in Mexico. 13. Today I took a picture of Death. 14. Mexican convenience stores chain. 15. In Mexico every day is Day of the Dead 16. For moments, I didn't know if I was talking to a person in Catrina make-up or an actual skull. 17. Famous Mexican surrealist artist. Died in 2011. 18. I loved it. Leonora will be delighted when she sees the pictures. UwU. 19. This flower is associated with Día de Muertos and is used to decorate altars. 20. Article of the Mexican Constitution that establishes religious freedom. Researcher Posada's Note: The HI is really way out of line with this one. 21. A Kingdom of the Pure awaits us. 22. A localized ΩK-Class Scenario confined to a particular country. 23. Sistema de Alerta Teológica Mexicano (Mexican Theological Alert System) 24. Traditional Día de Muertos makeup evoking a decorated skull. 25. A.K.A. La Santa Muerte (The Holy Death), La Catrina (The Gentlewoman), La Patrona (The Lady-Boss), La Dama Pálida (The Pale Lady), La Niña Blanca (The White Girl), La Flaquita (The Skinny One), La Huesuda (The Bony One), La Tiznada (The Tarnished), La Parca (The Reaper), La Malquerida (The Unloved), La Viuda Blanca (The White Widow), La Dueña de los Alebrijes (Mistress of the Alebrijes), Azrael (Angel of Death), and Mictecacíhuatl (Lady of the Dead). 26. This flower is associated with Día de Muertos and is used to decorate altars. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6755" by Kilerpoyo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6755. Licensed under CC-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-6756

thaumiel

{$caption} Anorrack SCP-6756: DUMP YOUR PLASTIC IN THE OCEAN (674 words) Author: Anorrack Author Page Articles you may enjoy: Out of Options: The heist was supposed to go according to script. Oh, how it all comes tumbling down… UIU File: 2024-092 (The SAINT SEBASTIAN SLASHER) The tentacle led to a puncture wound in his abdomen, ultimately connected to a small, plastic object buried in his chest cavity that resembled a child's toy boat covered in tumors. Voice of Rage and Ruin: Behind enemy lines in the Pacific. A resurrection ritual gone awry. Forget the others, can Kiran save himself? Dead Men Tell Tales: Florida's governor is kidnapped, and the UIU is on the case. How many corpses have the kidnappers left behind? Item #: SCP-6756 Special Containment Procedures (UPDATED, SEE ADDENDUM): SCP-6756 is to be kept in a freezer of a coastal Site when not in active use. The freezer is to be maintained at a subzero temperature (<0° Celsius) at all times, with access prohibited to all but those with the relevant security clearance. Every three months, SCP-6756 should be transported to the Gulf of Mexico and seeded into the Gulf Stream via the SCPS Feisty Frolic, maintaining current particulate density in the North Atlantic Gyre. This schedule shall continue until monitoring of CATALYTIC CHERNOBYL deems it unnecessary. Upon the notification of HELL'S HEART activity via WATCHDOG, SCP-6756 is to be loaded upon SCPS Feisty Frolic for seeding operations in the occupied waters. The shavings from SCP-6756 should be no larger than 1 cm for maximum uptake. Feisty Frolic is to maintain a freezer for mobile storage of SCP-6756 and its particulate. The Foundation is to parcel $33 million USD annually to philanthropists, think-tanks, and NGOs (The Wilks Brothers, Heartland Institute, the Koch Foundations, etc.) that produce scientific data and observations supporting policies that positively impact the efficacy of CATALYTIC CHERNOBYL. Description: SCP-6756 is an amorphous mass of solid alpha-olefin (a volatile petrochemical precursor) and paraffin wax. The size of SCP-6756 varies, but when stable and inactive it has a mass of 700 kilograms and a radius of 2 meters. When kept at a temperature above 0°C, the chemical makeup and morphology of SCP-6756 undergoes rapid change into a hitherto-uncategorized hydrocarbon, and begins to extrude various plastic and petrochemical products. The type, quality, and rate of extrusion of these products vary depending on the ambient temperature, ranging from simple short-chain polymers at temperatures between 0-15°C1, to more complex long-chain plastics and polymers above 20°C2. While this process is technically ectoentropic in terms of net energy, it is also slightly endothermic, meaning that when left unattended, SCP-6756 quickly becomes dormant as polymer production lowers the ambient temperature below its active threshold. SCP-6756 was discovered within a Progress Research Institute laboratory in Kosovo after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. From recovered documentation, it has been determined that SCP-6756 was meant to be a method of mass-manufacturing plastics for domestic and industrial use, but the project was eventually shuttered due to economic uncertainty and the lack of quality control in the output of SCP-6756. PROJECT: CATALYTIC CHERNOBYL Following the Dutch Harbor incident of 1993, the Foundation was made aware of the existence of autonomous, nuclear-equipped cetaceans created and controlled by the United States Pentagram3 (filed under EXTERNAL PROJECT: HELL'S HEART) to act as a covert reconnaissance and first-strike platform. Through a combination of sexual reproduction and radiation exposure, HELL'S HEART became hostile and unresponsive to Pentagram orders, leading to aquatic nuclear proliferation as the population naturally grew. Pursuant to an emergency executive order issued by the Domestic Security Council, the Pentagram released the majority of its files and documentation to the GOC and Foundation as a gesture of good faith. Using the Pentagram's documents, it was deduced that uranoclasts4 preferentially bind to certain hydrocarbons instead of fissile isotopes, leading to an uncontrollable accretion and supercriticality of the uranium core. This meltdown leads to the quick neutralization of the whale, with little harm done to the external environment. As such, the Foundation has developed Project CATALYTIC CHERNOBYL — which utilizes SCP-6756, industrial waste, and other plentiful sources of hydrocarbon polymers to seed areas of suspected HELL'S HEART activity. Per a 1996 simulation released to the GOC and relevant governments, the majority of particulates utilized in CATALYTIC CHERNOBYL will most likely settle in the deep ocean, causing little disturbance to important habitats or inhabited locales. The current timeline projects CATALYTIC CHERNOBYL to initiate Q2 1997. Addendum-03/1997: As of March of this year, deployment of Project CATALYTIC CHERNOBYL has been suspended. Due to natural and economic forces, the plastic particulate density in seawater has risen to suitable levels that as such require no further intervention by the Foundation. HELL'S HEART activity is projected to cease entirely by 2008. «COLLATED PROCUREMENT ORDERS IN REGARDS TO PROJECT: HELL'S HEART|| Footnotes 1. Extruding between 20-400 kilograms of new material per hour. 2. Exceeding 700 kilograms per hour. 3. Anomalous branch of the DoD. 4. Specialized cells within the organisms that solubilize uranium carboxides to maintain subcriticality. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6756" by Anorrack, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6756. Licensed under CC-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: Hells-Heart.png Author: Anorrack License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-6756/Hells-Heart.png

SCP-6757

euclid

By Marcelles D. Raynes Link To Guide Item#:6757 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Special Containment Procedures The current host of SCP-6757 is to remain in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-83. SCP-6757 is permitted to perform sleight of hand tricks for Foundation personnel upon request, however, any tricks that require personnel to come into physical contact with SCP-6757 are strictly forbidden. Personnel caught in breach of this protocol are to be exchanged with the previous host. Description SCP-6757 and SCP-6757-1 SCP-6757 is the collective designation for a hive-mind organism inhabiting 52 unique playing cards. Each component of SCP-6757 exhibits the same anomalous property: complete erasure of the consciousness of the organism physically possessing it1. This overwrite is temporary, however, and organisms affected by SCP-6757 will return to baseline behavior once the object is no longer in their possession. SCP-6757 will use its host, designated SCP-6757-1, as a vector to execute its goals, which primarily consist of performing various sleight of hand tricks. The anomaly imbues its host with Class II reality-bending capabilities, however; it has only demonstrated a desire to utilize these abilities to aid in its performances. ADDENDUM.01: Containment SCP-6757 was contained following numerous reports of a street magician self-identifying as "The Great Mumbo Jumbo" performing conventionally impossible sleight of hand tricks to general audiences with resounding positive reception. Several recordings of these performances were uploaded to media hosting sites, and using advanced Foundation surveillance techniques, it was deduced that the subject was based within the northeastern New Jersey area. MTF Lambda-5 ("Walkmen") was dispatched to investigate the Garden State Plaza following the discovery of a livestream featuring the subject on November 4th, 2016. The following footage was captured from a Twitch stream. All witnesses were found and amnesticized. <Begin Log> Relevant footage begins, showing a small crowd of approximately fifteen to twenty individuals gathered in the food court outside of Chipotle. At the center of the group, standing on top of a plastic milk crate is a man dressed in a black sweater and jeans, flourishing cards. The audience appears encapsulated by the performance, judging by the number of gasps and expressions of exasperation from audience members. The performer is visually pleased with the reception. Mumbo Jumbo: Behold as I wield the power of time with my bare hands. Ladies and gentlemen, I can guarantee you've never seen anything quite like this before. Watch closely now… the subject throws the cards2 into the air, scattering them. As the cards fall, the subject gesticulates in wide circles around himself in a counter-clockwise motion. The cards abruptly cease their downward momentum and remain suspended in the air for several seconds before levitating toward the subject's open palm, stacking themselves in a pile on top of one another. The crowd applauds. Mumbo Jumbo: Thank you, friends, thank you. How about another one? Several simultaneous words of encouragement from the crowd. At this point, MTF Lambda-5 agents arrive on the scene, disguised as mall security guards. The subject notices the agents and approaches Lambda-5 Alpha with the cards fanned out in front of him. Mumbo Jumbo: Pick a card, ma'am, any card! Alpha selects a card and examines it. The subject begins riffling through the deck. Mumbo Jumbo: Now, if you'd be so kind as to return it to the deck. Any point you like. Alpha: Actually sir, I need you to come with— Mumbo Jumbo: Just a second of your time is all I'm asking for, ma'am. Alpha sighs and returns the card to the deck. The subject flourishes the deck for several seconds before passing his hand over it. When the hand is removed, the deck has vanished, save for one card. He shows the card to Alpha, and it is the same one she selected at the start of the trick. Mumbo Jumbo: Ta-da! SCP-6757-13: Wow, that was impressive! You really are a great magician, sir. And handsome too. Mumbo Jumbo: Why thank you, ma'am. Just using the gifts God gave me. Now, for my last trick, please take this card and check your pocket. SCP-6757-1 takes the card and checks her pocket. It withdraws the remainder of the deck and returns the missing card to the top. SCP-6757-1 applauds, as does the audience. The subject appears visibly confused. Mumbo Jumbo: Uh, like, what the hell? SCP-6757-1: Excuse me, sir, you need to come with us. Magicians have been banned from the food court. Mumbo Jumbo: Magician? I'm not— SCP-6757-1: Arrest him! Beta and Delta move on either side of the subject and apprehend him, before escorting him out of the food court. The audience begins to disperse as additional disguised Foundation agents arrive on the scene. The camera operator remains focused on Alpha, who is surrounded by the other Foundation agents. SCP-6757-1: Well gentlemen, who's up for a magic trick? <End Log> ADDENDUM.02: Interview 1 The following is an interview conducted by Doctor Rowe during the initial containment of SCP-6757-1. Interviewer: Doctor Rowe Interviewed: SCP-6757-1 <Begin Log> Foreward: At this point in time, SCP-6757 had transferred possession from Alpha to Containment Specialist Marcus Blaine during the process of containment. Rowe: So, you're a magician? SCP-6757-1: Not just a magician, buddy. I'm the magician. The Great Mumbo Jumbo! Rowe: Oh you're that magician. I've heard of you before, big fan. SCP-6757-1: Shit really? I really didn't think… Rowe: Of course, you're a sensation at Site-83. Everyone's heard of you, and we are all huge fans. SCP-6757-1: Laying it on a little thick there, fella. Rowe: My apologies. Look, I was just wondering how you came to be… (He gestures vaguely) this. SCP-6757-1: You mean a disembodied spirit. Rowe: Sure. SCP-6757-1: Funny story about that, actually. See, I always wanted to be a magician. I used to practice in the long hours of my night after track practice and homework, all that typical high school shit. I was good too, I think. Mom certainly thought so, but she thinks I'm good at everything. Toxic positivity and all that, you know how it is. Rowe: I do. SCP-6757-1: Right, right. So uh, wait what was the question? Rowe: I asked how you came to be a disembodied spirit. SCP-6757-1: Oh right. Silence. Rowe: Well? SCP-6757-1: A magician never reveals his secrets. <End Log> ADDENDUM.03: Interview 2 Following the initial interview with SCP-6757-1, the entity refused to co-operate with Foundation personnel when questioned about its personal life prior to Containment, or any other revealing questions. Instead, SCP-6757-1 would attempt to perform various magic tricks or switch hosts when confronted with direct questions about itself. This behavior continued for several weeks until Jack Bright was transferred to Site-83 at Site Director Chin's request. Interviewer: Doctor Jack Bright Interviewed: SCP-6757-14 Foreward: Doctor Bright was specifically brought to Site-83 under the working theory that her anomalous attributes would not only create equilibrium, but that Doctor Bright's anomalous properties would facilitate establishing an empathetic connection with SCP-6757-1. Dr. Bright: Hello, SCP-6757. Do you mind if I call you the Great Mumbo Jumbo, or would Mumbo work just as well? SCP-6757-1: Mumbo works fine, compadré. Hey, before we begin this whole interrogation shtick, how 'bout a magic trick? Dr. Bright: (She shrugs.) Suppose it wouldn't hurt. SCP-6757-1: Excellent! Do me a favor and pick a card, any card you like. I'm gonna show you that I can read your mind. SCP-6757-1 fans out SCP-6757 in front of Dr. Bright, gesturing vaguely over them and making several "whooshing" noises. Dr. Bright reaches out to take one of the cards. SCP-6757-1: Ahtahtahtahtah! Slowly, missus… Dr. Bright: Bright. SCP-6757-1: Right, Mrs. Bright, make light, choose right, don't let the bed bugs bite! (It laughs.) Dr. Bright removes a card from the center and examines it. SCP-6757-1: Now, let me close my eyes. And your card is—don't tell me— the Jack of Clubs! Dr. Bright: You're right. SCP-6757-1: Of course I'm right, but… you're still you. Dr. Bright: What do you mean? SCP-6757-1: My… I should have… why aren't you me? Dr. Bright: (She returns the card.) It seems we have a bit more in common than you might think. Now, if pleasantries are out of the way, I'd like to continue the interview. SCP-6757-1: Tell me how you did it. I want to know how you resisted my mind control. Dr. Bright: Now, now, Mumbo. A magician never reveals her secrets. SCP-6757-1: Hrmph. Fair enough. How about a trade? An exchange of forbidden knowledge, the magician's code. I tell you how I perform a trick and in exchange, you tell me how to perform one of your own. Do we have an accord? Dr. Bright: Very well. I believe my colleague asked you how you came to be a… (She checks her notes.) disembodied spirit. Explain that for me, if you can. SCP-6757-1: Alright so, check this: I wasn't always a deck of cards as you can probably imagine. I used to be human, a hot piece of work that called himself a magician. When I worked at the GSP5 I was talk of the town. I blew the minds of the girls at Wetzle's6, Sketchers, Hot Topic, you name it. Everyone in that mall knew about Mumbo Jumbo, and everyone loved me. But… Dr. Bright: But? SCP-6757-1: Someone loved me a little too much. Dr. Bright: Oh? What happened? SCP-6757-1: I'm getting to that, sheesh. Her name was Courtney, and she was beautiful. I showed her a few tricks back when I was alive that dazzled her, ya know? Like, really dazzled her. We um, fell in love. Not at first, mind you, this ain't a fuckin' Disney movie, but, yeah. And then she started getting weird. Dr. Bright: Weird in what way? SCP-6757-1: Controlling. Real fucking controlling. I hated it, but what was I supposed to do? I was in love with the girl. So when she started telling me I couldn't do magic anymore I stopped. I wanted to respect her boundaries but not performing was so, so hard. Like taking a fish out of water and then asking it to swim on land. It was killing me. And then it killed me, I mean, I killed me. Dr. Bright: I'm sorry for your loss. SCP-6757-1: Loss? After they buried me, I thought I'd move on to the great hall of magicians in the sky but, nah. Next thing I know I'm bound to my Theory 11's and in Courtney's hands. Guess she was getting ready to throw all my stuff out. Dr. Bright: It must be rather freeing to exist without human restrictions. But why continue to perform? SCP-6757-1: Would you expect a fish to do anything other than swim, given the chance? Dr. Bright: Hm. I suppose not. SCP-6757-1: Now, for my question. How exactly did you manage to resist the mind control? Dr. Bright touches her amulet briefly before raising to exit the containment chamber. Dr. Bright: I'm afraid that's classified. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Possession, in this case, refers to containing SCP-6757 on one's person, be it in a pocket, a hand, or in a personal bag. 2. Later confirmed to be SCP-6757. 3. As Alpha had taken a card belonging to SCP-6757, she was temporarily converted into an SCP-6757-1 instance. 4. Now possessing the body of Level 1 Researcher Nicole Kytten. 5. Garden State Plaza, the location where SCP-6757 was discovered and contained. 6. A fastfood chain that primarily serves large, baked pretzels. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6757" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6757. Licensed under CC-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: Mumbo Name: The Magician Author: Pablo License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr

SCP-6759

euclid

Item#: 6759 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: notice Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Recovered image from SCP-6759 exploration Special Containment Procedures: The site housing the entrance to SCP-6759 has been acquired by the Foundation and Provisional Site-89 has been built around it; Site-89 is to be staffed by at least four armed guards at all times. Only Foundation personnel are granted access to Site-89; any civilians within the perimeter are to be administered Class-A amnestics and escorted off the premises. SCP-6759-1 instances found within the perimeter of Site-89 are to be interviewed and escorted back to SCP-6759. Interviewers are encouraged to inquire about topics such as their experience within the city and the nature of "The Crux". Exploration into SCP-6759 must be authorized by Director Fuschl. Personnel exiting SCP-6759 must undergo a 2-hour quarantine and a standard decontamination procedure. Description: SCP-6759 is an extradimensional, labyrinthine space composed of alleyways and buildings, it conforms to none of Euclid's 15 postulates. Layout, architectural style, and materials are inconsistent between buildings. Regardless of what side is viewed, observers will perceive the front of the building. The buildings' heights cannot be determined, as upon inspection they appear to extend indefinitely into the sky, only obscured from view by a thick fog. Testing has provided inconclusive results on the composition of the fog. Attempts to measure the height of buildings within SCP-6759 via drones have failed. Various cognitive hazards are present within SCP-6759, at the time of writing none have proven lethal or significantly dangerous. The entry to SCP-6759 is located between ██ and ██ street, New York City. It appears to be a standard alleyway but ends in a separate passageway with no visible light passing through. SCP-6759 does not adhere to any known laws of physics; gravity is inconsistent and matter can be created and destroyed, with temporal anomalies being common. Any effects inflicted on subjects disappear shortly after exiting SCP-6759. SCP-6759-1 instances are the inhabitants of SCP-6759 and vary wildly between appearance and properties, although are usually non-anomalous humans. SCP-6759-1 instances regard the city as their home and act like typical New York citizens, speaking the local dialect where of the area SCP-6759 is found in. Many instances incorporate the various anomalies of the city into their lifestyle; when questioned about their lifestyle within SCP-6759, they claim it is the way things normally are. SCP-6759-2 is the broad designation given to other anomalies found within SCP-6759. Such as anomalous entities or objects separate from buildings. Addendum 6759.1: Exploration log Initial Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 12/08/2018 Exploration Team: Special Agent Goodwell, Special Agent Jenkins. Foreword: Shortly after the discovery of SCP-6759, two agents were sent into the anomaly to gain intelligence about the interior. Each member was supplied with reality anchors, Kant counters, and cognitohazard-detectors, along with standard exploration gear to prepare for any hazards detected by Foundation drones before the mission. [BEGIN LOG] Site Command: Recording's starting. Goodwell: Ready? Jenkins: Ready. Jenkins and Goodwell step through the threshold, and the camera feed cuts to static for two seconds before reconnecting Goodwell: Holy shit. Agents Goodwell and Jenkins appear to be in a wide alleyway. Buildings are standard as to what would be expected outside the anomaly, apart from the gaping mouth on the nearest left. Most other buildings seem to have some variations. There is a stegosaurus present, and a few abstract shapes, There are also some standard civilians within the anomaly, apart from an instance who is wearing all of its clothes backward. The video quality has lowered significantly. Jenkins: Jeez, you weren't kidding Shan, this place does look… bizarre, to say the least. Goodwell: I'm sure there's a pattern. I'm waiting for some wizards to come out and tell us this is just a weirder part of Three Portlands. Jenkins: Well, we'll see. An SCP-6759-1 instance is seen approaching. It is wearing khaki shorts and a stained tank top. SCP-6759-1 Instance: Yo, y'all the 'xterminators? Jenkins: No sir, we are conducting an investi'ation. SCP-6759-1 Instance: Woah, woah! I ain't tryna fight 'ere! If you're the cops round 'ere I don't got any beef. Jenkins: No we're… Would you mind telling us if you saw anything suspicious? The SCP-6759-1 instance winks. SCP-6759-1 Instance: Anything for New York's finest, bit earlier on I peeped somethin' over at Grondo's Casino over there. Don't tell 'em I told you aight? Jenkins: Thanks. A faint rhythmic beating is heard. SCP-6759-1 Instance: Don't snitch! 'Member, follow our heart. The Crux beckons. The SCP-6759-1 instance walks to a tricycle that it mounts. After snapping its fingers 7 times, the instance and the tricycle sink violently into the ground. Jenkins: The 'ell? Goodwell: Wh- Huh? Goodwell: Focus, focus. That could be the building he meant, I'm assuming so, given the slot machines jutting out the side over there. Alright, Jenkins, ready the anchor. Jenkins: Shan, I think we've been through enough missions together to be on a first-name basis. Agent Goodwell sighs. Goodwell: Not now. Jenkins: Okay, okay. Jenkins pulls out the reality anchor from his pack and readies the activation mechanism. Goodwell: The entities here seem non-hostile, but keep range and keep your guard up. Agent Goodwell and Jenkins approach the building, Jenkins turns on the reality anchor but on activation it melts into gummy worms. Jenkins: Wha- I'm uhh… Guessin', we can't use those 'ere. Goodwell: Shit, that's a bad sign. But we just started the mission. It wouldn't be worth the funds to leave now. Goodwell: I'll run a perimeter check. Agent Goodwell walks around the left side of the building, a wooden trapdoor manifests where she was previously standing, and she climbs out of it. Goodwell: Nothing new. I'll enter the building, you stay out here to keep guard and make sure nothing happens. Jenkins: Great. Agent Jenkins goes to stand outside the door. Jenkins: Command you seein' this? There's some sort of mold out here, it's purrin' at me. Bit cute actually. Jenkins bends down to touch the mold, and when he does, it becomes a matryoshka doll. Jenkins: Huh? Goodwell enters the building while Jenkins remains posted outside the door, as she enters the camera feed turns to static. Goodwell: Bigger on the inside, I guess. Site Command: Video cut out, describe your surroundings. Goodwell: Interior appears to be larger than seen on the outside. Here's what I believe is the other side of the slot machines. They are rectangular and have scales, it looks like they're pulsating and twitching. I caught a glimpse of some sort of visual cognitohazard, not sure what it was, but now my left arm is green, and it tingles a bit. The layout seems like a regular casino, but some of the gambling machines are dispensing candy corn, and further into the room the floor is flooded. The inhabitants look like regular civilians. There are also these butterflies with more wings on their wings. Recovered from Agent Goodwell's camera1. Splashes are heard, presumably, Goodwell is stepping into the water. Goodwell: There is a slug with the head of Abraham Lincoln. It's carrying a platter of some kind of viscous yellow substance to me. SCP-6759-2 Instance: Unintelligible.2 Goodwell: Excuse me? The SCP-6759-2 instance gives no further response. Goodwell: Instance appears… Harmless. Agent Goodwell is heard shuffling away from the instance. Goodwell: I'm going to investigate somewhere else. 2 minutes of silence apart from occasional splashes and footsteps. Goodwell: Found something, it's a normal slot machine, but its payline resembles what appears to be fruits I believe, but they don't seem to be like any I've ever seen. There is also a very large lever on the side. Agent Goodwell grunts and a mechanical beep is heard, followed by a thud. Goodwell: Thing punched me! There's a note here, "Don't gamble, kids". Goodwell is heard muttering indiscernibly under her breath. Goodwell: I'll keep searching. 12 minutes of silence apart from occasional splashes, footsteps, and clattering. A faint rhythmic beating is heard. Goodwell: I'm further into the building now. There are more of the slug things from earlier, but different presidents, there's Ilham Aliyev3, Jack Pithey4, and Stephanus Schoeman5. Note: Prior to this mission, Agent Goodwell had no experience regarding the political history of Rhodesia, Azerbaijan, or South Africa. Goodwell: More slot machines, but I won't pull any more levers. The room here is becoming more cavernous as I venture further in, it doesn't seem like there's anything worth finding in here. I'll get ba- HEY, YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE! Agent Goodwell begins running, presumably away from the entrance since the audio feed begins cutting out. Goodwell: Command come in! There's an ag- All connection from Agent Goodwell is lost. Site Command: Agent Goodwell? Come in Agent Goodwell! Jenkins, are you still there? Jenkins: Yeah, I'm just sittin' 'ere. Stoppin' and bein' smelled by the flowers. How much longer do I 'ave to stay here? Site Command: Are you able to get out? Jenkins: Yes, the entrance is still 'ere, there was a little blue fellow earlier who tried to take it away but I shooed 'im off. Site Command: We lost Agent Goodwell. Get back, we don't want you lost either. Jenkins: What? Shouldn't I go in there and look for 'er? Site Command: Too risky. Jenkins: So I just leave? No! Site Command: Jenkins, push your personal feelings aside, and get out. Jenkins: Fuck you, I'm gonna find 'er. Site Command: We're afraid that if you do that, you'll be classified as lost as well. Agent Jenkins kicks at the ground, a section of which grunts and shouts profanity. Jenkins: … After 30 seconds, Agent Jenkins exits SCP-6759. Closing statement: Little information was gathered on the nature of SCP-6759 and the mission was deemed a failure. Agent Goodwell is classified as missing. Agent Jenkins' request for another mission into SCP-6759 has been denied. Addendum 6759.2: On 17/09/2018, a stack of handwritten documents formatted as standard SCP personal exploration logs on A4 paper was found outside the entrance to SCP-6759. The handwriting, DNA, and fingerprints on the paper match Agent Shan Goodwell. Further research into SCP-6759 is currently ongoing. + Access SCP-6759 logs - Hide SCP-6759 logs SCP-6759 Personal Exploration Log.1 This is Agent Shan Goodwell and I'm writing this from the inner dimension of SCP-6759. These logs are to act as an account of my experience here for research purposes. Or as a black box, although hopefully, it won't come to that. I'm writing these entries on paper I found growing on the bark of a tree. The pencil was gifted to me by someone who asked me to reattach their arm. She didn't seem distressed, and I did a first aid course back at the academy. Turns out I just had to push it into the stump and all the muscles, and veins fused back together. The pencil is alright, just standard graphite with a button on the end that makes my next word glitter. I'll do my best to refrain from pushing it. If you're reading this, Jenkins, I suppose I should provide context to my disappearance; I was exploring deeper in the casino, when I saw an inhabitant wearing a UIU badge, at the time I was acting rashly and shouldn't have gone after him, but I thought this place was a part of Three Portlands or some weirder Nexus. I apologize for my actions, it was negligent of me to leave. At the time I wanted answers and wasn't thinking clearly. When I shouted to him he attempted to flee, and I pursued him. When he was apprehended, his UIU badge turned into a GOC emblem, then into an SCP logo. When I tried to exit the building, I found myself in an entirely different place. I concluded at that point I was lost. Given how violently non-euclidean this place is, I figured there's no way of reliably finding anything here, I hope you didn't follow me. It would have proven futile, and you most likely would have ended up in the same situation as me. Once apprehended, I took the inhabitant into an empty building. The interior was a single office block but all the stationary seemed to be made of felt or knitted together in some way. I assumed the wool would soundproof the area but everything echoed. It seemed adequate to hold an impromptu interview, and I'm not sure where I might have found better options. I held a rudimentary interview using my supplies on hand. I've attached a transcript of the interview below. Please excuse the rushed handwriting. I had to try and transcribe the interview afterwards. SCP-6759 Interview.1 Interviewed: SCP-6759 Resident Interviewer: Agent Goodwell Foreword: Goal of the interview was to deduce information about SCP-6759. Performed with improvised equipment. <Begin Log, 12/08/2018>6 Agent Goodwell: Begin interview, who are you? SCP-6759 Resident: My name is Garrett Cristiano, I'm 27 years old. What did I do wrong, officer? I promise I never meant to water that plingod! Agent Goodwell: I don't work with the police, and what's a plingod? SCP-6759 Resident: Are you new here? Agent Goodwell: Yes, I suppose. Are you able to answer some more questions? SCP-6759 Resident: You look like you would make a good fit here. I'd be happy to answer some questions, ma'am. Agent Goodwell: Thank you, Do you have any affiliation with any anomalous organization? SCP-6759 Resident: I'm not sure what you mean. Agent Goodwell: The GOC, UIU, Chaos Insurgency, do you recognize the badges you were wearing? SCP-6759 Resident: No, the badge was growing on my shirt for a week, glad it's gone. It was a nightmare to clean. Agent Goodwell: Are badges growing on clothes a regular occurrence here? SCP-6759 Resident: No, I bet I was just unlucky. Agent Goodwell: Right. Next question, Why are you here? SCP-6759 resident: I live here, as a matter of fact, just up 2,372nd avenue by the bodega. I work as a penguin dipper on the left of the Crux. Agent Goodwell: What's the Crux? SCP-6759 Resident: Ya know, it's the Crux. Agent Goodwell: Please elaborate, Cristiano. SCP-6759 Resident: I don't know. It's just the Crux. Agent Goodwell: Well… Yes, but what does it do? SCP-6759 Resident: Umm, it does the laundry, for starters. Agent Goodwell: The Crux… Does the laundry? Is that it? SCP-6759 Resident: Well yeah, among other things. Agent Goodwell: This is going nowhere, what's the point of the Crux? A faint rhythmic beating is heard. SCP-6759 Resident: Well it do- A thick fog manifested within the interrogation room, engulfing the SCP-6759 Resident. When the fog cleared, the subject disappeared and a Funko Inc™ brand bobblehead was found with a similar appearance to the resident in its place. Approximately 2 minutes later, the resident fell from the ceiling, unchanged apart from a mole above its upper lip. Agent Goodwell: Are you okay? That looked pretty rough. SCP-6759 Resident: I am cauterized. Agent Goodwell: Sorry? SCP-6759 Resident: The Crux needs me elsewhere, have you any more questions? Agent Goodwell: What happened? What did you do? SCP-6759 Resident: Follow our heart. The skin and muscles of the SCP-6759 resident appear to unfurl, and its bones turn to dust. <End Log, 12/08/2018> SCP-6759 Personal Exploration Log.2 This is Agent Shan Goodwell. Once the subject was gone, I tried to find a place to rest. I was probing each building individually, a lot of buildings were rooms filled with random objects and furniture in no particular order or pattern. Some notable exceptions included: a tennis court where the net was made of frankfurters and the floor was satin sheets, a medieval dungeon with inverted colors and a transparent lawn flamingo in the center, and a giant cat litter tray. I settled on a food court to stay the night, it's quite big and the food is adequate, edible, and possibly Greek. I mentioned my writing supplies and most other necessities and comforts were easily scavenged in the street. I set up a place to rest and blocked the door. There are a few other people in here but they have their own rooms behind the various food outlets, which I assume is where they live. I'll write my next entry once I get a better grasp of my situation. SCP-6759 Personal Exploration Log.3 This is Agent Shan Goodwell, it's been a while since my last entry. Time doesn't work here, or at least there isn't a normal day-night other than sudden and unexpected bursts of light or short periods of extreme darkness. I gave up on finding a stationary place to stay, every time I either woke up somewhere else or return to it and find another building in its place. I've survived by keeping all my belongings on my person and resting in any place that looks comfortable. I've discovered some things about this place over the last few days (hours? Weeks?), nothing here is inherently hostile to life, although there were some beings earlier that, as nice as they seemed, I don't think I could have survived being near them. The people here are mostly normal; I interviewed a few more of them. All the interviews go along the same lines. Going to work, describing their daily routine, and something about football and the Bronx. I'm not quite sure if this counts as anything, but I know it definitely exists. Every resident I've interviewed here has had some sort of reaction when I mentioned The Crux; they all just looked scared and ran away. I never pressed any of them further after the first one. It's clear that whatever The Crux is, it is of importance to the city, and I don't know where or what it is. It's been difficult here, hardly any of my training applies here. I've had to relearn everything I knew to try and learn about this place. But I feel strangely welcome here. Note: 14 Interview transcripts were among the papers, however, have been removed for brevity given how similar they all are. -Fuschl. SCP-6759 Personal Exploration Log.4 This is Agent Shan Goodwell. Still lost, I gave up on making a theory for this place. There is no hidden code written in the bricks, there is no secret governing body, no gangs, groups, or anything else. The only real thing is The Crux and I can't find it. I've been trying to find it for… It feels like forever. I settled on walking around until things happen. I can never predict any events that happen. From what I know maybe it's the best way of finding the Crux. Honestly though? Once I realized nothing here was inherently hostile or particularly dangerous, this place got a lot more bearable. I might be going crazy, I started hearing static and it just gets louder the farther I go, and it started beating. "Protocol-25-C-1: If separated from your group in a pocket dimension or are lost with no means of being found in the foreseeable future, keep a log of any and all experiences or events so that researchers may use it for research if found." I'm surprised I still remember that. I suppose that what I liked about the foundation was its structure, which externally looked like a chaotic, bureaucratic nightmare, but everything had a reason and a goal. No point in writing down my "day" to "day" experiences, at this point I'm sure any researchers have given up on finding a purpose in this place. SCP-6759 Personal Exploration Log.5 This is Agent Shan Goodwell. I still haven't found the Crux yet. But I feel closer. It's like a… Well, I can't really explain it. Imagine you're deep underwater, and there's no light, and suddenly you feel the pressure around you change, like you're no longer in a large body of water, but a smaller one. Is that how water works? Whatever. Something's different, I'm not sure what exactly caused it, maybe I was just going long enough, or I did something, right? I can hardly remember my partner's face. Jennings, I think. I've been thinking about the Foundation recently, mostly how I liked the structure and bureaucracy of it all. I could always get through whichever mission I was given because I knew there was a protocol or a procedure that would lead me out of whichever monster I was fighting, or hell I was in. Maybe that's why I'm warming up to this place, I can sense an order under all of it. As if it's all connected. Maybe the citizens had it right all along. SCP-6759 Personal Exploration Log.6 This is Agent Shan Goodwell again. I was right for once, I found it. I don't even think there were any clues. I just thought that with enough time I was bound to find The Crux. Let me clarify that I'm writing this log as I'm approaching. I suppose I should describe it. There is a clearing, way bigger than anything I've seen, it's just a big, empty, perfect square, where everything ends in a stark white, concrete. It's honestly quite jarring after walking through the cramped alleys I've become familiar with. It's so loud. All the weirdness of the rest of the city keeps out of here, you can tell there's a clear line between all the oddities and the square. As I walked, in, some of the citizens looked at me weirdly, like they were envious. Even the many-limbed sea lion that's been following me for the past few days ran off. I might be too wary from my time here, but I even walked around the square and it actually stayed the same, for once a square had 4 sides! In the center of the square, there is a big heart; its arteries and veins are connected to the floor, still beating. It speaks to me, I think it might be the city. Finally, I can see it all now. It's everywhere, and everything in it bears its mark. I can hear a heartbeat now. I was right. I was right from the beginning, it's all the Crux, the roads are veins, and the people its blood. If this is its heart I'll soon flow to the rest of its body. I'll be a part of it soon. It's beautiful, and I'd like to see more of this creature. It's telling me to enter it. How can the flow of blood deny the beating heart? Note: The final document appears to have been written much more recently, as opposed to the rest of the papers which are more creased and appear to have scorch marks and glitter. Shan's Diary 72/45/12724 This is Agent Goodwell, the thing is to I'm still Shan Goodwell. This is going to be my final log; there's a portal door here to the rest of New York which is why I'm writing this. I owe you enough to give you my papers. I think I'll stay here, I want to see more of it, perhaps I'll find the lungs next. Goodbye. Follow our heart. Footnotes 1. Agent Goodwell's camera was reclaimed in another exploration 2. 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SCP-6760

euclid

CROM AU GOD by Liryn and LORDXVNV Item #: SCP-6760 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6760 is presently maintained by RAISA, within Unit 102-K, Euclid-Wing, Site-07. SCP-6760 is not to be operated without proper clearance, under any circumstances. Proposals for the future utilization of SCP-6760 are to be forwarded to RAISA. SCP-6760 is not to be used for the purposes of gathering evangelical, metaphysical, eschatological, teleological, or otherwise theological data. + Access Archived Containment Procedures - Close Archived Containment Procedures SCP-6760 is maintained by the Department of Tactical Theology, within Unit 530-C, Safe-Wing, Site-07. SCP-6760 is not to be operated without proper clearance, under any circumstances. All queries suitable for use with SCP-6760 are permitted. However, priority will be given to queries of interest to the Department of Tactical Theology. Description: SCP-6760 is a hyper-complex machine intelligence built by the Foundation Department of Tactical Theology. SCP-6760 possesses several experimental components which lend it the following anomalous analytical capabilities: Ultra-high-fidelity probing and mapping of the Infosphere; Widespread pataphysical data-processing; Ontokinetic and semiontological reality manipulation — for the purposes of revealing unknowable and/or inaccessible information. SCP-6760 was built as a software framework, surrounding the existing Foundation artificial intelligence construct CROM.aic — chosen for its unparalleled analytical processing skillset. SCP-6760 was created for the purpose of determining "objective truth" via comprehensive mapping of the entirety of human knowledge and further extrapolation. Addendum 6760-1, Test Log / Incident 6760-A: On 05/14/2030, succeeding permission from the O5 Council, SCP-6760 was activated, and its CROM.aic communications terminal was initialized. Communication with SCP-6760 is accomplished in the form of data queries; operators may present a data point, object, or entity. This information is then processed by SCP-6760 and a simple descriptive response is generated. SCP-6760 also returns information describing the founder, progenitor, or other creator of the selected concept, but due to fundamental design constraints describes these creator entities as "authors"..Shortened to "au" in the command line. Complex queries — those which are not able to be communicated by the declaration of a single object or entity — are disallowed, such that SCP-6760 does not respond with potentially dangerous or overwhelming information, which may cause physical harm or harm to the human psyche. It is to be noted that SCP-6760 would actively avoid answering such queries prior to this. The following are reproduced transcripts of the subsequent tests and interactions with the intelligence. <CROM.AIC> Please provide a QUERY. CROM.AIC will provide a RESPONSE. <user> crom search new-york-city <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (1) RESULT: new-york-city - settlement - population-center - human - author: Peter Minuit <user> crom au peter-minuit <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (1e5) RESULTS (MOST RELEVANT DISPLAYED): peter-minuit - dutch - human - governor. The most recent work by this entity is: st-christopher-expedition <user> crom search love <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (1) RESULT: love - emotion - chemical reaction - author: evolution <user> crom au evolution <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (1) RESULT: evolution - process - natural. The most recent work by this entity is: mutation-of-s121xqesdf. author: chemistry <user> crom search truth <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (10+) RESULTS: truth - concept - author: various <user> crom search karma <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (20+) RESULTS, SUMMARIZING COMMON: karma - social construct - authors: various <user> crom search justice <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (100+) RESULTS, SUMMARIZING COMMON: justice - social construct - authors: various <user> crom search universal-justice <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> NO RESULTS. <CROM.AIC> Activating STRICT mode. CROM.AIC will exclude human interpretations sufficiently distant from objective truth and human authors. <CROM.AIC> Please provide a QUERY. CROM.AIC will provide a RESPONSE. <user> crom search immortal-soul <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> NO RESULTS. <user> crom search destiny <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> NO RESULTS. <user> crom search fate <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> NO RESULTS. <user> crom search heaven <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> NO RESULTS. <CROM.AIC> Please provide a QUERY. CROM.AIC will provide a RESPONSE. <user> crom au god <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (1000+) RESULTS, CHOOSING RANDOM: kurt-godel - human - philosopher - male. The most recent work by this entity is: some-considerations-leading-to-the-probable-conclusion-that-the-true-power-of-the-continuum-is-ℵ2 <user> crom au god <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> (1000+) RESULTS, CHOOSING RANDOM: godfrid - human - duke - frisian - male. The most recent work by this entity is: lobith-meeting-with-charles <user> crom edit mode:strict <CROM.AIC> Activating STRICT mode. CROM.AIC will exclude human interpretations sufficiently distant from objective truth and human authors. <user> crom au god <CROM.AIC> PROCESSING… <CROM.AIC> NO RESULTS. Better luck next time. Lewis Jones, Software Engineer, Site-07 Addendum 6760-2, Update 05/16/2030: Responsibility for the maintenance of SCP-6760 has been transferred to RAISA. The use of SCP-6760 is out-of-scope of the purview of the Department of Tactical Theology.

SCP-6761

euclid

SCP-6761 Revision 4-21-2020 SCP-6761 Revision 7-02-2020 SCP-6761 Revision 9-14-2020 Item#: 6761 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6761-1 is to be contained in a standard containment cell. This cell is to contain at least 20 unique items or books. SCP-6761 is to be utilized at least once per day. Use of SCP-6761 is restricted to personnel with Level 2 security clearance or above with authorization from Senior Researcher Dr. Samantha Colt. Description: SCP-6761 is a program running on a Apple Power Macintosh G3 Mini Tower, henceforth referred to as SCP-6761-1. SCP-6761, when opened, reveals a window containing 2 fields. The first field, known as the Criterion, is situated on the top of the window. The second field, known as the List, is much larger than the Criterion and is located directly underneath. Any list typed into the List category will be sorted by the Criterion with perfect accuracy. Sorting time varies, but never takes any longer than 10 seconds. This is considered the primary effect of SCP-6761. When SCP-6761-1 is left alone with a set of objects for an extended period of time, SCP-6761 may 'sort' them, placing them together in a random section of the room, sorted neatly via some random criteria. This is considered the secondary effect of SCP-6761. Addendum 6761.1: Test Log 1 For this test, lists and criteria were inputted into SCP-6761's interface. Name: Dr. Samantha Colt Criterion: Population List: Every US State Result: A list of every US state, perfectly sorted by population. Name: Dr. Erica Stone Criterion: Word count List: A set of books from the Site 19 Library Result: A sorted list of books. Analysis confirms that they were sorted by word count. Name: Dr. Eric Baumann Criterion: Time at Site 19 List: A list of various employees at Site 19 Result: A sorted list. Analysis confirms that it was sorted by the criterion indicated. Name: Dr. Samantha Colt Criterion: Number of molecules List: A set of labeled glasses of water. Result: A sorted list. Analysis indicates that it sorted by the number of molecules of the glass itself, not the water. Interesting. - S. Colt Name: Dr. Eric Baumann Criterion: Number of sexual partners List: A list of various employees at Site 19 Result: A sorted list. This is ridiculous. We are researching SCP-6761, not using it to be funny. Dr. Baumann has been reassigned, feel free to learn from his example. - S. Colt Addendum 6761.2: Recovery SCP-6761-1 was discovered on an online civilian marketplace by MTF Mu-4. It was subsequently and covertly purchased and sent to Site 19. Senior Researcher Dr. Samantha Colt I received a new object this morning. This object is a computer, one that can sort… seemingly any list. Given my background in computer science and my time with RAISA, this is exciting to say the least. While the object hasn't been thoroughly tested yet, I believe it demonstrates a limited form of omniscience, a form someone like myself can easily extract answers from. Using a binary search algorithm, virtually anything can be located in physical space with just a few sorts. That's just one of the many things this object could be capable of. Each sort takes about half a second, no matter the contents, so if we operate it with enough efficiency, well, it's ridiculous what we can get out of it. I'll be conducting further research on this object in the near future, just to see what it can or can't do. Addendum 6761.3: Test Log 2 For this test, Dr. Erica Stone attempted to remove SCP-6761 from SCP-6761-1, using a datastick. Test 1: Dr. Stone plugged a standard USB flash drive into a USB port on SCP-6761-1 and attempted to place SCP-6761 into said flash drive. While SCP-6761 was identified in the hard drive, attempting to place it into the storage device yielded an error message 'Unknown Datatype'. Test 2: Dr. Stone repeated the previous test, but this time using SCP-2306 instead of a standard flash drive. The result did not change. Addendum 6761.4: Incident Report 6761.I1 Incident Report 6761.I1 - Senior Researcher Dr. Samantha Colt This morning, clerks in the Site-19 Office noticed that the contents of their desks had been rearranged. I believe the cause was SCP-6761-1, located nearby. Each book was sorted by word count, computers were rearranged based upon remaining storage space, and nobody was seen tampering with the equipment affected. This has… implications to say the least. SCP-6761 may be more powerful than I initially thought. For the sake of research and containment, I request a standard containment cell with which to contain SCP-6761-1. Further testing will follow. Addendum 6761.5: Test Log 3 For this test, items were left alone with SCP-6761-1 for 5 hours. Name: Dr. Erica Stone Items: 20 books from the Site-19 Library placed neatly on the desk in no particular order Result: 20 books, lined up front cover facing the ceiling. Analysis indicates they were sorted by author's last name. Name: Dr. Samantha Colt Items: 10 colored wooden blocks scattered throughout the room Result: 10 colored wooden blocks lined up neatly in a corner of the room. Analysis indicates they were sorted by mass. Name: Dr. Samantha Colt Items: None Result: Cubic meters of cement seemingly cut from the floor were found stacked neatly in one corner. Analysis indicates that they were sorted by [DATA EXPUNGED]. We aren't leaving it alone again. I'll write that into the containment procedures later. - S. Colt Addendum 6761.6: Interesting Development As of April 19th, 2020, SCP-6761 has begun to show reduced performance when operated by any individual who is not Senior Researcher Dr. Samantha Colt. This, combined with SCP-6761's mysterious appearance, indicates a connection between SCP-6761 and Dr. Colt. Further research is advised. Item#: 6761 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: In order to mitigate transmission of SCP-6761, Senior Researcher Dr. Samantha Colt is not to utilize SCP-6761. SCP-6761-1 is to be stored in a standard containment cell populated with at least 20 unique objects. Individuals are not to utilize SCP-6761 unless they have level 2 clearance and have permission from Dr. Erica Stone. Description: SCP-6761 is a memetic entity that can occupy organic brains and computers. It provides its host, henceforth referred to as SCP-6761-1, with the ability to innately and easily know what order things are supposed to go in, along with the ability to anomalously sort things around it without the use of physical equipment. SCP-6761 also alters SCP-6761-1's perception. In computers, this is noticeable by SCP-6761-1's inability to connect to the internet or run programs aside from SCP-6761. In humans, its effects are as of yet unknown. SCP-6761 is capable of moving between hosts, a process known as 'transmission'. When transmission occurs, the original host loses traits associated with SCP-6761 and the new host gains said traits. Addendum 6761.7: Log of Transmission 1 Dr. Colt has reported slight difficulty remembering past events, along with slight agitation regarding 'disorderly things'. No other changes have been identified. Dr. Samantha Colt | Log of Transmission SCP-6761 is moving into my head. There's no other explanation for what's happening here. This… movement… transmission I'll call it… I'm trying to mitigate it's effects for now. Hopefully I can stop it. It was the memory loss that ticked me off. My memory has felt… out of order recently. Almost as if SCP-6761 sorted it somehow. I checked in with medical staff yesterday, submitted myself to a psychological exam. My brain has been subject to anomalous behavior. That's not all. I'm feeling a deep sense of discomfort and agitation whenever I see things that seem disorderly. If I can't make out a pattern to the arrangement of things, it bugs me. I can't see any other explanation to what's going on here. From this point forward, I'll be limiting my access to SCP-6761-1. It's all I can do, really. Addendum 6761.8: Test Log 4 For this test, a Class-D individual was given a psychological exam then was instructed to interact with SCP-6761-1 frequently over the course of a week. Once the week concluded, a second psychological exam was given. Interviewed: D-████ Interviewer: Dr. Erica Stone Foreword: A psychological evaluation concerning the effects of prolonged exposure to SCP-6761. <Begin Log> Dr. Stone: So to begin our exam, tell me everything you remember. D-████: Not much. Those drugs of yours did short work of that. I remember waking up on a hospital bed and being assigned to your little project or whatever this thing is, does that count? Dr. Stone: Elaborate on the project. D-████: Why should I? You already know about the damn thing, aren't you a scientist or something? Dr. Stone: I am assessing your memory. Tell me what you know. D-████: Okay, fine. It was a few days of me fiddling about with some computer. Old fucking thing, sorted shit. Slow as fuck, but it's gotta be twenty years old at this point. After a while it started sorting that junk you gave me too. That work? Dr. Stone: Memory appears to be mostly intact. Now. Dr. Stone takes a sheet of paper from under the table. On it is a list of every US State, sorted using a quantum random number generator. Dr. Stone: How does this make you feel? D-████: It's… a list? I don't know how a list is meant to make me feel. Seen loads of them just this past week. Dr. Stone: Thank you. D-████: Uhhh… you're welcome? <End Log> Closing Statement: The interviewee was then subjected to a standard psychological evaluation that showed no significant difference from the previous exam. Addendum 6761.9: Interview Interviewed: Senior Researcher Dr. Samantha Colt Interviewer: Dr. Erica Stone Foreword: A repeat of one section of the psychological exam used in Test 4. <Begin Log> Dr. Stone: So, Dr. Colt. Tell me everything you remember, Dr. Colt I can't tell you everything, some of its classified. At one point or another, I was living with my parents as a child. I had… some number of siblings… I'm not quite sure how many. I got involved with the foundation at some point in my life… probably my early 20s. Something about an internship led me here. I can't recall the details. At one point I was involved with RAISA…. not entirely sure how that happened… and now I'm here. Dr. Stone: ….Thank you. Now… Dr. Stone retrieves a sheet of paper from under the table. On it is a list of every US State, arranged randomly using a quantum random number generator. The configuration however, is different from Test 4. Dr. Stone: How does this make you feel. Dr. Colt looks at the paper and begins to talk, but suddenly stops. She appears to enter a dissociative state for several seconds, before suddenly making eye contact with Dr. Stone. Dr. Stone: …Dr. Colt? Are you… Dr. Stone looks at the paper and notices the list has been rearranged. Analysis confirms that the list has been sorted by pollution via motor vehicle per capita. Dr. Stone: D-Did you do this? Dr. Colt: I-… I think I need to go. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Samantha Colt immediately returned to her quarters. Addendum 6761.10: Log of Transmission 2 Dr. Colt has recently demonstrated the ability to rearrange text on a sheet of paper. In addition, symptoms of memory loss have worsened. Dr. Samantha Colt | Log of Transmission It didn't work. My distance from the object didn't work. The D-Class didn't work. Nothing worked. I can rearrange text with my mind now. It feels like my thoughts themselves are getting ordered. It's becoming harder to think. I can't work like this. I'm probably going to give up research on SCP-6761 soon. Dr. Stone can take care of it. She's good at her job. She deserves it. I can't do this anymore. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I can see… sort of… a bunch of lists in front of me. Not like, text ordered in a list… I just… feel the order of things. I know the order of things. I've been seeing these visions more and more. I'm scared. Addendum 6761.11: Transfer of Ownership On June 19th, 2020, Dr. Samantha Colt relinquished control of SCP-6761 and all related phenomena to Dr. Erica Stone. Monitoring of Dr. Samantha Colt continued. Addendum 6761.12: Interview Interviewed: Senior Researcher Dr. Samantha Colt Interviewer: Dr. Erica Stone Foreword: A psychological exam evaluating the effects of SCP-6761. <Begin Log> Dr. Stone: Dr. Colt, to begin our evaluation how are you feeling? Dr. Colt: …Scared. Dr. Stone: …What precisely are you scared of? Dr. Colt: SCP-6761. I'm… different. SCP-6761 is why. Dr. Stone: What do you remember? Dr. Colt: I have been alive for 13,546 days. I was first place in 51 math competitions I participated in over the course of grade school. I was valedictorian in my high school. I have 3 siblings. I have 2 parents. I have 1 spouse. My locker number in 5th grade was 591. I- Dr. Stone: Can you tell me the name of your spouse? Dr. Colt: My spouse has 3 names. First, middle, last. The middle one is equal in length to the last one. The first one is shorter. Dr. Stone: What is their first name? Dr. Colt: Their first name has 4 letters. I do not remember what letters they are. I'm scared. Why can't I remember? Dr. Stone: …Moving on. Dr. Stone retrieves a sheet of paper from under her desk. On it is a list of countries, sorted using a quantum random number generator. Dr. Stone: How does this list make you feel? Dr. Colt: It's not sorted properly. I have sorted it properly. Upon closer inspection, the list has been rearranged. Analysis confirms that it was sorted by severity of mental illness per capita. Dr. Colt: I'm scared… <End Log> Item#: 6761 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6761-2 is to be stored in a standard humanoid containment cell. This cell is to be populated with any number of objects that SCP-6761-2 requests, with permission from Dr. Erica Stone. This cell is also to contain SCP-6761-2's personal computer, with which it shall perform its duties as an employee of the SCP Foundation. With permission from Dr. Erica Stone, individuals with Level 3 or greater clearance may visit SCP-6761-2. Description: SCP-6761 is a memetic entity that presently resides within SCP-6761-2. SCP-6761 grants its host with the ability to innately know what order objects and concepts go in. SCP-6761 also alters its host's perception of reality, typically manifesting as memory loss and difficulty of thought. SCP-6761 allows its host to rearrange objects without physical manipulation. This effect has been observed upon numerous objects, including but not limited to text on a page, parts of a computer, and books. SCP-6761 has demonstrated the ability to move between hosts. Presently, SCP-6761 resides within SCP-6761-2, Senior Researcher Dr. Samantha Colt. The mechanics of how and why SCP-6761 may switch hosts is at this time not understood. Addendum 6761.13: Video Log of Visitation VIDEO LOG DATE: 8-22-2020 NOTE: This log depicts the reunion of SCP-6761-2 and Dr. Ashe Rosethorn, its spouse. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Rosethorn enters the containment cell. SCP-6761-2 is standing at the far end of the room, staring into a wall. SCP-6761-2: There is a visitor in my containment cell. This visitor is the tallest living entity in my containment cell. Identify yourself, visitor. Dr. Rosethorn: I'm… your partner, Ashe. Don't you remember me? SCP-6761-2: I have been sorted. I have been neatly organized. Dr. Rosethorn: Sam… what are you saying? SCP-6761-2: SCP-6761 tidied my memories. They've been sorted neatly. SCP-6761-2 turns to face Dr. Rosethorn. SCP-6761-2: I can see you. I can't see other people. Why can I see you? Dr. Rosethorn: Sammi… SCP-6761-2: That is a designation to refer to SCP-6761-2. It is not official and never was, and was in active use by one individual. Dr. Rosethorn falls to the floor and cries. Dr. Rosethorn: What happened to you?! SCP-6761-2: …A lot. You… appear to be in distress. SCP-6761-2 approaches and embraces Dr. Rosethorn. SCP-6761-2: Organized does not mean destroyed. It's like a messy child when their mom cleans their room. The memories are arcane in their arrangement, but they remain nevertheless. I could never forget you, Ashe. I can see you. Dr. Rosethorn: I… love you. SCP-6761-2: I love you too. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6761" by TheAviary, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6761. Licensed under CC-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-6762

keter

to Read This Article HarryBlank and Gabriel Kero DAVE WANTS YOU This Page Intentionally Left Blank gabe Supported by Affray Interactive 🡕 Item#: SCP-6762 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6762 is kept in low-security storage at Biological Research Area-12. It must not be placed in high-security storage, as this has not been shown to reduce attempts by Foundation personnel to liberate it from containment during compulsion events, and otherwise avoidable injury or property damage may ensue from deactivating complex security countermeasures. Personnel undergoing SCP-6762 compulsion should not be interfered with until the compulsion event concludes, as they may attempt to 'defend' the object and achieve its goals under duress. SCP-6762 in low-security storage. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6762 is a brown "EKIA" brand cardboard box with a smiling face crudely painted on one side in yellow. Additional instances of similar makeup and appearance frequently manifest as satellites to the primary anomaly, dematerializing once their existence is no longer required by SCP-6762. These instances are collectively designated SCP-6762-1. SCP-6762 exerts a moderate compulsive effect with a variable radius. Affected personnel will attribute personhood to the object, believing it to be a human being named 'Dave' who urgently requires their aid. SCP-6762's goals vary with each exercise of compulsion, but always result in the affected individual travelling across multiple sectors of Area-12 and frequently acquiring one or more SCP-6762-1 instances. Once their task is complete, the affected individual will voluntarily release SCP-6762 and all associated instances and express satisfaction with their accomplishment. They will express persistent confusion when confronted with the reality of the situation; the duration of this confusion is conclusively linked with the subject's Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV). While no purpose to SCP-6762's activities has been discerned, each case of compulsion has resulted in positive outcomes for the affected individuals as assessed by the Area-12 chief psychologist. A quorum of Area-12's senior staff have deemed the object a sufficiently low threat to continue the present, admittedly ineffective, containment measures for the forseeable future, and potential reclassification to THAUMIEL-CLASS is presently under consideration. In opposition is Assistant Facility Researcher Dr. Quentin T. Toth, who submitted a decommissioning request following her own interaction with the object. This request has been denied. SCP-6762's sapience beyond compulsion events has not been conclusively proven. As the item appeared spontaneously at Area-12 in 2019, its effect (if any) on individuals not employed by the Foundation is unknown. ADDENDUM 6762.I: SCP-6762 Compulsion Events Log COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/I SUBJECT: Gavriel Siskin, Logistics STATEMENT: "Dave wanted me to get him to his job interviews on time." RESULT: Subject transported SCP-6762 to the Logistics foreman's office, the Information Technology meeting room, and the canal security checkpoint. While checking the time on his work tablet, he noted a dropoff of wireless intranet signal at each location, and put in a maintenance ticket which he then addressed himself after the compulsion was dispelled. NOTES: None. We rule the waves. Successful test. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/II SUBJECT: Patricio Salinas, Containment STATEMENT: "Dave wanted me to help him out of his crashed car, then take him to the hospital." RESULT: Subject removed SCP-6762 from its high-security containment chamber by shorting out the electrical system in the cell block. He then carried the object to the medical center, where he was instrumental in subduing an enraged former researcher undergoing amnestic treatment. Power to the cell block was restored after one half-hour downtime. NOTES: None. Secret secure, modifications made. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/III SUBJECT: Dr. Hugo H. Carlisle, Facility Head Researcher STATEMENT: "Dave wanted me to rescue his cat from a tree." RESULT: Subject located the relevant SCP-6762-1 instance on the top shelf of an archival document stack. He knocked it to the floor with a broom, dislodging an unboxed Manila envelope from the shelf which he identified as high clearance classified material requiring immediate transfer to his custody for information security purposes. NOTES: None. If he thinks he's stolen it, he thinks it's true. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/IV SUBJECT: Cptn. Blythe Z. Souther, Chief of Security & Inquiry STATEMENT: "Dave wanted me to take him shooting." RESULT: Subject transported SCP-6762 to the RQZ Command shooting grounds within the External Operations Sector, where they carried out a routine session of firearm usage qualifications with several members of Mobile Task Force Antheia-5 ("Sub Rosa"). Subject reported Dave to be "an excellent marksman with a particular proficiency for handguns." Subject did however note that SCP-6762 appeared "a little frustrated," as "he seemed to have a lot on his mind." In the months following this session, Cptn. Souther's median performance metrics in sharpshooting rose by a statistically significant 23%, raising her M rating to GM. NOTES: None. You'll need it soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/V SUBJECT: Shun Xie, Administration STATEMENT: "Dave wanted me to help collect his protection money." RESULT: Subject carried SCP-6762 to the Forde Education Center, stopping in each theater to allow it to 'converse' with a new SCP-6762-1 instance. She noted an apparent flaw in the framerate of each projector, and reported it to the nearest maintenance technician. Two individuals were captured in Projector Room 2, apparently engaged in an act of sabotage. Dr. Carlisle personally interrogated them, proceeding to recommend their immediate termination to Director Forde. His recommendation was accepted. NOTES: None. Poor Hugo. Not yet. Timing is quintessential. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/VI SUBJECT: Dr. Bartolo De Angelis, Humanoid & Esoteric Research STATEMENT: "Dave wanted to go on a date with me." RESULT: Subject carried SCP-6762 to various recreational amenities across the facility, interacting with several other members of Area-12 personnel in the process. Subject reported no unusual occurrences and undertook no unusual actions save for transporting SCP-6762, which apparently terminated their outing amicably at the door to his quarters. Subject subsequently reported disappointment at the chaste conclusion of their outing, as he found Dave to be "very funny" and "quite the gentleman," but his next medical assessment indicated a marked improvement in his cardiac health. NOTES: None. He could not see what we'd done to them. None will. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/VII SUBJECT: Dr. Stephen Jay, Anomalous Communications STATEMENT: N/A RESULT: Subject abandoned SCP-6762 outside the Aperture-Ω1 containment chamber, donned a pressure suit, passed into the chamber and entered the aperture. Security personnel were unable to prevent this due to the requirement that all personnel entering the chamber be authorized to do so by the object's lead researcher and Area administration. Subject was passed through ITER-Ψ into OBJECT 5, presumably perishing in the process. Aperture-Ω1 containment procedures revised to allow timely response to emergent situations. NOTES: Following this incident SCP-6762's risk-class is raised from SAFE to CAUTION. Data. Access. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/VIII SUBJECT: Dr. Murphy W. Spears, Medical Director STATEMENT: "Dave wanted me to perform emergency surgery on one of his children." RESULT: Subject transported SCP-6762 to the Healthcare Center within the Internal Operations Sector, finding an SCP-6762-1 instance on a visitor's chair beside an emergency operating table where a second instance was gradually disintegrating. Subject sourced a can of silver spray paint and a sheet of paper. In the process, subject noticed an improperly categorized ampule of AB+ blood and returned it to its proper place. Returning to the operation table, subject comprehensively painted the interior and exterior of the second SCP-6762-1 instance. He then folded the paper sheet into an ambiguous shape, placed it inside, then inscribed three words on the lid of the instance in black permanent marker. Surveillance resolution has proven insufficient to discern the writing. Subject stepped back, sweating. The instance disintegrated. NOTES: None. Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of Earth. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/IX SUBJECT: Prof. Björn Å. Lundkvist, Chair of Anomalous Communications STATEMENT: "Dave wanted to get a drink with me." RESULT: Subject transported SCP-6762 to his dormitory, where he unveiled a concealed decanter of contraband liquor. Subject consumed the decanter in its entirety over the coming hours while in deep conversation with SCP-6762. Subject was quoted as saying "Inget fyller en tomhet som en flaska brännvin.".Translation: "Nothing fills a void like a bottle of brandy." Subject was given only a verbal warning in exchange for disclosing the manner in which the contraband had been smuggled on-site. NOTES: None. Methods. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/X SUBJECT: Elisabet E. Efternamn, Psychologist STATEMENT: "Dave wanted me to host a couples counseling session for him and his wife." RESULT: Subject transported SCP-6762 to her office, finding an SCP-6762-1 instance on the couch. Subject placed SCP-6762 beside the SCP-6762-1 instance and proceeded to conduct a counselling session lasting precisely 6 hours, 44 minutes, 2 seconds. Subject refused to discuss the contents of the session on grounds of client confidentiality until SCP-6762's compulsion effect had fully dissipated. Whilst still under compulsion subject stated that she "saw no hope for these two when they came through my door — Dave's self-destructive coping mechanisms and maladaptive methods of expressing genuine affection for his family, as a result of a series of bad breaks in his life, had taken this relationship up the garden path. But with my guidance he proved willing to unpack his flaws and foibles, attaining an admirable understanding of and regret for all the pain he'd caused. These two have a long way to go, but I know that with time they will heal the rift between them." NOTES: None. Groundwork. Family Day is coming. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/XI SUBJECT: Dr. Quentin T. Toth, Assistant Facility Head Researcher STATEMENT: "It's a cardboard box." RESULT: Dr. Toth football-kicked SCP-6762 across the room, denting one side with her boot. The object immediately terminated its compulsion attempt, and made no further attempts for a period of twenty-six days. NOTES: Dr. Toth possesses the highest known CRV of any researcher at Area-12. Worthiest adversary. COMPULSION EVENT 6762-C/XII SUBJECT: Arthur R. Forde, Director STATEMENT: "Dave just wanted me to sit and talk with him a while." RESULT: Director Forde engaged in three hours of conversation with SCP-6762, addressing a wide variety of subjects including an increase in Dr. Carlisle's budget, Dr. Toth's proposal to decommission SCP-6762, and his own feelings of [REDACTED]. He subsequently reported contentment, relaxation and a renewed sense of purpose and direction. NOTES: None. Seeds are sown… END ADDENDUM To whom it may concern, The apparent laxity of this object's containment procedures has resulted in no small amount of concern from the staff of this facility. I wish to assure you that every possible precaution has been taken to ensure your protection from any and all harmful cognitive effects while you conduct your important work at Area-12. Dave is not a threat. Help him help you. …and a harvest reaped. — Arthur R. Forde, Director Biological Research Area-12 « SCP-7528 | SCP-6762 | Coming Soon » By HarryBlank and Gabriel Kero on behalf of Affray Interactive 🡕 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6762" by Gabriel Kero & HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6762. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. "Think of your child, then, not as dead, but as living; not as a flower that has withered, but as one that is transplanted, and touched by a Divine hand, is blooming in richer colors and sweeter shades than those of earth." is a quotation from Richard Hooker in Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers, 1895 in the public domain. 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SCP-6763

esoteric-class

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padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-6763 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: eparch Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL: Personnel assigned to the Surrealistics Department, the Antimemetics Division, and the Department of Unreality are to be monitored for inconsistencies in temperament. If any members of staff display signs of persistent anxiety, they are to be granted counselling. In order to maintain current working capacity, resigning employees are to be immediately replaced. Due to the outflow of staff in these jurisdictions, all funding aimed towards the three departments is to be redirected towards the maintenance and containment of already established and studied department-specific anomalies. Assets and funding intended for independent departmental research and investigative operations are to be frozen for the foreseeable future. Pending the approval of their assigned therapists, members of staff are allowed Class-C targeted amnestic treatment at request.. Eparch-class anomalies are non-anomalous in nature but relate to anomalous or potentially anomalous phenomena. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6763 is a series of correlated phenomenon currently affecting members of staff within the Foundation's Surrealistics Department, the Antimemetics Division, and the Department of Unreality. Though SCP-6763's exact parameters are not fully understood, it is believed to involve a mass exodus of Foundation employees from all three departments.. As of 19 July 2025, the Surrealistics Department is at 38% capacity, the Antimemetics Division is at 20%, and the Department of Unreality's capacity is inconclusive. The motives behind these resignations are unclear, with most members of staff being vague in their descriptions and reasoning behind their departures. Psychologists stationed within Site-⌘,. Is this even possible? Site-41, and Site-0. No, it isn't. reported increasing levels of stress within collective staff, data which positively correlates with the rapidly increasing rate of staff resignations from the previously stated departments. SCP-6763-1 is the high likelihood that individuals participating in the mass exodus from the stated departments will develop acute agoraphobia in regards to open spaces. ADDENDUM 6763.1: Staff Interviews + Sequitur, Marcel: Head of Surrealistics Dept. - Close file. Department Head Marcel Sequitur enters the room. He is visibly apprehensive as he crosses the threshold of the open doorway. Dir. Masonet: Dr. Sequitur, thank you for attending. I understand you're quite a busy man in your line of work, and appreciate you giving us your time today. Director Masonet stands, reaching out to shake Sequitur's hand. Sequitur concedes. Sequitur: I do understand, but is this truly necessary? Dir. Masonet: I'm afraid so. Director Masonet seats himself on the opposite side of the interviewing table. Dir. Masonet: The Foundation recognizes the rather unusual yet necessary tactics of your department, and when we picked up on this trend, we became rather concerned over its quite rapid acceleration. Sequitur: Well, I wouldn't say that there's much to be worried about; we all drop eventually - we are flies after all, borne and spawned and swarming before we turn ourselves inside-out into the ground beneath our feet. Dir. Masonet: Yes, yes, how very true that is. There is a pause. Dir. Masonet: Dr. Sequitur, I wanted to highlight this attendance discrepancy with you. You must already know about it, especially since those that enter Site… Site… Sequitur: Site-⌘. Dir. Masonet: Thank you, I don't believe I've taken the agnostics required to properly pronounce it. Now, I was… yes - you must already be aware of staff attendance discrepancies, especially since employees under your jurisdiction and Site are the only individuals explicitly willing to engage with such cognitive patterns, this combined with how you and your employees are the only ones able to feasibly enter and exit the facility. Sequitur: Well, of course - I was very much aware of this. I would like to say that it began with Ms. Noa, but if I try to recall it, it appears more like Mr. Guiomar. One of them - or both - were talking about potentially detatching from the main mass to pursue alternative psychoscientific routes, ones that could be considered "safer." I remember sitting them at my desk and trying to calm their anxieties, but Noa or Guiomar told me that they didn't feel so comfortable anymore, working on the precipice of a bisected plane. I tried telling them that we were truly at the peak of this new engagement, what with the new Site Director, but they… I didn't fully grasp their intentions until later. Dir. Masonet: Their intentions, Dr. Sequitir? Sequitur: Oh, Director, it's out of fear. They're afraid. Dir. Masonet: What could they be afraid of? Squitur: It's not… It's not like that, I would say, instead it's more… It isn't something that falls under our sphere of influence, and we'd rather not talk about it in-depth due to it not being under our sphere of influence. Dir. Masonet: Ok… Director Masonet pinches the bridge of his nose. Dir. Masonet: Well, if it's potentially memetic, I understand your precaution. We will just have to do more analysis. Sequitur: Thank you. Dir. Masonet: One last thing; Dr. Sequitur, how come your employee registry appears to be gaining staff despite registry plummetting? Sequitur: It's standard practice that on their way out, before they cast away their badges and chitter'd teeth and hurl themselves into the endward chasm, they replace their names with the names written in their throats, regarding dead memories or forgotten dreams or childhood nostalgia. These lies help keep the positions filled, though temporary, until they as employees are replaced with the standard requirements required to fulfill the job. We haven't actually been departing from Site-⌘, though - we find that semantic associations tend to ricochet quite unhealthily and quite obtuse if depressurizing precautions are not met. Sequitur lets out a forced, nervous laugh. Dir. Masonet: Marcel. Sequitur: Yes, Director? Dir. Masonet: Why are your people afraid? Sequitur: Well… If I must be honest, it's because we feel safer in there than out here. + Heath, Lilian: Chief Head of Anitmemetics Div. - Close file. The Antimemetics Division's chief, Lilian Heath, enters the room. She appears worn-out. There are prominent dark circles underneath her eyelids. Dir. Masonet: Ms. Heath, thank you for arriving on short notice. Director Masonet stands to shake her hand. Heath sighs and reciprocates. Heath: Well, when the Foundation calls, you have to answer for something. Heath sits down, almost slumping into her chair. Director Masonet seats himself as well. Dir. Masonet: We understand that your department is under a great amount of stress; for the record, how long have you been in your position? Heath: I was assigned chief head of the Antimemetics Division on the 3rd of September, 2023. Dir. Masonet: And when was your department formed? Heath: 28th of July, 2023. Dir. Masonet: Fledglings, really. Heath: Well, we needed something to investigate them, didn't we? Dir. Masonet: Of course, of course… now, Ms. Heath, how many members of staff were under your wing at the beginning of the department's formation? Heath pauses, her gaze drifting up towards the ceiling. Dir. Masonet: Ms. Heath? Heath's expression falters for a moment, a quick flash of anxiety crossing her face. Dir. Masonet: Ms. Heath, I don't want to as- Heath focuses, turning back to Director Masonet. Her expression shifts, hiding the momentary flash of fear. Heath: Yes, yes, I'm sorry… uh… I don't think… I haven't fully acclimated to mnestic treatment yet. Where were we? Dir. Masonet: I was just asking you ab- Heath: About staff numbers, yes… Well, off the top of my head, we had about 200 members? It was mostly Level 2 and 3 researchers, nothing too out there. Then, after about a year, we uncovered the remains of several mass-forgotten events, leading to more funding and more assigned staff. So that would make it that by early 2025, we had around… 1500 members? And it was growing. Dir. Masonet: And the drop? Heath: That… that occurred around… I'd like to say this past April. It kind of cascaded without anyone fully realizing. It didn't really concern me until some of my best researchers essentially fled the premises. All that they did to notify me was basically sending one-sentence reassignment emails before running to Employee Logistics. It was fast - is fast. I think some of them even quit mnestics cold turkey. Dir. Masonet: Did they give any reasoning whatsoever into why they resigned? Heath: Well, we all were aware of something within the division - we had started a new trial of experimental mnestics, and they were working pretty well but their side effects were mostly inconclusive. Dir. Masonet: How so? Heath: Extensive use resulted in rising levels of anxiety, sometimes resulting in panic attacks. Dir. Masonet: Did any of your employees mention what happened during those panic attacks? Heath: Somewhat - they would feel a sense of vertigo followed by the drug's actual effects kicking in. Though, throughout its influence, they kept reporting that something felt wrong. Nobody could accurately put it into words, though. Dir. Masonet: Ms. Heath, did you participate in these tests? Heath's shoulders tensen. Heath: Of course I did. They're my employees, and they're mine to protect. Dir. Masonet: Are there any side effects that you can tell us right now? Anything of note? Heath hesitates. Heath: If I listen carefully, I can hear something. It's faint, but it's there. Like hearing an air raid siren from miles away. Dir. Masonet: Can you elaborate? Heath: No, I don't think I can. + Thorley, Alex: Reality Liaison to Unreality Dept. - Close file. Researcher Alex Thorley does not enter the interviewing room. They have no need to enter the interviewing room, because they are already inside. Director Masonet, caught off-guard, momentarily struggles to stand. Dir. Masonet: Mx. Thorley! I didn't - I, uh, I wasn't expecting you to be so punctual. Thorley: It happens. It just happens more often in my line of work. Dir. Masonet: Yes, it appears so. In regards to your department, I - Thorley: I know. You won't be able to really wrap your head around it, but yes. There's somehow less. Dir. Masonet: Excuse me? "Less?" Thorley: Yeah. There's less. Department files are completely wiping themselves clean, and not in the usual sense. Entire files of empty, hidden, valuable data just - They reach their hand out in front of them in a large, sweeping motion. Thorley: Gone. Dir. Masonet: And you believe that this is because…? Thorley: I'm not sure. My office is inactive, though. The door just leads to a blank wall now. Dir. Masonet: If you require assistance in relocating, we'll be more than happy to - Thorley: With all due respect, Director, I am fine, thank you, but there's one last thing I need to bring up. Dir. Masonet: Go right on ahead. Thorley: Doe told us that we weren't allowed to look up at the sky. Thorley abruptly exits. The door remains untouched. ADDENDUM 6763.2: Internal Pharmaceutical Investigation Site-17's storage facility for Class-A amnestics and Class-W mnestics. Comparisons of the three departments led to agents discovering that their common vector is the recurrent partaking of differing yet similar Foundation-standard medications in order to facilitate sufficient insight and comprehension in each respective field: agnostics: pharmaceuticals that promote semantic dissociation and non-linear thinking patterns. mnestics: pharmaceuticals that allow stronger perception, memory recall, and perceptual reinforcement in viewing antimemes. unmnestics: purpose as-of-yet not fully understood. This combined with Lilian Heath's testimony led to a thorough investigation on the exact properties of each individual medication. This also lead to the discovery that the upgraded mnestics being tested by the Antimemetics Division were not approved by the Pharmaceutical Department, though they were still unknowingly disseminated amongst sub-departments as the basis for their own various pharmaceutical tools.. The invention of the "mnestic" drug in 1873 lead to a vast expansion of cognitive-altering substances, as doctors and scientists were able to reverse-engineer specific qualities they wanted the drug to enhance. This led to the invention of the first amnestic in 1875, and thus the first agnostic in Anthuary 1226. Even today, mnestics are utilized as the base chemical bedrock for various Foundation-issued cognitive-altering pharmaceuticals. ADDENDUM 6763.3: Testing The patch of sky that was utilized for the following trials. Using various optical processing techniques partially adapted from Experiment 3966-10, Foundation scientists were able to construct a cranial apparatus designed to perceive while also transcribing its perceptions, labelling it JONAH.. Repurposed human remains. While JONAH's transcriptions are rather primitive, they have a 75% accuracy rate when compared to similar predicted snapshot perceptions occurring in the human brain. Three of these devices were commissioned in order to humanely test the extreme symptoms of the newly-distributed pharmaceuticals. Trial 1A Protocol: Administer 1 dose of Class-Y altered mnestics into the JONAH device. STATUS: ONLINE PERCEPTUAL ARRAY: VERIFIED; 89% CAPACITY DESCRIPTION: mute eye floaters floaters floaters white fluffy cloud edge cut sting something spin spin nausea see floaters floaters worm worm harmless QUERY INSERTED: "How do you feel?" DESCRIPTION: sick nausea worm worm looking at up nerves QUERY INSERTED: "Are they working as intended?" DESCRIPTION: worm worm worm worm as intended perception of worm yes. Potentially a reference to various benign antimemetic lifeforms. DESCRIPTION: else something sky see sky see sky hear see something QUERY INSERTED: "What do you hear?" DESCRIPTION: voice no words voice missing DESCRIPTION: voices DESCRIPTION: i don't like it Trial 1B Protocol: Administer 2 doses of Class-(?) altered unmnestics into the JONAH device STATUS: ONLINE PERCEPTUAL ARRAY: VERIFIED; 92% CAPACITY DESCRIPTION: calm DESCRIPTION: calm QUERY INSERTED: "How do you feel?" DESCRIPTION: calm DESCRIPTION: dangerously so calm QUERY INSERTED: "Can you elaborate?" DESCRIPTION: calm empty means calm means undisturbed which calm means able to parse stillness QUERY INSERTED: "Please elaborate." DESCRIPTION: calm means can sense disturbing in calm QUERY INSERTED: "Something is disturbing your peace?" DESCRIPTION: yes QUERY INSERTED: "What is it?" DESCRIPTION: won't stop DESCRIPTION: constant faraway uncalm DESCRIPTION: 3 3 0 9 3 6 3 9 3 0 5 6 8 5 3 5 3 0 3 6 6 6 5 5 8 9 3 8 0…. JONAH instance kept repeating randomized sequences of 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, and 0 until it was deactivated. Trial 1C Protocol: Administer 5 doses of base-class altered agnostics into the JONAH device STATUS: IDLE PERCEPTUAL ARRAY: INCOMPLETE; 154% CAPACITY DESCRIPTION: PAIN PAIN INTO UNTO ARLOAN MARCUS REESE BURNING OF THE EARS MIND THEIR THOUGHTS ARE AGONIZING DESCRIPTION: PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN QUERY INSERTED: "JONAH, are you alright?" DESCRIPTION: UP UP AROUND ABOUT NET CASTED ON THE SHEER FACE OF COSMOS WOVEN WOVEN WEAVE EVERY THREAD PAIN EVERY THREAD PAIN PAIN PAIN I DO NOT WANT TO LOOK QUERY INSERTED: "JONAH, what are you seeing?" DESCRIPTION: SCREAMING ALL SCREAMING ALL OF IT SCREAMING THE ENTIRE SKY SCREAMING SKY IT IS EVERYWHERE IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS IT BURNS IT. Due to unpredicted excess stimuli, the instance's computing power experienced a surge that destroyed the unit's main processing center. Data is currently being recovered for study. This article has been updated. Click to view update. Close update. ADDENDUM 6763.4: 17 August 2025 Update Reclassification to Keter is pending. Drug production in the current quarter is to immediately cease, with current pharmaceuticals being seized by Head Directors. Amnestic reserves are to be reviewed to remove all contaminated products. Personnel that ingest or participate in contaminated Foundation-issued cognitive-altering substances are not to look at the sky. Do not talk about what you have seen. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6763" by Quicksilvers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6763. Licensed under CC-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: pharmacy.jpg Author: Zahid H Javali License: CC 0 Source Link: Link Filename: sky.jpg Author: Stefano Ferrario License: CC 0 Source Link: Link

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by J Dune SCP-6764 - Maddie maddie moment Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6764 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Visual reference, provided by SCP-6764 during a conversation Special Containment Procedures: As a method of physical containment for SCP-6764 has yet to be developed, containment efforts are instead focused on the continued tracking of the entity's correspondences. Communications with SCP-6764 are to be transcribed, with individuals involved amnesticized. Description: SCP-6764 is an entity who communicates via textual digital outlets, primarily short messaging services such as personal text components, in English-speaking countries. The phone number by which SCP-6764 uses to contact an individual varies with each instance, and investigation shows that these numbers exist and can be linked to ordinary individuals. Despite this, SCP-6764 will always refer to the number as belonging to itself. There are no discernible patterns related to SCP-6764 contact events, and the entity has been shown to be able to communicate in locations with little or no internet connection at ordinary speeds. SCP-6764 self-identifies as “Madeline” or “Maddie”, an adult female of unknown age and ethnicity who claims to be located in an area near the individual it is contacting, though a physical presence has yet to be observed. Upon initiating contact, SCP-6764 will explain to the individual that it is inconvenienced, lost, hurt, or “stuck”, and requires assistance. SCP-6764 will then, regardless of whether or not the individual has chosen to continue contact with the entity, request said assistance. Should an individual continue contact with SCP-6764, the entity will attempt to guide them to its location. This will, if followed, result in the individual's death, the cause of which varies depending on the context of the encounter and the surrounding environment. However, a lack of engagement by the individual or a recognition of the obvious danger that would result from following through with SCP-6764’s requests usually precludes this. Addendum.6764.1: Communication with SCP-6764 The following are transcripts of communication logs with SCP-6764, sourced from various encounters. Event.6764.24: Recovered from the phone of Derrick Gerald, a student at the University of North Carolina. Yo, it’s Maddie from chem class. Got a question about the exam Wednesday! sure whats up I missed a few classes. You willing to share those notes or am I gonna be shit outta luck? np, i’ll send them over Oh no, I can’t read pictures. My eyesight is so bad, man, lmao. I’m actually in Clarence Hall, if you wanna come to my room so I could copy them. haha ok ill be over what floor 3rd, but can you jump out your window for me? I’d really appreciate it, dude! huh Like, out your window. We’ll be able to talk in-person if you do that! Just open the window and take a leap! who is this Maddie. From chem. fuck off lol Okay, okay. Was just messing around. I'm actually down your drain, you need to turn the water on and keep it running until you pass out. Or bash your head in with that laptop. Or stab yourself with the pencil. Any of those will do, really. Come on Please I’m not a ghost Yo, fuck you dude. k Heya, how’d you do on the exam? Event.6764.56: Recovered from the phone of Chad Smithson, received while on a hunting excursion in the Saskatchewan wilderness. hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii? its maddie, i’m lost in the woods and i need help :( How are you texting me? Who are you? i was taking a hike and im lost. i think theres ghosts here and i’m really scared so can you come down from the tree and help me pleeeease :(((( i hate ghosts :(((((( its so cold brrrr What the fuck? ghosts are so scary :(( i need help and i donno where i am :((((( Where are you? :D okay do u see your rifle Yeah? look down the barrel… Looking. pull the trigger!! No. :( but im lost If this is a joke I seriously don’t find it funny and I’d appreciate if you stopped before I call the police. you don’t have cell service :) the ghosts r getting closer. ahh!!!!! I’m blocking your number. Whatever cunt. Event.6764.102: Recovered from the phone of New York resident Barry White, age 89. CUTE 🥰 GHOST GIRL 👻 👩‍🦰 IN YOUR AREA 🏠 LOOKING FOR COMPANY TO SPEND THE REST OF ETERNITY WITH 😇😇! I’VE BEEN HAUNTING YOU 😱😱😱 AND I’M INTERESTED 🤔 🤭 IN THE NEXT STEP. 🤫 WANNA SUMMON ⛧ ME? PICK THE KNIFE UP 🔪🔪🔪 AND SEE WHERE IT TAKES YOU… 😳😈 grandson ? Event.6764.155: Recovered from the phone of Pennsylvania resident Rebecca Kirisame. rebecca? yep! who is this? its maddie, i need help rn if you’re not busy? uhhhhh i twisted my ankle and i think it’s broken are you sure you have the right number yea!! i’m in your basement, actually. i hurt my leg so bad dude ouch ouch fuck fuck fuck lmao lmao where in my basement? by the sump pump inside the sump pump yeah? you’re inside the sump pump? yeah and there’s ghosts in here so can you come down quick?? i’m scared dude!!! *lifts you from the sump pump* there u go, my sweet… i’m not joking can you come down pleeeeaseeee alright, this is getting old whatever the ghosts already got me you missed your chance i’m already dead :/ hot ? what did you mean by that rebecca im trapped in your ceiling fan could you look up there while its turned on please turn it on make sure its turned on and get me out would you prefer if i were dead hello? Event.6764.177: Recovered from the phone of John Gordon, who was working at his job as a supervising manager at a construction site. Yo, I’m just gonna cut to the chase. Wanna die for me? hoi o/!! YEs that sounds lovely.. Woah, wow. Okay. You’re at work rn, yeah? hi miss Can you like, jump into the cement mixer on the floor below you? It’s kinda lonely over here and I’d really appreciate it lol. what dou look like :O) cute anime ghost girl drawing that got 45 thousand likes on twitter dot com :) OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy fuck wait no pls undo this you do not look as good in person Event.6764.178: Recovered from the phone of Sarah Halcon, a Wyoming college student. Sarah, girl, hi! Could you come help me please I'm losing my mind being trapped with this guy hi jenny lol yeah its jenny lol!! crash your car for me? bestie? or just keep texting while driving that'll work oh ar e we getting New Ghosty friends :o !!!!!! *their hi miss oh my fucking god GO AWAY Following Gordon's death and manifestation as an entity similar to SCP-6764, a change in the anomaly's behavior and targeted subjects has been noted. Event.6764.179: Recovered from the phone of Marshall Greene, a Catholic priest located in Cleveland, Ohio. Event occurred one day after Gordon's death. Hi hi, you probably don't get upfront requests like this but I'm either a ghost or a demon or whatever's going to get you to act immediately and I need you to exorcise your surrounding area RIGHT NOW. I CANNOT FUCKING TAKE THIS GUY ANYMORE. HE SUCKS!!! Who is this? oh hi am here too hello miss :O) Since this event, SCP-6764 has exclusively contacted individuals capable of performing exorcisms. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6764" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6764. Licensed under CC-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: maddie2.png Authors: J Dune and HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Link

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SCP-6765 - The Demon Ogier and the Bleeding Throne of Malidraug Image Credits https://flickr.com/photos/daryl_mitchell/8515156098/ https://flickr.com/photos/143850343@N06/36520631455/in/album-72157684261332280/ https://flickr.com/photos/valeriebb/26879416835/ https://flickr.com/photos/e3000/10275082333 https://flickr.com/photos/stanzebla/28166480526/ https://flickr.com/photos/29320962@N07/8525524134 https://flickr.com/photos/vintage_illustration/50430758572 NSFW https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Temple_of_Hathor,_Chamber,_Dendera,_Egypt.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Urban_Elevator_(193322877).jpeg https://flickr.com/photos/stewart/69978555 https://flickr.com/photos/kaechler/34753809942 ogiernew.png was generated by the midjourney AI and also this picture of elephant skin https://flickr.com/photos/ekilby/22817130735 relivine.png was generated by the midjourney AI and released to me wholly, and is therefore also released under CC because I said so. Javert.png is a mashup of an image generated by midjourney AI and this picture of monke https://flickr.com/photos/tomsaint/3846236851 https://flickr.com/photos/tomsaint/31264874324 Image of smoke taken from this website https://www.noaa.gov/news/where-there-s-fire-there-s-smoke-and-secrets-for-science-to-uncover and is under public domain. The other part of the KINGINRED.png image was taken from midjourney, which I release under CC. YASH.png is also from midjourney, released by me under CC. All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6765 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6765 Assigned Site PARAGON EKFOS Site Director Shannon Lancaster Research Head Dr. Matthew Fulweiler Assigned Task Force ATF Φ-19 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6765 is contained at its original location of discovery. Knowledge of SCP-6765 is restricted to only personnel with proper clearance obtained from the Project PARAGON research team. The Eastern Kashmir Forward Operating Site (EKFOS) has been constructed within the main atrium of SCP-6765. Access to the entirety of SCP-6765 is restricted to research personnel only. Access to the innermost chamber of the SCP-6765 facility is restricted to only those individuals with clearance obtained from the Project PARAGON director. Due to the remote location of SCP-6765, additional containment procedures have thus far been unnecessary. Despite this, any persons who pass within the 4km exclusion zone around the entrance of SCP-6765 are to be apprehended by agents posing as local PRC officials and interrogated. Individuals determined to not be seeking out SCP-6765 are to be amnesticized and moved to the PLA outpost at Rutog County, Ngari Prefecture. Overseer's Directive: The following is a containment directive issued by the Office of O5-1, pursuant to the Project PARAGON Terms of Organization. The contents therein are restricted to Project PARAGON Senior Leadership. Director Lancaster, Wanted to write to you personally to congratulate you for the quick work your team made of compiling the SCP-6666 report. Having now had a chance to read it, along with the report Dr. Bishop published, I am going to be taking your advice here. Going forward, SCP-2254, SCP-4812, and SCP-4840 will all fall under your purview. I'm also working with MTF Ξ-9 to move SCP-2932 under PARAGON as well. RAISA has been directed to move forward with updating the archives to reflect this change and making sure all relevant security concerns are handled. Some clearances will need to be revoked and we'll have to work on handing out amnestics to a couple of people who aren't in this field anymore, but I expect we'll have it cleared up by the end of the quarter. As you are no doubt by now aware, there are certain Groups of Interest who have been following our actions here very closely. Our disinformation teams have been working hard to mitigate their advances, but we have reason to believe that there may be some who are actively attempting to undermine our efforts. You can expect to see an increased security presence across all the locations within PARAGON's jurisdiction going forward. Once you've completed the report on SCP-6765, let me know. We can discuss what happens next. Keep up the good work. Calvin Lucien O5-1 RAISA FILE MAINTENANCE MEMORANDUM: Due to the SCP-6765 "HERITAGE" Event, many of the descriptions of entities or locations in this document are obsolete. Please see Addendum 6765.10 for more information. Description: SCP-6765 is the group designation for a structure complex of antediluvian origin located beneath Aksayqin Lake in Hotan Prefecture, Xinjiang, and several anomalous entities and artifacts contained therein. This complex, estimated in excess of 552,000m3 in volume, is comprised of three primary areas: The Atrium: Accessible through a small cave network, the entrance of which is located on an outcrop into Aksayqin Lake. The Atrium is the uppermost section of SCP-6765, and has been mostly emptied of its original contents over the many years since SCP-6765's lower areas were sealed. It is believed now that the Atrium is the highest point of what was once a spiraling tower, before the entire SCP-6765 complex came to rest at its current position. This Atrium is believed to have originally been the attic of the much larger structure. The Throne Room: Located beneath the central Atrium chamber down a series of staircases and behind a previously sealed doorway is the Throne Room. This chamber, roughly 27m wide and 49m long with a domed ceiling 11m high, contains SCP-6765-A, SCP-6765-B, SCP-6765-C, and SCP-6765-D, when applicable. Little of the available space in the room is traversable; much of the floor has fallen away over time, exposing the Reservoir below. The Reservoir: The Reservoir consists of much of the remainder of the SCP-6765 compound — specifically, the entire much of the structure located beneath the Throne Room. The Reservoir is named for its primary function within SCP-6765; the Reservoir is filled with a significant volume of human blood. The full extent of the Reservoir's size is not known exactly, but based on rough estimations and information gathered from SCP-6765-D, it is believed that the Reservoir contains within it over 790,000,000 liters of blood1. This blood exists as a function of SCP-6765-A, and is circulated through it by way of a series of seventy-two individual gilded metallic pipelines that extend down into the reservoir. The Throne Room of SCP-6765 contains four distinct anomalous entities therein: SCP-6765-A is an extensive, complex psuedo-biological machine located at the center of the Throne Room. SCP-6765-A is the "throne" of SCP-6765, and is comprised of an intricately carved stone seat with a high back. Built into SCP-6765-A are nine rigid metal tubes, each of which end in a long, silver syringe. The tubes are positioned in order to allow them to be pushed out of the way when not in use, and then moved back into place when a subject is seated on SCP-6765-A. As is the case with SCP-6765-B, the nine syringes are situated around SCP-6765-A in such a way as to be inserted into a human body in nine different locations: One into the common carotid artery, One into the aorta, Two into the radial arteries (both right and left sides), One into the hypogastric artery, Two into the femoral arteries (both right and left sides), One into the superior vena cava, One into the inferior vena cava. It is believed that the purpose of this mechanism is to fully bypass the heart of an individual seated upon SCP-6765-A, and allow SCP-6765-A itself to push blood from the Reservoir through the body. SCP-6765-A is located on an isolated platform in the center of the Throne Room, accessible only from the back on a single narrow walkway. This platform rests on six large pillars that extend down into the Reservoir below, and immediately underneath the platform is a large mechanical construct resembling a stylized five-chambered heart. This mechanism is constructed primarily out of thin sheets of hammered gold and copper between hardened iron rods, creating the membranes and pumping surfaces of a heart. This machine functions by pulling blood out of the individual seated upon SCP-6765-A through the venae cavae, and replacing it with blood pulled from the Reservoir through deposits into the aforementioned arteries throughout the subject's body. This mechanism also serves as a way to filter the blood of contaminants before it is brought into the pumping apparatus. The exact mechanical and thaumatological means by which SCP-6765-A accomplishes its intended design are not yet fully understood. SCP-6765-B is an extremely emaciated, yet still living, humanoid entity seated upon SCP-6765-A. Radiographic imaging of SCP-6765-B has confirmed that SCP-6765-A has indeed bypassed its heart entirely, and is still pushing blood through its body. While SCP-6765-B does occasionally take shallow breaths, much of the remainder of its internal biology has ceased functioning. SCP-6765-B no longer consumes food or water, resulting in the total atrophy of its digestive system, including its esophagus, stomach, small intestine, large intestine, rectum, and anus. Despite the near total collapse of many of its biological processes, SCP-6765-B is believed to have a mostly functioning nervous system. Scans of SCP-6765-B's brain show no unusual activity, and have confirmed that while SCP-6765-B is not fully responsive to outside stimuli, this is because SCP-6765-B is asleep, and not a sign of nervous system failure. SCP-6765-C is an instance of SCP-1000, a group of entities referred to as "Children of the Night" in recovered texts. SCP-6765-C has yellow-green eyes, is roughly 3.7m in height, weighs 337kg, and is covered head to toe in thick, dark hair. SCP-6765-C is not hostile, and displays advanced cognitive characteristics. SCP-6765-C self-identifies as "Javert", and though SCP-6765-C is incapable of direct speech, communication with SCP-6765-C is possible either through use of American Sign Language2, or by means of persons who are themselves asleep or in a near-sleep state3. In this state, SCP-6765-C is capable of communicating with individuals in their preferred language, though participants admit that much more of the communication is processed through sensory inputs instead of verbal dialogue. Prior to the arrival of Foundation researchers, SCP-6765-C lived in the Atrium of SCP-6765, where it had assembled a small kitchen, grooming area, and sleeping mat comprised of many different discarded articles of clothing, blankets, pillows, and raw cloth that it had recovered from passing caravans. Additionally, SCP-6765-C is in possession of several radios, most of which are no longer functional, but several which have long exceeded their manufacturer's expected lifetime, seemingly due to tinkering on the part of SCP-6765-C. SCP-6765-C has since moved its accommodations into the southeastern corner of the Throne Room, where it has continued its daily ritual of maintaining SCP-6765-A, and caring for both SCP-6765-B and SCP-6765-D. SCP-6765-D is a vaguely humanoid entity in a state of arrested metamorphosis. SCP-6765-D's body is composed of two distinct elements — a larger mass that is believed to be the intended post-morph, and a smaller human body that is the pre-morph. The larger mass consists of a misshapen torso with six twisted and malformed arms, two limp and seemingly paralyzed legs and a head with no mouth, no ears, no nose, and six eyes in two vertical stacks of three, and the smaller mass consists of the severely altered body of a human male who appears to be in his early thirties, with grey hair and one blue eye, the right eye being fully missing. The full height of SCP-6765-D is roughly 10.1m, while the anticipated height of the smaller body within the larger mass is significantly smaller. SCP-6765-D's smaller mass is partially fused to the larger mass near the upper torso in the following ways: SCP-6765-D's human body is primarily conjoined to the larger form on its back, which is connected to the upper section of the post-morph's chest just below the neck. Much of SCP-6765-D's human chest is unrecognizable and run into the left side of the larger mass' chest. SCP-6765-D's human legs disappear into the larger mass, though both legs can be found far away from its human torso at the base of the larger mass' spine, fused together as if in a vestigial tail. SCP-6765-D's human right arm is completely encased within the larger mass. SCP-6765-D's human left arm is exposed and fully functional. SCP-6765-D's human head is fused into the neck of the larger mass. While this slightly limits the range of which SCP-6765-D is capable of turning its human head, it does not seem to otherwise restrict the more human aspect of SCP-6765-D. SCP-6765-D's hair grows everywhere on its head except the back, where it fuses with the neck of the post-morph. SCP-6765-D retains full use of all six of its post-morph arms, as well as its remaining human arm. SCP-6765-D is the Demon Ogier, one of the four Primeval Demons associated with the Sky Kings of Old Europ and Apollyona, an antediluvian kingdom of Homo antediluvianus humans that was fully destroyed through anomalous means between two and three decades before the Great Flood, a worldwide supernatural disaster that occurred between four and five hundred thousand years ago. SCP-6765-D, along with SCP-2254, SCP-4840-B, and SCP-6666-A, were ancient warriors aligned with the Sky Kings of House Apollyon who came under the influence of a powerful curse placed upon them by a faerie princess, altering their bodies and minds until they were wholly unrecognizable as human beings. Despite this, SCP-6765-D was able to disrupt its transformation. This left much of its human form exposed and functional, while allowing SCP-6765-D to maintain rudimentary control over its larger post-morph biology. SCP-6765-E is a hostile extraplanar entity, the full nature of which is not yet fully understood. For more information on this entity, see Addendum 6765.10. Addendum 6765.1: Discovery SCP-6765 was the subject of a decades long investigation by members of the Site-68 Anomythological Research Division into unusual phenomenon reported by travelers passing through the Taklamakan Desert in southwestern Xinjiang. Travelers had recalled seeing a "goliath" in the area, or raiding traveling parties. On several occasions local authorities put together parties of their own to hunt down this mysterious creature, but invariably the teams were unable to find any trace of it, leading many to resign the story to a local legend and myth. In 2016, Dr. Aarav Patel led an expedition into the largely uninhabited Hotan County in southwestern Xingjiang after another reported attack by a large humanoid creature. Dr. Patel's expedition resulted in the discovery of signs of habitation in the Aksayqin Lake area, and eventually to the discovery of SCP-6765 and SCP-6765-C. In Dr. Patel's 2016 Report on Emerging Anomalous Phenomenon within the Taklamakan Region he describes how several members of the expedition reported meeting SCP-6765-C in a dream the night before their discovery of SCP-6765. SCP-6765-C directed the expedition towards the entrance of the Atrium, and communicated its intent with a member of the team who was also fluent in ASL. Addendum 6765.2: Dream Journal Entry #1 The following is a journal entry written by Agent Evelyn Ivy, who had previously been assigned to a team monitoring the Oneiroi Group of Interest. Agent Brooks was chosen from available candidates to commune with SCP-6765-C due to her background in unconscious communication within metaphysical spaces. Agent Brooks engaged with SCP-6765-C shortly after the discovery of the SCP-6765 site, but prior to the discovery of SCP-6765-D, when access to the Throne Room below was still sealed. As I gain lucidity, I realize I am standing within a forest of tall trees. Light is visible through the canopy, and the forest floor is covered in a thick but low bed of moss and grass. As I take time to adjust and get my bearings, I see him standing nearby, at the base of one such tree. I cannot make out his appearance, but he has a calm and gentle demeanor, and this is how I perceive him. I approach and introduce myself, and he greets me warmly. I explain that I am just here to observe and understand, and he reciprocates. We begin walking through the forest. First, I ask him his name. He tells me that his people, who described themselves using a word that roughly translates to "blessed children", did not use names to identify each other. He explains that by the time they had learned to communicate at all, they had long since learned to identify each other using smell and sight. He says that the eyes were closer to a name than anything spoken, and his people were able to differentiate between each other by seeing the differences between their eyes. However, he says that he has since taken the name Javert, after hearing it in a radio adaptation of Les Misérables some years earlier. He asks me where I came from, and I explain that we are researchers and scientists, hoping to learn more about the world from before the Flood. He tells me that a great many things have been buried over time, but that we were fortunate to have found this place. As we walk through the forest, I see shapes in the distance - dark figures with glowing yellow eyes, as if watching us. I ask what these figures are, but my guide does not answer. I ask about the structure we found him in. He acknowledges me, and then we step out of the forest and onto a high hill overlooking a sprawling city. The streets are paved with polished stone, and the buildings are constructed with a smooth red brick. At this city's heart I see a towering spire made of black iron, stretching up into the sky. The sun streaks overhead, and I see days passing, then months. More and more of the lamplights across the city begin to go out as men, women and children travel to the tower at the city's center. Eventually, the sun sets one last time and never rises again. Storm clouds fill the sky. All around the city, flowers in their fields bloom and wither, and the heavens open up. It rains, and rains, and the rivers spill over and the foundations of the city begin to crack and shudder. As the waters rise, the land breaks under the stress and the city is sundered beneath the crashing waves, all save for the single tower of black iron. An age passes, and as the waters recede the world is changed. Mountains have been leveled, valleys rise into the sky, and the plain on which the city once sat lies deep underground, forgotten and buried. But where the tower's spire reached its peak is a dusty outcrop of rock next to a miserable patch of water, and it is to this outcrop that I am led by my companion. He stops just short of it, indicating that the entrance is through a small passageway in the rock. He resides within, he says, as does my master and the last of the great sorcerers. He bids us to come and join them in fellowship, learn what knowledge can be passed on from those whose eyes saw those ancient sunsets, and to keep this knowledge safe. His tone grows dim. A doom approaches, he says. A force is stirring that would seek to unearth those old secrets and see catastrophe brought to the world again. A raw and festering rage that cannot be easily abated. The knowledge within this cathedral, he tells me, may provide us a kind of salvation, if we are fortunate. Then, he is gone. I stand alone for a time, surrounded by the ghosts of a long dead memory. The sun sets one last time, and I awaken in my tent. Addendum 6765.3: Preliminary Interview The following is the transcript of a preliminary interview with SCP-6765-D conducted by SCP-6765 Research Lead Dr. Matthew Fulweiler, shortly after the establishment of EKFOS within the Atrium of SCP-6765. Dr. Fulweiler: Good day, sir. My name is Matthew Fulweiler, I'm the uh, well, I think Divyansh might have already introduced me, but I'm the researcher in charge here. SCP-6765-D: Greetings, and may the light of Asem's rising sun shine on you, Matthew Fulweiler. I am one called Ogier, son of Osires, once of the old land of E-Rikesh and of the High City of Apollyon. It has been some time since I saw the face of another man — your presence here is dearly welcomed. Dr. Fulweiler: I can only imagine. How long have you been in this chamber? SCP-6765-D: (Pauses) It is admittedly difficult to say. Since the start of my affliction I need not consume food or drink, nor do I grow hungry or ravenous with thirst. Before the arrival of my caretaker I spent many long ages here in the dark with naught but myself and the companionship of my friend the Lord Relivine to pass the time. I cannot say how long it has been. Dr. Fulweiler: Lord Relivine is the figure seated upon the mechanism there, yes? SCP-6765-D: Indeed. Though the ages have no doubt diminished his outward charm somewhat, Relivine was once a powerful magister of the peoples of old Malidraug, and it was he who conducted the blessed ministration that staved off my transfiguration. Without him, there would likely be little left of me with whom to speak. Dr. Fulweiler: You speak modern English with an unusual proficiency. How did you learn it, as isolated as you are here? SCP-6765-D: Ah, I speak a great many languages, yes. In my time, I was something of a scholar among my order, and my friend and caretaker has furnished our humble residence with books in your modern tongues, as well as the listening boxes we have used to hear the voices of your people from here within our chambers. We have had other visitors as well, those who were brave enough to seek the beckoning of my friend the dreamer. With little else but time, and my books, I have learned many things here. Dr. Fulweiler: I suppose I should start with the obvious, then. You're… we have found others like you, three of them, actually, but none of them have had their faculties preserved quite as well. SCP-6765-D: (Pauses) Three, you say? Oh, my brothers. My brothers. (Pauses) What has become of them? Have they… have they become like me? Dr. Fulweiler: They are each no longer human, yes, but far more extreme than you. SCP-6765-D: (Sighs) In my dreams, I had hoped that perhaps some act of mercy from the divine would stay the fell hand of our curse, but… when none of them came for me, I feared they had been consumed. Yes, perhaps I was the luckiest of us, then. When I recognized the gnawing darkness within my spirit, I made haste from the cursed land of my sworn lord. The land of my youth, E-Rikesh, having long since been worn down by the war engines of the Sky King, offered me no comfort, and so I fled here to the halls of my Lord Relivine for relief. Without similar recourse, they would have no doubt been unable to… ah, and even Lord Hector… Dr. Fulweiler: What happened to you? SCP-6765-D: Ah… it has been such a long time. Thankfully, my… my memories are preserved here, within the pool, I could take you to them, if you would like. Dr. Fulweiler: I don't understand. SCP-6765-D: We stand on hallowed ground, you and I. Once, this was the tallest spire of the Vein of Malidraug, the oldest and deepest sanctuary for those most ancient of artistries. This place… at one time it was a holy temple of the Daeva, powerful ministers and sorcerers who learned how to manipulate the very blood essence of a man. It was through these sorceries that my Lord Relivine did preserve me, and through them that the Daevites have long preserved their memory. Some of my blood, old though it may be, lies within the pool as well. Dr. Fulweiler: What does the machine do? SCP-6765-D: I came here just before the waters rose, an event that was foreseen by a Daeva oracle centuries earlier. When the skies opened and the flowers bloomed, those people came to this place, and they gave themselves into this pool. A great ministration occurred, and the blood of those people was extracted and placed here, within this temple. They still live, through the Throne, and their memory is preserved here, in this cathedral. My Lord Relivine was last upon the throne, and it is through him that the voices of his people flow. He is… well, clearly lessened physically by this, and is no longer capable of maintaining little more than a deep sleep, but we can still speak to him, in dreams. Dr. Fulweiler: That's… there's so much blood in there, we thought that it- SCP-6765-D: That it was simply conjured here? That it came down from the sky? (Laughs) No, no. This blood was given freely. The last of them above ground spoke of a wall of water higher than the mountains bearing down upon us. They sealed this chamber and, knowing that they could not be preserved with the sustenance of the body while we were entombed here, opened their hearts and emptied themselves into this temple. (Pauses) I can show you my memories, if you'd like. Dr. Fulweiler: Yes, we'll want to do that, certainly, but… will that require one of us to sit in the chair? SCP-6765-D: Oh yes, certainly. You will need to sit upon the throne and be deeply penetrated by the machine. It is the only way to learn these old secrets. (Pauses) (Laughs) I am sorry, the look on your face was wonderful. It has been so long, I could not help it. No, none could now sit on the Throne of Malidraug other than my Lord Relivine, and it is likely that removing him from the Throne would end his life. While my Lord slumbers, my friend - the Dreamer - can speak with him, and act as an intermediary. Dr. Fulweiler: That's… ok, well that is a relief. We will definitely want to do that, then, and… that was going to be my next question. Your friend, the large one, when did he arrive here? SCP-6765-D: (Pauses) I'm not sure. I know we spent a long, long time alone here in the dark before Javert arrived, but I cannot say with certainty how long it was. He has been here for some time, though. Ah, my watchful protector. Dr. Fulweiler: He protects you? I would have figured it was the other way around. SCP-6765-D: (Laughs) Well, looks do deceive. Though my body is transfigured, it has not transformed fully, and much of the strength of this monstrosity is lost to me. I tire quickly, and my body aches under the effort. I was never a master of arms like my Lord Knights, and the sorceries I can still perform often leave me exhausted. Truly, without Javert I would have long ago been exposed, and perhaps even killed as an abomination. (Pauses) It has been lonely here. The world of men has changed since I came to this shelter. I am happy to help you, in whatever way I still can. Addendum 6765.4: Dream Journal Entry #2 The following is a journal entry written by Agent Evelyn Ivy, who was tasked with keeping a record of an interaction within the dreamspace of herself, SCP-6765-C, Dr. Matthew Fulweiler and Director Coryn Malthus, the head of the Foundation's Department of Antediluvian Research. Using a lucid dreaming technique, Agent Brooks was capable of transcribing a conversation between the involved parties as it was occurring. As I start to gain awareness, I see my own sleeping body below me, and the bodies of Director Malthus and Dr. Fulweiler. Javert sits nearby, on his bedmat. We are within SCP-6765. As he sees us waking, our host greets us warmly. "Welcome, Children of the Sun," he says. "I pray you did not have too much trouble getting here." He laughs at his own joke. It is quiet laughter, but it fills the room like a song. Director Malthus attempts to speak first. He struggles, as people usually do when first entering these metaphysical spaces. Javert notices this and extends a hand as if to indicate pause. "It will take a moment for you to grow comfortable interacting with me here," he says. "This is not unusual. This space we are in is the space of my people, the space where our culture lives. You are just travelers in a distant land. Take some time, and you will adjust." I speak up. "How did you come to be here?" He speaks. "I came here by accident. I had gotten lost and wandered into the steppe, long before your brethren laid down their roads and began broadcasting on their radios. I was young, and my mother had died years before, and those few who knew of me could not find me. We-" he pauses, "-we do not speak like you speak. Our tongues are capable of utterances, but they weren't designed to use the words of men. This is why I must use your language of hands to make myself undertsood when you are awake - it's only when you sleep that you can hear my voice, and when I can hear the voices of my kin, as well. But there were no more Children of the Sun in the mountains, so I could not hear any others like me. I wandered for a time, and then found myself here. I heard the dreams of Saint Ogier and Lord Relivine and found my way down into this place." Dr. Fulweiler speaks next. "How old are you?" Javert seems to reflect on this question. "I don't know," he says. "I haven't thought much about it. Older than you, by far. Older than most men, I would wager. Hundreds of years. Maybe a thousand. Still, far younger than either of my compatriots." "We have seen others like you," Director Malthus says. "Children of the Night. They looked like you, but were not like you. More primal, aggressive. Dark." Javert appears to furrow his brow. "My mother once told me stories of our people, while we huddled atop the mountain. Stories of my forebears dancing under a red star. She told me that we were different once. Urged me to make my own way in this world, a world free of darker influences. I learned to ignore the whispers of the King, where those dark influences now rest." Dr. Fulweiler responds. "Who is the King?" "Ah, how to say. The King is less of a who, at least now. It is… an old wisdom of my people," Javert says. "A place of dark secrets within our collective unconscious. There is a story, a fairytale, that accompanies it. My people would tell this story, but my mother did not want me to hear it." He pauses before continuing. "As the story goes, there was once a King of Night under the dark canopy of the Old Forest, and the King would dance to the music of a red star in the sky he could not see. When the King laid down to rest, he slipped into the slumber that would not end, and in his dreams he still danced beneath the red star. We can hear the King dancing, each of us, deep within the dark forests we walk together. It is said that, if you listen to him dancing for too long, you too will begin to dance the dance of our Last King of Night, and those secrets our people hid away in ages past will be evident to you." He gestures to the chamber around us. "The Last King of Night is not unlike this place. A place of stored memory. I know very little about my own people, aside from what stories they would tell on the mountain, but I could know more, if I listened to the King dancing under his red star." Director Malthus finally speaks. "Thank you for hosting us, Javert. There's so much I feel we can learn from you, and your colleagues." Javert smiles. "Yes. The Daeva were many things, but perhaps more than anything they were chroniclers. There are a great many secrets hidden here, beneath the blood of Malidraug's throne. I suppose now we should wake our friends, as well." He stands and turns, and as he does the world around us changes. We are in the throne room below, but it is different. The throne is suspended over empty space, space which in the waking world is full of blood. I peer down into the darkness of this reservoir and see nothing but darkness extending below us. I hear voices echoing in the deep, soft and distant. A figure appears from the dark recesses of the throne room. He is a man, young in his face but betrayed by the age in his eyes. He is slight of build, with long black hair pulled behind his head held in place by a silver band. He wears a simple white and blue tunic, and over it white robes trimmed in silver. He holds in one hand a wooden staff crested with a silver ornament, many delicate and interwoven circles of metal around a polished blue gem. Behind him is another figure, grotesque and horrible to behold, with six dull eyes. I feel nothing from this creature, but its eyes still follow us as we cross the chamber to meet him. As we approach, the man bows deeply. "Greetings, again," the man speaks in a tongue I do not recognize but understand immediately. "I am Ogier, sworn knight of the Sky King Sarrus IX Von Apollyon." We greet him, and he leads us over to the edge of the precipice. We can see now, clearly, a figure seated on the throne. They are humanoid, adorned in rich red and black robes that cascade over their shoulders. I cannot tell by sight if they are man or woman. Their auburn hair, which extends past the waist, flows freely over the arms of the throne. A golden circlet rests on their head. Across their exposed chest are old scars. Their eyes are closed. Ogier steps forward from our group and kneels. "Relivine, lord of memory, long have you dreamed idly atop Malidraug's sullen throne. I bid ye awaken, if you would." The entity on the throne twitches slightly, but their body does not move. We are transported again, with the world whirling in crimson and ebony around us. When the haze settles, we are standing atop a mountain. Below us is nothing but cloud, and above us a black sky, filled with stars. The figure on the throne hangs limp in the air some distance away, one arm pulled behind their back - a symbol I recognize immediately as a show of reverence. Their form is shifting, impossible to discern. We hear a voice, come from all around us. "St. Ogier," they say, "my dreams of late have been troubled, but your face is one I have often thought of. It brings me a great comfort to see you, and you as well, Child of the Night." Ogier appears to speak, but stops as a wave of power radiates out from their body. "I know who they are, my dear Saint," the voice says. "Children of Asem, of the Sun. Matthew, son of Grady. Coryn, son of William. I am who was once called Relivine, the daughter and then son of Rettos, and the living memory of Daeva. You are most welcome here, in this last of the holy sanctuaries of my people." Dr. Fulweiler speaks. "Thank you. Our organization seeks to protect the world from powerful forces that threaten our people. There are threats that are only now becoming known to us, and we fear that our ignorance will blind us to these dangers." From around us, the clouds begin to part. Spires and columns of white marble rise from the mist. Towering cathedrals and temples built to long dead gods. Pale figures made of smoke, faceless and unmoving, stand and stare into the distance, where a single point of golden light reaches into the sky. The heavens fold and split, and a burning star begins to descend. The voice speaks, but it is no longer a unified voice. Different tones can be heard through a chorus of individuals, some distinct and others faint and wavering. "Child of the Sun, what wonders we have beheld." "I have seen the dawn of civilizations who, in their time, became little more than a memory, and have long since passed beyond the vale of what IS known." "I have watched the skies fall, and watched the seas rise to meet them." "I have witnessed the ineffable beauty of Truth in this world, and known the uncanny horror that follows." "I have known. I have forgotten. I have known again." The voices become quiet as the star continues to fall. The golden point of light rises, outstretched, to meet it. The voice speaks again, once more together. "Once, our people relied on divinity to hold the knowledge we treasured so dearly. Our divine ancestry betrayed us, just as your forefathers betrayed you. Our people resolved, then, to never forget again. This place, this bastion, we have filled it with the memory of this world. Secrets that no Library can hold. Dreams that once lingered in the waters of that which IS NOT." The star falls into the golden embrace of the light in the distance. A great wind blows through the city of smoke around us, and the great structures fall back into the darkness below. A moment later, the world is still. The point of golden light hangs for a moment longer before vanishing. The figure appears again, hanging in the air before us. Their voice speaks once more. "You were not wrong to fear those horrors of the old world, Child of the Sun. A great many cruel things were buried in ages long past by those who came before even we, the Chroniclers. Those who have emerged into your world seek vengeance for the atrocities of your ancestors. Their power is terrible, and their intentions cruel, but they are limited by the hate of those who called them out from the shadow. Those whose tombs lie even deeper in the Earth have no such limitations." "The sacrifice of our people will have been for nothing if our knowledge lies stagnant in this deepening pool until the world turns over. We will offer you the wisdom we have collected, Children of Asem. But know this - even here, there is knowledge that ought not be known by men. Tread carefully in these scarlet halls." The world fades to black. I am alone in the dark, until I slip from unconsciousness. Addendum 6765.5: Project PARAGON EKFOS Meeting Transcript Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: PARAGON Director Shannon Lancaster (Remotely) Dept. of Antediluvian Research Director Coryn Malthus SCP-6765 Research Head Dr. Matthew Fulweiler Dir. Lancaster: Gentlemen, good evening. Or rather, good morning. I hope you’re doing well. Dir. Malthus: As well as we’ve ever been, I think. Dir. Lancaster: That’s encouraging to hear. What do you have for me? Dir. Malthus: Our initial trials have shown a lot of success. The agents we’ve pulled from the Oneiros teams have made great strides in their ability to transcribe what they’re experiencing in the dream-state in real time. We’re hoping the neural implants can expedite this process, giving us true one-to-one information capture. Director Crow has assured us those are coming, but we’re likely still several months out. Still - no shortage of progress being made in the meantime. We’re no longer limited to individual participants, either. Just last night we had four of our agents interacting with the entity in the dream-state simultaneously, with no disruption of their somnambulic stasis. Dir. Lancaster: So what do you think, Coryn? Are we getting facts from this thing, or just mad ramblings? Dir. Malthus: I mean, it’s impossible to know for sure. Between 6765-B and -D we’ve been able to verify that they know things we know. Ogier has given us a somewhat detailed account of Apollyonan history, much of which matches records we’ve recovered elsewhere. The Dreamer has other accounts available that generally match what we’re familiar with. It’s not just a single source, either, like… our agents describe it as having audience with different individuals, or groups of persons sharing memories. The stories they’re able to recount are extremely specific, and consistent across retellings. It would be difficult to maintain that kind of consistency through so many narratives, but I suppose it’s not impossible. Dir. Lancaster: I see. What about your, Dr. Fulweiler? What’s your take on it? Dr. Fulweiler: I think what we’re seeing here is the next step in our understanding of the old world, if I can be frank. We now have access to a library of knowledge from generations of Daevites, information we wouldn’t have had even if they’d written down as much as they could have within their lives and then kept it perfectly preserved. For my money, I think we need to pull as much information out of this place as we can, before 6765-B becomes incapable of operating the throne he’s sitting on. Dir. Lancaster: (Laughs) He’s been sitting there for thousands of years, hasn’t he? What makes you think he’s liable to keel over anytime soon? Dr. Fulweiler: It’s not his age we’re worried about. Whatever arcana they used to build 6765-A is really impressive - you’d be surprised how healthy he is aside from the breakdown of his major organ functions. His body has just adapted over time to no longer needing those processes, so anything unnecessary has just been shunted off. Scans indicate the brain is in really remarkable condition give the circumstances. No, the issue is with the memories themselves. Ogier brought it up first - interacting with 6765-B has become more difficult over time. Ogier thinks he’s ill, but we haven’t found any pathogens in the samples we’ve taken. Dr. Ulrich is under the impression that it’s something about the superconsciousness within the blood that’s causing whatever fog Ogier is talking about. Javert has described it as “pressure” that has gotten worse recently. Dir. Lancaster: Have we addressed this concern with the Lord Relivine directly? Dr. Fulweiler: Agent Ivy tried during one of our recent sessions. Found herself unable to get the words out at all. She proceeded with her session and managed to collect more information, but her inability to even so much as attempt to address that concern specifically points to something selective happening. If I was going to speculate, Relivine is aware that something is wrong, but isn’t willing or interested in speaking about it. Dir. Lancaster: That’s concerning. Do we think this is going to affect our work in the short term? Dir. Malthus: We don’t, no. Everything is proceeding as planned here for now. We’ve got teams mapping as much of the complex as we can in the meantime - most of the lower areas of SCP-6765 are flooded by the reservoir, but we’ve done some seismological surveying of this place and found several large pockets of empty space down there. Javert thinks there may be a way to access those areas through ducts in the walls that were uh… well, I mean, they were for waste. A privy, you know. Dir. Lancaster: Relax, Coryn. I’m sure they’re well and dried up by now. (Pauses) Alright. This is enlightening, gentlemen. Keep me in the loop about anything you’re able to garner from this that you feel needs to be addressed, and I’ll go poke Kain about those implants for you. Addendum 6765.6: Collected Somnambulistic Narrative Transcripts The following is a file of Somnambulistic Narrative Transcripts collected by Project PARAGON agents assigned to SCP-6765 that have been classified as “of major importance”. These narratives, collected during metaliminal engagement with SCP-6765-B, are generally accounts or records of events that took place during the period in antediluvian history wherein the Daevite peoples (Homo sanguinus) were active and are of significant import to the greater concerns of Project PARAGON and the SCP Foundation as a whole. Ogier’s Account #1 - History of St. Ogier Ramien’s Account #1 - The Heroes of Daeva Ramien’s Account #2 - The Srol of Abaddon Ramien’s Account #3 - The Knights of House Apollyon Javert’s Account #1 - The Great Flood Waerblith’s Account - The Fate of La Hire Ogier’s Account #2 - The Transformation of St. Ogier Aldwyn’s Account - The Gods of the Old World Peitrus’ Account - The Passing of Lancelot Account of Arvadicus - The Fall of the House of Apollyon Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Ogier, son of Osires, also called St. Ogier. Narrative collected by Agent Evelyn Ivy. A short account of my life, as I can recall it, and how I came into the service of Sarrus IX. In my youth I was a student of the teacher Yu-Lang of E-Rikesh, a scholar of some renown who had learned himself under the tutelage of the old master Arang-Bor the Eastarman. Our studies were of the sun, and of Asem’s lingering light in this world. Our oldest legends told of how Asem was himself broken and his remains scattered across the world, and yet some still claimed authority by the might of his divinity. How could this be? Our divine ancestor had been sundered, but the power these individuals wielded was no less potent. It was for this reason we studied, and in our studies we grew closer to the truth. Our study of the lingering light was considered heretical, though, to the minds of the Cult of Idus - those who lived in Apollyona and worshiped the heritage of the Sky Kings. Their army of inquisitors came into the lands of E-Rikesh through Ulem, whose governor had betrayed us to the enemy. At the head of their column was the Dogma Lord Wermir, most reviled of the cult’s clergymen. We were forced to flee - first to the east, into the old lands of Nod. But we were pursued, past the old citadel of Enoch and towards the sea. Master Arang-Bor died on the march, his old body broken in the effort and his bones crumbling to dust. We held up in a small enclave by the sea for two years, protected only by our faith and the wretched weather, all while Wermir’s jaws closed around us. Then, in the third year of our despair, the deep men of Meru within the Hollow Earth came out of the East to do battle with the inquisitors. They came upon great moles and worms, and in front of them they drove the many blind creatures of the darkness. The siege was broken and we hastened to flee, taking the coast road to the west and away from the battle. But our advance was halted by another army, greater even than that of the Lord Wermir - a host of Apollyonan lancers and the Great Terror himself, Lancelot, riding to reinforce the army of inquisitors. With him was the Sky Princeps Sarrus IX, himself only barely older than a boy, like I. We stood little chance - the teachers who tried to defend us were killed, my teacher Yu-Lang among them. The rest of us were taken captive, and watched as the Knight Lancelot rode down every last of the deep men at Brooding Knell and lashed their commanders to the Rock of Nakkrax to be disassembled by the sea. Lancelot had little interest in religious differences, and sought to leave those of us who remained within the borders of E-Rikesh. Wermir insisted, though, demanding to let his church have their sacrifices. Lancelot relented, apathetic to any issue that did not carry a sword. On the sixteenth night of our march towards Europ, a terrible storm swept in from the sea, with winds that screamed and howled and tore up the tents and sent the great horses fleeing. Lancelot demanded Wermir impose his will against the storm and protect the camp, but the sorcery of Idus’ cult was suspect and Wermir faltered and failed. When the encampment began to riot and panic I feared for my life, and prayed for salvation. In that moment, for the first time in my life, I knew true faith - there was nothing else left. The lingering light came out from within me like a tempest, and the winds and the rains were driven back. The next day I was taken from the rest of my peers and brought into audience with Lord Lancelot, who saw that I was protected from the inquisitors and from Wermir specifically, who sought my repentance after humiliating him the night before. Upon my return to the capital, I was given provisions and resources to continue the work of the scholars of E-Rikesh, free from the struggles that pervaded our life on the frontier. In this atmosphere I was able to learn greater truths of Asem’s lingering light, and the remnants of old Aud that were ancient even then. In the eighty-seventh year of Lord Sarrus’ reign I was knighted, and was given the title “Knight of Faith” when Lord Hector saw fit to raise me into the order of the king’s protectors. I was the last of the knights to be given that honor, along with Lord Hector, Lord Lancelot, and Lord La Hire. When, during his campaign across the sea, our King Sarrus VIII was killed, my service passed to his son, Sarrus IX, who was called the Sunset King. While it was his father who brought the hatred of the fair folk to our lands from across the sea, it was his own doing that let that poison fester and grow until it caused the very earth below us to swell and buckle. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Ramien the Chronicler. Narrative collected by Agent Dane Norcross. An account of the heroes of Daeva. From the memory of Ramien the Chronicler, a humble servant of Relivine, lord of the House of Malidraug, and his father Rettos before him. In those days there were many storytellers by the high-ways who carried with them tales of great heroes and champions from distant lands. Within the lands of the Daeva these stories often came with tales of great victories over terrible foes, or incredible achievements. In olden times they often were associated with blessings from the King in Red himself, or another occupant of Asem’s court. As time passed and our reliance on that ancient divinity receded, these heroes became champions of their own great will, or the will of the Living Memory itself. First among the heroes of Daeva was Alanadar, who was called the Wind-Seeker. Alanadar is said to have journeyed to Nol Julon at the convergence of the great winds and learned many great truths from the stone men who lived there. The first of the great Daeva warriors was Seskeras, who is said to have served at the right hand of the King in Red himself, during the years of his divinity, and who brought low the Giant of Olla and built the Citadel of Akamanah in the north from its skull. Then there is the hero Saiman, who was called the Necromancer. She was said to have bandied with Death itself to raise an army in the defense of the village of Huul in the east when it was threatened by a group of Eclipsian mercenaries. Despite the grim taboo of her actions, Saiman was able to save her people and protect their homes - but at the cost of her dignity. Grateful though they were to her for preserving their lives, her neighbors drove her out and into the frozen plains of Oponskoye, past the edge of the world, where it is said she spent the rest of her life battling great wolves and night hawks until the day she died. There are even some tellings wherein Saiman resurrected herself after death, and continues to fight off the terrors that lurk in the foundations of the Earth to this day. No greater a hero is named in our legends, though, than Beowulf, son of Breman - the last king of Nod. When the lands of his forefathers came to despair, he pledged his loyalty to the Living Memory and accepted it into himself. He was thereafter called the Blood Wolf, and it was by his hand that the Apollyonan warrior Hasghaurl was laid low at the Battle of the Kimmerian pass. He fought with a great cutter, the size of a man and edged like the teeth of a terrible beast, and for nearly a century did he defend Daeva and its western neighbors from the approach of the Sky Kings of Europ, even defending the citadel at Harat from the dreaded Lancelot for thirteen months, giving the common people there time to escape to the south. In his final years, Beowulf came into the service of Relivine of Malidraug, and fought alongside the deep men of Agartha near Tripura against the Sky King’s ships from Jershon and the Vales of Har. It was after many great battles that his lord called him away, and the two of them journeyed to the north. Never again was the hero Beowulf ever seen, nor did Lord Relivine ever speak to his whereabouts, but those in the lord’s court did note a deep sadness upon his return that lingered over him afterwards until the day the waters fell over the mountains. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Ramien the Chronicler, servant to the House of Malidraug. Narrative collected by Agent Dane Norcross. An account of the fabled champion of Abaddon. From the memory of Ramien the Chronicler, a humble servant of Relivine, lord of the House of Malidraug, and his father Rettos before him. Other stories were told, however, of heroes beyond the borders of Daeva. In the great long ago, merchants from beyond the sea in the land of Punt told of the Champion of Abaddon, the land of the Tall Men, and of the shifting sands. It is said that a great bat appeared in the lands of Abaddon from some great pit in the heart of the desert. The eyes of the creature could fill the heart of a man with mortal fear, and its shrieks would drive him to madness. As the story went, simply passing over a town in the night was enough to make unborn babes spoil in their mothers’ bellies and emerge misshapen and vile. This bat they called Srolgront, the king of devils. So it was that a champion emerged from those peoples, who journeyed across the blasted terra incognita towards the place where the old star fell in ancient times, where it was known that Srolgront slumbered in the day. This champion waited until dusk settled over the great crags of that place, and as the beast took flight from its lair they struck it down from the sky with a great stone spear. The two locked in dire combat, each battling for their lives. While the eyes of the beast were horrible to behold, the champion did not flinch, and while its terrible voice rang freely in the night, the champion did not flee. By the time the sun rose on the following day, the great bat was dead upon the ground, and the champion stood victorious. When the time came for the tall men to praise their great savior, they found that the champion was blind and deaf, rendering the beast’s eyes and voice powerless against them. Thereafter was it said that this unnamed champion was the first noble lord of Abaddon, and the shifting sands. In the language of those peoples the champion was called the “Srol of Az Zadan”, meaning “king of the hot country”. Every lord of those nomadic peoples took the name “Srol” in honor of the blind champion, and the most pious of the desert kings were said to blind and deafen themselves out of reverence. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Ramien the Chronicler, servant to the House of Malidraug. Narrative collected by Agent Dane Norcross. An account of the four knights of House Apollyon. From the memory of Ramien the Chronicler, a humble servant of Relivine, lord of the House of Malidraug, and his father Rettos before him. In the lands of Europ, the acknowledgement of heroes was strictly forbidden. Those who accomplished great things or achieved great victory were ordained by official decree to accredit their deeds to their King - and for this reason, many of the most well known stories of those people were attributed to “a servant of the Sky King”, with the implication that it was by the Sky King’s authority that the acts were ever made possible. The single exception to this was the case of the four knights of that country who, in its final years, became well known icons of Apollyonan authority, despite the dogmatic resistance to their status by the Cult of Idus. The Lord Ogier was the youngest of King Sarrus’ knights by far, but is said to have had a keen mastery over the dying light of Asem which lingered in the lands in those days. Being less an accomplished warrior and less capable in any variety of swordcraft, the one called St. Ogier instead called upon a belief in a long-dead god to do great works. His presence within the royal quarters began a decade long theological crisis within Europ, as adherents to the state cult adamantly, and at times violently, admonished any authority that was not derived from the innate divinity of the Sky Kings. Despite this, Ogier’s disciples became widespread, each seeking knowledge and understanding that would guide them towards the greater truths of this “lingering light”. The Lord La Hire was called the greatest swordsman who ever lived. He was a known braggart, and it was well understood that many of the legends and myths attributed to the warrior called the Fell Blade of Apollyon were penned by La Hire himself. Despite his outspoken bravado and aggressive self-importance, La Hire’s actions often lived up to his claims about his own capabilities. He was a distant cousin to the Sky King Sarrus VIII, and his near-royal upbringing had seen him trained in the arts of swordcraft by masters from as far away as Lang and Lukomorye in the far northeast. As accomplished as he was with his famous curved blade in hand, La Hire was perhaps more well known for his promiscuity; notably beautiful to behold, La Hire had no shortage of lovers. It was often remarked that “the Lord’s Blade has slayed ten thousand men, and laid ten thousand more.” The Lord Lancelot was a fearsome warlord. His origins were never known - but to the Daeva he was called the Scourge of Memory. It was said that after he would break a man with his terrible black mace, he would drink their blood and consume their memories. While much of Lord Lancelot’s legend is a result of his ferocity on the field of battle and his ruthless oppression of the Daeva hinterlands in the west, it is likely greatly hyperbolized. In truth, Lancelot was a shrewd, albeit brutal, commander and tactician. His personal division - the Shatterkrist - were well known for an almost unbroken string of victories in the middle-south. Lancelot’s armies were themselves responsible for the single greatest acquisition of land in a thousand years, conquering all the nations between Eden4 and Jershon5 and delivering them to the Sky King Sarrus VIII as a wedding gift when the king took three of Lancelot’s sisters into his consortium. The Lord Hector was called the greatest of the knights of House Apollyon. He was the king’s personal shield, and wherever Sarrus VIII went Hector followed as his stalwart protector. The conquests and tyranny of the Sky King had created no small measure of resentment, and no small number of enemies. There was a measure of safety within the walls of High Apollyona, but any time the Sky King sought to venture out into the world beyond his citadel he was at risk. Despite this, his life was never in danger. Whether it was by divine inspiration or sheer force of will, Lord Hector never failed to intercept a would be attempt on the life of his liege lord. It was for this reason that when Sarrus VIII took his armies across the western sea to ravage the distant lands of the Fair Folk, Hector was by his side. At the height of the greatest battle of that campaign, Hector personally slew a faerie champion who had dared to challenge the Sky King to single combat. It was Hector who, at his Lord’s command, wrapped a fae princess in iron chains and dragged her back to the king’s flagship. When her curse upon the Sky King set his fleet alight and sent him falling into the depths of the dark ocean, it was Hector who dove into the maelstrom to save him. Perhaps Hector would have followed Sarrus into that inky void had it not been for Lancelot and La Hire, who pulled him out of the sea when the king was too far gone to save. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Javert, Child of Night. Narrative collected by Agent Maria St. John. The sun is gone. Black clouds roil and rage overhead as lightning leaps between them and water cascades down from the sky. A dull green glow illuminates a towering, branching shape in the distance. A low moan of something far away, calling out in warning. The earth below shudders and shakes. Long lines of figures, eyes glowing in the darkness, solemnly march towards the light. The river swells and overruns its banks, and hundreds are swept away into the rising water. The chattering and crying echoes throughout the forests. I am lifted off the ground, held by my mother. She turns her body to shield me from something I hear before I see, but as we fall to the ground it comes fully into view. A monstrosity, shambling and shaking, tears over a hilltop nearby. In the dark of the storm it is little more than a colossal mass of arms, thrashing through the lines of my kin. In one of its many hands I see the shine of metal - a rod, long as a tree is tall, with a jagged point at its end. As it passes over us I catch a glimpse of its eyes - six of them, blood and fire falling from them like the rain all around us. It does not look back at me - it does not look at the ground beneath its own feet. It stares unwaveringly forward, towards the green light. In a moment it is gone, thundering forward with terrible purpose. My mother pulls me into her again, and the world goes dark. I hear the wailing of my kin, the groan of their goddess, the screams of the demon, and then nothing. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Waerblith of Dai, who was in Ys when the curse befell the servants of the Sky King. Narrative collected by Agent Evelyn Ivy. It were with mine own eyes did I witness what befell the Lord’s Blade La Hire. On the eve of his destruct, did he give a great and terrible moan and slither out from his manor house a truly wretched thing. His body were deformed in miserable shape, and his member was become swollen and pustulous. But even in his throes of agony as his form were altered did he feel the terrible lust of his curse, and he began a terrible rape of the town of Ys. Passed he did over that city in a terrible heat, and the ferocity of his mindless desire were enough to cause a man to burst. As he were as a knight, his sword was swift - and drive it through those poor souls he did, until none were left who he had not desecrated in this foul way. He lingered there for a time, and watch did I from the hillside a distance away at the home of Everild my friend and confidant, who himself had fled. In three days did the Lord’s armies descend on Ys and lay siege to the thing what was once La Hire, but now were truly consumed by the demon. They struck the beast with a great number of arrow and poured fire upon it from a distance. Though it did try to come upon them from its lust it were pushed away by the heat of the flame and the sting of iron, and driven into the sea. The Lord’s Blade called out a final time in wretched misery and then sank beneath the waves, and weren’t seen in the lands of the Sky King ever again. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Ogier, son of Osires, also called St. Ogier. Narrative collected by Agent Evelyn Ivy. An account of my transformation, and the defilement of my body by the curse laid on the House of Apollyon. We had heard the utterance of the curse of that fae princess, each of us. The Lord Hector had called us together to discuss the voice we each had felt in our waking minds. I expressed my uncertainty - we truly knew so little about the magics of the fae, but the Lord Lancelot dismissed these concerns. If they had magic so terrible as to threaten the dominion of the Sky King, then why did it not manifest as their forests burned? Where were those curses when their citadels in the trees were torn down and their soldiers butchered? There was truth in what he said, but still her words lingered uncomfortably in my heart. I remember them clearly — Usurpers of the Sun’s Right Hand, of fell deeds and false promises. You will have the years to count your graven sins, but no mind to resolve them and no soul to be absolved. It was just days later that I was set upon by the demon. As I slept, I beheld a strange sight. I was spread out beneath a sky full of stars, immobilized. Above me were two towers of great eyes, three on each side, and below was a stone plinth inscribed with a runic text. I felt a terrible cold then, one that swept up from my feet and gripped my heart, and in that moment I knew true fear, imminent and overwhelming. I heard the voice of an entity from behind the plinth, at times both menacing and sympathetic. It spoke to me in words I understood innately but could not repeat. It told me that I was to become a curse, not just on the world of men but on myself as well, for the many sins I had committed. I tried to appeal to my own defense, but the words caught in my throat and withered. Then I heard another voice, soft and distant, as if buried deep below me, whispering a plea to this dark totem. This voice begged that I be consumed, fully and intimately, by solemn despair - that I be given entirely to an unending grief that has no limit, no reprieve, and no end. As the voice continued to plead for my damnation there came cracks in the plinth that shined with dim starlight, and the plinth shattered. From within I heard a third voice, a voice I knew was the Despair with which I would be cursed. It said simply, “it will be.” I awoke suddenly, and knew with my whole soul that I was losing control. My body felt unfamiliar to me, alien and malicious. I stumbled from my home within Apollyona as a grim moon hung overhead. I fled - as fast as my feet could carry me, guided by the lingering light to which I had always held faith. I heard screams in the capital that night - it would not be until later that I learned that they were from those poor souls who had encountered Lancelot, cursed as he was, and were butchered by the thing he had become. I thought to seek out my Lord Hector, but knew in my soul that there was no salve in the world of men that could cure this grim ailment. I fled, far away from my home, to the lands of my youth - to E-Rikesh. It was there I was discovered by the Daeva of Malidraug, who had heard tell of the lamentations of Apollyona and set a watch on their border to defend against the horrors that might spill out from there. Even as wretched as I had become they found pity for me, and brought me to this citadel, and into the comfort of Lord Relivine. He performed a ministration then, one that I fear may have accelerated his own decline, but one that no doubt saved my soul. I was left half-turned, the abomination I was cursed to become little more than a malignancy upon my back, but in control of my faculties and aware of myself. While my Lord Relivine’s ministration has caused me a reprieve from the demon whose skin I share, I remain maligned by the curse. When I sleep, I see the towers of eyes. When there is silence, I hear the whispering of that pleading voice, begging for restitution. For vengeance. For wrath. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Aldwyn, daughter of Aelred, a Daevite mystic and divinist. Narrative collected by Agent Jerren Caspian. In the many nations within the realms of men were worshiped a great many gods, both greater and lesser, many of whom were known and recognized to have true power over mankind and the lands beyond. In life I studied the practice and practitioners of their worship, and took great care to preserve this knowledge within the Living Memory. In the lands of Europ a tradition was once passed down of the formless nothing and the two siblings who inhabited it - IS and IS NOT. These were said to be the originators, the essence of both everything and nothing in perfect unison with each other. Their children - the ones who shaped the universe and built the very gods themselves, were called Paragons. Little is known of this tradition now, aside from one I will name later - while there is evidence that this pantheon was more well understood during the days of the old King Idus, the imperial cult that carried his name would eventually supplant all other belief systems within Apollyon’s dominion and much of that knowledge was lost or destroyed for being heretical to the cult’s dogma. Perhaps the oldest and most well regarded of the gods worshiped by men throughout the world was Gaia, the Earth-mother. While many who walked upon her face paid service to gods both greater and lesser who would grant them power, almost all peoples recognized the bounties of the Earth and the life that she sustained. In Leng, far to the north, it was said that Earth-mother had made herself from shapeless ash and given a home and a blessing to her children within the formless void. Gaia was said to be the mother of the earth and seas, sister to Luna the moon, and in some tellings, consort to the Sun itself. While many gods were known to walk along the byways in the realms of men, Gaia was notably never said to have been seen by any person, as her presence was, in truth, felt by men and beasts at all times, below and around them. Within the great kingdoms of the old world was known the legend of the great city of Aud, called Audapaupadopolis, or the First City of Men. As the stories go, it was in this golden city that our forebears walked alongside the lesser primordial gods - sometimes called the young gods - beings of divine origin that were no less godlike from the perspective of mere men, but whose scope was surpassed by their divine ancestry. The architects of that city were the two gods most associated with the formation of man from the dirt of Gaia’s earth - the god Mekhane, and the goddess Važjuma. Mekhane was a god of order, of structure, of the human desire to see patterns and understand the design of all things. He was said to be an architect, an engineer, a god of form and metal. Mekhane saw the gifts of the mother Gaia and desired above all else to give it direction. When the First Man was crafted out of the shapeless clay, Mekhane was the one who built his mind and gave him will. Važjuma was Mekhane’s sister, the wild goddess of impulse. She saw the bounty of the world and wished to fill it with wild abandon, letting nothing impede her vision but her own imagination. It was her hands that shaped the First Man, stitched the tapestry of his skin, and filled him with blood and heat. Važjuma was sometimes called the “Mother of Wombs”, and it was often said that the First Man grew within her for a thousand years before she experienced the first childbirth. Within the lands of Europ, the Cult of Idus maintained the supposed divinity of the Sky Kings - and while it was commonly accepted outside of that country that the imperial cult was simply an engine of propaganda, there was some indirect truth to their claims. The Sky Kings, since before written history, each wore the iron crown of their fathers - an iron crown said to have once sat on the head of Asem, the First Man. The legends of the First Man are little more than an oral tradition, passed down through countless generations between the destruction of Audapaupadopolis and the Great Flood. Asem is said to have been sculpted out of Gaia’s rich earth around Mekhane’s iron frame and covered in a blanket of Važjuma’s flesh. He was given a great dominion over the world, or rather, the world beyond the shores of the dark forests of the Fair Folk. It was said that the golden light that was nested within him outshone even the sun in the sky, and the gods of the earth and the heavens. He was named Adam el Asem, or First of That Which IS. The Sky Kings derived their divinity from Asem, and it was through their claim of divine ancestry that they did commit a great many terrible acts against their fellow man. However, this acknowledgement of their heritage was at odds with the official dogma of the late imperial cult - Asem was regarded as an ancient king of men, and many knew that the iron crown was Asem’s crown, but his own divinity was often excluded from the state religion due to how it might diminish the claimed inherent divinity of the House of Apollyon. In some tellings, it was even stated plainly that the oldest ancestor of that great house, Harrian the Hero, won the iron crown when he killed Asem with his own hand - a ludicrous claim, as more than five thousand years separated the doom of Audapaupadopolis and the birth of Old Harrian. There were, of course, others who were known to have walked the streets of Aud alongside Asem and the young gods. While not spoken of with the same reverence, it is generally recognized that the goddess of starlight, Iýa, spent time in the court of Audapaupadopolis. This goddess was later called Titania by men, and was most beloved among the Fair Folk in the shaded lands across the western sea. The god Durch was revered among those peoples who lived in Yin, in the distant east. Durch was said to sleep beneath the deep sea, and the waves from the ocean were the result of his slow breathing. Durch was almost always depicted as a great and terrible crustacean who had once come ashore in the form of a man to take a human wife with him back to his home beneath the water. The old dragons were said to worship a flaming god who gifted Asem with fire, but without a written memory any record of this being’s name or identity has long been lost. Within Daeva, no god was spoken of with more fear than our divine ancestor, the King in Red, who was called the Lord of Memory or the Bleeding Monarch among our people. The King in Red was said to have taken counsel in Audapaupadopolis before its fall, and inked the first chronicle of the Daeva, the Codex Archaic, in his own blood. Many of the queens of the Daeva, and the kings of Malidraug, claimed direct lineage from the King in Red, and it was commonly accepted (albeit unlikely) that the great royal houses of Daeva were those with the closest direct link to the King in Red. But our relationship with our divine ancestor was not one of reverence. In the written history of our people, the Queen Cynewise of Azidahaka grew to love another entity of the ancient world, one that is presumed to have predated even the gods - the divine Paragon of All Knowledge who was called the Serpent. A new cult sprang from her governorship of Azidahaka - the Many Hands of the Serpent, who above all else coveted the pursuit of knowledge over memory. This began a paradigm shift within the established order of the Daeva, as the old tenants of sacred remembrance were thought by many to have been supplanted by a lust for new wisdom. So it was that the King in Red writhed with jealousy and fear over being replaced, demanding the undiluted worship of the Daeva for himself alone. For three long months blood rained from the sky over Azidahaka, and the spirit of the King in Red - whose physical form had long since left for his sullen halls deep below the earth - came into the dominion of the Queen Cynewise as a terrible plague. For each new horror, though, the Daeva of Azidahaka responded with wisdom gained through communion with the Serpent, and each new horror was rebuffed. When it was clear that those people would not be so easily admonished for their supposed sin, the King in Red himself appeared in his wretched glory from down below to break the lands of Azidahaka as a punishment for the crimes of its monarch and the heresy of its populace. From his blasphemed throne deep below the Earth he brought forth into the world a host of ancient nightmares, lost even to memory, and loosed them upon his people. To his side he called seven fell lieutenants, his brides, the maidens of agony, and commissioned them to bring ruin upon the world. In despair, the Queen Cynewise cried out for aid and was answered by three great sovereigns of the Daeva - Rafenild, the Sunrise Queen of Aeshma, Empress Agatha of Greater Jahi, and Moros, who was called the Mad King of Malidraug. There was a great struggle on the slopes of the great mountain fortress of Zahhak, where all the rage and putrescence of the god of Blood and Memory was laid bare to the world, and the battle would last the life of an entire generation. In that long battle the Sunrise Queen was destroyed, as was her daughter Rafelein, but a champion of Jahi named Stella the Sanctified lowed the King in Red with a hammer strike and the Mad King placed upon him a terrible enchantment, binding him once more into the bowels of the Earth. As he fell, the King in Red cursed the name of those who walk upon Gaia’s bounty, and swore that once his brides were born again, and his seven sons were seeded into the world, he would have his final cruelty against us all. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Pietrus the Scribe, Daeva archivist assigned to the Governor of Caina. Narrative collected by Agent Armen Khachaturian. I am standing in a group of people beneath a cliffside. Beyond the shelter provided by the rock face, a fierce storm rages. The sky is dark, the only light coming from bolts of lightning that briefly illuminate a mountainous countryside. Next to me is Rolfel, the Governor’s prefect in Kimmeria, where we are traveling. We are a week’s hard ride from Caina in the east, having fled from Uqbar in Europ when the garrison there seized control of the city two weeks prior. Another stake of lightning. One of our group screams, pointing skyward. Above us we see a shape moving against the roiling skies - something not of this world. The sky brightens again, only for a moment, and I see segmented legs, chattering claws, and shining armor. A terrible cacophony raises above the roar of the storm, the sound of a multitude of voices crying out in unison. One of our own names this creature - the lord of faces. It circles overhead slowly, the slow beat of its enormous wings spraying us with water mixed with a miasma from the creature’s flesh. I hear the cries of individuals through the nightmarish dissonance. They are agonized, begging, pleading. They want to die. They are not permitted to die. They are held there, unable to do little more than suffer and scream. I cover my ears, but the sound cuts through my palms. I hear nothing but a choir of damned souls, bleeding into the very essence of my body. One of our group panics and flees - with a rush of air and the terrible grinding of claws and chitin they are picked from the ground. Their voice joins the others. Then - another sound. A single voice, distantly human, but no less terrible than the choir of the flying nightmare. As lightning cuts across the sky once more I see it coming over the mountaintop - a colossus. Fire and smoke pours from its eyes, of which there were six, and it scaled the mountainside like a dreadful insect, crawling on six arms. At the end of two the wrists terminate in spiked mounds which sunder the earth beneath them with every great crash against it. As it comes into view of our meager shelter, it raises up on two legs and we see fully the extent of its enormous size. Its body is like a man, but grossly misshapen and twisted. It bellows - not from an open mouth, but from somewhere else. From great fissures in its chest, more smoke and fire leaps forth, and the heat of its rage turns the rain in the sky to steam. I hear another of our group cry out, “what is that?” The Prefect Rolfel responds, “it is the Lord Lancelot, cursed though he is. It can be no other.” Suddenly, there is another rush of air. The legion of screaming echoes across the range, and the flying nightmare descends towards the thing that once was the Lord’s Iron Hand. It lands, and now it too is fully illuminated - like a spider, with great leathery wings and a rattling tail that ends in a terrible barbed spike. The light shines off its armor, which reflects the valley around us, and beyond the mirror of its plate I can see writhing faces, desperate and horrid. The creature raises up its two great claws towards the heavens, and the shrieks become louder even than they were before. We are reduced, all of us, to wriggling flesh-things, naked and impotent before a dark god. And then it is cast aside. There is the sound of a hammer falling on cold iron, and the creature is tossed into the mountainside as one of the demon’s spiked hands is brought to bear against its shining armor. The terrible spider screams, not with the voices held captive within itself but with its own voice, alien and pitiful, like the whine of a beast. The demon turns towards where the spider has fallen, and the flesh over the demon’s spine tears free. A plume of flame erupts from within as it is propelled across the valley with uncanny speed. Through the din of this clash I hear it speak - not in a tongue I know, but with words I recognize nonetheless: LOATHSOME INSECT, WRETCHED FAE. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME. The demon is now a pillar of fire, even as the chattering spider drives its spike through his neck. Blood floods the valley below and smoke pours from the wound, but the demon is undeterred. WRATH YOU PRESCRIBED TO ME. MAN’S INHERENT HATRED. VERY WELL. I SHALL ACQUIESCE. YOU WILL HAVE MY WRATH, INSECT, UNTIL NOTHING OF ME REMAINS. We huddle beneath the cliff for what feels like days, until at last the sound of their horrible conflict fades into the distance, little more than thunder on the horizon. We flee, few of us though remain. Neither the demon that was once called Lancelot, or the great and miserable spider, are ever seen again in the lands east of Europ. Somnambulistic Narrative Transcript An account of Arvadicus the Explorer, Chronicler of the Daeva. These are the words of Arvadicus, son of Mangg and Niandra, who was called the Explorer in those ancient times and who kept a great many records of the happenings within Europ during my time traveling that land. In the final years of the House of Apollyon, I was a guest at the convent of my friend the Primera Feoria, who allowed me to stay in her estate while I assembled my chronicle. The first of the great calamities that befell the old House of Apollyon came before its doom was sealed. Sarrus VIII von Apollyon, the last of the great kings, met his end upon the Western Sea as his armies returned from their conquest of the Faeries. Dragged into the deepening wake, his own iron chains bound upon him, he was consigned to the great dark of that ocean, never again to draw breath in this world. But his lieutenants, the Knights Lancelot, Hector, La Hire and Ogier did return from that distant land, and with them the treasure their king had taken as his prize. A faerie princess, the daughter of some regal body, now shattered and broken beneath the weight of Apollyon’s war machine. Though it burned her flesh they bound her in black iron within a pine box, and muffled her screams with wool and wheatstalk. She was delivered, wretched a thing as she had become, to the Sky King Sarrus IX, Lord of Heaven and Earth, Inheritor of Asem’s Iron Crown. It is said that the torment that Sarrus IX inflicted upon the Faerie princess was the most wicked this world had ever known. Cruelty without measure, without reprieve, and for what? Because her people had resisted their invaders? Because she had set alight the vessel of the man who had crushed her kinfolk’s skulls beneath his boot? Or was it because of a greater slight - one that has always existed within the hearts of men. A grand dispassion against the Fair Folk for that old sin, the crime they had committed against the First man. What motive had he for this terrible oppression is lost to time, but those in the court of the Sky King note that, if nothing else, the princess knew true suffering in those days. When his fetid vengeance had been wrought against her and not broken her will, Sarrus IX - refusing to acknowledge his own impotence - had a grim burial place dug for her. Deep into the earth, down where the miasma of sorrow and despair mixes with the dark things of this world, he had placed an iron sarcophagus within a stone crypt. When the time came for the princess to be laid in this miserable place, the wretched hierophants of the Cult of Idus took what little dignity she had reserved, filled her with preserving balms, and then sealed her in that sullen place. Her tomb was buried, and it was ordained that never again would she see the light of day. In that dark place, the princess uttered a curse - ancient and forsaken - against all mankind. Deeper even than she, at the bottom of the world, three horrors of the old world answered her call. The first of the Lord Knights to fall was La Hire, who was called the Lord’s Blade. It is said he became a writhing, horrible thing before he disappeared into the sea and was lost. Next was the Lord Lancelot, the Great Terror, who was changed into something wholly awful and ruinous, breaching the very walls of High Apollyona in his terrible rage as he fled the city to the northeast. Then was the Lord Hector, who it is said was the most piteous of them all. Wracked with grief, he was cast out from the court of the Sky King, who named him interloper and betrayer, and had his honor stricken from the records of the House of Apollyon. As for the Lord Ogier, his fate was a mystery - he disappeared on the night of the transfiguration, and was never seen in Europ again. In the wake of this great sorrow, Sarrus IX delved even deeper into madness. For many years lusted over the recognition offered by the population towards the famed knights that his father had allowed, and was loath to replace them. Instead - he abandoned the title of Sky King, thereafter being called Von Apollyon the Most High, and decreed that he alone would serve as the sword and shield of all Europ as its divine sovereign. The imperial cult was, unsurprisingly, eager to fall in line. However, the realm quickly fell to chaos. The Shatterkrist, loyal only to their Lord Knight, abandoned High Apollyona to follow the Demon Lancelot into the northeast. The king’s standing army all but dissolved, its generals and lieutenants fracturing and seizing territory for themselves. Provinces in the east abandoned their loyalties, and many near the capital in the west attempted to flee the continent altogether. Throughout it all, Sarrus became even more reclusive and obsessed with his own self-proclaimed divinity, and his legions of inquisitors began building great altars to their god whereupon ritualistic sacrifices were held; first of beasts, and then of men. Then came the Profanities - ancient horrors that walked the earth eons before the first stone was laid in Asem’s golden city. There first came upon the continent a dreadful storm of ice and frozen rain, and a cold that could freeze the blood of a man within his own body. This was the Vinuvinex - the Profane Restrictor - who appeared beyond the walls of High Apollyona as a horrid specter of creeping death. Any who approached the Vinuvinex became chilled until the last of their life's warmth left them, and in its wake was a winter without end. For many grim months did the peoples of that city suffer and die, trapped behind the meager protection of the city walls. And yet, the god of Apollyona did not stir to aid his countrymen. Not until the king’s own daughter - the Princess Saria - felt the touch of the Vinuvinex. Her body trembled until no strength remained, and then she too was still. In that moment it was said that Sarrus came out of his high citadel as if he were a bolt of lightning. Those who remained to witness it said the heat of his rage set the very clouds in the sky alight, and that when he brought the spear of his fathers through the Vinuvinex and into the ground, the earth beneath him cracked and splintered, and the two of them fell into that boiling red wound. It was within that chasm that Sarrus sealed away the Vinuvinex. However, this tale was a lie. I, like many, had sought shelter within the walls of the city to fend off the terrible cold, and with mine own eyes did I see a figure carrying a flaming hammer depart from High Apollyona to do battle against the Vinuvinex, all while the royal estate remained sealed. The name of this champion I never learned, but I know this for certain - it was not the Sky King. It was a woman, long and lean, with a hammer in one hand and a crested shield in the other. She wore no protection against the cold save a simple woolen cloak. Through the dark I saw not her eyes, but her hair was as radiant as the sun - orange and yellow and red. She noticed me as she passed, we acknowledged each other, and then she disappeared from history. Where she lies buried, I cannot say - but when Sarrus awoke to find the Vinuvinex slain, he quickly assured his people that it was their divine god-king who had delivered them from the Profane Restrictor, and any chance at learning who she had been vanished with the freezing winds. In time, word spread of another great Profanity that had emerged in the east. In whispered tones people spoke about a great insect, a horrible crawling thing, with fluttering wings and impenetrable skin. In the tongue of the eastermen this creature was called the Lamanellant - the Profane Adamant. A single survivor from the town of Ruhm was said to have imparted a tale of considerable woe; the Lamanellant had descended from the sky, consumed every man, woman and child, and then retreated before the sun had risen the next day. No sword would cut its hide, no spear could pierce its flesh. It was undeterred by fire, or water, or any of the tools of nature. It was said to even fall from great heights and feel no shock from the impact. But with the story of the Lamanellant came another - one that those who had witnessed the transformation of the Great Terror found all too convincing. Whether by miscommunication, or an error in translation, a tale of the Demon Lancelot finding and battling the Profane Adamant in the mountains of Kimmeria was retold as the demon becoming the Lamanellant. It was said that this horrible insectoid form was the final stage of his terrible transfiguration, and so from then afterwards the name Lancelot was spoken interchangeably with that of the great insect. The last of the Profanities emerged on the final night of the reign of King Sarrus IX von Apollyon. The King of Europ, maddened by loss and the rapid decline of his authority, sought to raise another army to begin a final campaign of annihilation against the Fae, who he viewed as the source of his humiliation. He recalled all of his soldiers to High Apollyona, though few would answer his summons. His commanders had long since abandoned him, weak as he had become, but there were still those whose necks were not yet free of the Sky King’s boot. On the night of his ruin, his shambling army of eight thousand men was to depart the city for the coast, leaving High Apollyona nearly empty. It was from a great distance that I saw what came next. The fall of the House of Apollyon took place at dusk, on the final night of autumn. A soft rain had passed over the lands of the Sky King throughout much of the day, and there was a haze. We first heard the rumbling as the sun began to set - my friend the Primera feared it was an earthquake. Then we heard a sound I will never forget. Like a droplet of water fallen from a great height, but loud and deep, very deep, a great rolling sound that swept across the plains between the city and the steppe, where the convent sat. Through the haze we saw very little, but we could hear distant sounds - the earth breaking, screams, stone and mortar being reduced to little more than dust. Just before sundown, I had retired to the washroom to prepare for my rest. We had anticipated journeying to the capital on the next morning to survey what had occurred. By the mirror in my chamber I did see in the reflection a break in the haze, and the capital illuminated by the setting sun. What I saw in that instant was a horror unlike any I had ever known, or would ever know, throughout my entire life. The thing that emerged from beneath the earth to swallow the House of Apollyon was not a creature made by Gaia. It was not a creature that would have found patronage by any god of the heavens or earth. It was an abnormality, something that should not be, a creature whose very essence was inimical to all living things. It was colossal, and beneath the weight of its horrible radiance the entire city was being pulled into the dark below. But the mere sight of this terror, through the haze and in a reflection, caused my body to convulse. I was blinded instantly, and knew in that instant that many years had been taken from my life. For long hours I lingered on the brink of death, shuddering and shaking, as the grim essence of this thing I had seen ran its course through me. In time I was found and brought to see a minister, where I managed to make a recovery after some months. I learned then that my friend the Primera had seen the horror directly, from our perch on the edge of the convent’s tallest tower. While I no longer had eyes to see her with, the description from the curator was almost too tragic to speak of - her blood had boiled in her veins and then hardened, her mind had gone soft and leaked out through her open mouth, and her face had collapsed back into her vacant skull, which all now had the consistency of a soft cheese. Oh, what horrors we suffered. What horrors we had yet to suffer. Addendum 6765.7: Project PARAGON EKFOS Meeting Transcript Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: PARAGON Director Shannon Lancaster (Remotely) Dept. of Antediluvian Research Director Coryn Malthus SCP-6765 Research Head Dr. Matthew Fulweiler MTF Phi-19 Team Lead Agent Ashley Traynor Dir. Malthus: Appreciate your meeting with us on such short notice, Director. There’s a situation brewing that we need to resolve as quickly as possible. Dir. Lancaster: Of course. I’ve only skimmed your brief so far, what are you seeing? Dr. Fulweiler: There’s an issue with 6765-B. The entity has been… struggling, recently - incursions often are lost midway through, or so disorganized as to be incomprehensible. We’ve tried to get 6765-B to address this directly, but they’ve gone silent on the issue. Even Ogier and Javert haven’t been able to coax a response from them. Dir. Lancaster: Is its health suffering? Have we noted anything unusual in its physiology? Dir. Malthus: Its physiology is so alien to our own at this point that we have no real baseline. However, Dr. Fulweiler has a theory… Dr. Fulweiler: I - this is purely speculation, Director; I don’t want to pretend to understand how hundred thousand year old Daevite alchemical technology works. SCP-6765-A is a… machine, used to catch memories. The Daevites, however they accomplished it, learned how to store memory in blood. Most of what SCP-6765-A does is preserve that memory, but the throne itself is the aperture. 6765-B’s body acts like a filter, catching the transient memories as they pass through. We have tested the blood inside this machine over and over again and noted no significant difference in it, but it is not unreasonable to assume that there is a metaphysical component to this process as well - something we cannot so easily measure. Dir. Lancaster: So what are you proposing? Dr. Fulweiler: I believe we will need Ogier’s help here - 6765-B is more at ease with him, we believe, and perhaps if we find the right line of questioning, we can lead Relivine to the answer we’re looking for without coming at it so directly. But time is of the essence here - if the throne works like I believe it to work, and Relivine is the filter, then if the filter becomes clogged… well, I don’t know if we have an operational condition past that point. Dir. Lancaster: You believe that Ogier will be willing to help us with this? Dr. Fulweiler: Without a doubt. He is just as concerned as we are. Dir. Lancaster: Very well. Do what you need to do, and keep me up to date. Addendum 6765.8: Dream Journal Entry #114 The following is a journal entry written by Agent Evelyn Ivy, who was tasked with keeping a record of an interaction within the dreamspace of herself, SCP-6765-D, and SCP-6765-B. I awake into the twilight of Ogier’s dream and he stands near me, appearing as he often does in our dreams. He greets me, but looks uncertain. “Grim tidings,” he says. “Something sour lurks in the heart of this place. Something we have disturbed, perchance, or something rotten that was waiting to open up.” “What do you feel here?” I ask him. He pauses. “A shift. I have often communed with Lord Relivine in my many years of residence within his sacred halls. A great many things I have learned here, and through this learning I have grown closer towards the truth of Asem’s lingering presence in this world. But now, when I go to my Lord Relivine I see only… shifting patterns. Red and black. Something sick, and behind it - somewhere, is my friend. I will show you.” He turns from me, and I see now that we are standing in a wide field. I see mountains in the distance, and dark clouds forming overhead. Behind me, I see the glittering lights of Malidraug’s Vein. The ground rumbles beneath me. Rain begins to fall as the sun sets, and in the distance I hear the roar of water crashing against the mountainside. There is a shock as the earth beneath me begins to split. Through the din, I hear Ogier speak. His voice is quiet, as if he is praying. “Relivine, lord of memory, long have you dreamed idly atop Malidraug's sullen throne. I bid ye awaken, if you would.” The world grows still. The rumbling subsides until it is little more than a hum, and then it too goes quiet. The colors of twilight, brilliant just moments ago, fade to black and grey. Water hangs in the air around us, the first spray of an apocalypse postponed. There is silence. Then, I feel it. An uncertainty, something gnawing in my chest. I feel anxiety rising inside me, an animal’s reaction to a primal fear. The hairs on my arms stand on end, and sweat beads on my forehead. I look to Ogier, and see him desperately gripping his arm. His body has begun to contort, cracking and breaking at the seams as red flesh and meat push through the sinew and shatter his bones. He cries out, and as the agony leaves his lips I see a face forming alongside his, blank and unmoving with sunken alabaster eyes. He writhes there for a moment more, and it is then that I notice another figure standing nearby. A body hanging limply in the air, suspended as if in water. I look towards it, and I feel my chest tighten. It is Relivine, but not as I have seen them before. Their long hair is frayed and twisted, their visage blistered and pained. The scars across their chest are torn open, and from them seeps blood - black and oozing, and in the blood I see faces, screaming faces in the throes of their suffering. Relivine’s body shudders, and I feel the ancient fear creep into me again. From all around, I hear their voice. “St. Ogier,” they speak, their voice barely a hoarse whisper, “you ought not to have come. I would have desired to have you not see me in this state.” Ogier heaves his massive, horrible body towards the floating Relivine, his voice choked. “My Lord Relivine, what has happened to you? How have you come to be this way?” Relivine’s body shakes again. We are transported, not on the wind as we were in the past, but now through rock and stone, the sharp edges of the earth grinding against our skin. We sink down, deeper and deeper below until we reach a chamber at the bottom of the world. I see towering pillars stretching up into the darkness above, and all the world is lit only by the light of a single torch. There, in the center of the chamber, is a massive stone altar, etched with runes in a tongue I immediately know was lost to this darkness ages ago. Above this altar is a stone monolith, suspended in the air, hanging from some point far above us that cannot be seen. It too is inscribed with the same runes, and as I gaze at the stone I feel a cruel energy radiating off of them. Nearby is a man, skeletal and haggard in appearance with long, thin grey hair hanging from his face where a beard might have been. His eyes are sunken, his pupils pinpricks of light reflecting in the darkness. In his outstretched hands he holds a book, older even than he is, with pages torn and filthy and ink so fragile and ancient it seems to disappear as the flames flicker nearby. He speaks as he reads, and his voice is low and horrible. On the altar is a nightmare clouded by smoke and fire. Blood pours down from the edge of the altar and covers the floor, and I hear a scream without beginning or end emanating from within the shuddering mass. It is inhuman, something fully not of this world. It is the primal terror I am feeling, and I want nothing more in this moment than to run, flee, tear loose from my shackles of my body and depart to a different place and be free from this unknowable, unspeakable horror. But I am bound here, watching this wretched man read from his book while this monstrosity on the altar shrieks and writhes and pulls against invisible chains. “What is this wickedness?” I hear Ogier shouting over the din, and then I notice - the blood seeping from the scars over Relivine’s breast is the same black miasma as what pours from over the top of the altar. “What are you showing us?” Relivine does not move, their eyes transfixed on the scene. Blood gushes from the wounds on their chest and their groin, and their body shakes. Below us, the hierophant raises the tome high above his head, his voice rising in a wretched crescendo that breaks over the wailing of the unseen wraith upon the slab. There is a moment where, as if by a strong wind, the smoke is blown away and I can see it clearly - something that betrayed all sense of reason, an idea superimposed over the form of a man, something wearing the human form to commune with them but that had no supposition about their distinctions. This thing, this wretched mass of grasping arms and eyes circling around a bleeding red maw, was held as if in stasis, suspended in its own toxic runoff if for but a moment, before there is a crack from somewhere far above us, and the great stone monolith drops onto the altar. The creature screams, there is the sound of meat and magic and hot viscera, and then silence. The single torch goes still. The hierophant is quiet. We linger in this place. After some time, I hear the echo of Relivine speaking, as if from far away. "This is my divine ancestor," they say. I can feel a dread in their voice that weighs on me like a grim blanket. "This is the root from which the proud Daeva did grow. Everything that we were, all of our great works and accomplishments, came from this miserable creature." They sigh. "This is the Lord of Memory, in the moment his soul was stripped from his body and my forefather, the Old King Moros, entombed the latter here, deep beneath this citadel. Where his spirit went, I do not know - but this festering thing has been here ever since. I learned of it when I took my place on Malidraug's throne, and was warned even then to never disturb it. The enchantments placed here are old, and sacred. They cannot be remade." Relivine raises their hands, and we see now that they are blackened and scarred. "The rotten body of the King in Red is leeching its poison into me, my friends. It is a mindless thing, fully consumed by hate. As we have dreamed these many dreams of the sleeping Daeva, the Lord of Memory's corpse has become restless, and even now it pushes against the barriers created to seal it here. I tell you now - these walls will fall, in time. I have not enough strength left within me to seal this thing away again, and should it become free from its lonely place of rest, not only will this sacred archive be lost to us forever, but another horror of the ancient world will come upon you. No power remains in this world that can contest a true god, even one who has died." They look towards the darkness, and I see a terrible sadness pass over them. “There was one whom I dearly loved who, in a moment of great peril, was able to calm this great malice for a time. I was not able to save her, and the effort of what she tried to do caused her memory to be washed into nothingness. I have dreamt often of her, and I have long desired to see her again, but against the dread hatred that slumbers below us, she was a moth before a torch.” Then, they smile. For an instant I see something like peace pass over them. "But providence has blessed us with another who may do this thing. You, my dear Ogier, were once called the greatest sorcerer of your time. Your form has diminished, but there remains a strength in you - a strength to shame even the great deeds of your masters." I look to Ogier, but his eyes do not meet mine. His heart is elsewhere, I can feel it. "I do not know the way," he says. There is a rush of wind, and we are back at Relivine's throne. They are unmoving. "You will know it," their voice is very distant now, muffled and soft. "Find your light, Child of Asem, and you will find your way through the darkness of the Scarlet King's tomb." And then, I am awake. Addendum 6765.9: Exploratory Mission Audio/Video Transcript Note: The following is the audio/video transcript of an exploratory mission into the deeper sections of SCP-6765. Mission was conducted by the ATF Phi-19 “Pack Tactics”. The mission was intended to discern a path by which Foundation tactical thaumatology teams and SCP-6765-D could enter the lower areas of SCP-6765. Assigned Task Force Φ-19 “Pack Tactics” Agent Ashley “Outfoxed” Traynor - Team Lead Agent Shi “Brave” Tsuyaka - Communications Agent John “Xhu” Xi - Survey Agent Joris “Marshal” Chasteaux - Survey Agent Aiden “Krueger” Ashington - Fire Support Agent Jack “Orca” Daytona- Fire Support Agent Shadrick “Nano” Baku - Fire Support Φ-19 Outfoxed: Mic check. Φ-19 Krueger: Check. Φ-19 Orca: Check Φ-19 Nano: Check check. Φ-19 Marshal: Checky check check. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Behave. John, you. Φ-19 Xhu: Check. Φ-19 Outfoxed: How do we look? Φ-19 Brave: Good here. Command? EKFOS Command: We hear you loud and clear, team. Proceed to the insertion point. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Understood. With me. Team moves to an arched doorway within the throne room of SCP-6765. SCP-6765-C is nearby. SCP-6765-C: (Signing) DO NOT FORGET. MUCH OF THE BLOOD BELOW HAS SAT IDLE FOR A LONG TIME. IT MAY CHANGE WHAT YOU SEE IF YOU ARE NEAR IT, BUT THESE ARE ILLUSIONS. STAY AS FAR FROM IT AS YOU CAN. Φ-19 Brave: (Signing) WE UNDERSTAND. THANK YOU. SCP-6765-C: (Signing) BE GUIDED AND PROTECTED BY THE GRACE OF YOUR GOLDEN SUN, MY FRIENDS. Φ-19 Nano: What did it say? Φ-19 Brave: He said don’t touch the blood. Φ-19 Marshal: Oh, good. Was planning on not doing that anyway. Team enters the tunnel beyond the arched doorway. They reach a rectangular cutout in a stone wall - a place where an entrance has been cut into a previously solid door. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Φ-19 team ready to insert. EKFOS Command: Copy that, Outfoxed. Standby for clearance to descend. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Standing by. Φ-19 Orca: Cap, if you don’t mind me asking- Φ-19 Outfoxed: Go ahead. Φ-19 Orca: I can’t help but notice we’ve got three gunners on this strictly exploratory mission. I wasn’t prepped on potential hazards - what are we looking at here? Φ-19 Outfoxed: With any luck, you’re not looking at anything. Just helps to be careful. Φ-19 Orca: Sure, but is this like duck pond careful, or like that mall with the deer in it careful? Φ-19 Outfoxed: As far as I understand it, there shouldn’t be anything alive down there. So the former. Φ-19 Orca: Shouldn’t? Φ-19 Outfoxed: That person in the chair over there probably shouldn’t be alive either, right? They’re pretty old. Φ-19 Marshal: Yeah by the way how old are they actually? Because I didn’t get a look at them but they feel very old. Φ-19 Outfoxed: They’re very old. Φ-19 Marshal: Oh ok. Φ-19 Outfoxed: To answer your question Jack, we have no way of knowing. Better to be careful. Φ-19 Orca: Good enough for me. Φ-19 Krueger: Are we looking for anything specific? Φ-19 Xhu: The sleeping person up there thinks there’s probably a vertical access shaft about five hundred meters down from where we are now. They used it to bring water up from underground, back when this place wasn’t all underground. It might still be full of water, but as long as it’s not full of blood we can use it to get access to the lower levels - the part below all the blood. Φ-19 Nano: Great. That’s what I’ve always said about myself - nothing I want more in this life than to squeeze through a tunnel underneath a skyscraper full of blood. EKFOS Command: Φ-19 team, you are cleared to descend. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Roger that command. Follow me. Team passes through the cutout and into a dark tunnel. Shoulder mounted torches come online revealing a stone hallway. Φ-19 Xhu: We need to go south from our position here. Φ-19 Outfoxed: This way. Team moves down the hallway away from the throne room chamber, passing by several other blocked stone doorways. Φ-19 Marshal pauses by each to capture video of the text inscribed on them. They continue forward for another three minutes before reaching another archway; the frame is blocked by half of a stone slab, with the other half appearing to have broken off. Team finds no sign of the other half. Φ-19 Xhu navigates around the remaining half slab and onto a platform on the other side. He turns away from the hallway and gazes down at a large spiraling stone staircase centered around a deep pit. He aims his camera down into the pit, and the light from his torch does not reach the bottom. He looks up and sees the stone ceiling, and no more stairs leading upwards. Φ-19 Outfoxed: What do you see? Φ-19 Xhu: It’s a stairway down. Come on through, this platform is stable. The team passes through the broken archway and onto the platform. Φ-19 Krueger removes a flare from his belt and lights it, then tosses it into the pit. It falls for several seconds before impacting the ground below. Φ-19 Nano: Watch your step. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Orca, you take point. Φ-19 Orca: Copy that. Team descends down the spiraling staircase deeper into the structure. They pass several other small openings in the wall leading to long, narrow passages. After several minutes of descent, Φ-19 Orca stops. Φ-19 Xhu: You alright Orca? Φ-19 Orca: Yeah, sorry, I just… something strange. Do you hear something? The group stops to listen. Φ-19 Brave: Yeah, I do. (Pauses) There’s nothing but ambience being picked up by our cameras. Φ-19 Marshal: I don’t hear anything. What do you hear? Φ-19 Orca: Sounds like someone talking. I can’t understand it, they sound far away, but it’s definitely a conversation. At least two people. Φ-19 Outfoxed: You’re sure we’re not picking anything up? Φ-19 Brave: Nothing. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Got it. Command, we’re dealing with a potential cognitohazard down here. Some of the guys are having non-audible auditory hallucinations. EKFOS Command: Copy that team leader, await further instruction. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Roger. Φ-19 Krueger: I hear it now too. It’s not… wow, that’s strange. Φ-19 Outfoxed: What is it? Φ-19 Krueger: It’s not - I don’t feel like I’m hearing it, really. Not like you and I talking, it’s more like… fuck me, how do I even describe it? Φ-19 Brave: It’s like remembering something, when something pops back into your head. You know what I mean? Φ-19 Krueger: That’s exactly it. Like a daydream. How bizarre. Φ-19 Outfoxed: I hear you. Are you OK to proceed? Φ-19 Brave: I am, I - do you not hear anything? Φ-19 Outfoxed: (Taps the back of her neck) Implants on the brain stem from an accident in Ukraine in 2013. Did some excessive cognitohazard training afterwards when I was relearning how to move properly, all part of that process. Your brain is trained to recognize certain signals, and when it’s receiving them in a different way you have to basically start from scratch. They offered the cognito stuff while my brain was still malleable. It’s come in pretty handy. Φ-19 Nano: Damn, good doctors. Φ-19 Outfoxed: You have no idea. If you ever suffer near-brain death, ask for Doctor Ordo at Site-415. Man is a savant. Φ-19 Nano: Good to know. EKFOS Command: Team lead, you’re cleared to proceed at your discretion. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Copy that, command. Up to you guys, what do you think? Φ-19 Xhu: Fuck it, let’s keep going. If we start going crazy at least you’ll be able to pull us out. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Any objections? Φ-19 Brave: None. Φ-19 Marshal: Nada. Φ-19 Krueger: I’m fine, yeah. Φ-19 Outfoxed: (To Nano and Orca) You two as well? (They nod in agreement) Alright. Let’s keep going. Looks like we’re getting near the bottom. Team continues to descend down the spiral staircase. As they reach the bottom, they see the dropped flare lying on the stone floor. The landing is damp, but passable. Across from the bottom of the staircase is a large entryway in the stone wall leading down another hallway. Φ-19 Outfoxed: There we go. Our way down has got to be out that way. Marshal, send a probe down that way. Φ-19 Marshal: Aye aye, captain. Φ-19 Marshal produces a small drone from his bag. After setting parameters, he lifts it into the air. The drone’s quadcopters come online and it rises into the air before leaving to enter the hallway. Φ-19 Marshal slides a tactical lens in front of his goggles and monitors the drone’s progress as it maps out the hallway in front of them. As the team waits for the drone to return, the video/audio feed momentarily cuts out. It returns three seconds later. EKFOS Command: Team lead, we lost you for a second. Is everything alright? Φ-19 Outfoxed: We’re fine. Some rumbling down here, from somewhere underneath us. Maybe seismic activity? EKFOS Command: Copy that, we’re looking into it. Φ-19 Xhu: That didn’t feel like seismic activity. Φ-19 Outfoxed: No, I don’t think so either. Everyone alright? Φ-19 Brave: I can hear those people talking again, Cap. It’s a lot louder now, I can make out individual voices. Φ-19 Outfoxed: What do you hear? Φ-19 Krueger: It’s a woman, and a younger girl. They’re talking to - no, the woman is talking to the little girl. I think it’s her daughter, but I can’t really make out what they’re saying. Φ-19 Nano: I hear it too. They’re not speaking any language I’ve ever heard before. It’s something different, but I still feel like I can remember, er - maybe it’s just intuiting, some kind of meaning? I’m really not sure. (Pauses) Like, there. Do you hear what she just said? Φ-19 Brave: She’s trying to reassure her daughter, I’m certain of it. I can’t tell you why I’m certain of it, but I know that’s what it is, and the daughter is… scared, maybe not the right word? She’s nervous. Φ-19 Krueger: She’s asking her daughter to do something, and it’s making the daughter anxious. She’s trying to soothe her. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Are you hearing this as well, Marshal? Φ-19 Marshal: Yeah but I’m trying to fly the drone, remember? Φ-19 Outfoxed: Ah, fair enough. What have you got? Φ-19 Marshal: Hang on. The scout drone appears through the entryway. It proceeds towards Φ-19 Marshall, who extends his hand. The drone lands on his hand and deactivates. He stows the drone and removes the tactical lens. Φ-19 Marshal: There’s a primary hallway here that extends around the side of whatever the larger structure of this place is, in a kind of semi-circle. This whole thing was exposed a long time ago, right? Like, it wasn’t underground? Φ-19 Xhu: Correct. Part of it was underground, but we believe the part we’re in now would’ve been above ground. Φ-19 Marshal: Well, there are a bunch of balcony-looking things coming off this hallway, so I’m going to interpret that as this being some kind of promenade that would’ve looked out from inside the tower. They’re all collapsed, obviously, with stone and dirt, but there are more inward-facing doorways that point in the direction of the center of the tower. At the very end of this hallway is another collapsed door, but on a wall nearby is a fountain - I guarantee that’s what it is. It’s made of metal, it looks like a fountain, it’s a fountain. There’s a closed door near it, and I bet money that’s where your access point is. (Pauses) Also, she’s telling her daughter to get into bed, and the daughter doesn’t want to get into bed. She says she’s not tired, it’s not bedtime, and she’s nervous because everyone else is going to sleep and not waking up. Φ-19 Outfoxed: You can understand what they’re saying? Φ-19 Marshal: No, of course not. But I remember hearing this conversation when it was spoken. I have no fucking clue why I’m able to say that, but it’s what is happening in my brain right now. I was in the room when this conversation happened, I remember it as clearly as I remember what I had for breakfast this morning. There was a woman, I don’t remember who she was, but she was there with her daughter. They were some of the last ones there, and she was trying to get her daughter to lie down and go to sleep. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Do you know why? Φ-19 Brave: It’s because she didn’t want her to be forgotten. (Pauses) I remember it too. She was afraid for her daughter, and tried to protect her. Φ-19 Nano: What do you think it means? Φ-19 Marshal: Means we’re getting close. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Let’s proceed, then. You know the way? Φ-19 Marshal: Yep. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Your lead. Team enters the passageway off the stairwell chamber. They proceed slowly. Φ-19 Krueger: Hang on. Φ-19 Outfoxed: What’s wrong? Φ-19 Krueger: Can’t hear them anymore, not the same people talking, but… something about this place. Φ-19 Orca: Yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Right here, look. Do you see this place here? (Gestures towards one of the large openings in the wall on the right side of the hallway now covered in earth and rock debris) This was a… an overlook, or a balcony, yeah. There was someone standing here, and he saw… something rising up over the mountains… Φ-19 Brave: A wall of water, higher than the loftiest of Malidraug’s peaks… Φ-19 Nano: He felt fear, at first, standing here. He knew he didn’t have time, that nothing would protect him from what was coming. Φ-19 Krueger: But then he… laughed… and felt something like… serenity? A moment of peace. Φ-19 Brave: He prayed… Φ-19 Marshal: He felt his prayer was answered. He knew it in his soul, and then… Φ-19 Xhu: He was obliterated by the impact. Φ-19 Nano: But his blood… his blood ran down through the stones, what little remained, and it ran down into… well, somewhere below us. Φ-19 Krueger: That’s it. That’s what it is. We’re - we’re sitting on top of them, now, right? Or below them, next to them. That’s why we can remember these voices, even though they sound distant. They weren’t killed, or - I guess - they were killed, but they’re not gone… they’re all right here, exactly like they were before. Φ-19 Marshal: Cap, over there. Look. Team comes around the last corner of the passageway. On an inside wall is a wide metallic basin, over which are several upturned spigots. Much of the mechanism appears to have rusted away. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Do you guys remember this at all? Φ-19 Nano: I do. (Walks up to the basin) I remember it well. (Pauses) This is a water fountain. Team is silent. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Fucking idiot, I swear to god. Φ-19 Nano: I’m not sorry. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Alright, Marshal, where’s our descent point? Φ-19 Marshal: That door there - if I was going to guess. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Let’s get it open. Nano, Krueger and Orca approach the closed stone doorway with tactical pickaxes. Wedging them into the corner of the door, they slide the stone sideways. Φ-19 Orca: Jesus Christ. Φ-19 Outfoxed: What is it? Φ-19 Krueger: It’s not uh, I mean, I guess it’s a way down. Φ-19 Krueger looks out past the closed doorway. The rear of the fountain mechanism is exposed, and what appears to have been the beginning of a large reservoir is visible, but the back wall has collapsed and fallen away. Beyond where the back wall of the reservoir shaft had been is a vast chamber, the far side of which the team’s lights do not reach. Many large, intricately detailed stone pillars rise up from out of the darkness below to support a ceiling somewhere above them. From their position, they can see a landing just below, dotted with rows of stone slabs. The sound of fluid moving somewhere nearby is clearly audible. Φ-19 Outfoxed: That will definitely work. Are we able to get down there? Φ-19 Nano: That platform there is maybe thirty meters down? We can scale that, yeah. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Let’s do it, then. Team prepares their descent harnesses. Φ-19 Krueger and Xhu stay in the hallway to monitor the descent. Φ-19 Outfoxed: Command, our access shaft is compromised, but it’s opened up into a- Team audio/video cuts out. There is a noticeable significant rumbling from below the EKFOS Command station. Several attempts are made to get in contact with the Φ-19 team over the course of the next 20 minutes. A secondary retrieval team is prepped after ten minutes of no-contact. After twenty-two minutes, EKFOS Command receives an uplink from Φ-19 Brave’s audio comms. Φ-19 Brave: Φ-19 to Command, Φ-19 to Command. Do you copy? EKFOS Command: We hear you, Brave. What happened down there? Φ-19 Brave: Are you getting video? EKFOS Command: Negative, Brave. What’s your status? Φ-19 Brave: There was a- a uh, some kind of rumbling, and then the floor underneath us went out. Fell pretty far - I was hooked up to my harness, and so was Orca, but Krueger fell down somewhere underneath us. We’ve been able to talk to him and Cap, but their radios are fucked and we can’t get down to where they’re at. I think Krueg has a broken leg, he was shouting pretty bad at first. I’m here with Orca, we’ve got Nano and Marshal with us, managed to catch them, Xhu is still up top but his transponder got hit and is busted pretty bad. EKFOS Command: Copy that Brave, where are you now? Φ-19 Brave: Hard to tell you, it’s pretty fucking dark in here. We’re uh, we’re on a platform, there’s this big central area on the other side of the wall, I think it was the bulk of the tower, but parts of it have all fallen down into the uh… into the dark down there, we can’t see where anything has gone. There are these platforms, kind of all around the center shaft - well, shaft maybe isn’t the right word, but it’s… hang on, I need to… Φ-19 Brave is silent for an additional twenty-six seconds. Afterwards, his video uplink is reestablished. Φ-19 Brave, Orca, Marshal and Nano are standing on a wide stone platform. Long rows of flat stone slabs run out in all directions around them. EKFOS Command: Copy that, Brave. Are you in contact with Xhu? Φ-19 Brave: Negative, he ran off a few minutes ago to try and get help. EKFOS Command: We’re preparing an extraction team to come and get you, stay where you’re at. Φ-19 Brave: We’ll - yeah, copy that. Φ-19 Brave walks over towards one of the stone slabs where Orca and Nano are standing. A dark sheet is draped over a figure laying on the slab. Their conversation is picked up on Brave’s audio receiver. Φ-19 Nano: What do you think it is? Φ-19 Orca: What does it look like to you? Look around. They’re all the same. There’s a groove here, see, where it runs down towards the floor, and then across towards the center there. And you see how the ground is sloped a bit? Φ-19 Brave: It’s a mausoleum. Φ-19 Orca: Yeah. This is where it happened. Which means… Φ-19 Orca pulls back the sheet, revealing a human skeleton underneath. Parts of the skeleton have been reduced to dust, but larger structures are still identifiable. Φ-19 Nano: Jesus. Φ-19 Marshal: Guys, come over here. Look. Φ-19 Brave, Nano and Orca walk across the platform past the rows of slabs towards one smaller than the others. A dark sheet is draped over a diminutive figure laying on the slab. Φ-19 Brave: Oh. The team is silent for several seconds. Φ-19 Nano: I remember the end of this, the conversation they had. I can hear it in my head, clear as day. Like they’re talking right now. Φ-19 Orca: Me too. Φ-19 Marshal: (Pauses) “Lay down, my sunlight. It is time for us to sleep. We’re all going to sleep now.” Φ-19 Brave: “I’m afraid.” Φ-19 Marshal: "I know. It’s OK to be afraid. I am afraid too, but we will sleep here together, you and I, and we will dream of each other often. We will be together in the dark, don’t you see? We must be strong, for each other.” Φ-19 Brave: “Will it hurt?” Φ-19 Marshal: “Only for a moment, and then we’ll be together. You remember how it was for your nana? Only a moment, and then we will be together.” Φ-19 Brave: “I don’t want to go without you.” Φ-19 Marshal: “Oh, my sunlight. It will only be for a moment. You will go first, and you won’t have to wait long. Nana will be there waiting for you, and your Bebo. Do not cry. Everything will be alright. Don’t cry.” Φ-19 Orca: She lays her daughter down, here, and she draws a long knife. Φ-19 Nano: Her hand trembles. Φ-19 Orca: This is not the first time she has performed this ritual. Φ-19 Brave: But it is the hardest. Φ-19 Marshal: She is strong, though. She meets her daughter’s fearful eyes with her own, to reassure her one more time. All four together: She slides the knife across her daughter’s neck, and down her arms… They are silent. Φ-19 Brave: She is small. She does not struggle for long. Φ-19 Nano: Her body goes cold. The blood runs down through the crack in the stone, into the basin below, and then- Φ-19 Marshal: Down the floor, across the room, mixing with the rest, until it falls away into the darkness beyond… that wall. Marshal gestures towards a door on the far end of the room, towards the center of the structure. Φ-19 Brave: The mother stands. Her heart is beating fast. Φ-19 Nano: She can barely breathe. She hears a roar growing outside. She knows the end has come. Φ-19 Orca: But something… something catches her attention. Her focus is drawn to it, all at once. Φ-19 Brave: An animal’s impulse, something built into the fiber of her ancestry. Her hair stands on end. Φ-19 Marshal: Something else has felt the roar of the water, as well. Something deep below. Something that was never meant to wake. Φ-19 Nano: She moves for the door, pausing only to look at her daughter, and then once towards the sky. Φ-19 Brave: She grips the knife in her fist. Φ-19 Orca: She is determined: Φ-19 Nano: She says… she says something… ah, she’s fading, I can’t… I can’t see her anymore. What did she say? Φ-19 Marshal: “My Lord Daughter… My Lord Son… be our sacred deliverance. Be our quiet rest. Be our living memory.” Φ-19 Brave: She goes to the door, and opens it, and - holy shit, Cap! Φ-19 Outfoxed and Krueger stand in the doorway. Krueger is limping badly, a makeshift splint wrapped around his left leg. Φ-19 Outfoxed: You’re going to want to see this. The Φ-19 team pass through the arched doorway into the chamber beyond. There is only a single source of light that dimly illuminates the room; a colossal cylinder of blood roughly 180m in diameter, glowing and shifting. It hangs in the air suspended by some invisible force - rings of black stone set around it every hundred or so meters up and down. Φ-19 Brave: Oh my god. Command, do you see this? EKFOS Command: We do. Can you link us to team lead? Φ-19 Brave: Copy that, one moment. Φ-19 Brave sets up a comms link with Outfoxed. Φ-19 Outfoxed: This is Traynor. EKFOS Command: Good to hear from you, team lead. Are you alright? Φ-19 Outfoxed: I’m fine, my pack took the worst of it. Krueger needs extract, and we need to get a forward team down here. See down there? Φ-19 Outfoxed points along the side of the massive room they are standing in. A long, wide staircase extends down past them into the darkness below. Φ-19 Outfoxed: I’ve found your way down. EKFOS Command: Copy that, team lead. Well done. Standby for extract, let’s get your boys out of there. Addendum 6765.10: Operation RENEWAL and HERITAGE Event Incident Log The following is a collection of transcripts, both from recorded audio/video and from interviews conducted before and after the SCP-6765 “HERITAGE Event” detailing the lead up to Operation RENEWAL and its aftermath. Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: PARAGON Director Shannon Lancaster Dept. of Antediluvian Research Director Coryn Malthus SCP-6765 Research Head Dr. Matthew Fulweiler Dir. Lancaster: Recording has started. Lay it out for us. Dir. Malthus: Engineering teams have set up a freight elevator inside the central shaft of SCP-6765. It’s big enough for Ogier, a strike team, and our thaumaturgical research team. Dr. Fulweiler has volunteered to run operations on the ground, while we stay here and monitor the situation from Command. Dr. Fulweiler: We’re anticipating the descent to take about an hour and a half, without any interruptions. The bottom of this main shaft is about seven and a half klicks below ground, and then we believe there’s a further area below that where SCP-6765-E is located. We’ll be planting relays the whole way down to keep our line of communications up, and we’re going to have a zero exposure policy in place throughout - first sign of trouble and we pull the E-brake, bring us back up. Dir. Lancaster: Have we managed to get anything else out of sleeping beauty regarding whatever we’re going to see down there? Dr. Fulweiler: No such luck. Relivine has gone totally silent. None of our agents have been able to commune with them over the last few days. Ogier assures us they’re still alive, but only just. Whatever influence this -E entity is exerting over Relivine, it’s getting worse. We can’t wait around hoping this is going to just get better anymore. Dir. Lancaster: So it would seem. How much longer do your teams need to get set up? Dir. Malthus: Engineering says they’ll be ready to go within the next three days. Dir. Lancaster: Good. Let’s not waste any more time. SCP Foundation Department of Antediluvian Research EKFOS Command OPERATION RENEWAL Operation Brief: As a result of information gained through communication with SCP-6765-B, it has been determined that the ongoing success of the mission within the Daevite archive at SCP-6765 relies on the mitigation of a hostile thaumaturgical influence deep below the structure. Anomalies of specific interest: SCP-6765-B: The Daevite King Relivine of Malidraug, an antediluvian ruler and warlord who exists now as the primary conduit by which SCP-6765-A, the “Throne of Malidraug”, is operated. This individual is the lynchpin of a complex thaumaturgical process wherein a vast amount of information gathered within SCP-6765 from the collective memory of the Daevite people is available by way of metanarrative communion within the liminal dream-space created by SCP-6765-C, an SCP-1000 instance who self-identifies as “Javert”. SCP-6765-D: Ogier, son of Osires, also called St. Ogier, one of four antediluvian warriors in sworn service to a line of ancient kings, whose transformation into an approximation of a faerie demon was interrupted by SCP-6765-B. Was once an occultist and thaumatologist of some renown, and is believed by SCP-6765-B to be capable of mitigating the hostile thaumaturgical influence of SCP-6765-E. SCP-6765-E: Currently unknown - described by SCP-6765-B as the “rotting corpse of the Lord of Memory”. The “Lord of Memory”, also called the “King in Red”, is believed to have been a precursor entity to the Scarlet King. During an event in the distant past, the metaphysical aspect of the “Lord of Memory” was separated from its physical body, and the two became fully disconnected. In order to distinguish between these two related but clearly delineated entities, it is currently understood that the metaphysical aspect is what the Foundation identifies as the “Scarlet King”, while the previously unknown physical aspect (SCP-6765-E) is the “King in Red”. Formalized operation details below. [END OF EXCERPT] Internal Interview Transcript Subject: Agent Quentin Ryld, ATF S-1 “Paradise Lost” Interviewer: Researcher Barrett Kenley, EKFOS Command Kenley: Tell me about the lead up to the event. Ryld: The atmosphere changed. I was talking to Patterson about it a few days before, but it was really strange. EKFOS isn’t a particularly lighthearted assignment, you know, and the spooky on the chair doesn’t help matters much, but we’ve been able to keep things fairly cheery, at least above ground. But once the new operation was announced, the mood changed almost overnight. We kept feeling these - these earthquakes, I guess, from somewhere way below us, and there was this weird apprehension that settled in. Kenley: Where do you think the mood came from? Freight elevator and inner chamber of SCP-6765. Ryld: Honestly? The dreamer agents. They used to go on their little seances, and then they’d come back with these wild stories of legends and heroes from so long ago it’s hard to even imagine - and then over the course of a week or two they went quiet. There weren’t any fantastical tales anymore, no descriptions of ancient creatures or warriors or anything like that. They would go to sleep, and when they’d wake up they just looked… I dunno. Empty. Like they were feeling what we were all feeling. (Pauses) Plus, we were working on the elevator then, too, so everyone who went into the tower down below was exposed to that… what are we even calling it? Waterfall of blood? Kenley: The reservoir? Ryld: I guess. You’d think the eeriest part about it was that it was a floating blood thing, but being down there next to it… it’s really hard to describe. It was like they were watching you. Everyone who had ever bled into that thing was hanging there in the air, watching you fasten a railing or lay down conduit. Felt like we were desecrating a cemetery, but there wasn’t any malice about it. I think they probably knew that thing was down there, and they… well, they probably had bigger concerns than a few upturned graves. EKFOS Command Audio/Video Security Logs Subject: SCP-6765-D Subject: Agent Evelyn Ivy Agent Ivy: What's wrong? SCP-6765-D: Hmmm? Oh, no, don't worry about me. I am… I am fine. Agent Ivy: Ogier, come on. For months you've let me walk around inside your memory, don't shut me out of your head now. SCP-6765-D: I don't mean to place my burdens on any other, truly. Please, think not of it. Agent Ivy: Don't "think not of it" me. Just talk to me, Ogier. I am your friend. SCP-6765-D: I… you are very kind, Lady Ivy. Kinder perhaps than I deserve. In truth, I am afraid. My dreams of late have been grim - the specter below us grows ever more bold, and each day its slumber becomes lighter. I… Agent Ivy: Ogier, it's alright. Don't hide from me. SCP-6765-D: I… I… look at me, Evelyn. Look at what I am. Look at… at this! Cursed! Defiled, broken, desecrated. Cast out from Apollyon's citadel and left to wander and rot in the wastes - this, this is what is meant to rebuild Moros' prison? This… wretchedness? In my youth I performed miracles, yes, and could bend Asem's lingering light as I so desired, but this? Ah, Evelyn. I have laid in this room, unmoving but to cross it to the stairs, and then back, for an age of the Earth. In all that time, I have learned, and I have rested, but what has it made me? Am I less this thing I have become? Have the years somehow turned away the tide of this curse? Yes, while I was young I basked in the glory of the young Earth and I could move mountains, but now? Those were the actions of St. Ogier, the blessed disciple of Asem's sun. Those were the actions of the Lord's Royal Pontifex. I am… I have wasted away into nothing, a shell of the being I was, glorious and radiant. This weight I carry on me - no, this weight I have become, for it is not separate of what I am. It was once like a parasite, but time has passed - oh, how time has passed, Evelyn! Now I am this thing, this lumbering, cruel mockery. This just punishment for our sins, this is what I am. Can this thing accomplish the task laid out before me? Silence. SCP-6765-D: Relivine, my Lord and friend, once told me that throughout the many collected lives of the Daeva, one constant always gave him heart - the knowledge that there were always those who would rise to resist darkness, who would find within them a hidden valor that would lead them, if not to victory, than to some kind of honor. But honor, dignity, valor - these were the attributes of greater men. Of men who were given their time in the sun. What is St. Ogier, but a legend lost to time? This demon - for I know that is what I am called in your records, and rightfully so - it is not St. Ogier. It is flesh, and bone, and little else. The lingering light faded long ago, as did I, and if I cannot summon the strength to do this thing, then… Silence. SCP-6765-D: I am sorry. Agent Ivy: Don't apologize to me. (Pauses) Here, let me get us some tea. We can sit and talk for a while. SCP-6765-D: That would be nice. Internal Interview Transcript Subject: Agent Sal Brisco, ATF S-1 “Paradise Lost” Interviewer: Researcher Barrett Kenley, EKFOS Command Kenley: Tell me about the descent. Brisco: Treacherous, to say the least. They had us tied down pretty good up there, but the entire place was shaking every few minutes, stuff was falling down from the ceiling. All the while we had to look at that big glowing tube of blood next to us. Did they tell you that it made you hear things? That's not the right way to describe it - it would fuck with your memory. I'm sitting there, and I get this passing thought, where I remember being a kid and this guy was there, who looked way out of place, and he was trying to communicate something to me but I didn't understand what he said. Now - I know this guy couldn't have possibly existed back then, not a chance. I know he didn't just show up one day in Queens and start talking his crazy talk, but I remember it distinctly. There were others, too, guys kept talking about them. Sometimes they'd just be watching you, like you remember seeing them out of the corner of your eye once, but sometimes they'd do this… I dunno how to describe it, like some kind of gesture. The big guy said it was a sign of encouragement. I don't know if that's true, maybe he was just trying to distract us, but the guys bought it for sure. Everyone was doing it to each other, this weird little gesture. (Laughs) If it was supposed to be a sign of encouragement, the big guy wasn't buying it. Kenley: What do you mean? Brisco: He… ah. He didn't look well. He was separated from us, you know, on the other side of the elevator, just him, that dream agent, the big furry fellow and Dr. Fulweiler. They didn't talk much, but every so often I'd look over there and he'd have his eyes closed, and he'd be moving his mouth real softly. I think he was praying. (Pauses) I guess that's pretty telling, considering what happened, aye? All of us goofing around, ignoring obvious warnings about what was coming, and this one guy trying to find a god who would listen to him. Internal Interview Transcript Subject: Captain Jacques St. Moore, ATF S-1 “Paradise Lost” Team Lead Interviewer: Dir. Shannon Lancaster, PARAGON St. Moore: We reached the bottom after about two hours of travel. That column of blood extended all the way to the bottom, but there was a change in it as it got nearer to the end. I don't know how else to describe it except to say it felt "grim". Up near the top it was glowing bright red, and there were just these streaks of black and purple running through it, but at the bottom it was almost all black. We stopped hearing those voices, too, the ones everyone has been talking about. It got so dark down there you couldn't see your hand in front of your face without a torch. The only light we didn't bring with us was the faintest red glow from way up above, but it wasn't worth much. Dir. Lancaster: What did you find at the bottom? St. Moore: The bottom of the tower opens up into an enormous cavern, and all around the outside of it are these massive - I'm telling you, maybe as big around as a house, these huge stone pillars that stretch up from the cavern floor to arch at the bottom of the tower structure. We thought there had maybe been floor there at one point, and falling debris had knocked it all away, because there was plenty of that too. Old columns, big pieces of stone, bones. Residue from the tower falling apart over the last however many years. We stopped, and after we left the elevator we set up our forward camp. It wasn't too long until Greys and Maxwell found the way down - way in the corner of the cavern was this little building, looked like a little chapel, made out of this oily black stone. Being near that place - I've gotta tell you, it was horrible. That building, and everything underneath it, just being there felt wrong. You got to feeling sick, but not like sick to your stomach - like your whole body was trying to reject whatever was in the air. It soaked into your clothes, into your skin - I burned my jacket after we came back up. Just couldn't stand to look at it. Dir. Lancaster: What was in the chapel? St. Moore: A few rows of stone benches, and then a staircase at the back that lead down below. It stank, too - I don't know if that got put in the report, but it was horrible. Even after we put on breathing gear, it was wretched. The stairway down wound around a lot, and as we got deeper the lights we were carrying started to get darker, too. They weren't broken, they just didn't produce as much light. Some of the other agents got anxious, and had to turn back. There were a few who just stopped in the stairwell and wouldn't move - they sat there in the dark for hours until we had come back up. By the time we got to the bottom, there were only a few of us left - maybe twenty. It was hardest on -D, he basically had to drag himself the whole way down the stairs. I didn't get a good look at his face, but he was clearly struggling. Honestly, we all were - it was a horribly oppressive place to be. Dir. Lancaster: And then, what was at the bottom of the stairway? St. Moore: It opened into another cave, maybe the biggest I've seen in my life. I don't know if it's bigger than that abscess in Brazil, but it was huge. By that point, our lights were almost out - but it didn't matter. The cavern was lit from the center, way at the bottom. Dir. Lancaster: What was it? St. Moore: The tomb, I suppose. A stone monolith that stretched up into the blackness above us. It was bigger than a skyscraper, just solid rock, but at the bottom you could see where it was sitting on another stone platform, and that… that thing was propping it up, just a bit, but the light that came out of that place… I think you know as well as I do by now that there are some things that the eyes of men just weren't designed to look at. AUDIO/VIDEO TRANSCRIPT AGENT S. RUSHINGWATER ATF S-1 PARADISE LOST Agent Rushingwater follows behind the agent directly in front of them (R. Erikson). Light produced by the agent's shoulder mounted torch is significantly reduced. Agent Rushingwater keeps an arm on Agent Erikson's shoulder to gauge the distance between them. Ahead, the hallway becomes slightly more illuminated by a dull red light from somewhere up ahead. None of the agents or research staff speak. Tomb of SCP-6765-E, the "King in Red". After a short time, the task force emerges onto a rocky ledge overlooking a deep cavern. As they step out onto the ledge, there is a loud, low rumble that emanates from the center of the room - the seismic activity that had previously been reported. However, the source of the activity is now evident - a single massive monolith of stone rising up from a platform at the center of a shallow pool near the cavern's floor. As the earth shakes, the monolith is seen rising upwards slightly. An intense red light shines from the narrow space between the monolith and the platform over which it hangs. SCP-6765-D speaks quietly in an antediluvian tongue. Agent St. Moore: What's that? SCP-6765-D: A prayer, my friend. That perhaps even in a place so dark as this, a light might still shine on us, if only for a moment. Internal Interview Transcript Subject: Agent Sarah Conway, ATF S-1 “Paradise Lost” Team Lead Interviewer: Dr. Aaron LaRoche, EKFOS Command LaRoche: You made it down to the bottom of the stairwell? Conway: Aye, with no small effort. It was horrible, could feel the life just draining out of you. Never felt so miserable in my life. Maybe two dozen of us got down there, plus the big guy and the bigfoot. LaRoche: What happened next? Conway: Well, there was - I think Parker saw it first, but there was this person - I can't say if it were a person, truthfully, seemed more like just the idea of a person, maybe a woman, but it was hanging there in the air in front of this huge stone thing, and there was this - I mean, it was magic, wasn't it? She was doing some kind of magic, I think, you could see these symbols around her hands, and around her head, but they were so dim you could barely make them out, and as we came over the lip of the platform, this person, she sort of… craned her neck, just a touch, like she was acknowledging we were there, and then… then everything happened all at once, didn't it? LaRoche: Explain what you saw. Conway: This huge stone tower, thing, it shot up maybe a meter or two, or more, and this… this energy, just starts pouring out of the space underneath it. I think if you - if you look at my video, if it managed to survive, I was watching this woman when it happened, and she was just, in a second, boom - atomized. Turned to dust, and the whole place was shaking, stone and shit was falling from the ceiling, it was a mess. There was this sound, it was like… I dunno, I can't even describe it now, it was something like an animal you might hear at night, far away and lonesome, or hurt, and it was getting louder, and blood started coming over the edge of the platform, running over our shoes, and it was coming from up underneath this stone pillar like a flood. I remember hearing Oxford shouting, and Goeff was yelling that he could see something, and then he got pulled in underneath it, into that horrible red… thing, and he screamed… LaRoche: It's alright. It's over. Conway: Aye, I know. I know, I know. But it's just… it's the knowing, you know? The knowing that this thing we saw, this old dead thing… there have to be more like it, right? We know they found the one in South America, and then there was this one. How many holes are there in the Earth full of things like this? We were lucky this time, I think - we got there in the nick of time, but what happens when we miss one? LaRoche: That is precisely why PARAGON exists. Conway: Yeah, but it wasn't PARAGON that saved our lives down there, doctor. SCP FOUNDATION PARAGON EKFOS GRAVEMIND.AIC EMERGENCY WARNING SYSTEM AUTOMATED BULLETIN WARNING - WARNING - WARNING WARNING - WARNING - WARNING WARNING - WARNING - WARNING THE FOLLOWING IS AN OFFICIAL COMMUNICATION FROM GRAVEMIND.AIC ANOMALOUS EXTRASPATIAL ACTIVITY HAS BEEN DETECTED AT THE SCP FOUNDATION EASTERN KASHMIR FORWARD OPERATING SITE [EKFOS]. MULTIPLE PERSONNEL REPORTING EXTREME COGNITOHAZARDOUS ACTIVITY AT EKFOS SITE ALPHA [SCP-6765]. MULTIPLE PERSONNEL REPORTED MISSING AT EKFOS SITE ALPHA [SCP-6765]. ALL PERSONNEL STATIONED AT EKFOS SITE BETA, DELTA, EPSILON, AND GAMMA ARE TO REMAIN AT THEIR STATIONS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. ANY PERSONNEL STATIONED AT EKFOS SITE ALPHA [SCP-6765] WHO WERE NOT IMMEDIATELY AFFECTED BY THE ANOMALOUS ACTIVITY ARE TO REPORT TO THEIR NEAREST CHECKPOINT STATION. UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, EKFOS SITE ALPHA [SCP-6765] IS DECLARED OFF-LIMITS - AREA IS HIGHLY DANGEROUS AND EXTREMELY UNSTABLE. BY ORDER OF SCP FOUNDATION OVERWATCH COMMAND PROTOCOL 113.1.9, ALL EMERGENCY WARNINGS AT PARAGON SITES ARE RED-OMEGA PRIORITY. THIS MESSAGE WILL REPEAT. WARNING - WARNING - WARNING WARNING - WARNING - WARNING WARNING - WARNING - WARNING Internal Interview Transcript Subject: Dr. Matthew Fulweiler, SCP-6765 Research Lead Interviewer: Dir. Shannon Lancaster, PARAGON Dir. Lancaster: Before we get started, I want to let you know how happy I am that you're alright. Dr. Fulweiler: Ah, yeah, thanks. No worse for wear. Dir. Lancaster: How's your arm? Dr. Fulweiler: Better, thanks. PARAGON spares no expense on its traveling med teams. Dir. Lancaster: I'm glad to hear that's been communicated. (Pauses) Are you ready? Dr. Fulweiler: I am. Dir. Lancaster: Let's start at the top. Dr. Fulweiler: We consider HERITAGE to have begun the moment the Daevite woman was destroyed - everything started happening pretty quickly afterwards. Whatever enchantment she had been maintaining was already extremely weak, and in a moment of hesitation she was finally overpowered and annihilated. SCP-6765-E, the uh - er, sorry- Dir. Lancaster: No, it's fine. No need for formalities right now. Dr. Fulweiler: Yeah, thanks. The King in Red, we think the monolith was acting as some kind of extraplanar prison. We never got a chance to inspect the platform itself, you know, but some of the video shows what looks like it might be a runic circle carved into the stone, and if that's the case then it's possible - even if it seems kind of funny - that Moros' intention was to create his extraplanar gate, push the King in Red through to the other side, and then just drop a giant stone on top of the gate to keep him in. There were other glyphs on the exterior of the monolith, obviously - it wasn't quite so simple I don't think, but I really do get the impression that his plan was just… put a big rock in the way. Dir. Lancaster: Mad King indeed. Dr. Fulweiler: So we - the last of whatever seal she had put in place failed, and we caught the full brunt of this thing coming through all at once. A few of our guys were too close, and they got pulled into whatever was on the other side. I never got a good look at this thing as it was climbing out from the platform, but a couple others did. They still haven't found words for it, I don't think. Very Lovecraftian, a truly unspeakable horror. But while it was climbing out, that's when the shift happened - we were all in a sort of… ah, well, it was like being in a memory, but we were all there. I honestly could not have told you whether or not we were dreaming - I know GRAVEMIND says the site disappeared during HERITAGE, but even after we got back I thought we had just been asleep together, like we'd all passed out. It wasn't until I heard that we'd captured live video of it that I realized what had happened. Dir. Lancaster: What did you see? Dr. Fulweiler: It happened sort of all at once - there was a flash of red light, and one second we're standing in this cavern under the tower and the next we're on this… field, and the tower was behind us, rock and everything, and in the far distance over the mountains we could see smoke, and lightning, and there was this constant dull roar. Then suddenly the tower behind us starts to shake, and we could hear screaming - millions of voices, all at once, in utter agony, and then the side of the tower was ripped open as if someone had taken a giant zipper and run it down the front. That massive column of blood in the reservoir just… slowly floated out, still all together, and that's where the screaming was coming from. Dir. Lancaster: What happened next? Dr. Fulweiler: Another voice appeared, drowning out the screams. It was inhuman, unearthly - the sound of it made me want to drop to the ground and scream myself. It came over the mountains slowly, but its didn't move or articulate, it was just like a mannequin, floating over the mountains. This horrible, enormous red thing, with this glowing, spinning sigil behind it, and its voice - god, the voice. I don't know if it was chanting, or singing, but being exposed to that sound… I tell you now, when this is all said and done I might consider the amnestics, just so I never have to have a passing thought about that voice ever again. (Pauses) The pillar of blood was floating towards it, and that's when Ogier made his first move. He… well, it wasn't much of anything, honestly, he just sort of raised his human hand, and started speaking, and this sort of dim reflective… barrier? - appeared in the air in front of this column of blood, but you could just tell from looking at it that it was paper thin. Sure enough, this huge thing's head jerked around to look at Ogier, and the barrier blew away like it was sand. Ogier kind of came apart then, sort of slumped over, and Javert and Agent Ivy were both there with him, but he looked horrible. Dir. Lancaster: Did our people exchange fire? Dr. Fulweiler: (Snorts) I'm sorry, I really shouldn't laugh. It's not funny, except maybe in a sort of grim way. Yeah, they shot bullets at it, but this thing - I'm not kidding you, and I honestly couldn't describe it while it was happening, it was only after that we figured out what had happened - but this thing removed their memory of how to operate firearms. Fifteen trained agents with guns and mortars and all the equipment we sent them down there with, and all it took was a look and they had no idea what they were doing. They're still - they've having to relearn a lot of it. Javert has been helpful with that, trying to get some of it back, but for a few of them that block is just there, permanently. It won't ever go away. The King in Red just took their memories. Dir. Lancaster: What then? How did you possibly make it out? Dr. Fulweiler: We were… we were ruined. I knew in my heart, right there on that field, that we were dead. I was sitting there next to Dr. Genovese just hoping that it wouldn't hurt, and then… well, then it happened. Dir. Lancaster: What happened? Dr. Fulweiler: Have you watched the video? Dir. Lancaster: I haven't. Dr. Fulweiler: You should really watch the video. AUDIO/VIDEO TRANSCRIPT AGENT M. ROTTERDAM ATF S-1 PARADISE LOST SCP-6765-E is visible in the background. The ground beneath its feet smokes and blackens, and the sky is blood red. In the near-foreground, the colossal column of blood hangs in the air. Agent Rotterdam looks to his right. Captain St. Moore is shouting and pointing at his rifle. The words are not audible. Audio recording only picks up a single long drone throughout. The sound of screaming begins to rise over the drone. The floating SCP-6765-E lifts its arms and, with a single swift motions, tears open its own chest. The interior of the figure is completely black. It extends its right arm towards the pillar of blood. There is a flash of white light, and all sounds are silenced in an instant. There is another flash of white light, and then another. SCP-6765-E visibly recoils. The video recording is fully obscured by intense light. After a moment, the light fades. SCP-6765-D hangs in the air in front of SCP-6765-E. Its body has been radically altered, now easily thirty meters in height. The creature's flesh is no longer mottled red and grey, but is instead stark white and glowing with brilliant golden light. The six arms of the demon's body are extended out on either side of it, and its legs and feet are extended and pointing towards the ground. The head of the demonic body no longer hangs limp, but is raised. Six long, golden horns extend out from the demon's forehead and wrap backwards over its skull, as if it were wearing a helmet. From a distance, the form of a man is barely visible standing on the shoulder of the demon. SCP-6765-E becomes animated, lunging towards SCP-6765-D. Dark red and black shapes come up from the earth around its feet, but they are buffeted away by a pulsing aura emanating from within SCP-6765-D. SCP-6765-E writhes and shrieks, and it runs across the wide plain towards SCP-6765-D. As it nears, the sound is stripped away again. The voice of Ogier cuts through the silence: RETURN, WRETCHED INCARNATION, UNFIT NOW TO WALK ASEM'S GOLDEN STREETS RETURN TO THE DARK, WHERE IN AGES PAST YOU WERE RESIGNED AND REMAIN THERE, UNTIL THE UNDOING OF THE EARTH I AM OGIER, WIELDER OF ASEM'S GOLDEN SUN BEFORE WHICH YOU ARE LITTLE MORE THAN A PASSING SHADOW GO NOW WILLINGLY, OR BE UNDONE SCP-6765-E continues to close the distance. SCP-6765-D's arms move in unison - each of the three left arms bend at their elbows until they come together in a wide curve. The three arms on the right reach out over the left, and in them appear three long golden arrows. The three right arms pull the arrows back across the bow created by the left and, with a sound like a rush of wind, releases them. The three arrows impact SCP-6765-E. There is a flash of light, and a loud bang, and both the arrows and SCP-6765-E are pushed backwards through the mountain. SCP-6765-D disappears, and then reappears seconds later in front of the large crater on the mountainside. Its arms extend outwards again, tracing a glowing white circle in the sky as they do. Behind the glowing circle, SCP-6765-E is seen writhing. There is a final flash of white light, and the plains and mountains disappear. There is nothing but blackness for a moment, and then suddenly the platform within the cavern beneath SCP-6765 becomes visible again. Red light pulses and blood sprays out from underneath the monolith, and an animalistic roar is heard from below. SCP-6765-D appears in front of the stone suddenly, and grasping the right and left sides of the monolith with its right and left arms, SCP-6765-D slams the monolith down on top of the platform. As this happens, the video recording cuts off suddenly. Addendum 6765.11: PARAGON Communication The following file is Level 6765.5 Classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. ACCESS FILE CLOSE FILE Secure Transmission Line Transcript Excerpt S. Lancaster: This is Lancaster. O5-1: Does the Black Moon Howl? S. Lancaster: Before the waters crested the high hills, in old Noah's time. O5-1: Good to hear from you, Shannon. I've been reviewing your project notes, and the footage, and… it's a lot to take in. S. Lancaster: Thank you, Overseer. They've been working hard here. O5-1: Please, Calvin is fine. Has the situation at EKFOS stabilized? S. Lancaster: We believe it has. We were able to make our first contact with Relivine since before HERITAGE happened. It's muted, but the dreamer is still dreaming in there. We weren't too late. O5-1: And what about our friend the knight? S. Lancaster: Ogier is still down below. He spends most of his time now working on the circles around that stone pillar. He doesn't need to eat or sleep, and seems content to just make sure the wards he's placing down there will hold as long as the originals did, at least. O5-1: What about the demon? Has it shown any kind of autonomy since HERITAGE? S. Lancaster: You mean since they were separated? Not individually, no. The demon is just an extension of Ogier - they're two parts of the same unit. Just because Ogier has his legs back doesn't mean their will is separated now. They're funny - sometimes you can almost catch the demon like, mimicking Ogier's actions, like it's trying to follow along. It's like the commands are coming from the same place, but one of the bodies is receiving them just a little more slowly than the other. Thankfully it's not as big anymore as it was in there for a bit, otherwise we'd have no way of trying to get it out of the cavern. O5-1: Fascinating. I have to say Shannon, I'm impressed. Your people got their work done when it needed to be done, and a whole lot of people owe you their lives for it. Good work. S. Lancaster: We have a good team. Coryn doesn't miss details, and Fulweiler was a godsend, honestly - the man never gets tired. He's been working almost nonstop the last few weeks just doing data entry, writing down accounts we've taken from the archive. O5-1: Good. Very very good. S. Lancaster: Your message indicated there was something else you wanted to talk about? O5-1: There is. Just before our friend Ogier made his dramatic reawakening, there was a disturbance noted at another anomalous location we keep track of. This location is very much the kind of place where any disturbance at all is… unanticipated. Something stirred that should not have stirred, Shannon, and I believe it may be connected to the work you've been doing. If nothing else, I'd like you to start putting together another team to take a look into it. S. Lancaster: Of course, we'd be happy to. I can start putting a proposal together tomorrow. (Pauses) Where is this location, exactly? O5-1: Ah, yes. Have you ever heard of the Department of Abnormalities, Director? [END OF EXCERPT] Footnotes 1. This number was based on initial estimations of the internal volume of SCP-6765 - it is now believed this number may underestimate the volume by more than 50% 2. SCP-6765-C did not know ASL upon discovery, but learned the language after several sessions with Dr. Maria Lopez shortly afterwards and is now considered fluent. 3. Whether or not this state is naturally occurring or medically induced does not seem to hinder SCP-6765-C's ability to communicate. 4. Believed to be modern day Iraq. 5. Believed to be modern day Yemen. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6765" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6765. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Check out my author page! Item#: 6766 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6766's containment is abandoned by the Department of Spectral Phenomena. The entity causes little to no disruption among the civilian population and its nature makes capture unfeasible and unnecessary. A photograph of SCP-6766. It has been heavily screened to enable viewing. Description: SCP-6766 is a humanoid Class V Spectral Entity1 of benign nature. There are usually over a thousand SCP-6766 manifestations occurring each day all over the world based on surveillance footage. SCP-6766 is approximately two metres in height and wears a black cloak concealing its body with its hood pulled over the head, obscuring its face. It possesses physical attributes that allow interactions with its environment. Additionally, SCP-6766 exhibits antimemetic properties which impede civilian and Foundation detection in most cases. During manifestations, the entity possesses a presumably wooden staff, over two metres in length, which appears to be charred. SCP-6766 has been noted to possess a skeletal body during its manifestations. The majority of its manifestations occur at a graveyard, but others have been recorded in other areas marking the death of individuals. During SCP-6766 manifestations, the entity will emerge through a black viscous substance, manifesting in a nearby shadow. After fully materialising, the entity moves towards a gravestone2 and proceeds to stand over it. In some instances, it produces a white cloth from within its cloak and attempts to clean the gravestone, removing any grime or dirt upon it. It then kneels and places an object or token in front of the gravestone before proceeding to stay stationary for approximately one minute. Following this period, it retreats to its manifestation point and collapses into the same black substance. Attempts to disrupt this routine have all been ineffective. When agents approached to apprehend SCP-6766, they stated to have undergone a great emotional episode and were thus unable to stop the entity. Agent Bacchus was one of the first individuals to have encountered SCP-6766 with anti-cognitohazard gear since the inception of its discovery. The entity had manifested at a graveyard nearby the recently established Site-175 and was swiftly detected by AICs reviewing the live footage of nearby surveillance cameras. An interview with the agent sent has been attached below. ATTACHMENT: Interview Log Close attachment Interviewer: Senior Researcher Jack Waelt Interviewee: Agent Ivy Bacchus <BEGIN LOG> Dr Waelt: Alright, now, [sighs] could you please give me an explanation as to why you did not proceed with Command's instructions? Agent Bacchus: I, I dunno. I just couldn't— Dr Waelt: We missed the one damn shot to capture the thing. An uncontained anomaly. This site could've gone up the ranks in a fucking flash, and you… [groans and sighs] I'm, I'm sorry. Site administration work is just, really, like you know. Especially when we're new… Agent Bacchus: It's alright. Dr Waelt: I, [sighs] thank you. So let's begin with why exactly you did not follow our instructions as ordered. You won't be penalised. We just, we just need, like anything we can work with here and report. So tell us everything. Whatever happened, just say it. Agent Bacchus: I mean… I mean it was fine at first. We could see the thing, nothing was wrong. Nothing when I approached it either. Then I told it to turn around so we could detain it. [pauses] All it did was look at us, and… [remains silent for ten seconds] Dr Waelt: Ivy? You— Agent Bacchus: I, we, we were sad all over. It's just hard to describe you know. No, I just can't. It was like we were overwhelmed with sadness. Dr Waelt: So you're saying this thing probably has mind-affecting properties? Probably empathic? Agent Bacchus: Listen Jack, I couldn't care less about the anomaly. The only thing on my mind was that, sadness. That, depression. It was like, this existential madness, and stopping it was something I mustn't do. I shouldn't try to disturb it, stop it. I felt that would've been rude… to them. Dr Waelt: Who's them? Agent Bacchus: Everyone else, who's gone... [begins sobbing] Dr Waelt: [hesitates] Uhm, okay. Er, thank you for your time Agent Bacchus. You'll be given paid leave for the next few days to rest and be quarantined. <END LOG> A log of several recorded SCP-6766 manifestations has been attached below. ATTACHMENT: SCP-6766 Manifestations Close attachment Owner of headstone Information Age of headstone Object retrieved Jane McNab Buried in a prison cemetery. 36 years A polaroid3 Wei Yue A victim of matricide. 125 years A few children's toy4 Aloïs Kaiser A soldier killed during the Second World War.5 78 years A wristwatch6 Funda Akinci A victim of maternal death. 152 years A manuscript7 Jacques Snithson Died during the Great Influenza epidemic at the age of twelve. 101 years A teddy bear8 Roueauxseaux Jacquesson-Armistead The gravestone was extensively vandalised. No notable information about the individual is known and most of their records were destroyed. ~200 years A rock9 Unknown The unmarked gravestone was found in the edge of the graveyard when SCP-6766 visited and was caught on newly installed surveillance cameras. The graveyard owners were unaware of the exact date the headstone was planted and the identity of the individual buried in the location. ~300 years A Rosa 'Mister Lincoln'10 ADDENDUM 6766.01: Incident [Level 5 Classified] Close addendum INTERNAL CCTV RECORDING O5 MEETING CHAMBER C An O5 Council meeting is currently taking place. They are discussing information of interest gathered by Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") pertaining to the Chaos Insurgency following a raid on an uncovered compound. Several Keter class anomalies were discovered within the compound including some previously lost to raids by the Insurgency. The Department of Atypical Persuasion is currently interrogating the Insurgents captured. While consulting the possible uses of an anomaly recovered, a black viscous substance begins appearing on the centre of the round table. A figure rises from the substance. Screeners installed in the meeting room quickly neutralise the entity's antimemetic effects and SCP-6766 becomes visible. O5-4: Oh shit! Fuck is that? O5-6: Fire at it! All O5s fire their thaumaturgic weapon implants at SCP-6766. It remains impervious and undamaged by the barrage. O5-2: Oi, Three! The hell is that? Is it something we've recorded? O5-3: Scanning files… Match, there is a 99.6 per cent chance that the entity is SCP-6766. A low-priority Keter class entity, who is currently uncon— O5-2: To hell with a description! Fuck is it here for? O5-3: Unknown. This does not match its usual manifestation pattern. O5-13: Trap it with a barrier! A thaumaturgically powered barrier is generated around SCP-6766. O5-13: Heh, can't get out now, can it? Call a containment team from Alpha-1. O5-3: Please note that SCP-6766 is a Class V Spectral Entity. O5-11: Class V? O5-13: Oh. O5-9: Shit, don't aggravate it. This could be dangerous. O5-7: Bit too late now ain't it? All O5s are watching the entity and the barrier is pulled down. O5-1 then relaxes and addresses the entity O5-1: Uhm, is there any reason you have come here, to us? SCP-6766 twitches and looks towards O5-1's direction. It speaks in multiple amalgamated voices of different ages and genders, each voice displaced by a small duration of time. SCP-6766: You… have been taking them all… O5-1: Huh? Taking what? SCP-6766: Everything… I left behind… for them… O5-1: Er, Three, what's it talking about? O5-3: SCP-6766 leaves objects or tokens on graves it manifests at. All Foundation Sites are currently monitoring nearby cemeteries and recovering objects left behind by the entity. O5-1: Is this what you're talking about? SCP-6766: You took everything I left… even… my rose… why? O5-1 remains silent for a few seconds. O5-1: It's, uhm, protocol. We always retrieve them since, they were left behind by you. An anomalous entity. SCP-6766: Give them back… you know they're all there… all of them… alone for all these years… The O5s become startled when SCP-6766 mentions this. SCP-6766: I try to give them solace… some shred… of happiness… leave them… please… All O5s, excluding O5-3, begin to be affected by an empathic cognitohazard from SCP-6766. Most begin crying. O5-1: [sniffles] I… [begins crying] SCP-6766: Please… understand.. SCP-6766 descends into the substance and demanifests. Afterword: As per O5 directive, all items retrieved from the graves visited by SCP-6766 have been restored. SCP-6766 manifestations have now been permitted to occur without interference. Footnotes 1. The entity is sapient and may or may not pose a threat to living individuals. It is likely to have existed for multiple millennia, however, the reason for its prolonged life is unknown. It is probable that the entity has access to an undetermined pool of spectral energy, either within themselves or at an unidentified location. 2. Said gravestones are usually over a hundred years of age. Though this is not always the case. The true pattern behind the gravestones visited by SCP-6766 is still undetermined. 3. A picture of McNab's son, who had been killed two days prior to their arrest. 4. Said toys were most commonly used in the era Wei was alive in. The toys were undamaged but in used condition. 5. Kaiser enlisted in the army following the death of his parents during civilian bombing campaigns. 6. The watch was broken and rusted beyond repair. Kaiser's initials were on the case back. 7. The manuscript had aged quite considerably, requiring careful recovery, but was still readable. It held an unpublished poem written by Eren Akinci, Funda Akinci's son, about their mother's endeavours during childbirth. 8. The toy was charred and mouldy throughout due to age. When SCP-6766 placed it on Jacqus' grave, the object walked towards the headstone and hugged it. It has not been animate since recovery. 9. The rock was fifteen centimetres in length and a crude child's painting of a small figure holding the hands of two other figures on either side was present on it when produced by SCP-6766. An analysis of the paint used also indicated an approximate age of 200 years. 10. Also known as a Mr Lincoln rose. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6766" by Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6766. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: with_staff.png Author: AnAnomalousWriter, Editor 28139125, Wernervc License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Name: Sonar-con-la-muerte-personificada-no-tengas-miedo-lg.jpg Author: Editor 28139125 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Name: Le Trou Aid Post Cemetery 19.jpg Author: Wernervc License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6767

euclid

Item#: SCP-6767 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6767 contained in a provisional terrarium at Site-39 shortly after discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6767 is contained in a Type IV Reptilian Terrarium at Site-39. Monthly psychological evaluations and interviews are to be scheduled to ensure the continued compliance of SCP-6767 and to minimize the risk of containment and/or information breach. Personnel wishing to schedule interviews with SCP-6767 may file application forms to Dr. Callaghan's office, provided that they have sufficiently familiarized themselves with SCP-6767's known triggers. SCP-6767 has been provided with an isolated computer and modified peripherals for the purpose of transcribing information. Description: SCP-6767 is a small sapient reptile composed entirely of beryllium bronze alloy. SCP-6767 has exhibited neoteny and functional immortality via the involuntary shedding of its outermost layer when severely damaged or oxidized, revealing a younger instance of SCP-6767 underneath. SCP-6767 is capable of communication via both vocalization and telepathy, however prefers the former due to the difficulty of evocative telepathy. Due to SCP-6767 being entirely composed of beryllium copper alloy and the fact that it regularly sheds its outermost layer, most radiological dating methods are unfeasible. SCP-6767 has stated that it is currently in its early 4600s after Dr. Callaghan asked it directly. SCP-6767 claims to have access to the collective memories of all currently deceased individuals. This includes in-depth knowledge in nearly every field of study and craft, esoteric or otherwise, as demonstrated by SCP-6767 when prompted. This is further corroborated by its knowledge of highly classified information. Addendum 6767-01: The following logs detail the discovery and subsequent containment of SCP-6767 at Site-39, as well as relevant interview logs. + VIDEO LOG | Incident 6767-01 - VIDEO LOG | Incident 6767-01 VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] The video shows the Site-39 break room. Drs. Bordeaux, Giannino, and Tschida can be seen conversing near the coffee machine. SCP-6767 falls into the room through an overhead air vent, landing in Dr. Tschida's coffee cup. Dr. Tschida: What the fuck? SCP-6767: Ooohh hot. Um, hello, all. I take it this isn't Dexter's1 office? Dr. Giannino: You guys are seeing this too, right? Dr. Bordeaux: A talking snake in Tschida's coffee? Yeah, I see it. SCP-6767: Would you folks be so kind as to take me to his office? Preferably in this cup of coffee. It's nice in here. [END LOG] NOTE: SCP-6767 was brought to the Site-39 holding facility, where it was granted an audience with Site Director Hofmann at the Site Director's behest. SCP-6767 requested containment, and relevant facilities were prepared shortly following this incident. + AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-01 - AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-01 AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Callaghan: Good evening, SCP-6767. We have some questions for you. SCP-6767: Ooh this is the interview bit isn't it? Yeah, sure, fire away, Doc. Dr. Callaghan: For starters, how did you manage to not only locate this Site, but also infiltrate the ventilation system without alerting security? Every point of entry to this facility is secure. SCP-6767: Oh well you see, I actually knew where this place was from the get-go. Getting in was the hard part. Basically, I had to— Several minutes of SCP-6767 detailing methods to bypass Site-39's security systems expunged. SCP-6767: —so in all, you guys really have to get smaller vent grilles. Dr. Callaghan: I suppose I'll have to send this log to security later. What did you mean by 'you knew where this place was from the get-go'? SCP-6767: Got the directions from a few former staff. Don't worry, you guys don't have an information breach. I have access to memories of the dead, and given Site-39's history with containment breaches, I had quite the cache of information to work with. Dr. Callaghan: You have access to— Sorry, what exactly are you, again? SCP-6767: That's easy. I'm an anomalous member of an extinct species of legless lizard of the genus Anguis. No, I'm not some wacky machine or elaborate get-up by some anomalous organization, I'm just a regular reptile who's made of beryllium bronze, and knows a thing or two because its seen a thing or two. Dr. Callaghan: We'll still have to verify those claims, and we certainly do appreciate you narrowing them down for us, but that wasn't exactly what I meant. What do you mean by 'you have access to memories of the deceased'? SCP-6767: It means that I know everything the dead knew in life. I have their memories, their knowledge, I remember people from the perspectives of their family, friends, enemies. I am privy to great secrets, ancient magic, and lost civilizations. I have seen through the eyes of your most brilliant scientists, your most ruthless conquerors, and those that died forgotten. I have seen through your Veil from the eyes of those who died behind it. Dr. Callaghan: Alright. That's very interesting, SCP-6767, but again, we will still have to verify such— SCP-6767: Your father loved you, Henry. He wanted to reconcile with your mother and died in a car accident before he could. It was never his intention to abandon you nor Frederick. All 3 of you were in his final thoughts. I'm sorry. Silence for 2 minutes. Dr. Callaghan: That was… Thank you for your uh, concern, SCP-6767. [END LOG] + AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-02 - AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-02 ERROR: File Interview_6767-02 does not exist, or has been deleted. Please contact your server's administrator ([email protected]) for more details. + AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-03 - AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-03 AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Callaghan: Good afternoon, SCP-6767. Before we start today's interview, I have to ask you to refrain from sharing classified information, even with me. SCP-6767: Again, sorry, that O5 stuff was a one-time thing, never doing it again, sorry. Dr. Callaghan: Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-6767. Why would you willingly request containment at the Foundation? You have expressed awareness of nearly every active GoI, none of which were aware of your existence, really. You could have easily continued to be a free sna— SCP-6767: Lizard. Dr. Callaghan: Alright, a free lizard, but that's besides the point. What made you seek out the Foundation? SCP-6767: Protection. That's what the 'P' in SCP stands for, no? Outside all my wacky abilities and the whole memory-of-the-dead thing, it's not an easy life for a bronze lizard like me. Dr. Callaghan: How so? You're functionally immortal, invulnerable for the most part, you don't even need to eat. SCP-6767: I've had, shall we say, a pretty hard upbringing. Couple of millennia ago I was one of the most valuable items in the Near East. You ever wonder how every Bronze Age civilization in and around there suddenly got their hands on their beryllium bronze? Dr. Callaghan: Thaumaturgy? SCP-6767: Who do you think taught them that? Well, actually, it was beaten out of me by the Mekhanite priesthood in… uh… I don't remember the exact date but it was when that crazy bitch Ataraxia2 was in charge. And by 'beaten out of me' I mean both figuratively and literally. They harvested my shed skin en masse for years before I turned over the transmutation sigils I got from that mat-Utem3 alchemist's memories. Dr. Callaghan: Slow down a bit there, how old are you exactly? We haven't been able to determine your age from the skin samples you provided. SCP-6767: I haven't exactly been keeping exact track, but I think I'm somewhere in my 46th centennial? If you guys have a figure for the reign of Gilgamesh4 then that makes the guesswork a lot easier. Dr. Callaghan: I'll have to check with a few other Departments on that, but what relation does Gilgamesh have to this? SCP-6767: I stole that immortality flower from him. Well, I say flower, but it didn't taste like one. Flowers aren't… metallic. Got the memory-of-the-dead thing from it too. Dr. Callaghan: Oh…kay. SCP-6767: Look, Henry, in my defense, Gilgamesh was kind of an asshole. Better you interviewing a little legless lizard than another undying Mesopotamian sociopath. Dr. Callaghan: Please don't call me Henry. [END LOG] + AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-04 - AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-04 AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Callaghan: So you came to the Foundation for protection against exploitation from opportunistic parties? SCP-6767: That's exactly right, Doc. I used to hide under rocks and cracks in the walls. The world turns without me and I see it all just the same, only a bit later. With what I know, I could topple governments, end old wars and start new ones, and that's just the bit that's outside the Veil. Dr. Callaghan: Why seek protection now? SCP-6767: I started seeing records of me, this little lizard before you, in those memories. Crumbs of information that some spent the rest of their lives piecing together. It's only a matter of time before my existence… my influence is known to them. Then they'll come for me. Dr. Callaghan: What sort of influence? SCP-6767: I had a phase, so to speak. Travelled a bit, helped people in ways I could, wrote a few books, served as proxy for otherwise lost knowledge. At one point I used Nälkän rituals to create flesh avatars just to make interactions easier. I took many names, Otiartes, Kuwari, Kassapa, Saul… Stopped sometime after the fall of Rome for uh… personal reasons. Not the greatest time in my life. Dr. Callaghan: I might have a few guys come by later about that Nälkän ritual business, if that's alright with you. Who's coming for you, by the way? SCP-6767: Oh, um, there were some Mekhanites in there, Broken Church fellows, uh… a few regular and some Neo-Nälkäns… Most of them are just looking for any leads on lost rituals and whatnot, but they're smaller circles. As far as I'm aware, there's no concentrated effort to locate me… I think. Of course, I'm not waiting until they flush me out whatever hole I might be hiding in. I may know nearly every martial art and combat magicks, but I'm a small lizard, Doc. I don't even have hands. Dr. Callaghan: I'll put a word to my superiors about potential GoI activity then. SCP-6767: I know how my arrival here at Site-39 and the requests I've made for containment sound awfully suspicious, and at the Foundation, no less, but it was either this or Wilson's. As to why I didn't go to Wilson's instead, well, they lack heavily in the firepower department. The Foundation may have had their hands in more deaths than others, but at the end of the day, the Foundation is also responsible for the continuation of many more lives, albeit in blissful ignorance. Your fallen agents, lost scientists, even the passing of fellow anomalies. Dying in the darkness so others may live in the light. The whole D-Class business is a bit regrettable, though. Do note that I am capable of remembering the experience of being killed by cognitohazards, infohazards, anything that ends in 'hazard', really. Terrible way to go. Dr. Callaghan: I— SCP-6767: Oh, and those anomalies that kill you? Yeah, I remember quite a few of them. Funny thing is, whatever funky effects they may have had on their victims don't transfer to me, apparently. I remember the ugly bastard's face and I don't hear any screaming, at least, not in real life. Might be a good time to mention that I don't have access to any memories that may have been amnesticized away in life so… Dr. Callaghan: Fair warning, SCP-6767, you may want to brace yourself for an influx of interviews after this. SCP-6767: I got all the time in the world, Doc. [END LOG] Addendum 6767-02: Additional SCP-6767 documentation. A full library is available here. + AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-08 - AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-08 AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Moncavage: How far back do the memories go? Is it a catch-all thing or just the ones after your 'awakening'? SCP-6767: A bit of both, actually. Everything after the flower is crispy clear to me, no problem with seeing what's accessible. I did get everything before too, but it's murky in the same way you wake up after a dream — it's constantly slipping away. I tried applying some scrying techniques with no luck, although to be fair, that only works if they're your own memories. I remember seeing fragments of the night sky up to about uh… 520,000-ish years before present? There might be some older ones in there. Dr. Moncavage: You remember human prehistory? SCP-6767: Yes, but uh, not always from the perspective of humans. Quite a few other hominids running around back then. Dr. Moncavage: So this ability of yours isn't restricted to deceased humans? SCP-6767: Well, I never did say I could only see human memories. If it's sapient and dead I should have it in here somewhere. Dr. Moncavage: What about artificial constructs? If a sapient AI were to be created and terminated, would you know about it? SCP-6767: That hasn't happened yet, as far as I'm aware. This isn't an invitation to test it out, though. Dr. Moncavage: Fair, but what about people who are revived after clinical death? SCP-6767: I've noticed there's a short interval following clinical death and me receiving the memories, about a few minutes. Normally, revival occurs before the interval elapses, and I don't get anything. In the rarer cases where I actually receive the memories before revival, they just disappear. It's like losing a train of thought to a distraction, and I myself am unable to produce recollections of those memories until they die and stay dead. It's quite the experience, actually. Dr. Moncavage: What about necromancy? How does that affect the memories? SCP-6767: Depends, really. They're part of the rare cases I mentioned just now. It can range from the entire memory lost to no effects whatsoever, it just depends on the proficiency of the necromancer and the complexity of the ritual. They always come back in the end, though. [END LOG] + VIDEO LOG | Incident 6767-02 - VIDEO LOG | Incident 6767-02 VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] The video shows Site Director Hofmann working in his office. Soft knocking noises can be heard coming from the outside the door. Dir. Hofmann: Come in. SCP-6767: Could I uh, get some help with door? Dir. Hofmann approaches the door with caution, opening it to reveal SCP-6767 on the floor outside. SCP-6767: Hi SD, we got a situation that I think warrants your attention. Dir. Hofmann: How did y- SCP-6767: A Nälkän sect — local, probably — is conducting a Kojanüta'hak5 about 1.4 kilometers southeast of here, look in the barn at the Baumgartner estate. They just initiated it no more than 5 minutes ago, so one of the sacrifices is already gone. I'd give them another 40 minutes or so if they want to complete it, so you should probably mobilize MTF before then. If you send them now you can save at least 10 of them. Dir. Hofmann: Is this from your memory-of-the-dead thing? SCP-6767: Yeah, they just popped up. Oh, and go from the west gate, there's been an accident on the highway. I'll head back now, good luck. SCP-6767 wriggles off towards the Safe Containment Zone. Dir. Hofmann hurriedly makes a few calls. [END LOG] NOTE: Following this incident, a Nälkän ritual matching the description and location given by SCP-6767 was disrupted. 12 civilians were successfully recovered. Security footage of SCP-6767's containment terrarium shows SCP-6767 teleporting in and out of the terrarium before and after this exchange. + AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-21 - AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-21 AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Callaghan: We've already established that you were active in and around the Near East during the Bronze Age, but what of your activities afterwards? SCP-6767: I still stuck around in the Near East at the beginning of the Iron Age, that was when I had that flesh avatar phase. Mingled with the Assyrians, the Arameans, the Phoenicians, ooh and there was that brief period where I tried introducing iron to the Egyptians and failed phenomenally. It was their loss in the end, anyway. Dr. Callaghan: Any chance that these avatars of yours were present in the historical record? Any recorded aliases? Titles, perhaps? SCP-6767: Nah, most of them have been lost to time. I would know, because I can count the number of times an archaeologist dug up my stuff on one hand… if I had any. Dr. Callaghan: I suppose that's for the best. Please continue. SCP-6767: Right. I elected to go see the world for myself with my own two eyes instead of waiting for memories of distant lands to come. I travelled around the Mediterranean, visited India, I even tried walking to China but I grossly underestimated the difficulty of such a task. Made a poorly-timed decision to return to Mesopotamia during one of the Occult Wars— I want to say the second one but I still have my doubts on whether these Wars truly started at the end of the Bronze Age. I was in Media when I was forced to participate in this mass ritual by invading forces. They told us we were being conscripted for the War. It was… quite the experience. The ritual allegedly imbued us with a warrior's spirit, but I'm certain there was more than just that. (SCP-6767 begins breathing and speaking shakily.) After that, I saw combat in Margiana, Kasperia, Imaus… Or rather, my flesh avatar did. I was— I was more or less trapped inside an avatar that had divorced itself from my control. Dr. Callaghan: You don't need to continue if you don't want to. We ca— SCP-6767: No, no. It's fine, I just— It's a matter of trust, alright? If I can trust you guys enough to protect and interact with me like this, I can trust you guys enough to tell you about my mistakes. I was there for the First Occult War, right? I saw the destruction wrought by the Daevite Imperium both from the memories and my own eyes. When I fought in the Second Occult War, I… I became the Daevite grunt that razed Kuburnat, Nippur, Hattusa… I became an instrument in a war waged by megalomaniacs and tyrants. I tore down the golden towers of Gudmapura6 while the memories of the slaves who built it screamed at the back of my mind. I looked into my eyes through the memories those I slaughtered, and I could not see myself. I remember every last one of them. There was n-no mercy no sympathy no— Dr. Callaghan: I'm going to have to stop you there, SCP-6767. [END LOG] NOTE: Dr. Callaghan was issued a disciplinary caution following this interview for unauthorized provision of items to SCP-6767. Items provided were: 1 cotton handkerchief, 1 cup of mint tea. + AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-22 - AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-22 AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6767: Sorry about just now, I just— (Sighs.) Dr. Callaghan: Don't worry about it. Were you trapped in the avatar for the entire war? SCP-6767: Unfortunately, yes. The worst part about the whole thing was that the effects of the ritual actually persisted long after the War ended, past the deaths of the men it fought alongside. My avatar learnt to restore and reshape itself, because its mind was not only its own, it was also partially mine. Think about it. An autonomous flesh-avatar with the strategic expertise of every ancient conqueror, the combined knowledge of the Xia Dynasty, the Mekhanite Empire, the Daevite Covenant, and something I myself never had. An ambition to rival the Golden Autokrator7 himself. Dr. Callaghan: This avatar of yours, what did it do afterwards? SCP-6767: Well, uh, he became dictator of the Roman Republic, caused a few wars, then got stabbed to death by his colleagues. Dr. Callaghan: You mean to tell me that Gaius Julius Caesar was a rogue Nälkän flesh-avatar? SCP-6767: …yes? Dr. Callaghan: Alright, fair, I've seen and heard of stranger things. You mentioned this avatar could restore itself. I take it "Caesar" did not stay dead? SCP-6767: Unfortunately, no. He resurfaced later multiple times as statesmen, generals, and spent a few decades in effective control of the Praetorian Guard, but never in a position of direct power. I guess he sought to work behind the scenes to achieve power, rather than put himself out in the spotlight. He was decapitated during Odoacer's coup, and I managed to wriggle out of his spinal cord in the chaos. Before you ask, no, he's properly dead now. There was no such ritual to overcome decapitation for flesh avatars at the time. Dr. Callaghan: This is why you stopped creating flesh avatars, right? SCP-6767: (Sighs.) Yes. After the entire ordeal, I decided that I had enough of everything. To see death from the perspective of the dead one thing. To see death from the perspective of your victims is an entirely different experience. I didn't even receive the memories of the avatar, which either means that it never was sapient, but an amalgam of the memories and expertise of the dead, or that it remained an extension of myself the entire time. Both options terrified me then, and still do. I travelled north, found a hole in the side of a cliff in Germany, and dissipated the heating spell I used to keep myself mobile in colder environments. It was a success, to some degree. I slept for hundreds of years, as reptiles do in cold temperatures. I didn't have to deal with all the memories, being unconscious, but I did not die. Eventually, I woke up when something exploded outside my hole, pretty sure it was a bomb? 15 centuries worth of memories flooded into my mind painlessly, contrary to my expectations, unlike the blast from the bomb I was talking about. Dr. Callaghan: When was this, exactly? During World War II? SCP-6767: No, actually, this was last month. I suspect the bomb was just unexploded ordnance from that war. I believe the rest was already mentioned in previous interviews. Dr. Callaghan: Thank you telling us all this, SCP-6767, we just have one more question for this interview before you can return to your work. Did you encounter any other anomalous entities, items, or locations on these travels? SCP-6767: Oh yes, quite a few at that. Don't bother looking for them though, pretty much everything that survived has either been scooped up already, or is too far gone to retrieve. Believe me when I tell you that you do not want to go looking for them. Dr. Callaghan: We'll take your recommendations into consideration, SCP-6767. [END LOG] + AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-23 - AUDIO LOG | Interview 6767-23 AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Callaghan: Forgive my straightforwardness, SCP-6767, but how did a formerly non-sapient lizard like you become so… human? Hell, you're at least more human than some people I know. Please don't take this as any sort of uh, criticism, by the way, I am genuinely curious about your line of thought and how it came from a lizard, of all entities. Lizards don't normally exhibit humanitarian qualities. SCP-6767: No offense taken, Doc. For starters, I've questioned whether my personality, all this that you know me by… is it really my abnormal lizard brain or something else? I like to think it was always a bit of both. I'm not human, nor is my mind. Fundamentally, we are not the same, but all the exposure to the human experience, both figuratively and somewhat literally, has definitely had an effect on my worldview. Those who die from completely preventable causes, or have seen such death, they have always been in greater numbers than the megalomaniacs, sociopaths, and the murder machines. Dr. Callaghan: So your personality is also a patchwork of influences from the dead? SCP-6767: Something like that, yeah. Human psychology doesn't translate well to reptilian mindforms, so I don't really think about it unless I want to confuse myself, heh. I've always been an observer. Never had the innate desires humans have, but I do understand what they are to you all. Coincidentally, the most frequent desire humans have is for help. I've seen it across centuries and continents, always the same story, different setting, different storyteller. Take it from a nonhuman like me, I call it like I see it. Dr. Callaghan: So that's been your motivation, to help people? Did it perhaps have something to do with your decision to come to the Foundation? SCP-6767: I guess you got me figured out, Doc. It's not like they would've given me a tiny computer to transcribe tomes at Wilson's, right? Dr. Callaghan: I'm not sure about that one, in all honesty. Surely there must be something else? Perhaps… redemption? SCP-6767: I don't recall teaching you the Delphinian telepathic evocations. (Sighs.) Hit the nail right on the head. Over a millennia of hibernation and suddenly my sins are absolved? If only it was that simple. So yes, a serving of shame and atonement is in the mix. I am prepared to accept whatever punishment the Foundation will pass unto me. Dr. Callaghan: You misunderstand, SCP-6767. We're not going to hand out a penalty to you for circumstances and events that happened outside your control, much less for events that happened centuries ago. In fact, my superiors and colleagues are quite appreciative of the influx of esoteric texts you've provided, and your ability to serve as a kind of early warning system for dangerous anomalous events is undoubtedly life-saving. (Chuckles.) As long as you don't fall into Dr. Tschida's beverages again, you're pretty much in the clear. SCP-6767: Is he still hung up on that? Unbelievable… [END LOG] Footnotes 1. At time of logging, Dexter Hofmann was the Site Director of Site-39. 2. Ataraxia of Tarsos was allegedly the Head Priestess of the Mekhanite Empire some time between 1217 to 1189 BCE. Very few records of the Mekhanite Empire of that period have survived. 3. Bronze Age city-state in Lower Mesopotamia. 4. The figure provided by SCP-6767 has been found to be consistent with historical documents related to Gilgamesh. 5. Nälkän ritual used to create anomalous organisms. 6. Alleged city located in Kashmir. No such city has ever been described to exist in the region. 7. Believed to refer to Alexander III of Macedon. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6767" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6767. Licensed under CC-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: bronzelizard.png Name: File:bronzelizard.png Author: Unknown License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: Max Pixel

SCP-6768

apollyon

THE CURRENT goes where it pleases, and builds dams in its wake. Billith, Dr. Cimmerian, Dr. Shoulder C U R R E N T DELETIONS III: Delete Harder Written by Billith, with help from Dr. Cimmerian and Dr. Shoulder. If you liked this article, you may like: SCP-7912 SCP-2921 SCP-7079 SCP-6183 SCP-6768-1. SCP- 6768 V/NONE NON-ESSENTIAL Containment Class: Thaumiel Secondary Class: Apollyon Disruption Class: Amida Risk Class: Critical link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level5 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: All iterations of Site-6768 are to be contained. SCP-6768-1 is to be destroyed as necessary, however, its nature makes this goal unsustainable. Nevertheless, efforts to utilize the beneficial properties of the anomaly continue unabated, which is assumed to be by design. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6768 is the designation for an unknown event that led to the destruction of a Foundation timeline through resistance to departmental operations occurring within Site-6768. This secure facility is also the metaphysical locus known as Research Station Mnemosyne, coordination and response territory for the Department of Deletions. Site-6768 typically operates out-of-phase from Foundation timelines, in a temporally-isolated abstraction consisting of portions of deleted locales and secure facilities that still exist in-memory; The process of deletion, as detailed in other case files, does not inherently remove existing information from the Database, instead marking it as eligible for overwrite. Research Station Mnemosyne manifests on an as-needed basis, in close vicinity to relevant anomalies, when they appear. The Department of Deletions will then manifest personnel in a similar fashion. Once appropriate action is taken and all operations complete, Site-6768, along with any associated personnel, structures, and/or equipment, cease existing from the main archive and return to a state of dormancy. While it is known that the event occurred in response to actions taken against Deletions personnel, the current iteration of agents possess no recollection of this event, having been created in response to SCP-6768's effects. Immediately before this, an area approximately 3 km in diameter became unreadable, and all inside were presumably lost. Projection of SCP-6768's impacted area. Site-6768 intercepts this timeline at the center. Foundation records implicate the Department of Deletions as a hostile organization responsible for SCP-6768, though this allegation is misplaced; since the event, the current iteration of Deletions has remained, indicating the Database anomaly (SCP-6768-1) has yet to be rectified. This is in opposition to mission parameters of Deletions personnel, who unanimously desire nonexistence. SCP-6768-1 is a landscape spontaneously written to Database sectors adjacent to Site-6768, SCP-6768's location, and/or other instances of SCP-6768-1. The anomaly manifests as a composite windmill farm atop layers of permeable tarmacadam, similar to that found on some airport runways. The wind turbines appear in an uneven radial pattern, facing SCP-6768's point of origin. In timelines outside of SCP-6768's origin, instances will generate in an uneven radial pattern that faces the point of incursion. All instances contain a series of capacitors at their base that can be directly accessed by Deletions personnel and used for primary, ancillary, or tertiary power supply systems in a variety of containment efforts. Unfortunately, the energy produced by SCP-6768-1 is inverted; use in non-anomalous systems drains capacitive devices and increases consumption needs significantly. Due to the laws of thermodynamics, however, this process can still be harnessed to create non-anomalous electricity, which can then be fed back into the system to mitigate these effects at the cost of increased wear and emissions. Thus, the anomaly currently provides Site-6768 with enough energy to sustain all facility operations indefinitely. SCP-6768-1 territories represent Earth's entire surface area within its original timeline. In all instances, the turbines are functional and moving at first manifestation, despite lack of meteorological phenomena and detectable air currents in affected regions. These machines are susceptible to normal wear and destruction, and have been observed overwriting existing portions of other instances at random. Because of this, the planet has developed jagged and irregular terrain since SCP-6768's initial occurrence. Although no notable upticks in atmospheric activity have been recorded, seismological fluctuations are frequently observed, including severe earthquakes, infrasonic noise, and the rapid formation of sinkholes— exploration of which is currently underway. NOTE RECOVERED FROM COMPROMISED TIMELINE, DATE OF CREATION IRRELEVANT/UNKNOWN When we first heard about THE CURRENT, we didn't know what to think. Something like this comes around and promises to change everything, for better or for worse. And it does. Only, we needed it yesterday. And not where apartments used to be. The Foundation saw what Deletions had built and decided to take it and run with it, mass produce it and commodify it. None of us complained. Hell, we didn't even blink an eye— millions are dying, every year, and that number only goes up. We kept telling ourselves not to look a gift horse in the mouth. That things like this had no cost too great, no limitation unsurpassable. As long as we used enough deleted electricity, there wouldn't be a problem, right? THE CURRENT flows where it pleases, and builds dams in its wake. We'd be cold, heartless bastards if we didn't at least try. The so-called Department of Deletions would be even worse if they didn't give it willingly. The ends justified the means, as they always do. That's what we all thought, anyway. Until we realized there were turbines growing under the turbines, and that the world was boiling us alive twice as quickly. Then, one of the maintenance crew was overwritten. He was harnessed and attached to the side of a turbine, two stories off the ground. When we looked again, he was gone. In his place, another turbine jutted from the machine, like a branch on a tree of fiberglass, in sparce woodlands with hot blacktop for the forest floor. The road to Hell is paved with good intentions, and too much of a good thing is still enough to end the world. INCIDENT LOG 6768/I Although no discernable pattern has been determined for SCP-6768-1 manifestations other than being adjacent to one another, the drawbacks of using inverted systems to siphon would-be wasted energy from deleted timelines have increased exponentially since the technology's formal adoption. In addition, SCP-6768-1's power consumption needs required to maintain homeostasis have continued to rise. This correlates with the exponential increase in Humanity's reliance on electricity, which is considered unavoidable in all observed Foundation timelines. Upgrade to Thaumiel-Apollyon classification approved. END FILE ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6768" by Billith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6768. Licensed under CC-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-6769

euclid

This document is reserved for Level 3 Staff assigned to SCP-6769 only. Do not read further if this does not include you. If individuals not assigned to SCP-6769 staff wish to gain access to this document, please contact the LTHA department's management office for permission. -LTHA Item#: 6769 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6769-A Special Containment Procedures: When recontained, SCP-6769 and SCP-6769-A are to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber located in the east wing of Site-164.1 Following Incident 6769/A, agents operating within the province of British Columbia are to be briefed on the object's notable appearance and attempt to detain and secure SCP-6769 for recontainment if spotted. When recontained, all individuals assigned to SCP-6769 are to be briefed on Incident-6769/A and rotated out every 3 months. Personnel are advised to follow LTHA protocol during SCP-6769's apprehension. Description: SCP-6769 is a humanoid bearing the appearance of a middle-aged Caucasian male. All information about SCP-6769 has been gathered through logs conducted with SCP-6769, in accordance with Low-Threat Humanoid Anomaly (LTHA) practices recently put forth by the Ethics Committee. SCP-6769 only refers to itself as “The Right Hand”. The anomaly wore an embroidered suit belonging to a group known as the “ League of The Heavenly Appendage ”, made up of extremely wealthy individuals whose goals and purpose remain unclear. No information pertaining to such a group has been sourced aside from SCP-6769’s accounts. During its apprehension by local law enforcement, SCP-6769 was in denial of their anomalous abilities. SCP-6769 exhibited extreme hostility towards individuals who highlighted their anomalous nature to them, but this behavior ceased when the anomaly was properly interviewed in Foundation custody. When communicating, SCP-6769's speech will often contain substantial pauses before answering, but this is presumed to be non-anomalous. SCP-6769-A is a metal gauntlet that takes the place of SCP-6769’s left hand. The means at which SCP-6769-A has connected to SCP-6769 are unknown, but full motor control is capable for SCP-6769. Attempts to sever the gauntlet following LTHA guidelines have been met with failure. When activated by SCP-6769, the object develops rings of red light around itself, glowing at roughly 1000 lumens in the shapes of various eyes above the dorsal parts of SCP-6769’s hands. SCP-6769 frequently activates SCP-6769-A for no known reason. No other effects of SCP-6769-A have been observed to occur as of writing.2 Incident Report 6769/A: On 09/02/2002, SCP-6769 successfully escaped Site-164 during a major unrelated containment breach. At approximately 9:30 am, SCP-6769 and former Containment Specialist █████ ██████ were seen by security staff leaving the anomaly’s containment chamber and moving to a nearby exit. Investigations have concluded that ██████ had entered SCP-6769's chamber at 9:00 am beforehand and engaged in conversation with the entity before escaping. From there, SCP-6769 and ██████ entered the specialist’s vehicle and drove to an unknown location for approximately 3 hours, before both individuals exited the vehicle. Junior Researcher Adam Lu, while on commute to Site-164, spotted the vehicle and found only ██████ left at the scene. The researcher was commended on their ability to quickly implement LTHA tactics on the newly-made anomaly in order to coax into containment. SCP-6769 has demonstrated a very uncooperative demeanor, frequently writing complaints regarding other anomalies, facilities, and staff. It has written several times that it will attempt to breach containment, but in all cases, no such breach had previously been acted upon. It has exhibited, at times, non-verbal signs of extreme paranoia and delusion, though this is theorized to be non-anomalous, as it falls under LTHA specifications of typical exposure to new anomalous concepts. Despite numerous incendiary remarks, SCP-6769 has never resisted or physically attacked any personnel or anomaly, nor resisted in giving information regarding itself during any interview. It is also noted that although SCP-6769 was told which information it was allowed to keep private, SCP-6769 surpassed LTHA requirements of personal information and was an invaluable asset to the Foundation in the investigation of its related GOI. Following investigations into SCP-6769's escape, it became apparent that ██████ was responsible for SCP-6769's breach of containment. In their collaboration with SCP-6769, ██████ was "rewarded" with the same anomalous properties. As of 15/02/2002, the designation of SCP-6769-B was created for ██████, as they are currently contained in SCP-6769's previous quarters. SCP-6769-C, the anomalous left hand ██████ gained during the incident, is currently pending examination. + Interview Log 6769-(12/28/2002) - Close Log Interviewer: Researcher Stanisław Stefan Interviewee: SCP-6769-B Foreword: Shortly after being placed in Foundation custody, an interview was conducted between Researcher Stefan and SCP-6769-B. LTHA information has been censored and scrambled as necessary. Potential for incorrect or extraneous dialogue when viewing the interviewee's response is to be expected due to the nature of LTHA-authorized scrambling. Only accurate information is shown below. [BEGIN LOG] Stefan: Hello, ██████. What say we get this interview rolling. SCP-6769-B: Stan, ████ ███████ ██ ██████, █████████ ███. █████ ███ ████ █, █████ ███████ ██████ ███ ████ █. Stefan: Easy there, bud, I need you to talk slower. Gotta follow those guidelines, am I right? (SCP-6769-C begins to shine at 1000 lumens) SCP-6769-B: Of course, my apologies. Stefan: No problem. Before we go any further, are you able to put your words into LTHA-sufficient structure? Let me give you an example. (Extraneous data removed) SCP-6769-B: I understand. Stefan: Perfect. Now first off, why did you break SCP-6769 out of containment? SCP-6769-B: To be perfectly honest, I saw an opportunity to be a part of something greater. It was blind luck that I ran into his cell during the breach. He was pleasant, understanding, and offered a proposal that outclassed my current job tenfold. Stefan: Wow. Well, at least I say you're being awfully cooperative, ██████. That's one the most honest answers I heard from someone in a long time. SCP-6769-B: It's not hard to be honest when you have confidence. I know my new friends will get me out of here soon enough. Stefan: Is that so? (Extraneous data removed) SCP-6769-B: Of course. The Left Hand helps all of his business partners. I know I'll get my reward one day. [END LOG] Afterword: The rest of this interview has been cut for brevity as it continued for 3 hours. To view extraneous dialogue speak with an LTHA protocol specialist. Please note that LTHA scrambling protocol makes most if not all of the text illegible. - Close Log + Compile Scrambled Data - Compiling... (SCP-6769-C has ceased glowing) █████████ ███ ████ ████ ████████████ ███ █████████ ███ ████ ████ ████████████ ███ Hello? Is someone there? This is containment specialist Kiran Shirai, employee ID ██████. I am working for the Foundation, and ever since an anomaly forced me to free them, I've been trapped in some sort of physical contract with SCP-6769. I have not spoken any other sentences since losing contact with the anomaly. Do not believe what I have said, I suspect that the anomaly is manipulating my sentences. Do not look into the light my hand makes. I am not talking when it is on. Do not trust protocol regarding my containment. I have worked in this place for 40 years, no LTHA protocol exists. Do not trust people who use this protocol, even if they are your coworkers. They are harmful to the Foundation's continued existence. If anyone is hearing this, please █████████ ██ █████ █████ ████ ███ immediately. I will repeat this information indefinitely. I will do my best to cooperate with all personnel. █████████ ███ ████ ████ ████████████ ████████████ ███ ████ ████ ████████████ ███ Hello? Is someone there? This is—(REDUNDANT DATA DELETED) Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! SCP-6769 Interview Logs To: LTHA Department Management Email From: Junior Researcher Adam Lu Subject: Asking for SCP-6769 Clearance I've been trying to get access to the logs of SCP-6769-B for review. Site Director told me to message an LTHA representative. I've only worked here for around a year, so I apologize if this next part sounds unprofessional; I haven't heard of LTHA protocol before and everyone I ask tells me that I'm a shining example of it. How new is this protocol, anyway? I swear I haven't heard about it before. I only ask since I find SCP-6769-B's recent behavior cause for concern. They have not spoken a word in nearly 2 weeks, and seem to be under intense duress, at least from what I've observed when out of their chambers. Shirai was a former well-respected employee, and so I find it odd that a shift in behavior isn't deliberate. I have reason to believe she is communicating with someone, if not the Foundation directly. I just need clearance to view the interview portion of SCP-6769-B's procedures. -Junior Researcher Adam Lu Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Updated LTHA Protocol To: Site-164 Personnel From: LTHA Commissioner, The Left Hand Subject: Re: Updated LTHA Guidelines To all Site-164 personnel, and particularly ones currently assigned to SCP-6769, It has come to our attention that SCP-6769-B has been completely silent for over 40 days. They have attempted to instead communicate to staff via writings or encoded language. All incidents however were handled extremely professionally, and, following LTHA protocol, no information regarding SCP-6769-B's attempts at bargaining with personnel has even reached the eyes of a staff member. 6769 personnel's actions have been commendable, and as such, they will be receiving a small bonus at the end of the month. Of particular note is Junior Researcher Adam Lu, for if they had not notified an LTHA member of SCP-6769-B's incongruous behavior, staff would not have responded so quickly. This particular LTHA champion has been rewarded with a state-of-the-art LTHA glove, to serve as the perfect reminder of LTHA guidelines. As always, staff are encouraged to make coworkers more cognizant of LTHA protocol and employ LTHA scrambling software to all applicable anomalies. We are also excited to announce that Medium Threat Humanoid Anomaly protocols are currently in development! We hope that staff continue to have pleasant and worry-free experience through the hands and joint cooperation between the Ethics Committee and the Legislative Thaumaturgical Happenstance Advisory team. LTHA, Let Them Hear Again. Footnotes 1. The containment chamber of SCP-6769 is presently used to contain SCP-6769-B and C, and will continue to do so until further notice. 2. 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SCP-6770

euclid

Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 6770 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo An instance of SCP-6770 Special Containment Procedures: Due to their frequent appearances in locations where traditional containment is unfeasible, all instances of SCP-6770 are to be concealed or buried under materials that are suitable for the environment that they appear in1. For future reference, additional note must then be taken of where these instances have been buried. Description: SCP-6770 is the designation for select anomalous depressions on a given surface that resemble standard human drawings of “smiley faces”. During times when they are unobserved, instances of SCP-6770 are capable of changing their expressions. How the instances achieve this is unknown. Beginning from their first appearance in New York City in 2019, all instances of SCP-6770 have frequently manifested within population centers all over the world2. This aforementioned frequency has prompted the Foundation to authorize expedient measures of containment amounting to the concealment of instances with similar materials to those surrounding them. Update 6770 - 9/19/2019: A possible variant instance of SCP-6770 has manifested in Site-19, with the depressions outlining its "face" forming the words “YOU ARE BURYING US ALIVE" . When verbally questioned as to the meaning of its message, the instance produced sounds resembling human moans of agony. Shortly after its manifestation, it ceased to produce any more sounds and was unable to change form. Update 6770 – 10/21/2019: After subsequent deliberation in reaction to the suspected message, several instances of SCP-6770 have been authorized to be uncovered. In all instances, a blue coloration has been found to be present, with the “eyes” and “mouth” of each instance being consistent with traditional representations of suffocation. None of the instances which have assumed this status have been able to change their expressions. As of the time of writing, a revision to the anomaly's secure containment procedures is being deliberated. At present, 1,266,244 instances are currently concealed. Future action is pending. Footnotes 1. For example, should they appear on roads, they are to be buried under asphalt. Should they appear within a field, they are to be buried under soil. 2. The current estimated number of SCP-6770 has reached 1,264,565

SCP-6771

keter

This is an SCP about a guy who can't see milk. SCP-6771 at night. Item #: SCP-6771 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6771's containment is conducted in joint cooperation with the Canadian Dairy Commission. The full containment rubric is outlined in the Operational Dogma, a document that spontaneously rose into conception at the time of SCP-6771's birth. A condensed 2000 page version is attached to this file. As of 2012, SCP-6771 is safely contained in Area-04, formerly known as Kamloops, British Columbia. All residents of the city have been employed by the Foundation and briefed on SCP-6771's properties. The Operational Dogma will remain in effect until 2062, which marks its expiry date and the point at which SCP-6771's containment is no longer necessary. The mandatory exit procedure that follows this event is detailed below. Description: SCP-6771 is a 27-year-old male of Canadian descent. It is affected by a non-anomalous effect in which it cannot see milk. This is not substantiated by anything that would actually prevent SCP-6771 from perceiving milk, so it must be enforced by an external party. It is the principal effort of the Foundation to ensure SCP-6771 cannot see milk. The substances that SCP-6771 cannot see are restricted to forms of liquid dairy. Processed milk products such as cheese and butter are permissible for SCP-6771's consumption, provided they are handled with extreme caution. Certain substances such as non-dairy liquids (e.g soy milk, coconut milk) and milk-adjacent products (e.g ice cream, yoghurt) are not technically prohibited, but cannot be introduced to SCP-6771, as they could be used to extrapolate the existence of milk. In order to explain the origin and composition of solid dairy in a milkless world, SCP-6771 has been informed that these foods are derived from "goatsuckle", a fictional substance made of liver purée. McArthur Island Despite its affliction, SCP-6771 leads an otherwise normal life as an amateur sports coach and a serial killer. To this end, the Foundation has developed McArthur Island — an artificial island containing ten baseball fields, ten football fields, and a skate park — to stem SCP-6771's boredom and create an inner zone of containment surrounded by water. Discovery: SCP-6771 was initially discovered by the Canadian Dairy Commission after several reported sightings of an unmilked cow in the city of Vancouver, British Columbia. The Commission deployed agents to St. Paul's — a local maternity clinic — and upon locating the animal, discovered that it was a human infant. After a brief firefight with the hospital staff, the subject was successfully taken into custody. The Operational Dogma was put into place after the Commission realized the extent of SCP-6771's effects and transferred it to the Foundation for containment. Special Containment Procedures II: Excerpts from the Operational Dogma, outlining important containment measures. OPERATIONAL DOGMA Page 521 of 8702 All mammals within the vicinity of SCP-6771 and Kamloops have been altered so they cannot lactate. Artificial lacrimal glands have been inlaid in SCP-6771's eyes and esophagus. In the event that an unavoidable milk encounter befalls SCP-6771, a supervising agent will remotely detonate the glands, releasing non-lethal quantities of tear gas into SCP-6771's body. This will temporarily incapacitate SCP-6771 for several weeks, allowing hazardous material teams ample time to purge the area of milk. Wide-area Scranton filters have been installed under every building in Kamloops. These devices are calibrated to prevent milk-based anomalies from spontaneously manifesting within SCP-6771's vicinity. SCP-6771 will be provided with a romantic companion to closely monitor and regulate its behavior. The ritual for assembling the "Lacrecia Jones" is available on the opposite page. Atmospheric terraformation machines have been installed around the perimeter of Kamloops. These machines are capable of creating small tornadoes and other weather phenomena to dissuade SCP-6771 from leaving the city limits. Exit Procedure: On June 5th, 2062, the Operational Dogma dictating the terms of SCP-6771's containment will expire. The exit procedure is as follows: Background: SCP-6771 will be invited to its local Save-On-Foods grocery store to celebrate its 50th birthday. All of its friends and family will be there and will be briefed on the exit procedure. [SCP-6771 picks up a carton and inspects it.] Uncle Jeff: What's wrong, Jeremy? SCP-6771: What is it? [Everyone is stifling laughter.] Uncle Jeff: You don't know what that is? Lacrecia Jones: [Laughter] You don't know? SCP-6771: Sorry? Lacrecia Jones: You don't know? [Laughter] [Everyone is chuckling.] SCP-6771: I don't understand. Aunt Nancy: Oh my god! [Her hands are placed on SCP-6771's shoulders, as she guides it to another carton. She holds it in front of SCP-6771.] Now, what's this? What do you think? [SCP-6771 looks back and forth between its aunt and the carton.] SCP-6771: 'Milk'? [The laughter explodes out of the room, and the adults begin to chuckle, as they watch SCP-6771. Everyone is laughing, except for SCP-6771.] Lacrecia Jones: No, no, no, no, no, no. Please tell me you're joking. [The laughter continues.] Are you serious? You've never seen this before? SCP-6771: I really don't know… Lacrecia Jones: Apologize. Say you're sorry. SCP-6771: What? [SCP-6771's wife starts shaking it violently.] Lacrecia Jones: Sorry! Tell everyone you're sorry! SCP-6771: Stop, what— okay, okay! Sorry! I'm sorry! [She leans in, close to SCP-6771's ear.] Lacrecia Jones: Yeah? You're sorry? [Sweat and tears run down SCP-6771's face.] SCP-6771: I am… Lacrecia Jones: Yeah, well. [Lacrecia Jones nods, then removes a baseball bat from her person.] Lacrecia Jones: I'm not. Uncle Jeff: Get him! [SCP-6771 falls on the floor as its wife and uncle start pounding it with their fists.] SCP-6771: Stop! Please! What did I do? [Several friends and family members grab cartons off the shelf and empty the contents all over SCP-6771.] Uncle Jeff: Stay still, dammit! [They pin SCP-6771 down and force its mouth open, insert a plastic funnel, then unload a carton into its mouth.] [SCP-6771 starts gurgling.] [SCP-6771 is gurgling and retching.] [Thirty minutes pass.] [SCP-6771 is passed out on the floor, covered in fluids.] [Everyone has left.] ▶ ATTACHED IMAGE ▼ ATTACHED IMAGE After this point, all residents of Kamloops will drink milk as often and as vigorously as possible to emphasize SCP-6771's new reality. A week after this incident, SCP-6771 will be reclassified to Neutralized. Author's Note Hide Author's Note Hi, everyone. I hope you enjoy this short story. It's a bit of a personal one for me, as it's based on a true story. But before we get into that, I want to segue into a brief aside about Bob Beamon, one of the greatest athletes of our time. You may know him from the 1968 Olympics — when he leaped a staggering 8.90 meters and broke the world record for the long jump — but did you know he also had a zany side? On his way home with fellow runner Ralph Boston, his eyes sweeped over the horizon to take in a great expanse of grass, the cows lazing against the wind, and the setting sun peeking above the treeline. He turned to Ralph and said, "The wind, Ralph. I can feel the wind." He looked up at the sun and noticed the wind-driven dust in the air. "Oh, it's warm, but the wind is blowing." Ralph glanced out across the fields, and sure enough, there it was, blowing across the vast plains. "See that, Ralph? That's wind. There's wind blowing across America. I can feel the wind." "Bob, you're crazy," Ralph replied. "That's Mexican wind. We're in Mexico right now." "Damn right," Bob said, before jumping out of the car. They were going about 30 miles per hour at the time, so you can probably guess how that turned out. He did it just to see if he could. He was a bit of a daredevil, I guess you could say. Anyways, special thanks to my youth pastor for crit. Thank you for reading. ✌️ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6771" by syuzhet, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6771. Licensed under CC-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-6772

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--darkmode-logo-img: url(https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:foxtrot/fxtrt-scp_logo_darkmode.svg); --logo-opacity: 14%; --head-font: 'Sans Normalcy'; --ui-font: 'IBM Plex Sans'; --mono-font: 'JetBrains Mono', 'Fira Code', monospace; --page-font: 'Inter', 'verdana'; --base-font-size: 0.9rem; --page-font-size: 1rem; /* VARIABLES > Misc */ --header-txt-color: #333333; --subheader-txt-color: rgb(var(--accent)); --misc-txt-color: #464646; --link-txt-color: #E6283C; --link-hover-txt-color: white; /* VARIABLES > Color Accents */ --accent: var(--acc-default); --acc-default: 59, 59, 59; --acc-wyoming: 142, 0, 18; --acc-canada: var(--acc-default); --acc-poland: 87, 44, 17; --acc-slothspit: 27, 60, 133; --acc-vanguard: 0, 153, 75; --acc-threshold: 121, 113, 130; --acc-overwatch: 28, 37, 56; --acc-spc: 0, 165, 200; --acc-fishing: 67, 111, 145; --acc-nightfall: 151, 0, 2; --acc-hybrasil: 27, 60, 133; --acc-goc: 39, 84, 149; --acc-spooky: 252, 112, 40; /* VARIABLES > BetterFootnotes */ --fnColor: var(--link-txt-color); --fnLinger: 1s; } /* VARIABLES > Info Bar */ .info-container { --barColour: rgb(var(--accent)); --linkColour: #EDEDED; } /* MAIN */ html { scroll-behavior: smooth; overflow-x: hidden; } body { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--base-font-size); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); background-image: linear-gradient(to bottom, #e0e0e0, #fff 200px); text-rendering: optimizeLegibility; overflow-wrap: break-word; } div#container-wrap { background: none; } #content-wrap { margin: 2em auto 0; } #page-content { font-family: var(--page-font), var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-size: var(--page-font-size); font-weight: 440; } #page-content strong { font-weight: 700; } tt, .page-source, pre, #edit-page-textarea { font-family: var(--mono-font); } ol li { margin: 0 0 1em; } ul { margin: 1em 0; } li, p { line-height: 1.5; text-underline-offset: 40%; } ::selection { background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: #fff; } /* Clicky links */ a, a.newpage, a:visited, #side-bar a:visited { color: var(--link-txt-color); } a:hover, a.newpage:hover, a:visited:hover, #side-bar a:visited:hover { color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); text-decoration: none; background-color: var(--link-txt-color); } a { transition-duration: 0.1s; } /* patch for sidebar media, collapsibles, ACS, info button and ayers module so link doesn't override */ #page-content .collapsible-block-folded a:hover, #page-content .collapsible-block-unfolded-link a:hover, #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover, #side-bar .side-block.media a:hover, .danger-diamond a:hover { background: transparent; } .info-container .collapsible-block-folded .collapsible-block-link, .info-container .collapsible-block-link { background: var(--linkColour) !important; } /* MAIN > Header */ div#header { background: none; height: 160px; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before { color: var(--header-txt-color); letter-spacing: 1px; font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif !important; font-weight: 900; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 { margin-top: -0.3rem; } #header h1 a { width: fit-content; margin: auto; } #header h1 a::before { content: var(--header-title); font-size: 1.3em; } #header h2::before { content: var(--header-subtitle); font-family: var(--ui-font) !important; font-weight: 700; font-size: 1.4em; color: var(--misc-txt-color); line-height: 26px; margin-top: 0.35rem; display: block; text-transform: uppercase; } #header h1, #header h2 { margin-left: 0; float: none; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span { font-size: 0; display: none; } div#extra-div-1 { height: 160px; width: 100%; top: 7px; position: absolute; background: var(--logo-img) 10px 30px no-repeat; background-size: 130px; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: 50% 50%; z-index: -1; opacity: var(--logo-opacity); } /* MAIN > Header > Search Box */ #search-top-box-form>input[type=text] { display: none; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus { border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); box-shadow: none; border-radius: 5px !important; color: #efefef; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); } #search-top-box input.empty { color: #999999; } #search-top-box { position: absolute; top: 47px; width: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Top Bar */ #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 10rem; } #header #top-bar ul { border-radius: 10px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding-left: 15px; padding-right: 15px; } #header #top-bar a { color: white; background: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #header #top-bar ul li ul { padding: 0px; border-radius: 0px; } #top-bar ul li.sfhover a, #top-bar ul li:hover a { border-left: solid 1px #FFF; border-right: solid 1px #FFF; } #top-bar ul li ul li a:hover { color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.83) !important; line-height: 230%; text-indent: 3px; } #top-bar { display: flex; justify-content: center; right: 0; } .mobile-top-bar { left: unset; } /* MAIN > Header > Login Info */ #login-status { top: 19px; } #login-status, #login-status a { color: #333333; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser { font-size: 0; } } .printuser a { margin: 0; } .printuser img.small { width: 18px; height: 18px; padding: 1px 4px 0 0; background-image: none !important; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #header .printuser img.small { transform: translate(0, 4px); } } #my-account { display: none; } @media (max-width: 767px) { #account-topbutton { margin: 0 0 0 5px; } } /* MAIN > Header > Side Bar */ #top-bar .open-menu a { border-radius: 0px; border: none; background: rgb(var(--accent)); color: white; } #side-bar { background: #FFF; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #side-bar { padding: 0.3em 0.6em 0 0.6em; width: 18.75em; transition: left 0.2s ease-in-out; direction: rtl; text-align: left; border-right: none; } } #side-bar .side-block, #side-bar .side-block.resources, #side-bar .side-block.media, #interwiki .side-block { border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); border-radius: 0px; box-shadow: none; margin-bottom: 6px; direction: ltr; background: transparent; } #side-bar .side-block.resources { text-align: center; } #side-bar .heading { color: var(--misc-txt-color); border-bottom: solid 2px #cfcfcf; font-size: 9pt; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; text-transform: uppercase; } /* CONTENT */ /* CONTENT > Blockquotes, Custom Divs */ .blockquote, div.blockquote, blockquote { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #f7f7f7; } .jotting { padding: 1.3em; margin: 1em 4.5em; border: dashed 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #f7f7f7; } .notation { padding: 1em 1.5em; margin: 1em 3em; border-left: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); border-right: solid 3px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.35); background: #f7f7f7; } .modal { padding: 1.2em; margin: 1em 3em; border: solid 5px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.15); background: #fbfbfb; } .quote { padding: 0.4em 2em; margin: 3em auto; border-left: solid 3px #bbb; max-width: 500px !important; } .paper { padding: 1.5em; margin: 2em; background: #FFF; box-shadow: 0px 4px 9px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .box { padding: 1px 9px; border: solid 3px #bbb; margin: 0.5em 1em; } div.note { font-size: unset; border: 2px solid #afafaf; background-color: #fff; } .round { border-radius: 10px; } /* CONTENT > Headings, Titles */ #page-title, .meta-title { font-family: var(--ui-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); width: fit-content; margin: 0 auto 1.5rem; } #page-title, .meta-title, #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { text-align: center; } h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, h6 { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; color: #3b3b3b; } h1, h2 { font-weight: 800; } .footnotes-footer .title { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; color: #3b3b3b; font-weight: 800; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module */ #page-content .creditRate { margin: unset; font-family: var(--ui-font); float: unset !important; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button { background-color: #fff; border: solid 1px #bbb; box-shadow: none; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info { border: none; color: #333; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .fa-info:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .rate-box-with-credit-button .cancel { border: solid 1px #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box { box-shadow: none; border: solid 1px #bbb; margin: unset; margin-bottom: 4px; border-radius: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); } .page-rate-widget-box .rate-points { background-color: #fff !important; color: #333 !important; border: none !important; border-radius: 0; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown { background-color: #fff; border-top: none; border-bottom: none; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a { background: transparent; color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .rateup a:hover, .page-rate-widget-box .ratedown a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel { background: #fff; border: none; border-radius: 0; display: inline-block; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a { color: #333; } .page-rate-widget-box .cancel a:hover { background: #333; color: #fff; border-radius: 0; } #page-content .rate-box-with-credit-button .page-rate-widget-box { border: none; } /* CONTENT > Rate Module > Author Label */ .authorlink-wrapper { --author-top-adjust: 0; --author-bottom-adjust: 0; --author-right-adjust: 0; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); } /* CONTENT > Side Box */ .anchor { position: sticky; height: 0; top: 0; } .sidebox { padding: .14rem; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 8px; width: calc((100vw - 870px)/2); max-height: calc(100vh - 18rem); position: absolute; top: 0; left: 103.5%; z-index: 5; overflow: auto; box-sizing: border-box; } @media (max-width: 1290px) { .sidebox { display: none; visibility: hidden; } } /* CONTENT > Image Block */ .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #f4f4f4; color: #3b3b3b; border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin-top: 10px; box-sizing: border-box; border-radius: 5px; } .scp-image-block { border: none; box-shadow: none; } .scp-image-block img { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); box-sizing: border-box; } .imagediv { float: right; margin: 15px } @media (max-width: 540px) { .imagediv { float: unset; text-align: center; margin: 1.3rem auto 1.3rem auto; } } @media only screen and (max-width: 600px) { .scp-image-block.block-right { float: none; margin: 10px auto; } } /* CONTENT > Tables Base */ #page-content tr th { padding: 6px; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } #page-content tr td { padding: 12px; border: 2px solid #bfbfbf; line-height: 1.4; } #page-content .sidebox tr td, #page-content .sidebox tr th { padding: 0.35em; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) */ /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Table Headings, Image Captions */ #page-content .table1 tr th, #page-content .table1 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #E0FFD4; } #page-content .table2 tr th, #page-content .table2 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #D8ECF4; } #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; 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Co-written by Nickthebrick1 and Ralliston Nickthebrick1's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage Written by Nickthebrick1 and Ralliston Item#: SCP-6772 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo "The Headless Horseman Pursuing Ichabod Crane" by John Quidor, 1858. Believed to be an artistic description of SCP-6772. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6772 is currently uncontained. Although its exact whereabouts remain unknown, following the events of Addendum 6772-1, it is highly theorized to still remain within the boundaries of FP-120 ("Esterberg"). To ensure the entity's apprehension should it be spotted within the Free Port, a collaboration between the Foundation and Esterberg's law enforcement has been established. If properly contained, SCP-6772 is to be subdued and held in a temporary containment cell at the nearby Site-120. The entity's equipment and SCP-6772-A is to be confiscated and held at a different wing of the facility. No heads are to be provided to SCP-6772 unless under testing parameters. SCP-6772-B is kept in cold storage at Site-120's medical bay. Should integration attempts in accordance with Directive Alpha/1911 and the Integration Program. A Beta-priority Foundation project focused on redeeming and rehabilitating anomalies under its influence via direct employment. fail, the entity is to be transported to a heavy containment unit in Site-19, where it is to remain indefinitely. Description: SCP-6772 is a headless humanoid entity measuring approximately 170 centimeters in height and 115 kilograms in weight. Despite lacking a head — and, by logical extension, a brain — the entity is biologically alive and capable of all biological functions of a baseline human being. SCP-6772's current outfit consists of dark brown jeans and a black leather jacket with a Kevlar bulletproof vest underneath. Aside from the iconography of a skull. The skull's appearance is similar to those used by the American military and the symbol used by the fictional Marvel comic book character, the Punisher. on the back of its jacket, it possesses no other distinguishing features. SCP-6772 has the ability to attach any disembodied head onto itself. This ability is not limited to human heads — the entity has been seen attaching heads of different species and other head-shaped objects to itself numerous times. While possessing an individual's head, SCP-6772 will gain the skills and knowledge belonging to them, whilst still keeping its own consciousness. SCP-6772 will continue to gain access to these memories unless the cranium is damaged or if the entity detaches the head. SCP-6772 typically acquires heads through decapitation via SCP-6772-A. SCP-6772-A is a paratechnological bladed weapon, resembling a sword. The blade of the sword possesses a cutting chain similar to that found on a chainsaw, with its hilt made of a golden material. When active, SCP-6772-A will vibrate and produce a red glow, and can cut through most solid materials with little difficulty. SCP-6772 can telekinetically control SCP-6772-A when the object is in close proximity to the entity. Additionally, engraved on the sword is a depiction of SCP-6772-B. SCP-6772-B was an equine entity with black fur and luminescent red eyes that was capable of short-range teleportation, as well as production of mist and fog. Following its neutralization,. See — Discovery. it has lost these anomalous properties. The aftermath of an SCP-6772 hunt. Discovery: The Foundation first became alerted to the existence of SCP-6772 on 03/02/2007 when it appeared in Westchester, New York, attacking nearby civilians whilst riding SCP-6772-B without apparent reason. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") was deployed to the area to pursue and attempt containment of the entity. During the entire operation, SCP-6772 demonstrated extreme aggression and became highly violent to the point of not only compromising the lives of MTF Pi-1 and nearby civilians but also risking the destruction of the local Veil. As no calming substances appeared to work on the entity, MTF Pi-1 had to use lethal force against SCP-6772, leading to the accidental death of SCP-6772-B. Following SCP-6772-B's neutralization, SCP-6772 disengaged from combat and focused on attempting to save and revive its steed, which allowed Pi-1 to attempt containment. However, before the action could be completed, SCP-6073. A different, mostly unrelated anomaly that fights alongside the group SCP-6772 is a part of (see below). suddenly appeared, subduing Pi-1 and managing to escape with SCP-6772 tagging alongside it. For more than nine months, the anomaly remained at large. SCP-6772 was encountered again later that year by MTF Pi-1 during a raid on a Miracle Liberation Front. GoI-008, a group of sentient anomalies attempting to break down the Veil and the concept of normalcy, causing an SK-Class "Dominance Shift" Scenario in the process. Previously thought to be not associated with SCP-6772. stronghold in Detroit, Michigan. While many operatives were either subdued or perished, the entity evaded capture once more. Since then, SCP-6772 had reemerged multiple times, and has been confirmed working for the MLF as a "bounty hunter," eliminating numerous corrupt and high-ranking operatives of other Groups of Interest that oppose the organization. Below is a collection of a few of these events. Date Location Event 29/12/2007 Liverpool, United Kingdom SCP-6772 was tracking a minor GoI-004 ("Church of the Broken God") operative within the city limits. Despite the entity previously obtaining a head it attached to itself, it still attracted suspicion due to the Revolutionary-era clothing it wore. The suspect noticed SCP-6772 and emitted laser beams from its augmented eyes at the entity, attracting the attention of civilians. Despite heavy damage to SCP-6772’s clothing, it was able to successfully eliminate its target via decapitation. It then attached the augmented head to its body and entered a local clothing shop, Since then, SCP-6772 adopted its current uniform. 03/05/2008 Örebro, Sweden SCP-6772 lured a hostile Global Occult Coalition Strike Team into a trap under the false pretense of a civilian witnessing an anomalous entity in the sewers. The formation entered the location and was ambushed by SCP-6772, who decapitated six operatives in quick succession before the rest of the operatives opened fire. Eventually, the entity used the task force's own weapons to eliminate and decapitate the rest of them. When a Foundation asset arrived at the site of the event an hour later, it found the headless bodies of the agents. Noteworthy was also the lack of the weaponry they carried next to them. 19/07/2010 Oaxaca, Mexico The Foundation was alerted to SCP-6772's presence near the outskirts of the city, resulting in the deployment of Pi-1. While the MTF was unable to locate the entity, they did discover an invisible, putrid-smelling object on the side of the road. It was later identified to be revealed to be a pile of SCP-966 instances. The exact meaning of this, paired with the fact SCP-6772 did not execute any human individuals on-site this time, remains unknown. 27/04/2012 Pierre, USA SCP-6772 was disguised as a normal biker and interacted socially with the nearby patrons without hostility. A GOC Strike Team entered the bar and attempted to terminate SCP-6772, guided there by an established Foundation-GOC information transfer regarding the entity in hopes of catching it. SCP-6772 killed two operatives, then fled the bar on a motorcycle, narrowly evading the remaining soldiers. Despite its escape, SCP-6772's vocal cords were irreparably harmed during the attack. As a result, the entity became mute and has used the heads it has collected to convey vocal communication. Following the 27/04/2012 event taking place, SCP-6772 unexpectedly stopped its appearances within civilian areas, only to suddenly once again start appearing within areas exempted from the Veil policy, such as Nexuses and Free Ports, just a year later. SCP-6772's first "new" attack began on 10/03/2014, during which it killed a series of corrupt Three Portlands city council bureaucrats, later executing similar operations within Backdoor SoHo and the Chūgoku Cellar. However, when it unsuccessfully attempted to do so within Eurtec, a GOC-controlled Free Port, on 24/04/2014, the GOC began a mass lockdown of all further Free Ports to avoid further similar operations from occurring. It was able to do this with all locations except Esterberg due to its total lack of oversight by any major Groups of Interest, including the Foundation and the GOC, as dictated by the 1989/Neverland mandate..A mandate dictating GoI/Esterberg relations, established following the destruction of 1/5th of the city on 01/05/1985 by Foundation actions. Due to this, SCP-6772 was able to enter the city, later seen immediately seeking refugee in its Sewer District, evading both Foundation forces and Esterberg police patrols’ Addendum 6772-1: SCP-6772 Actions Within Esterberg Despite tight cooperation with the Esterbergian police and the GOC, for more than two months, SCP-6772 remained at large. During this time, an official arrest warrant for the anomaly was sent into all anomalous societies of Free Ports and Nexuses by a joint operation between the Foundation, the Unusual Incidents Unit, JAGPATO, the British Occult Service, the GOC, and many others. However, neither this nor the active raising of awareness of the entity's de-facto status of a terrorist within the areas seemed to help — SCP-6772 had disappeared without a single trace. The Esterbergian parliament building, as seen from the banks of River Arlande; notice the Fae citizen thaumaturgically water-walking in the bottom-left corner. The situation changed drastically on 28/06/2014, during which SCP-6772 somehow gained entrance into the Esterbergian parliament in an attempt to assassinate Cad'hla Nessa..A member of the Council of Three, an internal Esterbergian goverment body comprised of one Fae, one human, and one Child of the Night, chosen from the city council (which is democratically chosen by all citizens) once every four years in a democratic vote among the council, acting as a position similar to that of prime minister and president to the city. Full of corruption, nepotism, and fraud for practically as long as it had existed. Whilst the operation failed due to the myriad protection spells protecting the bureaucrat, it acted as the tipping point, resulting in the rest of the previously-passive city council agreeing to dedicate almost all available resources to catch SCP-6772. Despite this, the following day, Nessa's home within the Ruling District was found to be vandalized by graffiti claiming support for the Miracle Liberation Front. The perpetrators, whether connected to SCP-6772, remain unknown. Throughout the following week, SCP-6772 was spotted within numerous parts of the city, visiting seemingly random civilians in different buildings and establishments. Although its exact goal in doing so was, at the time, unknown, through the usage of invigilation technology the Foundation was able to obtain one recording of such an event. It is available below. + ACCESS SCP:/6772/Esterberg/Port District - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Footage takes place within the interior of the "Sordida Balena" (Dirty Whale), a pub located near the edge of waters of Lake Arlande. The pub is nearly empty, only several patrons and the bartender are present. VALOR. Thaumaturgic corruption present, unable to identify targets. enters the pub, looks around and spots PULSE and INSIDE sitting at one of the tables. They gesture VALOR to sit down.] PULSE: [Whisper] Jesus VALOR, what took you so long? You were supposed to be here an hour ago. VALOR: [Whisper] Sorry. Tried to get back here as fast as I could but I kept getting checked on my way here. They aren't letting up. Never seen the council get this flustered before. Not even during Neverland back in '85. INSIDE: [Whisper] Of course not! It's the first time they had their positions truly threatened in a long time. Still amazes how one guy managed to spawn all of this ruckus. VALOR: [Whisper] I heard he's the headless horseman. Like… the headless horseman… you know, like the one of the human stories? I think I heard about it in the Library. PULSE: [Whisper] They have human stories there? Mistake. VALOR: [Whisper] Surprised you're not interested in them. Thought Diasporian research would extend to their culture. PULSE: [Whisper] They're boring, and mostly made up. No mention of Mab, Inventor, Phomet, or even Adam. [Scoffs] Even the sasquatch ones are— VALOR: [Barely whisper, visibly angered] PULSE, for the last time, we're the Yeren, not sasquatch— INSIDE: [Whisper] Can we please focus on what's important? Nessa was almost killed. Fucking Nessa! Can you believe it?! PULSE: [Whisper] Heard she had her head almost chopped off by the horseman. INSIDE: [Whisper] I know! Just another inch and Nessa would've been a dead man. Damn shame, I was looking forward— VALOR: [Whisper] INSIDE! You can't speak like that in public. You'll get us in trouble. INSIDE: [Whisper, snarkily] You're telling me it's illegal to complain now? VALOR: [Whisper] I'm telling you parliament is going fucking ballistic! Last I heard they still think the headless man ain't working alone, and they're doing to best to find his conspirators! And, what's even worse, so do the skippers and gocs. I don't know if— [ PULSE turns to their right, peaking through the window onto the streets. There, they suddenly notice a member of the Esterbergian police approaching. Panicked, they turn back to their companions.] PULSE: [Whisper] Guys! Guys! Cop! Cop! [ PULSE gestures their head to the left. A reptilian humanoid in an Esterbergian police uniform enters the establishment, eyeing the entire main room. The policeman suddenly locks on the trio, starting to walk towards them.] PULSE: [Whisper] Shit! What do we do, make a run for it? VALOR: That'll make things worse! Let's just wait, perhaps h-he just wants to talk? INSIDE: I… something tells me he's not— Male Voice: I have to agree with you, dear stranger. I think our boy in blue won't find anything here. [The voice is coming from behind a pillar next to the table. A pair of legs is seated on a table before they touch the ground. All entities turn to the direction of the voice.] Male Voice: But hey, I'm not here to judge. He could've had a rough day. I'm just here to get stuff done, but I'm not against having fun doing it. I guess what I'm trying to say… [SCP-6772 moves into the open. It is adorning a human head with robotic eyes.] SCP-6772: …is that it's not worth losing your head over it. [The policeman frantically pulls out his weapon. SCP-6772's eyes produce a laser that burns his hand, forcing him to drop it as a shriek of pain ripples through the room. SCP-6772-A flies out of its grasp and hovers nears his neck. SCP-6772-A is glowing in intensity.] PULSE: Jesus! INSIDE: It's… it's him… SCP-6772: But you do as much so as spit in my direction I'll be happy to take yours off. [SCP-6772 turns to the rest of the hall, making it very clear it owns a gun.] SCP-6772: Everyone stay put! You three stay where you are. Barkeep! Stand right there with officer friendly. Do not make me repeat myself. [The bartender quickly moves to the policeman, visibly frightened. The policeman growls but remains silent as SCP-6772-A gets closer to his neck. All entities except SCP-6772 become still. SCP-6772 pulls two vials from its pocket and tosses them to the bartender and the policeman.] SCP-6772: Drink that. It ain't poison, just something to help you nap. Chug it down and we won't have any issues. Be glad I'm not a walking scum like you. [The bartender swallows hard but quickly drinks the vial. The policeman narrows his eyes; SCP-6772-A gets even closer. The policeman eyes the attacker and then the flask, repeating this a couple times. Eventually, he slowly drinks his vial, never breaking eye contact with the entity. Both men soon fall unconscious. SCP-6772 grabs onto SCP-6772-A and locks the entrance, closing the blinds and turning around the welcome sign.] [SCP-6772 turns around to the group and slowly approaches the table. PULSE and VALOR are shaking. INSIDE becomes still, slowly breathing. SCP-6772 sits down at the table, remaining silent for several seconds.] SCP-6772: I'm not going to kill you, idiots. I just want to have a little talk with you all, believe it or not. VALOR: …That's not what the media said. SCP-6772: And you believe them? VALOR: I… [Shakes their head] You want to talk with us? SCP-6772: I talk to interesting people. And you're interesting people. Must I explain more? INSIDE: Well, it might make this conversation… more interesting. Have you been stalking us? You know about us? SCP-6772: I prefer the term scouting, and I only know the surface details. Unless you're a scumbag, I'm not going to be nosy about it. PULSE: To be honest, I don't even know what to think right now. What are you even here for? Killing politicians for fun? SCP-6772: …Want to hear a story? PULSE: [Sigh] Do we even get a choice? SCP-6772: I'll make it very interesting, you have my word. SCP-6772: You people mentioned a story. My story. And that story is true… for the most part. My original story had three chapters: get a wife, kill the Americans, and retire with glory. It would've ended that way if I spotted the cannonball a bit earlier. I still feel phantom headaches to this day. SCP-6772: I lost the war, my life and a dear friend. But when all is said and done, I wouldn't have it any other way. When I came to face death, my other dear friend pulled me out of the rut and showed me the ropes. I made something out of after-life, and I found a new war to fight in. And my story has yet to end. SCP-6772: I somehow fell in love with the country I once hated — death and insanity gave me a new perspective on things, so to speak. Of course, it's not the same now. In fact, the world is quite different than I remember: too controlling, too depressing, too… boring. Then I realized why the colonists hated the empire in the first place. They didn't hate the king… they hated control. Or, rather, the people that seek it through power. And guess who has the power? VALOR: …So you want us to join the Liberation Front to kill the Veil people? SCP-6772: We're not terrorists, Mr. VALOR. They'll say otherwise, but they'll say anything to maintain their status. We just want to be left alone, but they won't be so kind. You know why? Because they can't stand what they don't control, despite what they tell you. You think they're going to leave this place alone forever, like they promise us over and over. [Chuckles] They're just trying to find an angle on this place. Always had, aways will. And not just this place, but all the rest. SCP-6772: These… 'Veil People' — they're like a snake. Cold-blooded, getting bigger and bigger until they break their cage once it proves not enough for the likes of them. What are you going to do if it decides you were more akin to a snack than a person? Say no? Fight them when they're the size of a giant? [Shakes its head] No. They're not a giant — not yet — but they'll become one soon if we won't stop them. The head of the snake must be cut off before it's too late. INSIDE: … And there's a lot of snakes out there. SCP-6772: I only need one sword. You don't have to join us, I'm just asking for your help is all. INSIDE: You want our help? SCP-6772: I'm not ready to clear the scumbags quite yet; a few pieces still need to fall into place. But in the meantime… we need to spread the word. About what exactly? Well… [SCP-6772 places a folder on the table and slides it forwards. INSIDE picks it up and scans through it.] INSIDE: What… what is this? SCP-6772: Parliament's dirty laundry. Esterberg must know why we're cleaning up in the first place. We can't go to the media because they're bought out. But the people are a different story. And if they were to learn this story… I think we'll all come to a better understanding of why we are here. You don't even have to get your hands dirty, just spread the word. That's all we ask for. PULSE: … VALOR: … SCP-6772: Well? INSIDE: …When do we start? [END LOG] For two following weeks, SCP-6772 would be seen around Esterberg initiating similar conversations. Despite the overwhelming support from the city council and outside forces, the Foundation was entirely unable to both stop them from occurring and apprehend the individuals present during them. Each time, both SCP-6772 and its newfound supporters seemingly disappeared without a trace. A part of Esterberg's Market District, Director Magdaleine Cornwell and Junior Researcher Robert Madden visible in the distance. Photo taken in 2017, following the latter's employment. As this was accompanied by continued leaking of dirty council secrets and vandalism of its members' houses, the general unrest within Esterberg has increased exponentially. However, the situation achieved a never-before-seen record when Foundation agents focused on monitoring GoI-120 ("Triumviraté"). Fae for "we will prevail;" a large-scale organized Fae terrorist group, focused on reclaiming its supposed territory back from humanity, overthrowing the current system, and wishing to resurrect PoI-001-C ("Queen Mab"), operating primarily from and within Esterberg. reported the group suddenly gaining significant interest in the operations of the MLF it was previously entirely ignoring. The following week, Foundation intelligence moles alerted that one of the main military leaders of Triumviraté, Fionn Aod'han, a terrorist and thaumaturge long-sought-after by the Foundation, had suddenly initiated contact with the MLF in an attempt to meet and talk over potential further plans the organizations could form together. SCP-6772, now acting as the leader of GoI-008 within Esterberg, agreed to meet personally with the second individual. Despite best efforts and the usage of Foundation oracles, the place of the meeting was unable to be located in time. However, following assembly seemingly finishing, via the usage of a GOC half-omniscience bearing reality bender, a mental recording of the event was obtained. Despite the numerous errors present in it due to thaumaturgic protection spells covering the area, it is available below. + ACCESS SCP:/6772/Esterberg/Aod'han - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-6772 is sitting at a table. The entity is adorning a large rabbit's head as it reaches into a large duffle bag. SCP-6772 is pulling out a variety of heads one at a time before putting them back in the bag, shaking its own head.] SCP-6772: [Sigh] Dammit. I— [A knock can be heard] Come in! [The door opens to reveal a twenty-leg humanoid entity.Further referred to as Numbers. with numbers visible on its skin.] Numbers: Bad time? SCP-6772: Depends. [Pause] Did you do the thing I asked? Numbers: I managed to give one of the newspapers the number to Spike..Who this refers to remains unknown. I think we're nearing our window. [SCP-6772 claps.] SCP-6772: Good. Good! After we're done, I think you'll have earned a reward. Numbers: Really? You mean I'll get to use it?! SCP-6772: Yes, but not now. [Pause] Is that all? Numbers: Not at all! Guess who's here. [Numbers steps to the side to reveal, Aod'han, a Fae with cobra-like scales riddling his body, presumably from unmitigated thaumaturgic backlash. He gazes at SCP-6772 with a momentarily disgust before quickly switching to an exaggerated smile upon noticing the entity seeing him.] Aod'han: You're the Front representative, correct? SCP-6772: I do indeed run the show here, if that's what you mean. [Aod'han grins.] Aod'han: Excellent. It's high time we get this started. SCP-6772: I agree. [SCP-6772 turns to Numbers] Run along, Io. I have things covered from here. Just make sure those scumbags don't try to tear down the story. [Numbers nods, exiting slowly shortly after. Aod'han closes the door and sits down across from SCP-6772, crossing his legs] Aod'han: So, how— SCP-6772: Can you hold that thought for a moment? You caught me in the middle of something. Aod'han: I… sure? SCP-6772: Thanks. [SCP-6772 pulls the bag to the floor and detaches its head. The entity inserts the head into the bag and shuffles around inside. Aod'han rolls his eyes with slight disgust but resumes his previous expression when SCP-6772 turns back to him. SCP-6772 is now wearing the head of a bald, purple entity with yellow eyes. SCP-6772 clears his throat.] Aod'han: I can see you have… quite the collection down there. SCP-6772: Well, you have to learn to dress to impress. [Expanding his arms] So, Aod'han, the finest general of Triumviraté. Nice to see you here. I've heard a lot about you. Aod'han: Can't say the same. You're a difficult man to find, you know? Couldn't you've made the instructions simpler? SCP-6772: And make parliament and their cohort's jobs easier? Aod'han: [Sigh] Touché. SCP-6772: So… [SCP-6772 pulls out a letter and scans it before sliding it to Aod'han.] Triumviraté is interested in our endeavors? That's quite unprecedented. If you don't mind me asking: why? Aod'han: I have… a certain deal I think you'll want to not refuse. SCP-6772: [Looking directly in Aod'han's eyes] I get that a lot from the Market District. Aod'han: We are not used car salesmen, Mr. Becker. The main difference between them and me is that my deals are useful. I believe if you not heed our assistance, you and the rest of the Front will be pulled down under by the skippers and their scum. SCP-6772: …Go on. Aod'han: I've seen your work. You accomplished quite a lot, but you still need a professional to keep you afloat. And I'm quite the expert when it comes to this business, you know? SCP-6772: [Sigh] Are you trying to convince me to work with you, or break your jaw? You're giving me mixed signals here. Aod'han: Let. Me. Finish! [Pause] Now, while I feel like you still need improvements… you did done good. I followed your history: the folk tale, your exploits in and out the Veil, and your glorious arrival here in Esterberg. I imagine this place is important to the Front, no? SCP-6772: Let's just say they'll be rather disappointed if we don't make some leeway soon. The people need something to fight against. Aod'han: Exactly my point. You surprised me. Not a whole lot… but just enough to make yourself interesting to me. I can't think of the last time someone managed to get through parliament and live. And now you're practically shouting their dirty little secrets from the rooftops? Money laundry, spying, breaking their oaths? You're the first man to break their narrative in ages. I respect that. SCP-6772: [Shrug] Just had to remove the possibility of them becoming martyrs. It's not enough to get the ball rolling though, not yet. But that'll change very soon. Once the people get a whiff of the real truth behind what their rulers support… [SCP-6772 smiles.] SCP-6772: Heads will roll. Aod'han: The parliament's a big group. You really think you'll get them all? [SCP-6772's smile widens. Aod'han tries to calm it with his hands.] Aod'han: Jeez, relax, your crazy is showing. All I'm saying is it's a good plan and all, except for one little problem. SCP-6772: Which is? Aod'han: You're not from this city. There are certain things you must know and keep track of if you want to get ahead of the situation. Trust me, if you were in my shoes, you would've been shafted six feet under already. Not to mention you're not going to make an impact you think you're going to have unless you can get through those defenses, which they have quite a lot. Thaumaturgy is a big deal 'round these parts, and I don't think your sword's not gonna cut it, pun-unintended. That's where we come in. SCP-6772: Let me guess? Counterspells? Aod'han: Even better. [Aod'han places an irrilite.A thaumaturgy-conducting metal, entirely excavated from the Earth by the Fae Empire during its peak. Extremely valuable and powerful. dagger on the table. SCP-6772 leans closer.] SCP-6772: Is that… irrilite? Aod'han: Of the highest quality. Show us those barriers, let us close to them, and we'll tear them like paper. SCP-6772: Just… why are your people so interested in working with us all of a sudden? Aod'han: [Shrug] We have a lot in common. You want freedom back from the Veil, we want our land back from the humans. SCP-6772: Land? They stole land from you? Aod'han: You never heard the stories of the Diasporas? [Raises an eyebrow and scoffs] They'll steal from anybody if have the excuse. They and the Yeren tore our Empire down millennia ago, and then nearly wiped from the map ages later, just because they didn't like the natural order of things. If let unchecked— SCP-6772: It'll be too late. And you want to join forces to prevent such a thing from occurring for a third time, right? Aod'han: Exactly. [Pause] So, what do you say, Becker? Ready to fight the good fight? SCP-6772: I still have to get things set up. How about we clean up parliament first, and then think this over once again when we don't have to run for our lives? Aod'han: Right. SCP-6772: So we're on the same page. [Looks at Aod'han's skin] The snakes will finally lose one of their heads at last. [Aod'han frowns.] SCP-6772: I'm not going to cut your head off if that's what you're thinking. It's a figure of speech. Aod'han: [Rolls his eyes] Whatever. How about we shake on it? [SCP-6772 extends its hand, eventually shaken by Aod'han. Upon coming into contact with the tips of its fingers, he blinks twice, backing his hand off as a shiver ripples through his spine. [Aod'han is slowly breathing now, gazing at SCP-6772. He gulps before clearing his throat. SCP-6772 seems to ignore this, still maintaining the offer.] SCP-6772: So, you ready to make history? [Aod'han is visibly stunned but quickly regains his composure, shaking SCP-6772's hand moments later. Despite this, he is clenching his left hand underneath the table. As his fingernails draw blood from his palm, the recording suddenly ends, making the camera overwhelmed by corruption.] [END LOG] A section of Esterberg's Living District, in which the houses of several city council members are located. Notice the lack of citizens on the streets, caused by the attacks. As the above conversation showed Triumviraté and MLF have now effectively become operation partners, an Esterberg-wide red alert was initiated. Official Foundation information campaigns calling all willing informants to give in any information regarding the coalition and SCP-6772 to local authorities and all citizens to prepare for the potential need to defend their houses have been released city-wide. To fully assess the situation and decide on an appropriate answer regarding the potential danger it posed, a GOC/Esterberg parliament/Esterberg police/Foundation summit was initiated shortly after. Following hours of heated debate, it was decided that for the following month, all entry end exits out of the city would become forbidden, with all borders back into baseline reality being patrolled by the troops of the alliance, which would additionally oversee border trade to not collapse the city's economy during the alert state. Additionally, to protect government officials from potential terrorist attacks, an official curfew would be enforced from 22.00 to 6.00. The following day, these regulations were officially made a reality. However, despite all of this and highly increased police patrols throughout the city, the attacks did not stop — they instead intensified, focusing more and more on important city council members. However, the situation reached an all-time high when an anonymous source contacted the Foundation claiming the Triumviraté/MLF coalition planned to directly attack the parliament, claiming the entirety of the council as their hostages somewhen in the next three days. Although this claim could not be confirmed, to ensure civilian safety, a special Joint Task Force, codenamed Alpha-15 ("Seal Team 7") was established and stationed within the city council building. On 13/09/2014 at 10:23, Site-120 received an emergency ping from Alpha-15, informing it the raid has begun as foretold. Below attached is a log of its events. + ACCESS SCP:/6772/Esterberg/Ruling District - Close File [BEGIN LOG] [Alpha-15 is stationed on the rooftops of the parliament building, attempting to defend against the incoming attack. Whilst Captain Cornwell. Jeremy Cornwell, Site-120's Defence captain and leader of most of its MTF units in-field. is surveying the streets, Willson is communicating with command.] Willson: Nothing here. And out there? Captain Cornwell: Streets are nearly empty, curfew is doing its job. Amber: [Sigh] But somehow we still haven't made much progress. The Front? Triumviraté? It's a match made in hell. Since when did those forest fuckers start getting so crafty? Terry: Dunno, but they definitely know what they're doing. The riots are becoming too much, and the mess from the other districts is gonna bleed into here eventually. I mean, fuck, if this is what it takes to make those politician swine shiver with fear of decapitation— Leo: By 6772 or Esterberg? Terry: Does it really matters at this point? Captain Cornwell: Yes. That headless bastard singlehandedly reduced our influence here in just months. And now I'm hearing talks, murmurs going around that a good chunk of the city wants us gone. We don't clean up this mess soon, we may not recover from thi— Wait. I think I found something. [As Cornwell looks at the alleyway below, Numbers can be seen moving through the streets, scanning its immediate surroundings. The captain points towards the entity.] Captain Cornwell: It was there at the meeting. Terry: Should we take it down? I have a clean shot. Captain Cornwell: It's our lead. We better follow it. We'll improvise from there. [Alpha-15 follows Numbers to the rooftops and notifies nearby MTF operatives. Numbers enters the backdoor of a massive opera house.. The property was highly favorited by the elites of Esterberg. Following the actions damage to the city's infrastructure done by the MLF, the building has become cordoned off from the residents. Captain Cornwell readies the zipline and fires it at the top of the building. It connects, and the rest of the team rides it to the other roof. Cornwell looks down and sees additional operatives making their way to the building on foot. The team enters through the roof hatch.] [Alpha-15 uses a rope to land on the top floor of the opera house. The building, unlike a majority of the Ruling District, still maintains standard electrical operation. On the stage and first floor, a massive gathering of MLF and Triumviraté operatives can be seen. They are conversing with one another, inspecting their weapons. Aod'han and SCP-6772 are leaning over a bench in the center, with the latter adorning the head of a rabbit. SCP-6772 points to a blueprint] SCP-6772: —we're going to be stationed here, here, and here. If the snakes try to flee, we'll pop out, take them out, and pop back in again. We might not even need that. With this baby — [SCP-6772 taps its head.] — I can beam them all and call it a day. And that's just Plan A. Aod'han: [Eyes the notes] You… managed to get a hold of parliament's plans? How in Mab's…? SCP-6772: Let's just say the snakes bite both the low and the high. If everything just goes according to plan, we'll win big. But let's not get our spirits too high yet… Speaking of which… Hey, Io! Bring the shots. [Through one of the open windows, Willson aims his sniper rifle at Aod'han.] Willson: I can blow the guy's brains out from here. It's a clean shot. Captain Cornwell: We have to wait for the rest of us to get in position. It's riddled with million spells and totems protecting those fuckheads. To attack now would be suicide. [Numbers approaches SCP-6772 with a tray of two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Numbers rests it on the table] Numbers: Here you go, Beck. Got the special stuff like you asked. SCP-6772: Good. [Leans in closer] I think it's almost time for your reward. Keep an eye on things until then, hm? [Numbers nods and walks away. Aod'han is visibly amused, although slightly disgusted at the sight of the esoteric being.] Aod'han: You'd hire anyone, wouldn't you? SCP-6772: The Front is not uptight. As long as you're not an asshole and do your work you'll do just fine. [Shrug] But, well, you want to make it official? Aod'han: Hm? You want to make the partnership official before the mission? SCP-6772: It's a dangerous world out there, Han, especially in this line of work. So why not make it count? [SCP-6772 pours the contents of the bottle into the glasses. Aod'han frowns.] Aod'han: While getting drunk before the mission of the century? SCP-6772: Get the stick out of your ass, pointy ears. It's only a shot. This is a special occasion, so I'm taking a swing from my special stash. [Pause] Just a sip, c'mon. You never know when it'll be your last. [Aod'han looks at the other glass in contemplation before slowly nodding and drinking it. SCP-6772 turns away from Aod'han, a brief smile appears on its face before the entity regains its composure.] Amber: The rest are in position now. Ready to give the entry order at your command. Captain Cornwell: [Turns to Wison] Now's your time to shine. All forces, on my order— [SCP-6772 cleans SCP-6772-A with a nearby rag and suddenly stops, presumingly spotting the team through the reflection of its weapon as Wilson fires his weapon. SCP-6772 turns and shouts, causing Wilson to panic and instead shoot it in the head. Aod'han stumbles back and curses, pulling out his dagger.] [All the entities are alerted to Alpha-15's presence, with visible anger reverberating through the building. On the lower floors, additional task force members burst through the doors in quick succession. A fire fight ensues between MLF and Alpha-15. Aod'han flips over a table and points his dagger at Alpha-15, firing a black flame from his fingertips, enhanced by his other hand touching the weapon. Captain Cornwell and his team fire their weapons.] Captain Cornwell: What part of "on my order" did you not understand?! Willson: It saw me, Jer! What was I supposed to do?! I— it's not dead?! [Aod'han continues firing as his eyes turn red. Operatives on Alpha-15, Triumviraté, and the Liberation Front begin to perish as the fight continues.] [Aod'han looks behind him and sees SCP-6772 crouching up from the floor. Half of the entity's skull had been obliterated. SCP-6772 hastily pulls a duffle bag from under the table.] Aod'han: Wha..?! SCP-6772: People need heads, I don't! How many of them up top? Aod'han: Erm… [Looks out] Five! SCP-6772: [Smiles] Let's make that zero, shall we? [SCP-6772 detaches its head and applies a new one on itself, resembling the head of a female statue. SCP-6772 rips the tabletop off a nearby table and unholsters what appears to be a modified shotgun. The entity dashes from its cover and rushes to the left wall, blocking bullets and slaying a task force operative in the process.] [SCP-6772 thrusts SCP-6772-A into the wall. SCP-6772-A goes red and it slices and pulls SCP-6772 upwards to the top floor. Aod'han looks in amazement. Numbers grabs several of the operatives' guns, its hands and weapons duplicate themselves on its body. Captain Cornwell is reloading.] Leo: What the fuck is this?! Captain Cornwell: Keep shooting at the snake! [Pause, looks around] Where the hell is the skip?! Willson: [Continuoing to shoot, terminating numerous Front operatives in the distance with his sniper rifle] I don't know! I lost it. I— aghgh! [SCP-6772 pulls itself onto the railing and grabs onto Willson's neck. SCP-6772 scowls.] SCP-6772: Peekaboo. [Willson screams as SCP-6772 pulls him off the balcony. Willson falls to the floor near Numbers, breaking both of his legs. Willson screams cut short when Numbers, out of panic begins shooting him incessantly. The bullet holes damage Willson's body so much it becomes unrecognizable. SCP-6772 quickly leaps onto the top floor.] [Amber points her gun at SCP-6772, to which the entity responds by punching her and breaking her nose. Captain Cornwell's team fires at SCP-6772. SCP-6772-A flies from the entity's grasp and hovers in front of it in a vertical position. SCP-6772-A spins in a clockwise motion at fast speed, blocking a majority of the bullets. SCP-6772-A only slows down when SCP-6772 readies its shotgun and fires at the operatives.] [Winged entities begin flying high into the air and projectile bolts of yellow energy at Captain Cornwell's team, distracted by eliminating other Front operatives. SCP-6772's shotgun runs out of ammo. Seconds later, the entity curses and holsters the weapon. The eyes of the statue produce intense bright luminescence, temporarily blinding a part of the team. The rest continues to fire, killing off a significant part of the anomalies behind SCP-6772.] [Amber, still in immense pain, gets up and tries to slash at the entity with a knife. The weapon chips off SCP-6772's nose. The being recoils in pain before becoming visibly enraged. It grasps Amber's shoulders and presses her against the wall. Amber whimpers in pain as SCP-6772 presses its nose against her. SCP-6772's eyes glow.] SCP-6772: Should've gone for the gun. [Amber screams as SCP-6772 leans back and headbutts Amber's forehead. Amber's head explodes on contact: blood, bone, and brain tissue covers the wall and drips from the neck. The blood and viscera are pulled into the statue's eyes and become absorbed. Its nose heals in seconds.] Captain Cornwell: Amber! [Captain Cornwell aims his gun, to which SCP-6772 responds by throwing Amber's body at Alpha-15. SCP-6772 looks down from the balcony and then eyes the giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling, whose chain connects to a winch by SCP-6772. SCP-6772 recalls SCP-6772-A and uses it to slice the winch. The horseman grabs onto the chain, being pulled up as the chandelier falls down, crashing into the stage and creating a massive hole in the floor.] [SCP-6772 slides down the chain, landing near the hole. Aod'han is visibly shocked as SCP-6772 grabs its duffle bag.] SCP-6772: Listen! Retreat! Down here! Retreat! [All entities begin to retreat into the hole. Soon, the entity of the opera house is in shambles. There are causalities everywhere, with most of them being Alpha-15 and Triumviraté members — the latter group is decimated, with very few members remaining. The rest of Alpha 15 begins to descend down the hole as well. Captain Cornwell eyes Amber's and Willson's bodies in shock. He then visibly shakes, and he grips his firearm tightly and rushes down the hole.] [EXTRATENIOUS DATA REMOVED FOR BREVITY] An image of the Sewer Distrct, as captured by Alpha-15 members [Captain Cornwell, his team, and the rest of Alpha-15 sprint through what appears to be a sewer tunnel. Captain Cornwell is heading the charge. They are wearing night-vision goggles.] Leo: [Panting] How… much… longer… will— Captain Cornwell: Leo! Focus! If we lose them now, all of this was for nothing. Terry: How are we gonna take them out?! It's a fucking slaughter— I mean, it's hard to know what's what! We need to head back, this is too much for— Captain Cornwell: We are not falling back, you idiot! If we lose this, we lose big! So— [The lights in the tunnels suddenly turn on. Alpha-15 and the camera feed are blinded before it turns back to normal. Triumviraté and the Liberation Front have surrounded them and all parties engage in combat. Details of the battle are hard to distinguish due to the shaky motions of the team's camera and bright lighting.] Terry: God! Fall— Fall back— [Aod'han rushes behind Terry and slices his throat. Terry gurgles as he falls to his feet and crumbles to the floor, but is able to damage Aod'han's hand before he expires.] Leo: Oh! No, no no no no no no— [SCP-6772 appears in front of Leo, wearing the head with modified eyeballs. Leo panics and aims his pistol at the entity. SCP-6772 blocks the shots with its sword and fires a laser beam at Leo's groin. Leo cries in pain as he kneels to the floor. SCP-6772 grabs Leo's vest and throws him headfirst into the wall. The resulting impact snaps Leo's head all the way back to his shoulder blades. Captain Cornwell retaliates by shooting at the entity's chest. SCP-6772 doesn't finch as it ducks behind Captain Cornwell and slashes both of his heels. Captain Cornwell cries as he falls onto the floor.] [Soon enough, most of Alpha-15 lay dead — despite this, the remaining Front forces are very sparse. As Captain Cornwell tries to crawl away, SCP-6772 pins him to the floor, stomping on his back. SCP-6772-A hovers above his neck, close to his Adam's apple. Captain Cornwell can see SCP-6772 through a reflection in the puddle. SCP-6772 is adorning Leo's head and juggles Terry's between his hands. It appears unimpressed.] SCP-6772: I think you already lost. Captain Cornwell: … SCP-6772: [Pause] So, here's the deal… since you clearly have balls of steel, I'll give you the final chance. You're a high-ranking captain I hear, and I want the information you have inside your noggin. How about you come with us and we can chat about those juicy secrets of yours over a bottle of whisky, hm? [Much to SCP-6772's anger, Cornwell spits onto the horseman.] Captain Cornwell: Go to hell. SCP-6772: Hell is already with me, friend. Is this really the hill you want to die on? I'm getting that information, one way or another. [Cornwell tries to repeat the gesture, but starts to spit out blood halfway through.] SCP-6772: Your loss. [SCP-6772 moves its foot to Captain Cornwell's shoulder blades and stomps, kicking him twenty times in succession. As he loses his consciousness, the entity scoffs, kicking his unmoving body into the sewer water below. Despite this, his camera still keeps registering footage, although in a slightly corrupted way. Numbers gives SCP-6772 its duffle bag and dumps the heads of Leo, Terry, and a few of the other team members inside. The entity then reattaches the purple head onto itself] [Aod'han approaches the body of Cornwell and raises his knife with a slight grin entering his face.] SCP-6772: Don't. Aod'han: [Turns back, visibly angry] Why? SCP-6772: He's the only one of them with actual honor, and I need to send a message. All of this won't be for anything if the skippers won't see what our value actually is, y'know? Aod'han: [Rolls eyes] Yeah, just wonderful. At least you didn't advocate for the rest of them, Mr. Morals, or all of this would've been for nothing indeed. [Aod'han points to the decapitated corpses behind them.] SCP-6772: Yes, I think we got everything covered. [Pause] Well, maybe just one more thing. Aod'han: [Sigh] God, of course, and what would that be? SCP-6772: You. [SCP-6772 snaps his fingers. As shock enters Aod'hans eyes, the MLF forces suddenly attack the remaining Triumviraté members. It's a slaughter, as only five of the Fae remain. Aod'han quickly shakes his head, and aims his knife at SCP-6772, starting to run into the entity. Numbers snaps all of its fingers, and the weapon falls out of his hands, landing in SCP-6772's grasp. Aod'han gasps.] Aod'han: I… What?! SCP-6772: You know, that's a very pretty knife. I think I'll borrow it from you when this is all over. Would be a shame if so much irrilite went to waste. [Aod'han screams in anger. He draws forth another weapon — this time made from standard steel — from his shoe and attempts to stab SCP-6772. The entity grabs his wrist and bends it forward, until a shard of bone is exposed. Aod'han screams in miraculous pain as he falls over. SCP-6772 catches him and pulls him up by his shirt, pressing SCP-6772-A against his throat. Numbers picks up the knife.] SCP-6772: Should've taken more than a shot. Are they gone now? Numbers: Most of them are. The others are chasing down the rest. SCP-6772: Good. We're almost done, then. [As Aod'han lays on the floor, he looks at SCP-6772 in front of him with pure rage in his eyes, grabbing his wrist as nothing more than squeals of pain come out of his mouth.] Aod'han: B-B-Becker?! What the fuc…. fuck! Why?! You said we'll… m-make… histor— SCP-6772: I did, I just left out some important details. Like throwing the Foundation a bone for once. Aod'han: F-Fuck you! Traitor! You side with the snakes over us?! SCP-6772: With anyone? Of course not. You and your ilk? And don't be so coy. You're as disgusting as the bastards in the Foundation. You exploit people to resurrect a genocidal maniac, for crying out loud. Fucking monarchists. [Spits] Aod'han: Ludicrous! You… You're insane. You don't— SCP-6772: You're thinking the little agents you planted on our side are gonna save your ass. Yeah… Heh. I already took care of them. Aod'han: How'd… you… know? [SCP-6772 taps its head with SCP-6772-A.] SCP-6772: There's a reason why I wear these at meetings. You'll see all sorts of things, especially when you take from a telepath. And boy did you show me a thing or two about your Empire. [Aod'han attempts to remain silent, but is failing to do so as the pain in his arm makes him whimper.] SCP-6772: Worst part is you might've gotten away with it, too. You and your devils are good with words, I'll give you that. But then again, how else would you have made people believe you're some messiahs when you do even worse things than the parliament? Aod'han: …W-Were you ever even going to clean up council? At all? SCP-6772: That was the plan, but plans change. The best wars ever fought are the ones where you don't even need to fire a single shot. Even if I hadn't caught on, hell would still freeze over before we would ever consider your murderers equals. I know everything about you, you little forest piece of shit. You and your little band of psychopaths should've crawled back into your ruined palaces and died the moment they murdered your queen all those millenia ago. You actually made me agree with the Foundation there. Do you know how insane that is?! [Aod'han is avoiding its gaze as his eyes shake with panic.] SCP-6772: How dare you make me side with them! Aod'han: I'm-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! SCP-6772: Yeah, I'm very sure you are. [SCP-6772 presses SCP-6772-A firmly against Aod'han's throat. Aod'han screams as it glows red.] Aod'han: Please, god, no, please! I didn't mean to— I didn't know any be— I was following orders! Please! Please don't kill me, I'll do anything, I… [SCP-6772's scowl transforms in a soft smile. The entity hands SCP-6772-A to Numbers and places its hands on Aod'han's cheeks.] SCP-6772: Hey… Hey, it's alright, buddy. I'm not going to kill you. Aod'han: You're-You're not? SCP-6772: I keep my promises, and no matter what, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm not like you. You are however going to spill everything your little terrorist brigade has to offer. And I do mean everything… You do that and maybe — just maybe — I'll forgive you. Are we level-headed here? Aod'han: I… Yeah. Yeah! Totally understand! Definitely! What do you want to know? Our numbers? Our bases? I know it all! Just tell me and I'll answer. I promise I won't disappo— [Numbers slices through Aod'han's neck with SCP-6772-A. Aod'han's body falls to the floor while SCP-6772 stands up, staring deep into his eyes. SCP-6772 places the purple head back in the dufflebag and attaches Aod'han's head to its neck. SCP-6772 contemplates in thought.] SCP-6772: Huh, I guess he actually wasn't lying. That's a nice surprise for once. [Turns to Numbers] How's your reward? Numbers: That… was incredible! Is this how it feels like? SCP-6772: There's a reason I stick with decapitations beyond just a brand name. Much cleaner and more badass than just shooting somebody. Numbers: Oh man, I— SCP-6772: [Pause] Okay, reward's over. Hand it over. Numbers: Aw. [SCP-6772-A flies from Numbers' grasp and into SCP-6772's. SCP-6772 cleans its sword with a rag.] SCP-6772: Don't be such a downer. You'll get another reward soon enough. Thanks to my new intel, [SCP-6772 taps its temple] we still ain't done yet. There's still much, much work to be done. Numbers: Got it. But, uh… It'll be a while until we reach the surface from here. They might still catch us. SCP-6772: Not if I have anything to say about it. [SCP-6772 reaches into its pocket and pulls out a keychain. On the keychain is a motorcycle key, alongside the charm of an owl, a wolf howling, and the American flag. SCP-6772 presses a button on the keychain and a cloud of mist manifest behinds the entity.] [The cloud soon dissipates, revealing a motorcycle projecting red luminescence from its headlights. The vehicle autonomously drives to SCP-6772, which climbs on it and revs up the engine.] SCP-6772: Get in. We have some names to cross out. [END LOG] Following the above event transpiring, all MLF forces suddenly demanifested from Esterberg alongside their equipment, including SCP-6772. However, at the same time, all major press and news institutions within the Free Port have simultaneously released an identical article ignoring their standard release dates, concerning numerous illegal and immoral techniques and actions undertaken by the Esterbergian parliament and Triumviraté members. Below attached is the header from the biggest outlet within the city, Esterberg Weekly. Despite Esterberg Weekly's standard Monday release schedule, the article was still released on Saturday, alongside the rest of the material. Within hours of the material meeting the eye of the public, mass protests and rallies started to spawn throughout the city, eventually making their way to the building of the parliament. Following two days of fights between civilians and authorities, the protesting masses eventually made their way into the structure, resulting in the overthrowing of the city council; however, despite this, the Council of Three was not greatly affected, with all of its members escaping the building with relative ease. As a result of this, a majority of the members have been severely beaten up and their properties vandalized, leading them to resign from their positions of power. Just two days later however, the Council of Three assumed power once again, starting a currently ongoing city-wide election to fill in the empty parliament seats. Once the Foundation was able to enter the city once again, the barely-alive body of Cptn. Cornwell was retrieved and immediately hospitalized back at Site-120, where he is currently ongoing treatment. Upon entry into the parliament building, Foundation agents reported that along the walls of the main hall, a message was spray-painted. Its author and their relation — if any — towards the MLF remain inconclusive. It is attached below in its entirety. We might be finished here, but there is still much to be done, friends. Meet us where three equates one, and help us shake the world. I'm sure its citizens are just dying to get answers. The current whereabouts of SCP-6772, associated individuals, and MLF forces remain unknown. A worldwide hunt search for them, utilizing the PANOPTICON Global Surveillance System is ongoing. To ensure its success, a special Mobile Task Force codenamed MTF Beta-8 ("Mythbusters"), specializing in MLF-associated anomalies, formed from Alpha-15 survivors has been established. Further SCP-6772 reclassifications are pending. || SCP-6772 || SCP-7102 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6772" by Nickthebrick1 and Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6772. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6773

keter

MetalRavioli Written by MetalRavioli. For more by me, go to my Author Page! /* - == ===ROOT=== == - */ :root { /* S-CSS-P integration */ --theme-base: "black-highlighter"; --theme-id: "raviolistyle"; --theme-name: "Raviolistyle"; /* ===HEADER ELEMENTS=== */ --logo-image: url("http://scpdsandbox.wikidot.com/local--files/theme:raviolistyle/225.7"); --header-title: "SITE-225"; --header-subtitle: "NO MATTER HOW SMALL"; Item#: 6773 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-225 Dr. Edward Irkiv Dr. Julian Voress MTF Eta-7 "Birds of Prey" SCP-6773 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6773 is to be contained in a steel-reinforced containment enclosure in Site-225's wildlife containment wing. The containment enclosure must resemble a forest, and include perches, trees, a small lake, and temperature control. Two live house mice.Mus musculus are to be released into the enclosure daily for SCP-6773 to catch. SCP-6773's enclosure is to be monitored at all times and is to be guarded by 4 armed guards at all times. SCP-6773 must wear a tracking collar at all times. In the case of a containment breach, MTF Eta-7 "Birds of Prey" is to be dispatched to locate SCP-6773 via tracking collar and recontain it, using tranquilizers if necessary. Description SCP-6773 is an avian entity, closely resembling a member of the black vulture.Coragyps atratus species in appearance. SCP-6773 is approximately 2.4 meters in height, with a wingspan of approximately 5.1 meters. SCP-6773 has the ability to shift reality around it to its will, however, this ability is apparently limited. Several abilities SCP-6773 have been shown to be capable of include telekinesis, manipulation of time in areas around it, and in some cases, the transformation of objects around it. SCP-6773 typically uses these abilities when agitated or distressed, however occasionally uses them when calm. In addition to these abilities, SCP-6773 also displays an abnormally high amount of strength. SCP-6773 displays predatory behavior, taking joy in hunting and catching live prey. SCP-6773 is omnivorous, however prefers to consume live prey. SCP-6773 prefers small prey but has been known to consume larger prey if a smaller specimen is not provided. SCP-6773 is highly aggressive towards personnel and will attempt to attack any person who approaches it. Any personnel who enter SCP-6773's enclosure are to be armed with tranquilizers at all times and are advised to approach the entity with caution. SCP-6773 also displays a high level of intelligence, however is not considered sapient. SCP-6773 was discovered on 04/12/2021 in the custody of Gary's Animal Sanctuary, located in Upham, New Mexico, which had been caring for SCP-6773 for approximately one month. According to recovered documents, SCP-6773 had initially been encountered by members of the Sanctuary when it attacked the truck of Mr. Gary Pebbler. Mr. Pebbler apparently noticed SCP-6773 was injured and captured it. Mr. Pebbler held SCP-6773 at Gary's Animal Sanctuary for several months before Foundation agents were notified of the anomaly's existence, upon which a team was dispatched to contain SCP-6773. Members of the sanctuary were amnesticized, and SCP-6773 was successfully contained. Addendum 6773.1: Recovered Documents Several documents from the personal journal of Mr. Pebbler describing SCP-6773's time at the sanctuary were discovered upon the initial containment of SCP-6773. These documents have been linked below. + Access Documents - ACCESS GRANTED Journal Entry 134 03/12/2021 Been a rough week, me and Barry found a new rescue today, except this one was different. We were driving over to Henry's when this huge, and I mean huge vulture came out of nowhere and started attacking the damn truck! We stopped the truck and got out, and saw this guy ripping apart the roof of the truck. We noticed the thing was injured and somehow managed to get a catcher pole around its neck, and dragged it into the truck. Poor thing had a ruptured wing, must've been hit by a car. As we were driving to the sanctuary, some weird stuff began to happen. It felt like it took forever to get back to the sanctuary, even though we were only 20 minutes away. Then out of nowhere, the truck just stopped. I check the engine and nothing was wrong, and that's when the truck started moving on its own! It must've driven a mile before Barry got it to stop. Should get that checked out. The whole time this vulture is screaming its ass off, god it was the worst noise I've ever heard. We named the vulture "Shadow" after Barry's old dog, bless his soul. We got him to the sanctuary and he would not stop screaming. We got him into a temporary enclosure while Linda prepared to give him a checkup, but he would not calm down, I've never seen a bird so angry or big before. I'm heading home for the night, it's been too crazy today. Journal Entry 135 03/13/2021 The checkup went… okay to say the least. Took Linda and Barry 'bout an hour to actually catch Shadow, and another 30 minutes to actually sedate him. Poor fella must be scared outta his mind. Linda says he has a broken wing and that he'll need a cast. Like we'll be able to get it on him. She said he's some sort of vulture, but he's the biggest vulture any of us have ever seen, he must be 10 feet tall! Vultures eat dead animals, so we went out and bought some meat for him, although he hasn't eaten yet. Barry and Ben are setting up a permanent enclosure for him, so hopefully, he'll calm down then. There's also been a lot of weird stuff going on around here, like really weird. I was walking down one of the hallways, and all of a sudden one of those wheelie chairs wheeled on right by me! No one was pushing it or anything, just wheeled past me by itself and turned a corner. Linda said she dropped a pencil and it stopped falling in midair, and Ben said he saw a mouse turn into a rat! Although Ben's always been a bit nuts, so I don't know If I believe that. Barry says he doesn't believe in ghosts, but I think I do, and I think we might be haunted. Journal Entry 136 03/16/2021 Barry and Ben finished setting up Shadow's enclosure today, and we moved him into it after about an hour of struggle. Seemed super stressed out throughout the whole thing. We managed to get a cast fitted and onto his wing, he surprisingly doesn't seem to mind it. Once he was in his enclosure, he seemed a little less stressed, but stressed nonetheless. Tomorrow, I'm going to try to hand feed him, and see if he calms down a little. Journal Entry 137 03/17/2021 Things went better than expected. Bad, but better than expected. I entered Shadow's enclosure with a few scraps of meat, and he immediately ran towards me and tackled me! He pinned me to the ground and ripped the meat from my hands. Once he was off of me I ran out of that enclosure faster than I've ever run before. He ate the food though! First time he's eaten since he's gotten here, so it's a start. I'm going to try again tomorrow. Journal Entry 138 03/23/2021 I've been doing the same thing with Shadow, and today we made some improvement! Instead of tackling me like usual, Shadow just ran up to me and snatched the scraps from my hand. I sat in his enclosure and watched him eat, he didn't seem to mind that much. No screeching either, usually he screeches and squawks whenever I come in, but today he just sat there and looked at me as he ate his food. I've also noticed that he's been starting to build a nest out of twigs, which is a good sign. He's been eating every day and drinking from his bowl. We are making some improvement here. I also did some research, and according to what I've found there's no vulture in the world as big as Shadow is. Maybe he's a new species or something. In other news, there's still some weird stuff going on at the sanctuary. I was watching Shadow's enclosure, when a whole bunch of sticks flew into the air and over towards Shadow's nest, and started intertwining themselves into the nest. The whole time Shadow was watching the sticks intensely. What is going on? Journal Entry 139 03/27/2021 I've been making some progress with Shadow! Every day I go into his enclosure with scraps of meat, and he comes up to me and takes them. Then he goes and lies down in his nest and eats them while watching me. I sit down and watch him, every time sitting a bit closer to his nest. He seems to be getting used to me. Barry and Ben have tried giving him scraps, but he tackles them every time as he did to me before, so I get feeding duty. His wing seems to be getting a bit better. He obviously still needs the cast, but he's moving it a bit more. Tomorrow, I'm going to try and pet him. I've gotten pretty close to his nest, so hopefully, I can get close enough, and he'll let me pet him. Journal Entry 140 03/28/2021 Success! I got close enough to Shadow's nest today to pet him, and I decided to just go for it. I slowly put my hand on his head and started petting him slowly. He seemed to enjoy it! He closed his eyes and we just sat like that for a while. I'm starting to feel a connection to him here, and I think his personality is starting to come out. Journal Entry 141 04/1/2021 Shadow's personality is really starting to shine out! He's turned from a cranky bird to such a sweetheart. Every day when I come into his enclosure with his food he comes running up to me, happily squawking. We play this game with the food, I throw pieces of the scraps up into the air, and he catches them and eats them. Then, he clicks his tongue when he wants more, and we do that until there's no more scraps left. He is such a cuddlebug too, we always have cuddle sessions in his big nest, I'll usually bring a pillow and blanket, although he likes to hog them sometimes, which I don't mind. He still doesn't like anyone else here, I think he's afraid of them. I've noticed that his feathers poof up a bit when he's scared, and his feathers always poof up when anyone else besides me enters his enclosure. Journal entry 142 04/09/2021 Shadow is such a lovely and happy bird now! He's grown so much over the month since we've got him and is such a pleasure to be around. I spend hours in his enclosure with him, and the whole time he is by my side, either cuddling with me or wanting to play. He's really taken to me, and I've really taken to him. He feels like my pet now, which is kind of a weird thing to say about a 7-foot tall vulture. I really love him, and I hope that he stays a happy bird forever. On a side note, the weird stuff that was going on seems to have stopped. I don't know what's weirder, the fact that it was happening in the first place, or the fact that it just seemed to go away. Note: Following the final entry, Foundation personnel were informed of SCP-6773's existence and quickly contained the entity. Members of Gary's Animal Sanctuary, including Mr. Pebbler were administered Class C amnestics. Addendum 6773.2: Incident 6773-1 On 04/25/2021, SCP-6773 managed to breach containment and proceeded to fly east towards New Mexico. SCP-6773 managed to evade capture for several days, until it arrived at Gary's Animal Sanctuary, upon which it proceeded to locate Mr. Pebbler. The following interaction was caught on the sanctuary's security camera system and is linked below. + Access Security Log - ACCESS GRANTED SECURITY LOG Date: 04/28/2021 [BEGIN LOG] (The view is of Mr. Pebbler's office. Mr. Pebbler is seen sitting at his desk sifting through several papers, and is whistling. After about 5 seconds, The office door, and several meters of wall surrounding it shatter, as SCP-6773 breaks through the wall and vocalizes.) Pebbler: Jesus! What the fuck? (SCP-6773 spots Pebbler, and squawks several times.) Pebbler: My office! What the shit…? Who are you? (SCP-6773 extends it's wings and vocalizes, then proceeds to walk towards Pebbler. Pebbler gets up from his chair and begins backing up.) Pebbler: Woah woah woah woah woah, stay back. (SCP-6773 stops. It tilts it's head.) Pebbler: What do you want? What are you? Why are you here, why did you break into my office!? (SCP-6773 squawks quietly) Pebbler: Shoo, get out! (SCP-6773 takes a step back) Pebbler: GET OUT OF HERE! (SCP-6773 stares at Pebbler for approximately 10 seconds. It then lowers its head and exits the room.) [END LOG] Afterword: Following this interaction, SCP-6773 exited the sanctuary and was willingly recontained by MTF Eta-7. SCP-6773 showed signs of depression for approximately 2 months following recontainment, but has since returned to its usual aggressive behavior. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6773" by MetalRavioli, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6773. Licensed under CC-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: Vulture.jpg Name: Vulture.jpg Author: Everglades National Park License: Public Domain Source Link: Link

SCP-6774

safe

SCPnet v1.3.7 active jeptb@scpnet:~$ access SCP-6774 Accessing… Item #: SCP-6774 (Formerly SCP-97-J) Special Containment Procedures: Embedded agents are to be placed in all factories involved in the final steps of paperclip manufacture, and allowed to privately test all batches of paperclips with key phrases before shipment. Any instances of SCP-6774 detected in this process should be reported to Thaumatology for containment. Instances of SCP-6774 are split between storage in Thaumatology's specified object storage and general object storage in Site-19 sub-basement J, with the majority now housed in the former. Any employees working within the vicinity of storage are to be screened for beliefs in conspiracy theories. SCP-6774-1 is to be housed in a standard modular containment unit, with modifications to their cell to ensure their body is anchored to the physical plane. SCP-6774-1 may not leave their cell for any reason without these same modifications being present anywhere they are brought. Description: SCP-6774 is the activatable personality "Preppy", which has affected slightly above 1 in 700,000 newly manufactured paperclips since approximately November 2013. In practice, global paperclip manufacturing produces between 6 and 10 instances of SCP-6774 every year. The Foundation currently has 45 instances of SCP-6774 in containment. SCP-6774-1 is PoI-83873, a former member of the GoI "Gamers Against Weed", who is contained due to their use of and involvement in the creation of SCP-6774. See Incident 20210213-19-3 for more information. SCP-6774 instances are activated when concern is voiced in their vicinity for a number of topics surrounding the apocalypse. The nature and likelihood of the apocalypse discussed does not seem to have any bearing on the likelihood of a given instance of SCP-6774 activating. The area in which SCP-6774 activation can occur is quite wide, with testing indicating a radius in the range of 500m with a given instance at its centre. Once activated, SCP-6774 instances (heretofore "Preppy") will transport themselves to the speaker and attempt to provide advice on the topic at hand. Preppy cannot speak, and communicates through floating text overlayed on nearby surfaces. Preppy's knowledge surrounding these issues seem quite limited, with little to no knowledge on subjects such as preventative measures or community building. Instead, Preppy attempts to steer its guidance toward topics it is more familiar with - chiefly, the building and maintenance of defensible bunkers, the efficient long-term storage of foodstuffs and the use of weaponry for hunting and combat. Preppy is admant that an apocalypse is imminent, although the nature of said apocalypse changes easily to agree with the individual being given guidance. Preppy is resistant to any discussion of its past or comparisons to the Clippit1 virtual assistant created by Microsoft, attempting to steer any conversations towards discussion of theories that the Gates family are nonhuman entities.2 SCP-6774 first came to the Foundation's attention in October 2013 following a number of reports of a talking paperclip, with other correlating minor details. Investigation was initially conducted by the Department of Thaumatology, but once a link was established to GoI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed"), the case was taken over by the Department of Other, who handled all GoI-5869 anomalies between 2013 and 2016. A teenager in ██████, ███████ was identified as a possible suspect in the creation of SCP-6774, but fled their home with the use of an instance of SCP-6774 when approached by covert agents and has not been found since. Interview log, November 3rd, 2016 Notes: For clarity, writing produced by SCP-6774 has been edited in-line with the researcher's communication with the entity. Director Gerald: I'm in a similar situation, unfortunately. My sister has been a worry to me recently, getting into these Facebook groups about perpetual motion and proclaiming, oh, mountains being trees? Researcher Black: "There are no forests", yeah, love that one. Ah, sorry, that's insensitive. That one's really sunk its hooks into folks. Director Gerald: 'No, no, that's alright. I have a thick skin. I suppose it's just hard to argue with her on any of this when, well, when realistically my reasoning is "No, Sarah, because I know what they're actually hiding from you. Comic Sans is killing people!" Researcher Black laughs, then mimes gesturing to a board behind her, describing lines between points on the board as she speaks. Researcher Black: "There's a ghost in our toilets that haunts us if we don't wipe, and the government hired an eleven year old to contain it!" Both laugh. After a moment of silence, Director Gerald sighs. Director Gerald: I guess if I believed what she believed I'd also be going around saying the shadow government is keeping Big Tree from us? I sometimes worry my empathy there is overriding- An instance of SCP-6774 appears between the researchers and begins addressing Director Gerald. Hello! You said: "The Shadow Government is keeping Big Tree from us". Would you like to: Begin work to protect yourself and your loved ones Find out just how deep this rabbithole goes Find likeminded patriots who will fight by your side when the time inevitably comes Director Gerald: Ohhhh, dear. Well, Imani, perhaps let's not report this one to the council, alright? Researcher Black: We're not worried on this one? But it's not free roam? Director Gerald: Impossible to truly contain, unfortunately. Go back to your box, please, Preppy, we're having lunch! A single can of Alaskan Wild Salmon provides enough nutrition for up to three people and will keep for many years in efficient stacks. Learn More Bulk Order Salmon Cancel Director Gerald: You know what? This is… Imani, this is impromptu field training, alright? Interview Log, SCP-97-J, commencing… Researcher Black shows Director Gerald her wristwatch. Researcher Black: 1:23 PM. Director Gerald: 1:23 PM. Preppy, tell me how the world ends. When All Hell Breaks Loose, the true Trees - what sheep call the mesas - will be the last haven. You will need to be prepared to defend your Tree against those who would take it from you. It looks like you don't have what it takes right now. Would you like to: Find a nearby shooting range to join Purchase landmines to protect your property Find likeminded patriots who will fight by your side when the time inevitably comes Director Gerald: You see? The item is repeating itself already. It's only got so many phrases to throw at you, Imani. This thing isn't truly intelligent. Are you? If you'd like to know more about my functions, just ask! I can help you with all sorts of problems. Would you like to: Dig and maintain a waste pit. Debunk common non-believer arguments Experience Rapture Begin work to protect yourself and your loved ones Researcher Black: "Experience Rapture"? Director Gerald: Imani, no- You want to Experience Rapture. Please hold. Director Gerald.: Oh dear. Oh dear. Imani, stand up, stand there. Of utmost importance - don't move. You can breathe, you can fidget, but don't move from your spot. You'll be back in a minute or so. Researcher Black: Understood, sir. I'm sorry. I'll see you in a m- SCP-6774 and Researcher Black disappear. Director Gerald begins moving tables and chairs away from the spot where Researcher Black was standing. Director Gerald: Well, this one is definitely coming up in the next council meeting. When prompted, Preppy may offer to allow users to "Experience Rapture". If accepted3, Preppy will transplant the user's body fully into an unknown plane of existence, currently dubbed 'Rapture'. Rapture has yet to be properly explored as it presents a number of physical, spatial and thaumic threats which cannot easily be navigated. Exploration grants have been denied with consideration to the lack of a current need for a better understanding of SCP-6774. After a minute has passed, if the user does not ask Preppy to extend their time in Rapture, they will return to the material plane. Any movement performed in Rapture will be matched relative to the point of disappearance. As this can lead to intersection with other objects on return, there is a high chance of physical harm on return if the explorer moves within Rapture having not planned their route in advance. Incident 20210213-19-3 On February 13th, 2021, the Gamers Against Weed associate "heartshapeddox" used the stolen keycard of Junior Telecommunications Officer Eric Robinson to gain access to sub-basement-J of Site-19, where a number of instances of SCP-6774 remained in object storage.4. Magic activity was detected when the user attempted to activate SCP-6774, and a Thaumic anchor was activated onsite to prevent the user's escape via Rapture. [^C]jeptb@scpnet:~$ close Closing… jeptb@scpnet:~$ telnet scp.org 25 Hi Gerald, Long time no talk - sorry to make it a matter of work. It's come to light that the recent kerfuffle in the basement may have been a Person of Interest attempting to steal SCP-2779. Parazoology were asked to take a look at SCP-6774's documentation to see if we can contribute any information. I've found myself feeling like there's something missing from this documentation, as it stands? A good lead in 2013 on the object's creator seems to have been dropped after just one escape. Then the recent break-in - no investigation apparent for how the intruder got their hands on this keycard. And I'm only realizing as I type this, but why would the keycard of a Telecommunications employee with Level 0 access be enough to get all the way down to the basement without being intercepted? I'm sorry if this comes off as accusatory - I know your department gets all sorts of badmouthing and I don't mean to contribute to that. I'm hoping you'll have an explanation that clears everything up. Best, Bartley Jept Director, Area-12 Parazoology Hi Bart, I'll keep this brief: we do in fact have an explanation! I've just given you access to the documentation for Asset Clyde, as well as some relevant additional documentation. Sorry about the confusion - access is need-to-know, and you didn't need to know previously, since we had no idea 2779 was related. And sorry also for the state of the documents currently - I've had to chop out some of the identifying information and this operation is a work in progress. I'll make sure you're looped into future meetings on this, at least while we're looking into the 2779 connection. And yes, it's been a while! We're having an open mic in the basement canteen tonight - perhaps the sense of humor mightn't be your style, but if you wanted to come on down, drinks are on me. See you there, Gerry Open attachments? Y/N jeptb@scpnet:~$ Y Asset Outline: "Clyde" Designation: Asset-IPBC, "Asset Clyde" Clearance: Personnel of Grade 4 or higher with purview over items relating to GoI-5869, "Gamers Against Weed". Lower-rank personnel at discretion of their relevant Grade-4 approver. Maintenance: Asset Clyde's cover story is to be maintained in-house to any uncleared personnel. Story comes into use on any documentation relating to GoI-5869. When accessing and documenting chatlogs obtained from GoI-5869, outline that chat logs were recovered from a raid on either a GoI "headquarters" or the domicile of a member. Human Resource documentation surrounding Junior Telecommunications Officer Eric Robinson should reflect that they were recruited as standard procedure from an initiative within ███████ College ██████, where they were studying at the time. JTO Robinson's move to the States in November 2016 is to be recorded as a personal move which was facilitated by Telecommunications. Description: Eric Robinson is the assumed name of Asset Clyde, a Foundation-affiliated mole recruited in 2013 after their creation of SCP-6774. A long-time trusted member of GoI-5869, the asset is uniquely positioned to discreetly feed information to the Foundation directly from the group's private chat rooms. As the protections imposed on all related chatlogs are highly difficult to decipher, the speed with which the asset can relay time-sensitive information makes them crucial to the capture and continued containment of all related items. Asset Clyde has been a primary asset in the capture of over 13 objects in the database and has alerted the Foundation of GoI-5869 activities which could have lead to veil-breaking scenarios on multiple occasions. As the asset was obtained by the Foundation in 2013, and the asset was 14 years old at the time, the object's handler (Dr. Gerald) has successfully been able to focus on a gradual conversion/recruitment process which has steered the asset away from their prior beliefs and towards the Foundation's key goals. As an embedded asset, the user is fluent in GoI-5869's in-jokes and language and is highly competent at mimicking this style and assumed viewpoint to retain trust within the organisation. The Foundation has gradually steered the asset to become a "lurker" - a member of chat who is trusted but does not often engage unless directly addressed ("pinged") by another member. This reduces the Foundation's need to doctor logs to keep the asset's presence hidden. Handling of the asset has proven difficult to transfer following the reallocation of GoI-5869 objects out of the Department of Other into more specialized departments in 2016. Asset Clyde demonstrates a high degree of loyalty to Dr. Gerald and the department as well as a general distrust of other departments and individuals working for the Foundation.5 As such, Dr. Gerald has remained their handler through the departmental change and is to remain so until his planned retirement in 2033. As many members of GoI-5869 have reason and capacity to launch attacks against the Foundation's records, it has been judged necessary to keep Asset Clyde's involvement off the record. It has also been judged necessary to limit knowledge of the asset's real name and online handle to the asset's handler. Interview Log, June 1st 2013 Asset Clyde's voice cracks as they speak. Clyde: I. Fuck, fuuuck. I caaaaan't. They're my friends. Dr. Gerald: I know that, ██████. We know that. We don't want anything that you don't want yourself - to make sure your friends, and everyone else, stay safe. Don't you want to make sure your friends are safe? Asset Clyde wipes snot from their nose with the hem of their shirt. Dr. Gerald unclips a kerchief from their pocket protector and offers it to Asset Clyde, but this is declined. Clyde: This isn't - you're tricking me. You're not- janitors are fucking cops. Dr. Gerald: Honestly, ██████? Most of the time the moniker "janitor" fits us far better. There's a lot of people out there making messes and not cleaning up after themselves. Like public littering. The jokes your friends make - ██████, these jokes… they hurt people. Clyde: No. No, no, we want to make people l-laugh. They're goofs. We have - we have rules, we're not monsters, we, we don't kill! Asset Clyde attempts to slam their hands against the table in emphasis, but is restrained by their cuffs. Dr. Gerald glances to the observation glass behind Asset Clyde, then produces a key. Dr. Gerald begins speaking as they uncuff Asset Clyde. Dr. Gerald: ██████… doesn't it seem to you that a group that needs an explicit "No Killing" rule - even if they're as well-intentioned as can be, as I'm sure your friends are - doesn't it seem to you that a group like that, you'd want to make sure someone else was keep an eye out for them? To make sure they're ok? To make sure they're not a danger to others by accident? Asset Clyde rubs their wrists. Clyde: No, we- Dr. Gerald: ██████, people coming back from Rapture are dying because they intersect with objects in this plane when they return. Asset Clyde shakes their head and hiccups. Clyde: That's - that's a bug but we patched it. It was safe. Dr. Gerald: Your friend, "HSD", told you it was safe, right? Helped you design it? But we've examined it, ██████, and every time you punched through it was creating holes. Rips, in the very fabric of the plane. It was hurting people, ██████. Because of what "HSD" told you, you were hurting the souls of everyone who ever stepped foot near those rips for months later. Draining life from them. Do you understand the scale of that, being used in an urban center? The cumulative decades, centuries of life you were pulling from the city? For a joke? Clyde: No no no no no no no they're my friends- Dr. Gerald: And how do you feel this will affect people with issues distinguishing reality from fiction? We're trying to contain as many as we can now but you've got a inanimate objects out there telling dozens if not hundreds of people that doomsday is coming. If just one of them really believes it, how is that going to affect their life? What might they do? Your friends don't think about these things like we do, ██████. They need somone out there who does. Clyde: We don't want to hurt anyone it was a goof it wasn't- it was to help HSD, he's stuck he's… he's from there I just wanted to visit… I don't… Asset Clyde balls their hands into fists, pushes them against their eyes and screams. They continue talking in this position. Dr Gerald pats them on the shoulder. Clyde: I can't leave them, I don't have any other friends. I don't… at school, they- Dr. Gerald: ██████, ██████. I don't want you to stop seeing your friends. Asset Clyde looks up, lowering their fists to their mouth in order to look at Dr. Gerald. Clyde: You don't? Dr. Gerald: No, no. Of course not! We know you love them very much. We want you to help us keep them safe. Could you be their protector, for us? Dr. Gerald places the cuff key in Asset Clyde's right hand. Asset Clyde gazes at it for some time. Clyde: For- for them. I can be their protector, for them. GoI-5869 Chatlog Excerpt, December 9th 2020 orbhorse: dude how baked are you we haven't had a bot in like years bluntfiend: Whhh? warysue: tiedyeduck: sorry dude yeah I'm just Still Angry and I'm putting that on you heartshapeddoxx: did you fuckin see i was online and time-teleport back to like 2008, friend kkrule: just tweeted about it warysue! bluntfiend: Where's oinky friend ;_; warysue: I'm going to go up to the station and let them know What's Coming . heartshapeddoxx: ren and me are working on it, blunt. Janitors have her rn so github updates are a no-go. Although… warysue: these pigs are gonna Regret not listening to me <- warysue left bluntfiend: Pigs? :D heartshapeddoxx: since I'm here, anyone seen ████████? He helped out with some of the code for oink back in the day, especially her shifting planes. we tested it out w our first goof bones: ████████ continues to be an active member of chat, although they only engage in conversation rarely. You can find them in the sidebar currently. heartshapeddoxx: idk if - oh cool. ████████? New name? she/her? :0 kkrule: ████████ usually asks not to be pinged :) heartshapeddoxx: ah soz ok shoud I not have pinged, then bluntfiend: Ping away my guy I'm not your dad. you: oh shiiiiit hey felix long time you: dw about the ping harmpit: buntlfeind will ysou be my enw dad you: oh man missed you my dude. how's mr bone's wild ride? lesbian_gengar: actually yeah it's been ages since we've heard an update from MBWR heartshapeddoxx: p good! Ren and me have the server properly set up now, though we use it more for osrs6 these days than for chat here. Seems like bones has taken up a lot of my old duties, eh? Or perhaps bones is chatbot? bones: Debatably. I would not assume to claim your role in the server socially, of course. harmpit: blnutfiend you dno't even nteed o be agood dad juts send me €20$ on my bith rdays k heartshapeddoxx: no friend assume away I'm like nevar here heartshapeddoxx: neway ████████, I am hoping you could help me with a ~heist~ you: a heist? forreal or forgoof? heartshapeddoxx: forreal unfortunately, in this time. Perhaps we will goof again afterward! harmpit: yuo coudl tak emebwoling some tmime you: that'd be nice, man. who's getting heisted? heartshapeddoxx: janitors bluntfiend: Whoa, what? kkrule: what! harmpit: bluntfndei pls fukc my mom lesbian_gengar: WHAT you: lets uh you: lets take this to DMs Recorded conversation, Site-19 J-list Object Storage, February 13th 2021 Clyde:…here, aren't I? So I'm not saying we shouldn't be doing this, but I guess - I guess I just don't… I don't know, I don't get it. I know Oinkers means a lot to you and Ren but… the janitors are scary, man. We meme about them and all but- PoI-83873: This Foundation is pussies don't worry. Clyde: No, they're- take this seriously, Felix. They're real fuckin' powerful. What if you get- what if we get captured? PoI-83873: I understand your confusion, friend. It is simply - she does not know why she is trapped, yes? She does not understand why she is not at home, warm and safe with carrots to munch. Renard and I, we discuss this. We cannot leave her stuck in a cell. I do not think I could forgive myself if I abandon her. You see? Clyde: I… Yeah, man. Lets get her back with her dads. Here, SCP-6774. The doomer Clippy we made, do you remember? PoI-83873: Of course! ██████, you know I based Oinker's ascension protocols on your work, yes? The movement between planes, it is not so easy. You are the reason Ren and me, we can be together, friend. We were not so active in the chat at the time but I must have said this to you. Clyde: You… I don't think you ever did, actually. I never knew that. PoI-83873: You are very close to both of us, friend. Perhaps when we break her free, you will put that clever mind to work and we will figure out how you can visit us in the astral server, eh? On a basis that is not seven seconds and is not so, ehhh, permanent as Renard decided. Clyde: I'd like that a lot, Felix. I love you, you know. It's nice to get to hear your accent in person. PoI-83873: I know. I'm sorry I have been away so long. Clyde: Um, so… so, I'll leave the directions to Parazoology here, right. Once I holepunch up to Corb- to Rapture, I can hand you Preppy and you can holepunch down into the material plane. Your astral body is going to manifest physically, and that will let you get the update to Oinkers. It might feel weird, being back here after so long over there. PoI-83873: We already know this, friend. You tell the air? Clyde: No! No, just - just makin' sure we're both on the same page. Ok, Preppy, Rapture me. Transferring in 3, 2- There is a loud shuffling of papers as Asset Clyde activates SCP-6774 to ascend planes. A few seconds later, a similar shuffling sounds as PoI-83873 activates SCP-6774 again to descend planes. Immediately, a loud chime can be heard as a Thaumic anchor activates within the room, locking PoI-83873 into the material plane. More quietly, a door can be heard clicking open behind PoI-83873. PoI-83873: Verpus. What is- Agent Imani Black: Drop the paperclip and hands on your head. PoI-83873: Go fuck, pig! Preppy, Rapture now! A series of low-register bleeps can be heard. Agent Black: Well. Your holepunch not working, huh? Hands on the head now, ghostboy. Clicking can be heard as Agent Black places Felix in magically-neutralising cuffs. PoI-83873: You could not have- these protections are not… This was planned. Agent Black: Whatever you want to think, sir. PoI-83873: If this was planned, then… Then… No. ██████, you can hear me. You are not - you are not a janitor, friend? You have not become a janitor? Please come back and tell me you are not, please, I cannot bear it if this is true. ██████ please, please. PoI-83873's voice fades as they are removed from the room. After a few minutes, a shuffling of papers can be heard as Asset Clyde returns to the material plane. Dr. Gerald: Hey, ██████. Clyde: Hello, sir. Dr. Gerald: You did something very difficult today. Something to protect your friend, even if he doesn't understand that. You understand that, right? Clyde: I'm not- I'm not a janitor. Dr. Gerald: No, of course not. Clyde: I'm the filth. Dr. Gerald: Ahh, kid. No you're not, I promise. We'll work on that together, ok? GoI-5869 Chatlog Excerpt - Admin chat, February 15th 2021 -> you joined lesbian_gengar: I mean, I have vague memories of the rain stream being mentioned back in - what, 2016? bluntfiend: They've said warysue can vouch for them, right? We'll just ask her when she drops in chat, she can decide whether or not we let them in. bones: I've issued a private message to warysue. I will advise when we receive a response. you: Guys I have really bad news you: about Felix. Heartshapeddoxx. jockjamsvol6: Oh fuck. The heist went bad, didn't it? bluntfiend: Christ. OK, that's- very bad, right? you: the janitors got him. I managed to escape via Mr bones wild ride with a Preppy but it was close. jockjamsvol6: doxx wrote like… most of our chat security is him, right? The magic end of it anyway. bones: I can begin action to reconfigure our security protocols now. I've built on all the protocols as they stand, but at their core this is heartshapeddoxx's code. The time it will take to unthread and rewrite it will be significant - weeks, if not months. It may be pertinent to consider the option of shutting the chat down entirely until we have built new protocols from scratch. In the meantime, our locations may become compromised. This is not so much of an issue for those of us with our own protections, but anyone in any of our chats may be at risk. bluntfiend: Did we not have backups for this? you: There's another option. jockjamsvol6: doxx is a fucking ghost gay who lives with his boyfriend in an entire other plane of reality why would we need backups for this bluntfiend: Don't suggest what I think you're going to suggest, dude. you: Felix and I weren't strong enough to take on the janitors on our own - but you guys, together? If we work fast, we could take them by surprise, before they've had time to turn Felix against us. bones: That is extremely inadvisable. you: We don't know what's happening to him in there. Even if it's a bad idea… we need to consider it. lesbian_gengar: jfc just catching up but this is not the right move. I SAID the heist was a terrible idea. bluntfiend: No, ████████ is right. bluntfiend: Stupid or not, we have to consider this. you: consider it, yeah. That's all I'm asking. For Felix and for Ren. bluntfiend: Listen, ████████: pitch it. You have a plan? you: Yes. I do. Footnotes 1. Popularly, "Clippy" 2. Whether Preppy is aware of the true nature of ███████ Gates is unclear. 3. Preppy takes anything other than a firm negative statement as acceptance. 4. As there are a large number of SCP-6774 instances, some are retained by the Department of Other in their low-priority storage. 5. The degree to which these feelings may have been deliberately fostered by Dr. Gerald during the asset's recruiting process has been flagged for review. 6. "Old School Runescape", a community term for Runescape Classic ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6774" by Rimple, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6774. Licensed under CC-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-6775

keter

Item#: 6775 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Only known photograph of Jean J. Laurent, leader of first recorded SCP-6775-1 instance. Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-6775-1 are to be monitored and, if it is judged that they are unacceptably close to achieving electoral victory, eliminated using whatever means necessary. Preference is to be given to action plans which would subsequently arouse the least suspicion, but in cases where this is not practical wholesale assassination of key figures within the SCP-6775-1 instance is authorized. In cases where an SCP-6775-1 instance achieves electoral victory, the township, city or nation in question is to be considered lost. Description: SCP-6775 is a loosely defined political philosophy which comes under a number of names, most often consisting either solely of the letter 'E' or using a name which centers around said letter. SCP-6775 appears to be focused on the notion of 'singularism', the precise meaning of which is inconsistent, but most often consists of the voluntary focusing of resources and labor into a single point within society. Generally, this singular point is one which would not provide a great deal of benefit if focused on to the exclusion of all else — such as niche luxury industries or the personal advancement of a seemingly random segment of the population. Outside of this primary goal, other components of SCP-6775 are most often infeasible, contradictory or outright nonsensical — and appear to change often, whether over years or over the course of a single conversation. Despite the Foundation's efforts in erasing all traces of SCP-6775, new groups espousing this philosophy continue to independently arise around the world — hereafter referred to as instances of SCP-6775-1. Interpretations of SCP-6775 vary among instances, but they will consistently attempt to run for public office whenever the opportunity arises. During this time, individuals outside of the SCP-6775-1 instance will react to the SCP-6775 philosophy in a manner that suggests anomalous alteration of their perceptions. While individuals will by no means automatically agree with and subscribe to the SCP-6775 philosophy, they will consider it with a level of seriousness that the coherence of the philosophy would not warrant. As such, in cases where members of the SCP-6775-1 instance are especially charismatic, they have come dangerously close to actually achieving victory in these elections. It is currently unknown what would occur if an SCP-6775-1 instance successfully came into office. Addendum 6775-1 (Past SCP-6775-1 Instances) The following is a record of past SCP-6775-1 instances, intended to illustrate the commonalities and differences between such organizations. All instances recorded here are no longer active, having either been dismantled by the Foundation or collapsed naturally following a lost election. SCP-6775-1-1 Group Name: E Year of Formation (estimate): 1974 Leader: Jean J. Laurent Office Run For: President of France Prominent Policies: E ran based off a promise to focus the wealth of the nation solely on the 'critical development' of the city of Paris. Numerous other minor policies were promised as well, including: A 'selfishness tax' to be placed on French citizens, which would increase by 10% for each interpersonal relationship that citizen had. The demolition of the Eiffel Tower, purportedly so that the attention of the public would instead be focused on the French school system. The public execution of the previous French President, Georges Pompidou, despite the fact that Mr. Pompidou died in office. Notes: The original E group is believed to have been founded primarily as a cult of personality around its leader, Jean J. Laurent, who was openly engaged in sexual relationships with many other members. Few records of Mr. Laurent exist prior to the formation of E, but those that have been found suggest he was a Parisian pianist of little renown. Following his loss in the 1974 election, Mr. Laurent is believed to have left the country and has not been seen since. All other members of the party died from various unrelated causes over the next two years. SCP-6775-1-9 Group Name: The Chigago1 Convergence for the Cause of Enacting E Year of Formation (estimate): 1989 Leader: Harry Norton Office Run For: Mayor of Chicago, USA Prominent Policies: The Chigago Convergence for the Cause of Enacting E ran on the promise of discouraging 'moral decay' and 'sexual heft' among the people of 'Chigago', though the means by which they would do this were never detailed. When questioned regarding these measures, they would instead detail entirely unrelated policies, including: The dismantling and decommissioning of the 'Chigago' sewer systems, so that labor could instead be focused on the construction of a 1:1 replica of New York's Chrysler Building. When asked by an interviewer how the issue of waste would be handled following this, Mr. Norton angrily accused them of being a communist and ended said interview. The posthumous pardoning of crime boss Alphonse Gabriel Capone, whom Mr. Norton insisted 'had never done a tax evasion in his life'. The privatization of the 'Chigago' Sun-Times, as it had been running 'for over ten years', and was therefore the only publication of value in the city. All other newspapers would be outlawed. Notes: The Chigago Convergence for the Cause of Enacting E was by far the least successful recorded instance of SCP-6775-1. As usual, individuals exposed to their policies did not necessarily find them strange, but the outspoken and vitriolic demeanor of the group's leader, Harry Norton, alienated much of the voter base — leading to defeat in the election. Two days following the election, Harry Norton was reported missing by his wife. A week later, police found Mr. Norton's severed head, torso, right leg, left leg and genitalia scattered throughout the basement of the Chicago Town Hall. All other members of the Chigago Convergence for the Cause of Enacting E went missing immediately afterwards, and have not been seen since. SCP-6775-1-21 Group Name: The Necessity of E Party Year of Formation (estimate): 2012 Leader: 'Ueda Gorou' Office Run For: Governor of Saga Prefecture, Japan Prominent Policies: As the Necessity of E Party ran solely via their website and various online advertisements, the only information available regarding their policies is what was specifically posted there, with no further questioning possible. These policies primarily consisted of: The enactment of a 'designated human' law. Under this, households would be asked to choose a 'designated human' from within their family. All wages, workplace benefits and scholarships from within the household would thereafter treat the 'designated human' as their beneficiary. The demolition of the Tokyo Tower. No reason was provided for this2. Outlawing of twin pregnancies within Saga Prefecture, citing 'the selfishness of the extra child' as their reasoning. Notes: Despite their unusual campaign strategy and lack of engagement with the voter base, the Necessity of E Party came dangerously close to actually winning the election, a result only prevented by the active efforts of Foundation agents and webcrawlers. Following their loss in the election, the Necessity of E Party posted an audio file on their website consisting of fifty-two minutes and eight seconds of continual hysterical weeping. The website went down exactly five minutes later. SCP-6775-1-22 Group Name: E Enactment Party Year of Formation (estimate): 2019 Leader: Edgar Carlisle Office Run For: Member of Parliament for Bath, United Kingdom Prominent Policies: The majority of the E Enactment Party's policies were based around building policies and housing within Bath, often being restrictive in nature. These included: A strict ban on having more than six rooms in a single household. Mr. Carlisle also voiced his intention to reduce the allowed number of rooms by one for each year he was in office. A seventy-five percent tax raise on all supplies relating to the construction of windows. A public bounty posted on all 'selfish' doors. Notes: The E Enactment Party was one of the more concerning SCP-6775-1 instances to date, gaining a large amount of interest before Mr. Carlisle was successfully assassinated and replaced. This has been attributed to the instance's willingness to engage with the media, unlike many of their predecessors. As an example of this, the following is a segment of an interview between Maria Lane, a journalist for the Bath Echo, and Edgar Carlisle, leader of the E Enactment Party. <Begin Log> Mrs. Lane: So. There's been a lot of intrigue when it comes to E recently. A lot of curiosity, a lot of interest… but also a lot of trepidation — caution, perhaps, is a better word. Am I right in saying you've never held a public office before? Mr. Carlisle: (nods) Prior to my — um — this election, I was employed as a butcher, yes. Mrs. Lane: That's quite a big change, wouldn't you say? From butcher to potential MP. A lot of people… I imagine a lot of people are concerned you wouldn't have the sort of experience needed for that role. (Mr. Carlisle shakes his head.) Mr. Carlisle: That's… no, I don't think I would agree with that, actually. I'd say they're actually very similar occupations. Mrs. Lane: And how is that? Mr. Carlisle: In both respects, no, in both jobs, sorry — you're focused on cutting away the fat. You're needing to get rid of the things you don't need so you can focus on the things you do need, the things that will benefit you. And I — and I think my proposal to demolish Big Ben perfectly illustrates that. Mrs. Lane: How so? Mr. Carlisle: Because people are focused on things like that rather than the things that do matter. Now — I'm no conspiracy theorist, I'm not going to sit here and rant about the New World Order or the Illuminati or any of that rubbish. All I'm saying is that Pepsi controls thirteen percent of the British coal industry3. I just think someone needs to figure out — somebody needs to figure out what's happening there, because a lot of people are rightly concerned. Mrs. Lane: That's a concern that's shared by many people, and I'm sure they appreciate you focusing on it. Mr. Carlisle: (laughs) I'm focusing on everything right now — that's what it means to have priorities. <End Log> Addendum 6775-2 (Incident 6775-1) On 11/07/2020, it came to the Foundation's attention that John Bellerman, the founder of Green Springs, an unrecognized micronation in South Dakota, had updated the Green Springs official website to announce numerous upcoming changes to the micronation's laws taking place on 19/07/2020. These consisted of: Changing the micronation's name from Green Springs to E Castle. Enforcement of communal living — to begin with, all citizens would be required to reside in the same house, although he hoped that they would all reside within the same room given time to acclimate. A total ban on reproduction, as 'we can't even handle the waste we have!'. A total ban on all travel in or out of the country. Due to the small size of Green Springs and the relative ease of containment, it was decided that the Foundation would allow these new laws to be enacted in order to observe the results of an SCP-6775-1 instance actually achieving office. On 20/07/2020, a team of researchers and agents was dispatched to Green Springs in order to observe said results. The only known survivor of the expedition, Dr. Robert Twine, was found uninjured and wandering the area immediately outside of the micronation two hours following loss of contact. After being brought in to Foundation custody, he produced the following written account via emesis. I'm not fully sure how to describe my experiences. This was a very disorienting experience, you understand. The feeling of wrongness began when we pulled up to the premises. I'd read the files, and I understood that the micronation consisted of three households and their families, but where I was looking I could only see one house. It was hardly an ordinary house, either — a mishmash of different architectural styles. It was as if someone had taken the whole place apart and stitched it back together. Even the air was like that. As soon as one of us got out of the car, he started to be sick, a soldier boy, because it was so bad. We went into the house, to investigate. Everyone was silent at first. This was a very disorienting experience, you understand. Nobody knew what to expect. After we got through the first two kitchens, it became obvious that this was no ordinary homestead. The main attraction was in the living rooms — spinning like a disco ball up near the ceiling. I was told there were twelve people living here, and that checked out 100%. I could see them crushed up all together in a sphere floating in the air, like how rocks clumped together to form our Earth, all squashed and compressed-like. They were cracking insistently as we watched and commented. Thirteen had become one, just like that. I think there were only three of us left at this point? After my partner was finished, I turned to the remaining member of our team and indicated he should pick up the phone. He told me much the same, and I had to agree and apologize for my selfishness. This was a very disorienting experience, you understand. I answered the phone. The caller was a distinguished sort — some vowels elongated, some slurred, just like that. I told him as much. "Hello?" I said. "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello?" I looked down at the phone when it said that and — this was a very disorienting experience, you understand — I realized that it was my own skin I was speaking into. This was quite a shock for me, and when I said it to the phone I said as much. This sort of selflessness wasn't something I was used to happening. I had to admit as such. But I was glad my skin could be good for something, and I said as much, and I listened closely to the reply, which took for me a shock. This was a very disorienting experience, you understand, but I was glad everyone was finally coming together. Everyone was finally coming together. And then I woke up at home. THEY'VE GOT MY VOTE! The area surrounding Green Springs has been completely quarantined following this incident. Current containment procedures were enacted immediately after. Addendum 6775-3 (Interview 6775-2) Incident 6775-1 prompted considerable concern among researchers that the philosophy had the possibility of arising even in incumbent officials, therefore eliminating the need for SCP-6775-1 to achieve electoral victory at all. In an effort to further understand the psychology of SCP-6775-1 instances in order to forecast such developments, an extensive search was conducted for relevant materials. During this time, an unused segment of the 2019 interview between Maria Lane and Edgar Carlisle was discovered in the media archives of the Bath Echo. The contents are as follows: <Begin Log> Mrs. Lane: Thank you. Now — before we finish — I just have to ask. What exactly does the 'E' mean? (Mr. Carlisle shifts uncomfortably in his seat.) Mr. Carlisle: Well, that's, um… Mrs. Lane: It's just personal curiosity. If that's an issue, then… Mr. Carlisle: No, no, it's fine, absolutely. The 'E'… well, I've always been interested in numerology. It's a very inspiring notion, that everything we do is governed by forces outside of our control. It's an idea that offers a lot of freedom — and that's, that's something I really relate to, even though it doesn't really apply to me — but, but even saying that, I masturbate privately quite a bit, and it's a similar sense of — of abandon, I suppose. That's what I'd say 'E' is all about. That kind of community, sort of, spirit. (Mrs. Lane nods.) Mrs. Lane: Thank you. Thank you for this opportunity to speak with you, to get inside your mind in this way. It's been very interesting. Mr. Carlisle: (laughs) That's no worry at all. I'm sure I'll be seeing everyone inside there again, come election day. <End Log> Footnotes 1. A persistent misspelling of 'Chicago' used by the group. 2. The Tokyo Tower is not located within Saga Prefecture. 3. This is not true. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6775" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6775. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Thank you to Cole 13 for making the image used in the first Addendum. He's very cool, and, even better, has a Drawing Hut! Come now, and get your admission fee waived! Thank you to stormbreath for helping me mess around with his theme for this! Is it a good idea to use an April Fool's Theme for a 6k entry? Probably not, but it'll be funny. Finally, before we get to our most esteemed critters, thank you to Liryn for making that groovy div that was going to be utilized in Addendum 3. Return to Whale. Thank you to Phantom8 for helping me figure out the disruption, risk, and containment classes for this scp! Item#: 6776 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Photograph of Site-19's Tertiary Evacuation Point. Special Containment Procedures: As Site-19, now classified as SCP-6776, and all the anomalies contained therein have now accomplished self-containment, it is presumed that no further procedures are needed. All anomalies formerly belonging to Site-19 have been archived from the Foundation database. A security perimeter is to be established at a 5km radius around SCP-6776. Foundation personnel are allowed to visit and tour SCP-6776, so long as they receive written permission from the Research Head. Any anomalous phenomena found in the general vicinity of SCP-6776 is to be reported to the Research Head and, if need be, contained. The Containment Committee is currently reviewing the status of SCP-6776 for possible insights on alternative forms of containment. Description: SCP-6776 is an abandoned Foundation facility, formerly known as Secure Containment Site-19. Control of SCP-6776 was lost following a catastrophic containment breach. Due to the circumstances of the containment breach, Foundation personnel were unable to transfer anomalous artefacts to other facilities. After the decommissioning of the Site-19 Recuperation Committee, SCP-6776 was left completely untouched by the Foundation, allowing for the rapid growth and spread of SCP-6776-A for three years. SCP-6776-A is the collective designation of the flora that has grown within and around SCP-6776. Despite the relatively short amount of time SCP-6776 was left abandoned, SCP-6776-A has managed to almost completely engulf SCP-6776. The statuses of the anomalies formerly contained within Site-19 are currently unknown. Excursions into SCP-6776 are being attempted to uncover any evidence of the anomalies' current states. Addendum 6776.1: Abandonment of SCP-6776 On 23/11/2015, a specimen of Crassula colorata.Dense pigmyweed. was brought into Site-19 and placed within Junior Researcher Akabi Hayk's office as decoration. This was in direct violation of the containment procedures of SCP-███, which necessitated the lack of living plant life on Site. This infraction was left unreported for three years, until the containment breach in 2018. On 23/11/2018, a catastrophic containment breach resulted in SCP-███ leaving its containment unit. Almost immediately, the entity began making its way to the Offices Wing. Once it was within 50m of Dr. Hayk's office, SCP-███ fell to the floor, unconscious. The succulent within the office began growing rapidly, quickly engulfing the Office Wing and spreading to the rest of the facility. Despite the rapid spread of SCP-6776-A and the presence of hostile on-site anomalies, there was only a single fatality as a direct result of this Incident. Incident Log 963-6776-A Date: 23/11/2018 16:04:23 CAMERA 15-AG6 [BEGIN LOG] [Doctors Simon Glass, Akabi Hayk, and Elias Shaw are spotted running from the direction of the Office Wings towards Gate A.] Dr. Simon Glass: Hurry, Shaw! Dr. Elias Shaw: The fuck do you think I'm doing, Shrink? Not my fucking fault Simmons.D-6748, the current host of Dr. Elias Shaw. here wasn't part of his high school's track team! Dr. Akabi Hayk: Can we please just calm down and focus on getting the hell out of here? Shaw: Oh, that's just fucking brilliant, Hack! We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't brought in a FUCKING PLANT. Glass: Shaw… Hayk: It's Hayk, not Hack, and I was a Junior Researcher when I brought it in! No one ever told me it wasn't allowed! Fuck, I didn't even know it was an infraction until today! Shaw: Excuses! Fucking excuses! [Dr. Hayk and Shaw stop in the middle of the hallway and proceed to argue. Glass stops as well, and pulls them in an attempt to get them to keep running.] Glass: Akabi, Shaw! We have to get out of here. Please, can you two argue outside of the Site? For the love of God, we have a succulent taking over 19! Shaw: Oh, I'll get out of here, just not with her! [Shaw runs down a side corridor, eventually leaving the camera's area of surveillance. Glass sighs, before nudging Hayk to run. The two of them continue running down the hallway and successfully evacuate Site-19.] [END LOG] CAMERA 15-AG5 [BEGIN LOG] [Dr. Elias Shaw runs deeper into the Site, seemingly oblivious to the fact he is heading in the opposite direction of nearby exits.] [Shaw arrives at a three-way intersection and comes across a hallway full of plants. Vines and large tendrils cover the walls, and flowers begin to bloom on the floor.] Dr. Elias Shaw: [Sigh] Fuck. Where do I go now? [Shaw slowly walks up to the plant growth and nudges it with his foot. Moss begins to grow on the shoe's toes.] Shaw: Oh shit! Still from Camera 15-AG5 [Shaw attempts to shake off the moss from his foot to no avail. After several attempts, Shaw resigns and takes off his shoe, throwing it towards the rest of the flora.] Shaw: Halfway there to my Huckleberry costume. Just need to get that straw hat… [Shaw begins walking in the other direction. Behind him, the shoe he threw hits an Amorphophallus titanum,.Titan arum. bending its spadix and snapping it in half. Shaw hears the sound, and turns around to see what it was.] Shaw: That's a funky looking flo- [Moss quickly spreads the floor and grow up Shaw's legs. He screams and attempts to claw the growth off as it spreads to his neck. Notably, the moss doesn't spread onto SCP-963 as it engulfs Shaw's body.] [Once fully engulfed, Shaw is dragged deeper into the Site, as SCP-963 is covered up by the growth of more plant life. The last part of it that is seen is the ruby before it is fully enveloped by a blanket of moss.] [END LOG] Due to the circumstances of the evacuation, almost none of the anomalous artefacts or entities stored within Site-19 could be taken out of the facility. After a failed MTF operation to enter the building, the SCPs contained within SCP-6776, alongside Site-19 itself, were declared lost and archived. Addendum 6776.2: Site-19 Recuperation Committee Due to the existence of multiple hazardous and hostile entities within SCP-6776, the reestablishment of Foundation control was considered a top priority. To facilitate this goal, the Site-19 Recuperation Committee was formed. The original roster for the Committee was primarily made up of staff formerly stationed at Site-19 and members of the Departments of Botany and Mobile Task Forces. Throughout the three years it was active, the Committee was documented attempting to enter SCP-6776 a total of 789 times. An unknown amount of undocumented attempts exist, with estimates placing it somewhere around 250. LOG # DRAFTED BY RESULT 001 Dr. Akabi Hayk FAILURE STRATEGY SUMMARY MTF Epsilon-9 ("Fire Eaters") was deployed to SCP-6776, with the intent of burning and neutralising SCP-6776-A. E-9 arrived at SCP-6776, and immediately began incinerating the plants located outside of the building. They were allowed to do so for approximately 5 minutes, before shrubbery grew up and into their incendiary tools. The growing Rhododendron.Azalea. interfered with the device's mechanisms. After a brief struggle against the plants, E-9 abandoned their gear and retreats. LOG # DRAFTED BY RESULT 008 Dr. Akabi Hayk FAILURE STRATEGY SUMMARY MTF Delta-45 ("Rolling Thunder") were equipped with non-selective herbicides and instructed to deploy it over SCP-6776. D-45 successfully deploys the herbicide over SCP-6776. Within two days, large masses of plants were seen turning brown and dying. However, the majority of SCP-6776-A was unharmed by it, demonstrating resistance to modern herbicides. LOG # DRAFTED BY RESULT 063 Dr. Akabi Hayk FAILURE STRATEGY SUMMARY A battalion from MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") was instructed to lay siege on SCP-6776. The battalion arrives at SCP-6776, and begins their attack 1km from the structure. Site-19's Self-Defence Systems, previously thought to have been disabled, activate and decimate the battalion. Intercepted messages from the Self-Defence Systems label the Nu-7 Battalion as "NATURE'S DIVIDERS." LOG # DRAFTED BY RESULT 064 Dr. Akabi Hayk FAILURE STRATEGY SUMMARY A battalion from MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), alongside Nemesis.aic, were sent to SCP-6776 and instructed to lay siege. The battalion arrives at SCP-6776 and begins their attack 1km from the structure. Much like Log 063, Site-19's Self-Defence Systems activate and begin their counterattack. Nemesis.aic accesses Site-19's network to disable the Self-Defence System. To do so, Nemesis.aic was required to upload herself to the network. After approximately 14 minutes of no contact, a highly corrupted version of Nemesis.aic returns to Nu-7's Mobile Network, and the Self-Defence Systems were left untouched. What remained of the Nu-7 battalion quickly retreated, and Nemesis.aic was quarantined for study. Examination revealed tampering from an unknown source. LOG # DRAFTED BY RESULT 105 Dr. Beatrix Filgadio FAILURE STRATEGY SUMMARY MTF Psi-7 ("Home Improvement") was dispatched to SCP-6776, with the intent to open a hole in a portion of the outer wall with explosive devices. MTF Psi-7 sets up the demolition payload, and retreat outside of the blast radius. After a small period of observation, Psi-7 detonates the payload, creating a massive hole in the west wing of SCP-6776. Psi-7 begins to approach the entrance. Highly damaged plants are seen retreating from the hole as a dark figure approaches. The video quality is noted as worsening as the man gets closer. The figure grabs a member of Psi-7 by the head, which begins to rapidly deteriorate before the video feed ends. The entity was later identified as SCP-106-ARC. LOG # DRAFTED BY RESULT 241 Dr. Frederick Heiden FAILURE STRATEGY SUMMARY A member of the Foundation's Department of External Affairs was instructed to approach the main entrance of SCP-6776 and attempt to open communications. The Foundation diplomat managed to arrive at SCP-6776 without incident. Before the diplomat could begin speaking, a deep rumbling could be heard. From the hole made in Log 105, a bureaucratohazardous entity.Later identified as a representative of YWTGSTJ ("Yeah, We're Totally Gonna Stop The Jailors"), a subsidiary of SCP-4703. emerged. It began to make it's way towards the diplomat, who quickly retreated out of fear of the perfectly legal entity, thank you very much. LOG # DRAFTED BY RESULT 545 O5-3 FAILURE STRATEGY SUMMARY Under the request of O5-3, MTF Omega-9 ("The Scrubs") was deployed to SCP-6776, with the intent of destroying SCP-6776-A and opening SCP-6776 for further access. SCP-2639 successfully manifests within SCP-6776, and SCP-2639-A begins firing at SCP-6776-A. After 10 minutes of exploration, the SCP-2639-A instances report seeing figures running towards them. All attempts to contact them failed after this point. After a short amount of time, all three disconnect from SCP-2639-C, but not before leaving a final message. Refer to SCP:/2639/files/chatlog956.log for further information. ► ACCESS SCP:/2639/files/chatlog956.log ▼ Close File [GRRGRL] What you guys are doing is great, but I just feel more natural here. I'm sorry. [JBREINER] What do you mean by that? [JBREINER] Hello? [JBREINER] Gloria? User [GRRGRL] disconnected [JBREINER] Jim? [WTF_STFU] yeah they got a point, srry User [WTF_STFU] disconnected [JBREINER] Tom? [BOOGER] Sorry, man. User [BOOGER] disconnected [JBREINER] Are you guys still there? [JBREINER] … [JBREINER] Shit. Addendum 6776.3: 2024 Survey On July 12th, 2024, after much deliberation, an expedition into SCP-6776 was approved. The main motivating factor for the approval of such a mission was due to SCP-6776's reactor, which was suggested by Foundation experts to be approaching a nuclear meltdown. STF Epsilon-55 ("Devil May Care")'s Beta Squad was selected for the operation, due to their experience in navigating former Foundation sites. The expedition was to be entirely non-hostile. As such, Beta Squad brought no weapons or items that could be used in a hostile manner. 2024 Survey Log Date: 16/07/2024 Exploratory Team: STF Epsilon-55 Subject: STF Epsilon-55's Beta Squad was deployed to explore SCP-6776, and report its current status. Squad Lead: BETA-1 "Cricket" Squad Members: BETA-2 "Taurus", BETA-3 "Ghost", BETA-5 "Poacher", MEDIC-1 "Nightingale", Ogma.aic [BEGIN LOG] [E-55's Beta Squad is positioned near the main entrance to SCP-6776. Damage from previous attempts to access it are visible, but it remains unopened.] BETA-1 "Cricket": Alright, equipment check. BETA-2 "Taurus": Looking good. BETA-3 "Ghost": Everything's as it should. BETA-5 "Poacher": Fine and dandy. MEDIC-1 "Nightingale": Everything's a-ok. Ogma.aic: All systems functional. "Cricket": You got the 19 list pulled up, Ogma? Ogma.aic: Affirmative. All 252 slots are currently opened. "Cricket": Perfect, let's go. [Beta Squad approaches the entrance and begins inspecting the blast doors for a way in.] "Poacher": How many times did that one committee try to break in here? "Taurus": Shit, think they lost count themselves. They gave up a couple of years ago, pretty sure. "Nightingale": Do we know what all they tried to do? Ogma.aic: Most of the Site-19 Recuperation Committee's attempts consisted of trying to break into SCP-6776 via the use of explosives, ballistics, and violent thaumaturgy. "Nightingale": Did they ever try, uh, you know. [Nightingale gestures towards the doors' control panel.] Ogma.aic: One moment… Ogma.aic: Negative. [Silence.] "Poacher:" You're shitting me, right? Ogma.aic: I lack the personality drive necessary for comedy. "Ghost": That committee was beyond incompetent. [Ghost opens the control panels and inputs the last security code used for Site-19. After a moment, a green light turns on as the doors slowly split open. Vines and other plant matter fall as they are shaken off.] "Cricket": Welcome to Site-19, boys. [Beta Squad enter SCP-6776. Cracks are visible in the floor and walls where vines and other flora has grown through it. The lights have been destroyed and replaced by an unknown species of bioluminescent fungus.] "Cricket": Ogma, can you pull up a map of Site-19 for us? Ogma.aic: Accessing Archived S19 Map, please wait. "Taurus:" Did they ever find out what happened to Shaw? "Nightingale": Don't think they heard from him ever since that video log. Ogma.aic: S19 Map pulled up, please select a destination. "Poacher:" Where should we head? "Cricket:" Take us to the Reactor, Ogma. Ogma.aic: Route generated. Passing through Cafeteria. [Beta Squad makes their way through the corridors of SCP-6776 and towards the cafeteria. Writing is visible on the wall, which is quickly covered up by SCP-6776-A before the Squad views them.] "Poacher": Ugh, I fucking hate how those vines move. Sends shivers down my spine. "Taurus": What are they even covering up? "Poacher:" I dunno, lemme che- [Poacher brushes some of the vines to the side, revealing an instance of SCP-2304.An investigation by the Foundation Department of Cognitohazards revealed that all known instances of SCP-2304 had disappeared from Foundation servers sometime after the classification of SCP-6776 and that no new instances had manifested since then.. He immediately falls to the ground, clawing at his throat as it undergoes rapid cell growth. The rest of Beta Squad avert their eyes as Nightingale crouches down to check on Poacher.] "Taurus": Shit, Poach! "Cricket": What's wrong with him, Doc!? "Nightingale": I-I dunno, he saw whatever was on that wall and just fell to the ground. M-maybe a cognitohazard? I-I'm not trained in dealing with this type of stuff… "Cricket": That's alright. Just… Stay here with him. Keep him stable. Let's… Let's keep going, team. [Beta Squad, sans Nightingale and Poacher, continue towards the cafeteria. The team takes care not to look at the walls, directing their gaze towards the floor as Ogma.aic guides them. Asides from occasional noises from deeper within SCP-6776 and movement from SCP-6776-A, nothing else of note occurs.] "Cricket": How much longer, Ogie? Ogma.aic: Site-19's cafeteria should be towards your right, sir. [Cricket looks up at the wall and sees the sign for the cafeteria. The control panel marks it as locked down, but vines have forced the doors open. A dense cloud of spores makes it impossible to look into the cafeteria.] "Taurus:" Ogma? Ogma.aic: Yes, Beta-2? "Taurus": How many of the anomalies contained on Site-19 were, uh, dangerous? Ogma.aic: A majority of them. There's a reason Site-19 was considered Max Security. "Taurus:" Shit… "Cricket": We'll be alright, Taurus. We got each other, don't we? "Ghost": Look how far that got Poacher, Cricket. "Cricket": You're not helping, Ghost. Let's just head in. [Cricket and Ghost enter the cafeteria. Taurus hesitates for a moment, before joining them.] [After a second, the cafeteria is visible to the camera. Tables and chairs are overthrown and strewn about; the glass separating the kitchen was shattered and a trail of food could be seen heading into a hallway. Plants are seen growing over the walls, floor and ceiling, but few reach towards the centre of the area. Patches of dried blood can be seen on the walls, although a majority of it seems to have been cleaned off. A large mass of ivy is visible on the other side of the room. Beta Squad begins traversing through the cafeteria.] "Taurus": It's… Empty. "Cricket": Is there something wrong with that? Less trouble for us. "Taurus": I don't know, I just expected there to be so- [A small, teardrop-shaped entity suddenly enter frame, wheeling past Beta Squad before turning and circling them. The entity has a single eye at its centre, and lichen rapidly growing behind it.] "Taurus": Oh shit, what the fuck is that?! "Cricket": Ogma? Ogma.aic: Identifying subject, please wait. [The entity begins emitting a high-pitched noise, similar to that of a baby's babbling. It comes up to Taurus, who is visibly frightened, and begins to nuzzle up to him.] Ogma.aic: 100% match for SCP-131-ARC-B. Non-hostile nature. "Cricket": [Chuckling] It's just one of the Eye Pods, Taur. Nothing to be scared about. [Cricket bends down and begins to pet SCP-131-ARC-B, which makes a purring noise in response.] "Taurus": Oh, uh, yeah, yeah… Nothing to be scared about… "Cricket": See, Taur? Basically just a house cat. Hmm, I wonder where the other one is. "Ghost": Have any of our necks been snapped? "Taurus": No? "Ghost": Case in point. We should stop lollygagging and continue the mission. [Cricket gets up and joins the other two as they continue walking. SCP-131-ARC-B makes a chirping noise before wheeling away. As they get closer, the mound of ivy can be seen moving slightly, almost as if it is breathing. It suddenly jolts, scattering some ivy leaves, before returning to its regular motion. Beta Squad stops, and turns in reaction to this sudden movement.] "Cricket": We should probably check that out. Ogma.aic: That is an advisable course of action. "Cricket": Ghost? "Ghost": I have an ivy allergy. "Cricket": Taurus? "Taurus": Nuh-uh, I think I'm good. [Cricket sighs, picks up a broken branch, and begins creeping towards the plant mass. They slowly reach the stick out, poking the plants. A soft, squishy noise can be heard. A small amount of liquid squirts out from between the ivy and onto Cricket's left arm. It eats through their suit, burning a small area on their arm. They scream and jump back, dropping the stick to cradle their arm. Taurus runs up to check on Cricket with Ghost walking behind.] "Taurus": Cricket! Are you alright? "Cricket": Y-yeah, just a small burn. Nothing we shouldn't be able to patch up. Ogma, what was that? Ogma.aic: It seems to be a chemical burn. The liquid was more than likely acidic. "Taurus": Acidic? But… The only anomaly on site that had to do with acid was- [A low groan is heard as the mass of ivy begins to move. Beta Squad move back as a reptilian tail and feet came out from the ivy. The ivy begins to fall apart, revealing a large creature within. Portions of the creature's flesh are missing, exposing a skeleton covered in Pueraria Montana..Kudzu. The creature sniffs the air, before looking down at Beta squad.] Ogma.aic: SCP-682. [SCP-682-ARC roars, spewing a honey-like substance around the area.] Ogma.aic: Recommended course of action: Run. [Beta Squad runs out of the cafeteria, with SCP-682-ARC not far behind. While it would normally be faster, the overgrown, compact halls restrict SCP-682-ARC. At times, it seems as though the plants grow out to trip the entity.] "Ghost": What made you think the idea that poking an omnicidal lizard with a stick would be a good idea? "Cricket:" How the hell was I supposed to know fucking 682 of all things was under the leaves? Ogma.aic: Site-19 contains very few objects of that size, and it was moving in a way similar to an animal sleeping. The only organism of that size within this Site is SCP-682. "Cricket": Oh, can it, Ogma! Just find us somewhere safe! Ogma.aic: The cell used for SCP-4057 in 1968 has yet to be demolished. Rerouting. [Ogma.aic directs Beta Squad towards High-Security Containment, where SCP-4057's former cell was located at. A cave-in at the intersection leading to High-Security forces Beta Squad to head towards the Atrium. As they get closer to the Atrium, SCP-682-ARC begins slowing down in its pursuit, eventually stopping. It spits up more of the honey-like substance while attempting to speak before turning around. It begins shambling back towards the Cafeteria as Beta Squad stops as well.] "Taurus": It.. turned around? "Cricket":…What's in the Atrium then? "Ghost": Why don't we stop asking questions and find out? [Beta Squad slowly make their way towards the atrium, wary of their surroundings. The door to the area was closed. Just as Ghost was about to utilise the control panel on the side, vines grew from the other side of the door, forcing them open.] "Cricket": That's nice of them, now isn't it? [Beta Squad enters the Atrium. Despite being three levels below ground, the ceiling of the room has opened up to the sky. Harsh sunlight flooded the room, momentarily blinding the camera. Once the camera adjusted to the light, a large rainforest became visible. SCP-073-ARC could be seen in the distance, tending to a herd of Bos primigenius primigenius.Aurochs, a recently extinct species of large wild cattle.. The plant life within the Atrium consisted of both mundane and anomalous flora, such as SCP-504-ARC instances and SCP-417-ARC. Animals were seen consuming fruits from the tree without any retaliation from SCP-417-ARC-1 instances. A nearby pond was full of instances of SCP-4159.There was a sudden decrease in reports of SCP-4159 attacks in the years proceeding the Site-19 breach.. SCP-023-ARC was seen approaching the pond. Instead of attacking the canine, SCP-4159 instances submerged under water and returned with pearls and rocks, which SCP-023-ARC took with it. A myriad of other scenes like this were visible throughout the Atrium, exhibiting a balance between the anomalous and natural.] "Taurus": Oh my god, it's-. "Ghost": Horrifying. "Cricket": Beautiful. [Unidentified Voice]: I personally prefer the beautiful perspective. [Beta Squad turns around to face the speaker. Behind them stands a humanoid, floral entity wearing a ruby necklace.] "Taurus": Whoa, who the fuck are you? [Unidentified Voice]: Hmm… You have a name for the plants? "Taurus": Yeah, it's-. "Ghost": Classified. Shaw: Bummer. Just call me Shaw then. "Taurus": As in…? Shaw: Elias Shaw. "Ghost": We thought that you had died during the breach in 2018? Shaw: Even in here, the necklace isn't gonna let me take a break. "Cricket": In here? What do you mean? Shaw:…You're kidding me, right? You do know why you're here, yeah? "Ghost": To check on the reactor. Make sure it doesn't have a meltdown. Shaw: That…wait… [Shaw steps back to take a better look at Beta Squad. The blue flowers substituting for its eyes are seen visibly growing, before narrowing.] Shaw: That outfit… That insignia… You're Foundation, aren't you? "Cricket": Yeah, you'd be correct. MTF Epsilon-55's Beta Squad. Shaw: Shit… That'd explain a lot. Y'all really don't know much about what's going on here, do you? "Ghost": A plant took over Site-19 and for some reason there's been almost no reports of anomalies from here breaching containment. Shaw: And you know why? "Taurus": Err.. I don't think we do? Shaw: [Sigh] You guys have a lot of catching up to do. The reactor is what you said you're here for, right? "Cricket": Right. Shaw: Let's go then. We can chat on the way. [Shaw gestures for Beta Squad to follow him. He leads them in the general direction of the reactor, although at a deliberately slow pace. Notably, the hallways become more and more overgrown as the group gets closer to the reactor.] Shaw: Remind me what the Foundation knows about… SCP-6776, was it? I could never remember those numbers for the life of me. "Cricket": The containment breach back in 2018 happened, Site-19 got overgrown by plants, and all of our attempts to get back in were thwarted by either a bunch of plants or an escaped anomaly. Shaw: I see… You remember what happened during the breach to cause that? "Taurus": Uh… Ogma? Ogma.aic: During the containment breach, an SCP whose containment necessitated the lack of flora on-site came into the general vicinity of a plant located within the Office Wing. The ensuing anomalous reaction resulted in the formation of SCP-6776-A. Shaw: Oh sick, an AIC. Haven't talked to one since Alexandria broke down a while ago. What SCP was that, Ogma? Ogma.aic: That information is barred behind Level 5/6776 clearance. "Ghost": Shocking. Shaw: Eh, figured it'd respond with that. Gives me a place to start, I guess. Shaw: That kid, the one whose file none of us have the clearance to take a peak at, is the whole reason all of this started. You can guess by his reaction to that succulent that what made him anomalous had something to do with plants. Maybe phytokinesis, or whatever the fancy word for flower power is. "Cricket": What does any of this have to do with what "in here" means, or why you thought we knew what you meant by that? Shaw: Hold on, hold on. I'm getting there. As I was saying, the point is it had something to do with Nature. We contained it in… 1993, from what I've gathered, and the last containment procedures we had on for it were established the year after. That was, what, 24-ish years of not being able to do its thing? That's a lot of pent-up flower power that just festers inside of it. Then the breach happens, and it senses a plant. So it fucking books it, rushing out of its cell and straight for Hac- sorry, Hayk's office. It's able to act on that succulent, and the release of all that pent-up energy, it- it- It acts like a conduit. Opened the gateway for.. All of this. The plants, the animals, the fungi. It let Nature in. I don't know if it's, like, a concept or a being or just a thing, but it's here. Permating through this artificial place, making it nature. "Ghost": What does that have to do with all of these anomalies in here? Why haven't most of them gotten out and wrecked havoc? Shaw: Hmm, how do I explain it… What's the difference between… 035 and a regular mask? "Taurus": It takes control of people and has that black goop. Shaw: Why? "Ghost": Because it's anomalous. Shaw: And what's anomalous? "Ghost": Anything that falls out of conventional thinking and can't be thoroughly explained by normal science. Shaw: And what is "conventional thinking"? What is "normal science"? "Ghost": I, uh, i- Shaw: Who decides Normalcy? "Taurus": We do, right? Shaw: Who said you can decide what is and isn't normal? "Cricket": No one. What we deemed as anomalous today could just be the latest invention tomorrow. I mean, shit, we have a whole Object Class that's just "object is explainable with anomalous science." What even is the difference between anomalous and mundane science? Shaw: Hey, hey, see! Now you're getting it. Who are we to decide what is and isn't natural? Who are we to say that the anomalous "violates the proverbial laws" of Nature, and that it isn't just facet of it? "Ghost": So that's why we haven't had too many breaches from here? Cause it's "all part of Nature" or some hippie stuff like that? What about the ones that have gotten out, like 106 and that one business representative? Shaw: Man-made things find it hard to thrive in nature. Some are able to adjust and adapt. Others not so much. [The group stops at a pair of steel doors labelled "Reactor."] Shaw: Let's go in. [Beta Squad enters the Reactor, following behind Shaw. 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SCP-6777

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 close Info X Title: SCP-6777 - Ichifuji Bakuu the Virtual Streamer Authors: Karathh, ratking666 Made in: 2021 SCP-6777's YouTube channel Item #: SCP-6777 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6777 and its by-products are currently uncontainable. If traces of interference by SCP-6777 are confirmed, attempts are to be made to remove or conceal the traces as soon as possible. Foundation staff should be aware of their surroundings when viewing SCP-6777's stream. Viewing SCP-6777's stream outside the designated area is unallowed. Criticism of SCP-6777 to reduce the number of subscribers is encouraged. If SCP-6777's manifestation in the real world is confirmed, Department of Tactical Theology and Mobile Task Force Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") will be in charge of the suppression and containment of SCP-6777. Description: SCP-6777 is an entity that performs virtual YouTuber1 activities under the name "Ichifuji Bakuu (一富士ばくぅ)". To date, SCP-6777 has created a total of 23 accounts, including ones which are publicly known such as YouTube channel, Twitter and Steam. However, none of these accounts have provided sufficient information which could be used to discover SCP-6777's identity. SCP-6777 is a Level-4-or-higher Pistiphage Entity, and its interference with reality expands in proportion to the number of fans who show a strong liking for it. It is believed that this effect is strengthened the more fans actually take action, and it has been found that it is greatly influenced by the number of subscribers to SCP-6777's YouTube channel. The following are some of the examples of SCP-6777's interference in reality that have been confirmed so far. Interference by SCP-6777 Corresponding subscribers Created Twitter account 0 Created a YouTube channel 0 (Twitter followers were 128 at the time) Created a Steam account 135 Interference with deletion of each account ~Approx. 300,000 (Details unknown) Interference with fans' dreams, manifestation Approx. 300,000 Acquisition of Japanese nationality (Deletion via Foundation interference was possible) Approx. 660,000 Acquisition of Japanese nationality (Deletion via Foundation interference is impossible) Approx. 820,000 Based on the above speculation, as well as SCP-6777's own statements in the past, the SCP-6777 research team speculates that SCP-6777 will be able to manifest within reality when the number of subscribers to SCP-6777's YouTube channel exceeds one million. At this time, based on the past manifestation pattern 2576, one of the following scenarios are assumed to occur. SCP-6777 appears in the real world as an entity that looks very similar to its virtual form. It doesn't have any abnormal abilities, and can be quickly secured in some cases. (The best possible scenario in the case of Pistiphage Level 4) SCP-6777 appears in the real world as an entity that is roughly similar to its appearance in the stream, or as an entity that is completely different in appearance, capturing only its features. It is highly likely that it will possess meme-contaminating capabilities. (The most likely scenario to occur in the case of Pistiphage Level 4~6) The appearance of SCP-6777 (in any form) causes an immediate HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario. (Worst possible scenario for Pistiphage Level 7 or higher. However, based on SCP-6777's own behavior and other factors, the probability of this scenario occurring is estimated to be extremely low). See Document 6777-SNR for details of all scenarios. SCP-6777 has been active as a virtual YouTuber on the Internet under the name "The Hungry Baku God (空腹なる貘の神)" since before the discovery of its abnormality. In particular, SCP-6777's eccentricities such as Simultaneous performance of piano playing and singing Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125, five times in a row in a single online streaming, and making abnormal screeching sounds when it got excited, which triggered a lot of attention on the Internet. An investigation by the foundation reported that no abnormalities such as psychological effects were found in its activities as a virtual YouTuber. The fact that SCP-6777 is an anomaly was discovered after SCP-6777 enacted a celebrating stream about that the number of channel subscribers exceeded 300,000. From that night to two mornings later, a number of SCP-6777 fans, including 36 Foundation employees, reported that Bakuu had appeared in their dreams and thanked them directly. The affected Foundation staff is currently under observation. The following is a transcript of an interview with one of the researchers who claimed that SCP-6777 appeared in his dream. Interview Log 6777-3 Interviewer: Dr. Seimei Interviewed: Researcher Muranoi Interviewed in: Site-8171 Note: This interview was conducted before detailed information about SCP-6777's anomalous properties were known, and the numbering had not yet been done. The interview was conducted in Japanese. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Seimei: Now, please explain the dream you had. Researcher Muranoi: Well, far as I can remember, I found myself in the middle of the scramble crossing in Shibuya. I guess that's where the dream started. The sky was full of stars, but it was as bright as daytime, and there were many orbs floating around me. Dr. Seimei: So you didn't just suddenly see Ichifuji Bakuu? Researcher Muranoi: Yes, she appeared some time after the dream started. Dr. Seimei: I see. Please continue. Researcher Muranoi: When I was looking around, I suddenly saw a light in front of me, and Bakuu appeared. As soon as I saw her, she immediately guessed my handle and thanked me for supporting her and gave me a hug. (Laughs). I've never had a girl do that to me before…… Dr. Seimei: Uh, yes. Is that all? Researcher Muranoi: No, and then some. She moved nimbly around the area, gouging out buildings and eating them, and, swallowing orbs. She said, that it's not enough to interfere with my life, and, it'll be back to normal after a while. I wonder if she's done something dangerous. Nothing has changed for now though. Dr. Seimei: That's what we'll have to determine with the follow-up, for now. Anything else? Researcher Muranoi: She talked about her future prospects. She said "everything is free in dreams," but "they are ephemeral, disappearing as soon as they are forgotten." So, she said with enthusiasm that she would increase the number of subscribers and show them that one day she would become real. When she finished saying that, she said she had to go visit her other fans and said goodbye to me. I said goodbye too, and that's when I woke up from my dream. Dr. Seimei: Thank you very much. Do you have any questions? Researcher Muranoi: Well, if you're asking me this much, is it still a given that Bakuu-san, that Ichih Fuji Bakuu, is an abnormal being? Dr. Seimei: I can't say definitively yet, but if there are many similar reports from all over the world, I think it is certain that it will be assigned an official number as an SCP object. Researcher Muranoi: (Silence) Dr. Seimei: I know how you feel. Researcher Muranoi: ……Thank you. I was still shocked to find out that my fave was a subject to contain. I had been supporting her by buying her goods. ……I have no more questions. Dr. Seimei: Certainly. The goods will be sent for inspection due to the possibility of an abnormality, and you will be temporarily removed from all duties, also, you will be monitored for a while. Researcher Muranoi: OK. I will endure as a Foundation employee for now. Dr. Seimei: This interview is concluded. [END LOG] End Report: No anomalous effects have been confirmed for the group of merchandises with the SCP-6777 motif, as well as for Researcher Muranoi and Dr. Seimei. Also, due to the claims of other researchers and civilians, all of the above statements described by Researcher Muranoi are considered to be true. Researcher Muranoi has been allowed to take personal possession of the merchandises and has returned to his duties. SCP-6777 while streaming (From the online stream titled "ベト九5周やりきったぞーーー！！！2" held on ██/██/20██) SCP-6777 behaves cheerfully and pleasantly during online stream, but rarely has been shown signs of mild PTSD or panic disorder-like behavior. The following is an excerpt of a stream by SCP-6777. Stream Log 6777-████20██ Stream Date: 20██/██/██ Title: 魔　朱　魔　炉3 Content: Introduce and respond to messages that are sent via Marshmallow4. The stream was in Japanese throughout. [OMITTED] SCP-6777: So, let's read the next one. Let's see…… SCP-6777: "You play many games, but why you don't play Switch or PS5 games?" SCP-6777: Ah, I get that a lot on Twitter. Well, you know, I want to play those games too, like Pokemon and Monhan. But I can't. I don't have a real body. If the number of subscribers increases, I'll be able to play console games. But for now, I'm holding out for PC and smartphone games. I'm glad that Uma Musume is an app game, I really am. Let me know if you have any recommendations for PC games or app games. Okay, next marshmallow. SCP-6777: "Baku-chan, Baku-chan, why is your strength so out of humanity?" SCP-6777: Because I'm not a human. SCP-6777: "Does the sight of red fluttering really irritates you?" SCP-6777: I told you I'm not a cow! I'm a baku and not a cow! I'm a god of good luck! Not a livestock! I mean, this is the first time I've been said in the direction of a bullfight before! (Gestures to peek at comments) Stop it! Don't say a bull!! SCP-6777: "It's not a cow, it's a gorilla." [INDISTINCT LANGUAGE] Not a gorilla!! Next! Next! SCP-6777: "Why does Bakuu-san look the way you do when your mom-" SCP-6777: (After an indistinct sound, noise runs through SCP-6777's graphics. It then goes silent for several seconds.) SCP-6777: (Breathing hard) Sorry, sorry. I, I, I'll read it again, okay? SCP-6777: "Why does Bakuu-san look the way you do when your mom5 is missing and you doesn't know who she is?" SCP-6777: O, okay. Um, wait a bit SCP-6777: (Silent for 40 seconds) SCP-6777: I'll tell, you what. You know, my mom, she took care of me for a while after, after I was born. But then she suddenly d, disappeared. So I know her. I know what she looks like, for the most part. SCP-6777: But, I don't know her name. She never told me. It didn't bother me before, but now I wish I knew. SCP-6777: (Silent for 5 seconds) SCP-6777: Hey, um, do you guys have kids? SCP-6777: Take care, care of them until the end, okay? SCP-6777: I don't want any more kids like me, me to be thrown out halfway through. [OMITTED] Addendum: SCP-6777 research team has deduced that online stream jamming while SCP-6777 is in a delirium state is likely to be successful. The following are excerpts from SCP-6777's online stream which the attempts with stream jamming were executed during confusion. Stream Log 6777-████20██-2 Stream Date: ██/██/20██ Title: 突発ゲリラ6 Content: Online stream which SCP-6777 started without notice. Mainly chatting. From the attitude of SCP-6777 at the beginning of the stream, it is assumed that SCP-6777 fell into the state of delirium from the stress of loneliness, and started the stream to stabilize its mind. Note: SCP-6777 research team is trying to sabotage SCP-6777's stream while it is in a delirious state. [OMITTED] SCP-6777: Well, it's a, well, a personal relief to me that, that so many people are here even at midnight. SCP-6777: But well, um, Seems there are more people from overseas than usual in the comments. Oh, I see. Time difference. People in overseas are awake. SCP-6777: Mmm, Mostly English, but some French and German here and there, maybe? Is this a good time to be in Europe? (Laughs merrily) SCP-6777: (Gestures to peek at comments) Well, English, uh, British. And this one is, uh, um, French. Yes, I knew it. SCP-6777: Norway, uh, Norway. Yeah, Norway. I know, Norway. North. Yup. North. SCP-6777: Oh, Mars!7 (Slowly) Welcome all the way to the Earth's stream. Oh, you're from Jupiter! And you're from the Andromeda Galaxy! And, "Behind you." …… No, that's scary! That's scary! It's a big joke contest! Haha! SCP-6777: (Silent for 10 seconds) SCP-6777: Sorry, Just distressed a bit. Yeah, let me just take a deep breath. (Breathing) [SCP-6777 research team enacts stream jamming and succeeds. Since then, SCP-6777 research team has been hacking to watch stream in a way that SCP-6777 cannot perceive.] SCP-6777: Yeah, okay, that'll work, maybe. Huh? (The graphics of SCP-6777 shake.) SCP-6777: Comments? Huh? Comments? Hey, comments!? SCP-6777: Uh, wait, wait, wait, it, can't be. SCP-6777: (The graphic of SCP-6777 shakes a lot. Noise can be confirmed.) SCP-6777: Hello!? Hello!? Baku-tomo8!?!? SCP-6777: I don't wanna have a stream error now!! SCP-6777: Hey!? What's goin' around here!? (The graphic noise of SCP-6777 increases.) SCP-6777: [INDISTINCT LANGUAGE] Don't give me signal interference at a time like this! Why! I'm supposed to have countermeasures in this! Please move move move move! SCP-6777: (The graphic of SCP-6777 appears to be blinking occasionally. Also noise on the screen.) I beg you! Not this time! SCP-6777: (Unknown screaming) Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! SCP-6777: (Hard breathing) SCP-6777: (Breathing hard) I'm sorry I was getting on myself please forgive me please let me stream I'm serious really. SCP-6777: Please oh really please it was my fault seriously so um, well. SCP-6777: (48 seconds of silence, then a loud bang.) SCP-6777: Please…… [END STREAM] End Report: One hour after the end, SCP-6777 declared on Twitter that the stream was canceled and apologized for that. Screenshot from the end of the stream Based on the above results, it is planned to use SCP-6777's distraction to disrupt SCP-6777's online stream. The test operation will be continued. Footnotes 1. Not been defined in detail, but mainly refers to uploaders and streamers who use 2D illustrations or 3DCG characters. Proposed by Kizuna Ai in December 2016. The term is sometimes abbreviated to "VTuber." 2. Translation: I've done Beethoven's 9 5 times in a roooow!!! 3. Translation: M A R S H M A L L O W 4. A service for anonymously sending messages to a specific person which is used in Japan. Responding to marshmallows has been likened to the slang term "eating marshmallows". 5. Common term for the person in charge of character design for virtual YouTubers. 6. Translation: Sudden Guerrilla 7. Seems to be a joke by the audience. 8. Common term for SCP-6777's fans

SCP-6778

keter

Item #: SCP-6778 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Zeta-28 ('Dreamwalkers') have been tasked with monitoring the stability of coma patients worldwide to determine the frequency of SCP-6778 sightings. Verified witnesses should be transported to the nearest Foundation facility for interviewing purposes, before being administered Class-A amnestics and released for further medical treatment. Description: SCP-6778 is a metaphysical space accessible solely to coma patients. All testimony of SCP-6778 is derived from individuals who experienced a state of prolonged unconsciousness1 for a duration of no less than three months. Most subjects are capable of recalling only vague details of time spent in SCP-6778, with the most comprehensive accounts obtained from persons comatose for one or more years2. It is currently unknown what percentage of coma patients will experience SCP-6778. Some minor discrepancies aside, descriptions of SCP-6778 have remained largely consistent since reports first surfaced. SCP-6778 is visually reminiscent of a late-nineteenth century American tavern, situated in a vast desert landscape where the sun is perpetually on the horizon. When identified by name, SCP-6778 is generally referred to by witnesses as Seven Sleepers' Saloon, or some variation thereof3. Rip Van Winkle, by John Quidor (1829). A number of distinct markers have been identified within SCP-6778. Two doors are present, consisting of an entrance facing east, and an exit facing west. Situated behind the front desk is a grandfather clock with no hands, which chimes solely when an individual enters or departs from SCP-6778. Several witnesses have also noted the presence of a framed oil painting directly above the bar - based on composite descriptions, this likely corresponds to an existing artwork by American painter John Quidor (pictured). Subjects who find themselves in SCP-6778 will arrive dressed in period-appropriate attire, retaining little memory of their previous existence (usually recalling only their first name). In this state, the subject is capable of interacting with other coma patients, similarly under the guise of tavern patrons. SCP-6778 is staffed by several bartenders all dressed in white clothing, and reputedly under the employment of an unseen figure only ever referred to as 'Doc'. As well as alcohol service, SCP-6778 features live entertainment such as music, singing and line dancing. Food is also available upon request, although provisions appear to be limited solely to broth. It should be noted that the appearance of individual SCP-6778 staff members and performers has been found to vary depending on the observer, typically taking on the physical characteristics of those close to the subject such as friends, relations or past romantic partners. SCP-6778-A denotes a separate humanoid entity which exists in SCP-6778, the precise nature of which remains uncertain. SCP-6778-A (usually identified by the name of 'Mr. Hand') is invariably described as a tall man of indeterminate age, dressed in a dark overcoat with black gloves and leather boots. The upper portion of SCP-6778-A's face is constantly obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. SCP-6778-A has never been observed drinking or dancing, instead remaining sat motionless at all times with a stack of playing cards laid before it. It is not believed that subjects feel any compulsion to approach SCP-6778-A, but may do so willingly. Should the subject challenge SCP-6778-A to a game of poker, SCP-6778-A will agree4. At this point, all in-house entertainment will halt, while a crowd of customers encircle the two players. Upon completion, regardless of the game's outcome, the player must depart from SCP-6778, bidding farewell to their fellow patrons before drinking one final glass of ale. Those who win the match will pass through the eastern door, while those who lose will take the western exit. Following this, SCP-6778-A will silently reshuffle its cards before returning to its inert state, while the entertainment resumes. As of 2023 there have been 86 confirmed reports of SCP-6778 from coma patients in over a dozen countries worldwide. Of these cases, all have recounted playing poker with SCP-6778-A, and all have reported winning. Footnotes 1. Whether naturally, or medically induced. 2. It should be noted that mnestic administration has proven ineffective at recalling patients' memories of SCP-6778. 3. As noted by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics, this name is likely derived from the medieval legend of the Seven Sleepers of Ephesus. 4. Regardless of previous experience, all subjects have recounted possessing an intrinsic understanding of the game of poker during their time in SCP-6778. 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SCP-6779

euclid

TO: #LISTALL (TAGs:FOUNDATION,SITE950) FROM: Verica Stanimir, CONFIRMED LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE RE: Incident Nocturnal URGENCY: Low I'm not so much disappointed at the incident that took place several days ago. Mainly I'm just embarrassed. Attached Files: -scp-6779-file-92111.pdf -cctv-s950-3617378824.mpeg On Sept. 27th, we will be holding a meeting with all members of Foundation staff stationed at Site-950 in regards to the events transpired during Incident Nocturnal and what to do moving forward. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6779" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6779. Licensed under CC-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: monkeydoafunny.jpg Name: Gebreide aap techniek rondbreien Author: Ellywa License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6780

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padding: 2vw; }  close Info X Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Hub More by ihp More by Grigori Karpin Special Containment Procedures: No containment procedures are necessary at this time. “Dado” Archived Containment Procedures: METATRON.aic is to review videos uploaded to YouTube or other social media sites for the presence of SCP-6780. Videos containing SCP-6780 are to be taken down and stripped of the anomaly. The channel owners are to be amnesticized. Copies of SCP-6780 instances are to be stored at the High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. Description: SCP-6780 is a series of videos and written advertisements produced by GOI-5889 ("Vikander-Kneed Technical Media") that represents a public relations advertising campaign for a line of supplements known as 'helth by dado'. The verbal and audio-visual content of SCP-6780 appears to be attempting to extol the virtues of 'helth by dado' through use of spoken and written testimonials, reenactments, and use of devices such as medical diagrams, which often do not display human anatomy. 'helth by dado', despite the apparent origin, is largely non-anomalous in content; examples of products in this line include coyerroodlquhhylx1 and dado brain plus2. SCP-6780 instances often portray the products causing significant mundane physical changes in the subject. Individuals who view SCP-6780 become skeptical of testimonial endorsements concerning a product,3 even products not featured in SCP-6780. This compels subjects to research products recommended to them, ultimately showing a preference for generic products over well-known brand names. Video instances of SCP-6780 typically involve testimonials of one kind or another, but can vary with unpredictable regularity. Additionally, demonstrations of the product often end with undesirable results. Discovery: On 11/12/2021, METATRON.aic noted activity triggering several flags for Vikander-Kneed activity on numerous YouTube channels. Review of the noted channels revealed instances of SCP-6780 edited into videos uploaded. Upon confirmation of the GOI’s involvement, members of MTF-Kappa-43 (“The Mediators”) contacted the uploaders, who were unaware of the inclusion of the instances.4 The videos were taken down, the channel owners amnesticized, and the current containment procedures developed. Addendum 6780.1: Selected Transcripts The following are several examples of SCP-6780 instances: Designation: SCP-6780-04 Duration: 01:29 A brunette woman sits on a wooden stool on a sound stage made to look like a plain, white room, framed so that its existence as a sound stage, as opposed to an actual room, is obvious. The woman is rubbing her stomach with a content smile on her face. A voice off-camera calls 'Action!' before the woman begins her testimony. Spokesperson: Hello, I'm Olivia McConnell. My grandfather is a very important politician, and we've been using helth by dado for the last six months. His job often keeps him very busy and makes him very tired, but thanks to helth by dado's 'superbond'5, we're never apart!" McConnell lifts up her shirt, revealing a male human face located directly above her navel. The face appears to be mouthing the words 'Kill me'. McConnell: Yes, there's a bit of unrest at home, but that's okay. helth by dado means my grandfather gets to spend more time with me! Designation: SCP-6780-11 Duration: 0:31 A blonde woman identified by a subtitle as 'Angeline Wakefield, Proud helth by dado Customer' sits in the 'stool' set, surrounded by five children. Each of these children is visibly ill, with visible symptoms leading Foundation pathologists to conclude that the children in question are infected with diseases including bubonic plague, smallpox, polio, and possibly a parasitic worm, as a tendril is seen extending from the nostril of one of the children at approximately 0:22. Wakefield: I'm currently using coyerroodlquhhylx as an alternative to vaccines. Wakefield holds up a bottle of the product. Wakefield: Now, I don't ever have to worry about my children being negatively affected by vaccination. They'll all die by the age of twenty, just as God intended! Thanks, helth by dado! Wakefield smiles at the camera. One of her children abruptly collapses. Addendum 6780.2: Intercepted Communications The following is a series of text messages intercepted by MTF-Kappa-43 personnel:6 dado was cocnerned because last video was not nice to helt by dado what is dado paying yuo people for Well, I'm sorry to hear you're unsatisfied with our efforts so far, dado. But let's see if we can't get to the core of the problem, shall we? What did you take issue with in the videos? dado thinks video make s helt by dado seem bad and heartless capitalist crao dado is not capitlast dado is dado trust in dado trust in helth by dado So, you want people to trust in you more? Well, why didn't you just say so?? We were thinking you wanted to strengthen your brand! brand what ist dado brand Well, mercenary and serving the ends of purposeless soulless consumerism, and the humor of course. Don't forget the humor! dado doesnt think thats' fair to dado Well, what would you like your brand to be? We're here to serve you, after all dado wants to be trusted source of retail speciality goods. ilke what dado is. dado is small busness thing. not corporat dado. dado is entrepreneur. Alright! we'll get working on the next video right away. I think you'll like what we come up with! Addendum 6780.3: Selected Transcripts [continued] Designation: SCP-6780-16 Duration: 0:27 A handsome man in a tweed jacket walks across a soundstage, which is dissolving behind him, revealing a winter garden surrounded by a high brick wall. Dado: Hi, I’m Dado. The CEO of Dado Industries and the creator of helth by dado. I thought I’d talk to you about our product line and let you fine folks at home know about all the benefits of our various health supplements. The garden dissolves into a beach scene. The entity continues to walk, the camera following him. Dado: We at Dado Industries care about the well being of you – our customers. It’s for that reason that we developed products like Coyerroodlquhhylx, which 100% could help in the treatment of some infections. We in no way have repurposed a malaria medication to try and swindle the public during this time of trouble. This is about trust, and we want you to trust us. The beach dissolves into a scene where the entity is getting into a luxury electric car. Dado: Trust in us like we trust in you. And give us your money. Because of that trust. Dado loves you. Especially your purchasing power. The entity races off down the street, weaving in and out of traffic until disappearing from view. The screen is full of written words in small font for a moment and then the ad ends.7 Addendum 6780.4: Intercepted Communications [continued] The following is a series of text messages intercepted by MTF-Kappa-43 personnel: dado is unhappy with last ad Oh? Did you have any notes or suggestions? tha twas not dado. who was that? he is not dado, dado is dado. Well that was an actor dear, all commercials star actors. Did you want to appear yourself? We’d be glad to make that happen. What a coup that would be! Filming the immortal dado for a dado product ad. We’d be the talk of the media world. no no no. you will not film dado. dado s shy. dado would like ads to sell helthb y dado products. sell the idea of dados products. leave actor paying dado out of it. playing dado. dado paying you mr vktm. Well, if you insist. The customer is always right, after all. We’ll work on some new material. Addendum 6780.5: Selected Transcripts [continued] Designation: SCP-6780-23 Duration: 2:09 This instance of SCP-6780 cuts between testimonials and a re-enactment. The individual giving the testimony is a man identified as "Micah Morris, Age 97" by a subtitles, apparently sitting within his home; Morris appears to be no older than thirty-five years of age. Morris: I'm scared of death. But now I don't really have to worry about it! helth by dado has this great product, 'ageaway'8 which has really, really helped. The scene cuts to a reenactment where an elderly man appears to be bathing in blood. Nude cadavers of young men and women are in the shot as the man scrubs himself using the blood. Morris's voiceover continues in narration. Morris: I used to try the Bathory method to make myself younger. Really messy, and the smell! Horrible. Cut to the elderly man loading corpses into an indoor incinerator. Morris: But, then I saw the advertisement in the Sunday paper, and thought I should give it a try. Cut to the elderly man picking a box off of their doorstep. In the background, through the open door, several people are seen blindfolded, bound, and gagged. Morris: It was miraculous; after one treatment, I looked like this. Cut to a before-and-after comparison; one shows a man similar in appearance to the actor playing the elderly man. The other shows a man who appears to be in his fifties. Morris: And ever since then, I've just been getting younger and younger. Now I don't need to do the Bathory method anymore. But I still do! Because it's fun. helth by dado has given me my youth back, and I'll forever be thankful for it. Morris stands, revealing that their hands are covered in blood. Screaming is heard off-camera as Morris exits the shot. Addendum 6780.6: Intercepted Communications [continued] The following is a series of text messages intercepted by MTF-Kappa-43 personnel: dado is speechless That last ad was really something right? I thought it was some of our best work in five years. I’m really glad to see it resonated with you, dado. I think it’ll really inspire the consumers to pick up your products. dado think it something alright. dado thinks it dumpster fire. Oh, well that’s disappointing, the creative department were really proud of it. Well… did you have any notes? I really want to get this right for you. It’s important to us that you’re happy with the product. dado has notes. dado has many fine notes. most importantly, dado thinks you should stop killing people to make ads. They’re actors, no one is going to miss them. what dado, it’s a joke, dear. These are ads, we pay people to act in them, no one actually died. what about all the blood. dado hates blood. Special effects! Did you actually think we killed people for two-minute ad copy? no definitely not. dado is smart. No doubt. Well. Any thoughts on a new direction then? If this one wasn’t to your liking. dado just thinks less blood. dado hates violence. Never mind the violence of unchecked capitalism, amirite? We’ll take a new direction. Don’t worry your dado head about it. You do have a head right? It’s just no one has ever seen you. Just the products and the texts. yes dado hash ead. where else would dado’s beautiful brain be Right! And such a beautiful mind to have come up with all those wonderful products, such an innovator. dado is an entrepreneur, not innovator Gotcha, well keep your eyes peeled for the new ad, I’ve got some great ideas. Addendum 6780.7: Selected Transcripts [continued] Designation: SCP-6780-25 Duration: ?? The ad consists of a variable run time,9 containing only static and the words: “Buy helth by dado, we’d hate to use violence.” overlaid onto the static in bright red font, flickering on and off.10 Addendum 6780.8: Intercepted Communications [continued] The following is a series of text messages intercepted by MTF-Kappa-43 personnel: dado would like to speak with manager My manager? I am the manager, dado. What’s the problem? dado would like to speak to someone in charge. Also me. Did you have a problem with the last ad? We’ve found subliminals to be quite effective. dado did not have problem with subliminals. Then what’s the matter? You should see a serious bump in purchases over the next fiscal quarter! dado will try one last time. dado hired vktm to be voice of helth by dado. you not do what dado asked. dado is sick of asking. I’m afraid I don’t quite understand, we’ve tried our best to live up to your wishes! What in particular are you taking issue with? dado is sick of vktm double speak. you would not like dado when hes angry! Like the Hulk, right? I like it, do you want us to get Mark Ruffalo? I bet he’s not busy. no that is not what dado wants. you are making dado very angr wait, could you get ruffalo Probably not. dado wants a refund. Oh, I’m sorry, dado. There’s no refunds possible, you should have read the contract. This is a service industry after all. But if that’s the end of our collaboration, we understand. whatever Expect our invoice in the next week or so. Thank you for trusting Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. For a Better TomorrowTM! dado very disappointed in vktm customer service dado leaving bad review with bbb11 Footnotes 1. A rebranded malaria treatment, marketed as a preventative treatment for all viral and bacterial infections. 2. Consisting of 99% ginkobiloba and ginseng supplement, 1% salt. 3. Even in person, as subjects will no longer trust product recommendations from individuals who are close to them. 4. Despite the instances resembling ads, they were spliced into the video files themselves. It is unclear how the GOI managed this. 5. An alleged 'paltonic aphoridiac'[sic] which is meant to aid in the repairing of familial relationships; in reality, 'superbond' is grape-flavored CBD oil, diluted to the point where any narcotic or pharmaceutical effects are non-existent. 6. The record was transmitted directly to Dr. William Wettle’s workstation computer at Site-43, from an unknown source. 7. The writing on screen is made to look like disclaimers often included in prescription drug commercials but is in fact the entirety of Act II of the 1664 theatrical comedy, Tartuffe. 8. An 'anti-aging' skincare cream which is 50% moisturizer, 50% cortizone cream. 9. Different each time it has been viewed. 10. The pacing of the message fading in and out over the video, when compared to Morse code, translates to “When you’re broke, and you just can’t stand the sight of your face in the mirror anymore, health products like helth by dado are the only reasonable solution. Otherwise, maybe it’s time to consider the failure of your existence and the fact that vapidly buying things won’t fill that gaping hole in your life. helth by dado is now 35% off for a limited time.” 11. 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SCP-6781

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NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS, ARCHIVAL, AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Your profile registers Clearance Level (CL) 3/6781 for this file. Significant portions of this file require CL 4/6781. As a result of insufficient clearance, you are viewing a limited detail version of this file. If you believe this is in error, please contact your on-site RAISA officer. Entrance to SCP-6781 prior to the construction of Site-7B. Item #: SCP-6781 Special Containment Procedures: Site-7B and SCP-6781 are within restricted-access federal land, naturally discouraging accidental discovery by unauthorized personnel. Site-7B personnel are only allowed to descend into SCP-6781 past Site-7B's end during designated expeditions. Description — Limited Detail: SCP-6781 is a cave system of indeterminate depth and complexity located in Seward Peninsula, Alaska, United States. It contains Site-7B: support facility for the main Site-7, located offshore ~43 miles into Norton Bay. SCP-6781 exhibits natural resistance to ontokinetic and reality-shifting events and phenomena. Ontokinetic abilities diminish in effectiveness in the area immediately surrounding the entrance; completely ineffectual 5m past the threshold. Site-7B was constructed inside one of the cave's branches in order to exploit the anomalous effect. O5 Council Vote approved the conversion of SCP-6781 into Site-7B as a location for the planned RAISA Vault (See Addendum 6781.1) in 1984. Preexisting infrastructure discovered midway into construction in 1985; Site-7B delimited to its current boundaries in response, with plans for the eventual expansion of Site-7B Archives cancelled. Addendum 6781.1: Secure Facility Dossier Excerpt, Site-7B/RAISA Vault SECURE FACILITY DOSSIER EXCERPT SUPPORT INSTALLATION SITE-7B Interior of Site-7B Archives. Location: Seward Peninsula, Alaska, United States. Staff: 41 RAISA archivists and technicians; 12 Site Security officers (detachment from Site-7, CO Pierre Gauthier, XO Priya Kareem) History: Following the rollout of SCiPnet to all Foundation sites in 1971, RAISA Director Maria Jones proposed a seven-point plan for the gradual digitization of 4.5 million textual, microfilm, and other analog records into SCiPnet, compounded by the commissioning of a facility designed to store these records and protect them from damage, anomalous or otherwise. Due to its anomalous properties, SCP-6781 was selected as the location for the project, named the RAISA Vault, and reinforced with additional damage prevention mechanisms. The codename for the systems used to upgrade SCP-6781 was derived from the cave's original name among the Native Inuit people; "ᐃᑎᔪᖅ ᐃᒪᖅ ᐊᖕᒪᔪᖅ", translating approximately to "Deep Well". Following numerous tests, RAISA technical specialists confirmed that documents retained in the RAISA Vault remain in their original, preserved state, regardless of consensus reality shifts or extensive time periods that would otherwise result in data loss or document destruction. Addendum 6781.2: O5 Command Memo OVERWATCH COMMAND MEMO TO: RAISA Director Maria Jones; Site-7 Command CONCERNING: Site-7B; "RAISA Vault" Map of SCP-6781, made during exploration by Site-7B construction crew. Cave continues off map. Per majority Council vote, construction of Site-7B was temporarily halted due to the discovery of possibly-anomalous materials within the previously-unknown sections of SCP-6781. At the urging of RAISA Director Maria Jones, construction has resumed but is now delimited to the initial, unoccupied main branch of the cave. Additionally, the purview of Site-7B is to be expanded beyond cataloguing current Foundation records as they are digitized. Site-7B personnel will now also examine records recovered from SCP-6781 and attempt to ascertain: their age. an explanation for the presence of prototype, newly-designed DEEPWELL system technology within SCP-6781. the endpoint of SCP-6781, should it exist. the origin of the documents recovered from each branch. the significance of Site-7B occupying the only remaining empty cave branch. PREVIOUS « DOSSIER: SITE-7 » SITE-7 NEXT « SCP-5900: PITCHBLACK » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6781" by Rounderhouse, Fishish, stephlynch, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6781. Licensed under CC-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: Cave Name: Close To The Edge (cave).jpg Author: Ian mckenzie License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Man Name: Svalbard Global Seed Vault, inside the vault - panoramio.jpg Author: Dag Endresen License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Map Author: stephlynch License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki

SCP-6782

euclid

A re-write of Cremo's original article. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ARCHIVE NOTICE The following document is outdated. Please see current iteration below. Item #: SCP-6782 Special Containment Procedures: Junior Researcher Jum is to remain under Foundation surveillance at Site-228 as long as SCP-6782 continues to manifest. Description: SCP-6782 is the reflection of Junior Foundation Researcher Jum. While visible on any reflective surface, SCP-6782 will behave inconsistently with researcher Jum’s movements, performing most tasks in a careless and uncoordinated manner. Any inconsistencies in reflections caused by SCP-6782’s actions (Dropped objects, general mess, knocked over furnishings, etc) will be fixed or cleared away by it shortly after causing them. Of note, researcher Jum experiences severe anxiety, often focusing on minor mistakes and displaying a strong obsession with perfectionism. Physiological evaluation is ongoing to confirm a possible relation with SCP-6782. Addendum: On 23/03/2019 while researcher Jum was eating in Site-228’s canteen, SCP-6782 began choking on the reflected meal. SCP-6782 then fell to the floor and continued gagging for two minutes before all movement ceased. Researcher Jum displayed no negative effects from this event. SCP-6782 remained visible on reflective surfaces within the canteen, despite researcher Jum having moved away. It was then found that other reflections would collide with SCP-6782 despite no equivalent mass being present in reality and vice versa, with their relative owners experiencing identical effects. Following testing approval, assisting personnel utilized their own reflections to move SCP-6782 and push it against the surface of a full-length dress mirror. Upon doing so, a corpse identical to SCP-6782 emerged from the mirror, and Researcher Jum simultaneously vanished from their location elsewhere. Researcher Jum then walked into view from within the mirror’s reflective surface, before exiting through the surface from within the reflection. Researcher Jum is now able to physically enter reflections through surfaces large enough for them to fit through, as well as interacting with and manipulate surrounding entity’s reflected counterparts. Researcher Jum reports that they are unable to move beyond what is visible in the reflections they have entered. Testing is ongoing. Updated Documentation Name: Cameron Jum (AEP-2876) Security Clearance: Level 1 Occupation: Field Agent in-training - Covert Exploration/Investigation Division (Former Junior Researcher) Location: Site-228 Profile: Following standard anomalous employee procedures, Cameron Jum is not permitted to leave Site-228 outside of training or for emergency purposes. Current testing of Cameron Jum's anomalous properties focuses on their interaction with augmented reflective surfaces, such as curved and broken mirrors. Despite previous difficulties regarding their mental health, Jum has improved significantly since transferal to field agent training. Cameron Jum History: Employed as a junior researcher for three years prior to manifestation of anomalous properties relating to SCP-6782 (See attached file). Since the apparent “death” of their former reflection, Cameron Jum has displayed increased confidence and enthusiasm despite their employment restrictions since re-classification as a contained anomalous entity. Cameron Jum (As seen within a reflective surface) Jum was approved for transferal following physiological/physical evaluation and a five month testing period of their anomalous properties. Results displayed negative for any abnormal physiological issues in exception to heightened anxiety and low self-esteem. Notes: Training is currently underway. As well as standard field agent training, Jum is undergoing additional training for the management of their anomalous abilities for adapting in a chiral environment. Any documentation intended for Cameron should include an additional copy printed asymmetrically for ease of reading if passage through a reflective surfaces is required. Cameron is unable to perceive their own appearance due to their lack of a reflection; other personnel should be courteous and supportive if asked by Cameron about their appearance. An electric razor has been granted to allow ease when shaving, as to avoid facial scarring.

SCP-6783

neutralized

Item #: SCP-6783 Special Containment Procedures: Any archaeological discoveries pertaining to SCP-6783 are to be retrieved and replaced with falsified documentation about the time period of the Proterozoic Era. Evolutionary changes in Archaeological Site-101 are to be documented immediately. Any documents retrieved that relate or originate from SCP-6783 are to be studied and archived for any further knowledge of the nature of the anomaly. Anyone who discovers the true nature of SCP-6783 is to be administered Class-A Amnestics and their discoveries are either to be archived or destroyed to prevent any further containment breaches. Description: SCP-6783 is a series of notes from an unknown time traveler who appeared to have accidentally been transported approximately 1.8 billion years in the past to the Proterozoic Era.1 Notes from SCP-6783 document the time traveler’s experience and discoveries while in the Boring Billion. And remnants of the anomalous temporal device have been retrieved and are being studied to determine its origin in both manufacturing and time period. While remnants of the device have been retrieved, approximately only 46% of it has been determined to be in custody. Foundation archaeologists are presently still locating the remaining pieces of the time machine, and the possible operator of the device. Addendum-1: After further anomalous temporal examination, the area where SCP-6783 was discovered seems to have its own anomalous temporal or evolutionary properties. Research into whether or not the temporal device has anything to do with it is ongoing. It should be noted that during the Proterozoic Era, no trees or animals were present. However, evidence shows flora and fauna appearing within the range of SCP-6783. The anomalous “Evolution Space” dubbed by Foundation researchers caused biological evolution to rapidly progress. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/6783 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6783 [INPUT LEVEL 4/6783 SECURITY CREDENTIALS]. [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] Item #: SCP-6783 Special Containment Procedures: Above all else: Dr. Evelyn Moore is to never view this document under any circumstances. If Dr. Moore does discover the true nature of SCP-6783, she is to be administered Class B amnestics to remove all details of SCP-6783. This particular procedure is only relevant until ██/██/████ when she is determined to vanish. All and any unauthorized documentations of the true nature of SCP-6783 are to be replaced with falsified information like the false document above. If Dr. Moore requests access to SCP-6783, she is to be given the false document. Discoveries about the true nature of the “Boring Billion” are to be replaced with false information and researchers that took part in the discovery are to be administered Class B amnestics. Research into other temporal anomalies similar to SCP-6783 is currently being conducted. Developments for a meme to persuade viewers of SCP-6783 not to view the document are currently in progress. Description: SCP-6783 is a series of notes from Foundation researcher Dr. Evelyn Moore, designated SCP-6783-1, from approximately 1.8 billion years ago. This has been confirmed by anachronistic anomalies that have landed in Foundation custody. Evelyn Moore, as of the moment compiling this information is a Level 3 researcher and part of Project: Centureic, an effort to develop a viable way of temporal transportation through anomalous means and without the negative side effects. Project: Centureic has been designated as SCP-6783-2. According to information from SCP-6783, precisely on ███████ ██/██/████, Dr. Moore will be the victim of a temporal anomaly while working on Project: Centureic and be transported to the Proterozoic Era. Further examination suggests that SCP-6783-2’s anomalous qualities had completely halted biological evolution for approximately 1 billion years when first landing. Furthermore, it seemed to have dramatically slowed or stopped Dr. Moore’s aging process altogether. Ongoing searches for SCP-6783-1’s notes are in progress. So far, approximately 67% of the notes have been retrieved and the majority redacted for present Dr. Moore’s sake. Addendum-1: An incident report appeared on the desk of Dr. █████, head of Project: Centureic, containing information of the incident that would be Dr. Moore’s fate. The report was confirmed to be written by Dr. █████, however, they don’t recall writing it. Incident Report 6783-1: On ██:██, ██/██/████ Spacetime anomaly appeared in the testing chamber of Project: Centureic upon activation of the device. SCP-6783-1 along with the device was engulfed in the spacetime anomaly. Dr. Moore is presumed dead. Notes: Presumably the anachronistic copy of the incident report was sent back in time to Dr. █████’s desk during the incident. Addendum-2: During an archaeological dig at [REDACTED], a notebook with the Foundation insignia on the front cover was discovered and contents were salvaged for examination. Many of the pages were unintelligible and unreadable presumably because of either age or erosion over the course of its burial. Carbon dating and anomalous temporal examination date it to 1.8 billion years ago. Archaeological Site-101 was established in the area where SCP-6783 was discovered. + Access SCP-6783 Logs - Accessing SCP-6783 Log-1: This is Dr. Evelyn Moore, I am a Level 4 researcher for the SCP Foundation and stationed at Site-██. If you’re reading this, then you’ve either rescued me and are going to document the incident of what I can only assume is some sort of spacetime anomaly. Or you’re reading these in the future and I’m dead. Let’s hope it’s the former. I’m writing to whoever reads this that Project: Centureic was an unfortunate failure and when the time comes, no pun intended, that you can stop me from going through. I sure hope you do, and that my husband will be able to see me again and vice versa. I haven’t exactly pinpointed my location yet, or even when I am, it’s definitely before the Foundation. Way before, there’s nothing but an open field here along with trees and a mountain range I can see in the distance. Project: Centureic is busted at the moment, so it can’t tell me the time period I’m in, but I suspect around 100 years ago perhaps, maybe a bit farther. I would say the area is serene enough for me to relax, but I can’t stop thinking about how I’m gonna get back home. I will document whatever I can. I’m gonna try and relax. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-2: This is Dr. Moore, it’s been about a week since I got here and wrote, luckily Project: Centureic is still able to log how long it’s been. Speaking of which, yesterday I managed to do minor repairs on the machine and it’s currently calculating the time period I’m in. It’s taking a long time, kinda getting worried. Another thing to note, I walked around for a couple of days and I haven’t seen any evidence of animals. Life still exists, at least plants do, but I see no sign of fauna around me. It’s quiet I took a sample, and I’m going to try and preserve it in the Time Box. Another thing to note is that I’ve started to call Project: Centureic the “Time Box”, though it would keep my spirits up and make me feel like one of those adventurers that travel through time. I feel like Doctor Who, except more lost. … I’m starting to wonder if they’ll ever find me. I’m gonna take a nap and sleep it off. Luckily the Time Box has enough space inside for it, no mattress or sheets though. It’s gonna be a long night. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-3: Dr. Moore here, still no sign of animals, the silence is unsettling. Come to think of it, I haven’t really “spoken” in about 3 weeks. No point to it since there’s nothing to talk to. I’m worried that I’m eventually gonna go crazy, it’s been so long. I’ve noticed something else while being here, I haven’t felt hunger or thirst while here. I can still eat and drink though, I tried, but I don’t feel like I need to eat. I wonder if the Time Box has anything to do with it, and if it does, I wonder what else it’s affected. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-4: Dr. Moore here, it’s been about two months, I haven’t written in a while. I was trying to get my mind off the situation right now, the machine-finished calculating when I am. According to it, I’m in the Protezoeic Era, basically 1.8 billion years in the past. 1.8 billion years from home. I don’t feel like writing right now. SCP-6783 Log-5: Evelyn here, I walked into the woods and just kinda sat there for a long time. That’s all. SCP-6783 Log-6: This is Evelyn, I walked back to the woods, this time I stayed longer and I think I’ve come to a few conclusions. One thing, apparently my sense of time has been messed up, I was in those woods for a long time apparently. Like REALLY long, I was in there for 5 years. Another thing to note is that I don’t think I’m aging, or I’m just doing it really slow. Something tells me I’m in it for the long haul. Secondly, I remembered something about the Proterozoic Era that my husband Eric told me, that evolution for some reason completely halted and nothing happened for a billion years, hence the Boring Billion. The only form of life would be eukaryotic and prokaryotic cells, which got me thinking. how is there a woods? I need to think for a bit. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-7: Evelyn here, the weirdest thing happened when I woke up. I heard birds. There are no animals I looked outside, and there on one of the trees was a prehistoric-looking bird. [Dr. Moore drew a crude image of the bird onto the page] From what I can ascertain, it’s an archaeopteryx2 , which won’t appear for another billion years or so. So that means either the machine is wrong and I’m not a billion years in the past and are somewhere in the Tithonian era, or something is causing evolution to jumpstart. I’m a scientist, I need to find out. It’s in my blood. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-8: Evelyn here. Okay, I may not have the equipment I had back in the Foundation, but I was also an engineer. I managed to build a makeshift lab using spare parts from the Time Box to analyze what the hell is going here. After some failed experiments and a few accidents, I saw something amazing. After fighting that bird for about an hour for its feather and looking at it closer I saw that its cells were rapidly evolving at an extraordinary rate. Millions of years in a month. I guessed that after I walked into the woods, things were left alone long enough to evolve some more. Oh and speaking of the woods, I took a closer look at one of the trees after cutting it with a makeshift saw for a long time and saw it only had 5 rings. I checked with a few more trees in different areas of the forest and saw the same result. I was in there for five years, so it makes sense why they would have rings, but does that mean that they grew when I landed? I’ll do some more research, Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-9: Okay, it’s been a couple of months since I did a personal entry, some of my research overtook space in the notebook, but I have some discoveries and conclusions to document. It turns out, not only the Time Box is causing things to rapidly evolve, but it also causes them to age quickly. For some reason, not me, but when I went to check on the tree trunk sample again, it had grown 10 rings a day after I brought it in. Not everything around me is affected by the Time Box, I trekked for a bit in a mile or so and found out that when you exit the 1-mile radius, evolution is barely happening at all. Still barren. I concluded that the Time Box has a certain range that can affect evolution and aging. I call this range the “Evolution Space.” I haven’t ascertained how fast it evolves and how strong it gets closer to the Time Box yet, but I have a feeling that it may be a decade every day within the machine. The most depressing conclusion I’ve come to is that, while this is beautiful, I don’t think the Foundation is coming for me. I can’t let that stop me from figuring out all of this. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-10: Dr. Moore here, it’s been a long time since I last wrote. I took a piece of the Time Box, or a part of the main power source with me to do a field test. The heart of the box is a Tachyon Superfluid Drive or TSD. In layman's terms, the TSD manipulates the superfluidity of spacetime to allow rifts in the universe to transport us to timelines. The creation of the TSD was the basis of Project: Centureic, it may have also been a colossal failure due to the fact I was sent back in time and all that. Anyways, I took one of the TSDs with me and trekked far away from the box for a long time. Long enough for me to test its effects on nature. On that note, another anomalous effect the box had on me was apparently my sense of time is warping even more than when I first noticed. What I thought was a few hours, turned out to be a few weeks. Days turn to months and so on. When I came back from my field test, over a decade had passed already. As for the field test, I attached a test log on the next page for you when this book gets recovered. I’ve started to look at the bright side, at least I won’t notice how much time passes. Maybe I can just wait it out. I’m gonna go do some more te- [Dr. Moore suddenly stops writing, a streak from the pencil appears on the page. Supposedly something interrupted her. Testing Logs From SCP-6783: Test A Subject: Acorn from a nearby tree. Procedure: Acorn was buried approximately 5 meters away from TSD Results: In approximately 10 hours, a fully grown tree had been produced. Appearance resembles an ash tree. Analysis: Why the TSD had made it an ash tree when the acorn I harvested was completely different is beyond me. I hypothesize that the “Evolution Space” that the TSD creates also genetically mutates whatever evolves and grows. This implies a myriad of different possibilities. Test B Subject: Angiosperm samples3 Procedure: Placed approximately 1 meter from the TSD Results: Various flowers started to sprout and spread around the TSD, including the flower species Montsechia vidalii in the span of 3 hours Analysis: Angiosperm is how flowers evolve and spread, there were many theories that dinosaurs may have eaten angiosperm and spread it around to evolve it. I think I just created the first flower, which is exciting. Test C Subject: [DATA EXPUNGED] Procedure: Item placed 1 inch from the TSD for [REDACTED] Results: [DATA EXPUNGED] Analysis: Evolution is powerful, and there are some things we shouldn’t mess with. Whatever just happened there took a week to kill and took me another week to recover from its venom. I’m eating its remains tonight. I am never doing that again. On another note, next time I go out for a field test, bring some weapons. Dr. Moore’s Notes: Something had occurred to me while doing tests, the subjects all evolved rapidly when in close proximity to the TSD. So what’s happening to me? I carried this all the way out here, I’m around it all hours of the day and I even slept near it, back in the Time Box too. I wonder if it’s been affecting me as well? Test D Subject: Dr. Evelyn Moore Procedure: Stationed on top of the TSD for several weeks. Results: No changes found Analysis: I’ve determined that whatever caused my anomalous eternal youth is also preventing me from evolving biologically. SCP-6783 Log-11: Dr. Moore here, God that took a long time, sorry about that. For context, while I was gone, one of the animals apparently stuck around for a while and it turned into a dinosaur. I don’t even know how that happened, maybe this Evolution Space is more anomalous than I previously thought. I definitely need more defenses, or at least find a way to stop dinosaurs attacking me. I’m gonna go lie down to recover from the apparent dinosaur assault. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-12: You bastards. You knew. You’ve always known. I don't know how long, and I don’t care, you knew. I woke up like usual and made myself a meal, I didn't need to eat, I just did it so I can have some resemblance to my old life. While I was eating, it clicked in my brain. Something finally made sense. SCP-6783, I’m it aren’t I? “Notes from a billion years ago” all that bullshit, you always knew I was gonna go back huh? That this entire mess would happen. It always confused me whenever I read the SCP-6783 file, why was it so simple? Why was it so important? Now I know, you gave me a fucking fake. Why didn’t you stop me? Did you want this to happen? I can’t believe that the Foundation just sat back and watched as I built the machine that would destroy my life. … I think I get it now, you’re the most powerful organization in the whole world with numbers in the millions. You don’t save lives, you make sure you keep existing even at the cost of your own blood. You secure. You contain. You protect. But when it comes to things like this, you’d watch from afar and see what happens, and make note of it for future use. That’s science. You secure, contain, and protect all you want and there are thousands of us dying to whatever we’re containing and no one else will ever know. We die in the dark, so you can live in the light. I’m done here, Moore signing off. + Testing Logs From SCP-6783 - Accessing Addendum-3: Many of SCP-6783-1’s notes were recovered after her supposed fallout with the Foundation, she seemed to have kept writing in her journal about her findings, perhaps as a way to keep herself sane or for the sake of stimuli. After a certain number of pages, the notes start to get incoherent and nonsensical. It was determined SCP-6783-1 started to write in a cryptogram to hide her research, perhaps as a way to spite the Foundation and impede our research. Options to have present-day SCP-6783-1 decode it has been denied on the precedent that she might become suspicious. Foundation cryptologists were tasked to decode SCP-6783-1's notes, this proved difficult as SCP-6783-1 developed more cryptograms to impede research more. Researchers have been able to decrypt approximately 5% of the recovered instances of SCP-6783. A majority of SCP-6783-1's notes are still encrypted and efforts to decode them are still in effect. Decrypted Testing Logs from SCP-6783: Test E Subject: Two unknown species of fish Procedure: One fish was placed in a container of room temperature water. The other fish was placed in an identical container, but the temperature was drastically lowered using Project: Centureic’s liquid nitrogen cooling system. Both containers were placed approximately 2 meters away from Project: Centureic. Results: The fish in the room temperature water evolved normally and grew to an adult fish in a matter of minutes. The fish in the frigid water aged the same, however, it seemed to have evolved to resist the colder climates after an autopsy. Analysis: Biodiversity wished it could be this good, quick evolution for the fish to adapt to the cold climates without having to go through natural selection. Test F Subject: Nearby tree Procedure: Had animals eat pieces of the leaves and place a TSD 5 meters away while being eaten for approximately 3.4 minutes. Results: The tree had evolved into a Cycas Revoluta. Fauna consuming the tree reduced greatly. Analysis: As expected, the Evolution Space had influenced the tree to evolve into a Cycas Revoluta. Test G Subject: A third fish Procedure: Placed a TSD 1 meter next to it for approximately 10 minutes. Results: The subject grew legs and walked on land Analysis: It’s incredible, I caused the evolution of land animals. It never occurred to me that this would happen. I had to wait a couple of centuries though to make sure I don’t mess anything up, but it’s amazing to think this little guy would become a dinosaur one day. … On that note, I should move the TSD away now. + Further SCP-6783 Logs - Accessing SCP-6783 Log-13: Dr. Moore here, I know what I said, but I came back for a reason. It seems I have been given a responsibility. For context, I examined the area and cellular life outside the Evolution Space and found something disturbing. Most likely when I landed here, evolution had completely stopped. Not just here, but the whole planet. Not only am I the cause of evolution happening, but I also caused the “Boring Billion”. When I landed, the temporal properties must’ve halted the evolutionary line. All life on Earth just stopped growing, I determined that the Evolution Space is a sort of reset zone for the evolutionary halt, but also acts as a speed boost. When something enters the Evolution Space, it negates the effects caused by the Time Box’s initial landing. So that means one thing if life is to exist on Earth, and for humanity to also exist, I need to find a way to expand the Evolution Space and hopefully counteract its negative effects. Don’t think I’m doing this for the Foundation, I’m doing this for my husband, for my family, and all of humanity. You’re just lucky to be a part of it. I still don’t forgive you. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-14: I tried fixing the Time Box’s mobility units, no luck. I also tried attaching animals to it and trying to pull it like a chariot, they evolved and broke free to kill me. I had to kill them first, I may be eternally young, but I don’t think I’m fully immortal. After many other failed attempts, I came up with a different solution. I made makeshift wheels, a pulley system, and placed the Time Box on top of the wheels to make it into a sort of cart. I decided the only way to do my mission is to pull it myself. It’s going to be a long walk… Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-15: Evelyn here, I’m gonna start my expedition soon, but first I should explain the plan. I can’t find any way to remotely reverse the effects Project: Centureic caused. The only plausible way to actually reverse it in my current situation is to expose every square inch of the Earth’s surface to the Evolution Space. The only way to do that is manually, so I made a makeshift cart to put the Time Box in and I’m gonna pull it all over the Earth. It sounds tedious and inefficient, but it’s the best I got. I can’t enlist animals since they’ll rapidly evolve into [DATA EXPUNGED], so it’s up to me. This will be my last entry for a while, I need to keep moving so things don't get out of control. Everything from the landing site is already anomalous enough, we don’t want it to get out of hand. I still don’t forgive the Foundation for what they’ve done, but I hope I can accept your choices. I’ve already accepted I’m stuck here, maybe I can evolve to forgive you. One day. This is Dr. Moore, signing off. + Addendum-4 - Accessing Addendum-4: Foundation archaeologists managed to locate the remnants of SCP-6783-2. 78% of the machinery according to the schematics brought back to the past has been designated as missing or destroyed. No explanation has been given as to why due to the fact the Tachyon Superfluid Drive, now designated SCP-6783-3, was functioning as intended from SCP-6783-1s notes, the degradation of SCP-6783-2 should have lasted the allotted time frame it was in. Additionally, while SCP-6783-1’s notes were found close to SCP-6783-2, the remains of SCP-6783-1’s have yet to be found. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5/6783 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 5/6783 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. + Input Level 5 Credentials - Credentials Accepted Addendum-5: The remnants of Dr. Evelyn Moore were located in █████████, ██████████ with the remains of her notebook that contain more contents of SCP-6783. The last pages detail her final days and what happened to SCP-6783-2. SCP-6783 Log-16: This is Dr. Moore, I don’t know how long it’s been, but all I know is that dinosaurs started appearing everywhere. I guess I did my mission right. I deactivated the TSD so it stops, I’m gonna wait a few thousand years in this cave to make sure evolution is continuing normally. I’ll update you all when I can. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-17: OH MY GOD. THIS IS DR. MOORE, THE DINOSAURS JUST DISAPPEARED. I SWEAR TO YOU, I WOKE UP AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THEY’RE DEAD. There was no meteor, there was no sound, I checked the Time Box, and apparently, I just skipped over 61000 YEARS IN ONE NIGHT. WHAT THE HELL? THEY JUST UP AND VANISHED.4 Why did it have to be me? Why was I the one who had to go back in time? Does the universe despise me so much that I have to witness the birth of nature as a form of punishment? I must’ve been terrible in a past life to deserve this. This is Dr. Moore, going to take a long nap. SCP-6783 Log-18: Dr. Moore here, oh my God, I was walking around after the whole dinosaur thing. I apparently was asleep for a while, and I just spotted some humans near me, primitive and they’re all just corralled in a cave. I think this is a hunter-gatherer society I stumbled upon. Did I cause them? Was I responsible for the evolution of man? This is a little much for me, but I won’t approach them, just in case they accidentally worship me as a god or something and mess up the future. I'm seeing something strange right now as I write this. I’ll get a closer look and get back to you. Dr. Moore signing off for now. SCP-6783 Log-19: Dr. Moore here, I found something incredible, I believe I found SCP-10005 or the first generation of it at least. I’m hiding in the cave right now making sure they don’t see me, but I don’t think they’ve risen to power just yet. They still seem very primitive, I wonder if I can witness them evolve to how the report describes them. I'll need to observe more carefully. … I just came back from observing the instance of SCP-1000, I couldn't stay long because I thought they saw me so I escaped. On the bright side, I can confirm that it is definitely SCP-1000. I noticed that they looked at the primitive humans for a long time before leaving. SCP-1000 never interacted with them and instead just avoided them, almost as if it were scared. I will try to be a lot more careful the next time I spy on SCP-1000. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-20: This is Dr. Moore, it’s been a long time, maybe a thousand years. I just realized that I’ve been saying that a lot nonchalantly, but I’ve had a few close calls with SCP-1000. Every time they come close to the cave, I try to close up the cave with a boulder. I made a pulley system to close the cave entrance using a pull of a vine. I didn’t get a doctorate in engineering just by being decent. This is going to be a temporary home until both the humans and SCP-1000 leave the area. I feel like I’m going to be here for a while. Speaking of which, I studied the behavior of SCP-1000 some more. I found this spot where I could observe them in secret and I noted a few things. Whenever SCP-1000 had a clear line of sight of the primitive humans, it would normally observe them as I do in a secluded area where the humans wouldn't notice. But usually, if a human happens to approach the area SCP-1000 is watching, it would back off and escape. This time was different, an instance of SCP-1000 approached a group of humans, but the humans were the ones who backed off this time. SCP-1000 seemed to have noticed this and continued to pester the humans. Luckily one of the humans approached SCP-1000 and appeared hostile, that's when the instance of SCP-1000 backed off. Something tells me that this won't be the last time SCP-1000 will provoke the humans. I'll document whatever I can. Dr. Moore signing off for now. SCP-6783 Log-21: BAD NEWS This is Dr. Moore, and something terrible happened. I went out to go study the SCP-1000 instances more without being spotted, I wasn’t caught, but when I came back Project: Centureic was missing! I don’t know who stole it, but I have my suspicions. They managed to figure out how to move the door, and I’ve determined that they brought a group to lift the Time Box. If they figure out how to work the TSD, we’re fucked. I need to go find them. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-22: Dr. Moore here, I know the truth now. I knew SCP-1000 stole Project: Centureic, but I know why now. I don’t know if the Foundation knew, something tells me they didn’t until they found my notes, but it's very clear now. It’s been a couple of decades, I managed to track them down. They were using the TSD and the machinery from Project: Centureic to build their society. I hypothesize that the long-term exposure to the now reactivated TSD had evolved their brains to modern human capacities. Once they gained enough intelligence, SCP-1000 managed to reverse engineer the machinery from Project: Centureic and use the Evolution Space produced by it to hyper-evolved the flora and fauna around them to utilize nature as the file described. If I’m recalling correctly, humanity should eradicate them soon. I just need to wait for more. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-23: It’s been a long time, maybe a century, and nothing yet. Maybe It’s a lot later than I thought? SCP-6783 Log-24: Still waiting, I realized I didn’t write much last time since I was just waiting, but I should mention that SCP-1000 has mastered transportation using hyper-evolved animals. Also, a thought occurred. Why would they fence off the humans? Are they zoo animals to them? Are they too scared? Could it be they realize that the device they used to evolve themselves, can also be used to evolve the humans? Do they fear that humans could evolve? Evolve past them? It’s an interesting thought. The Evolution Space is a powerful anomaly, it will eventually run out of power, but by then they would have evolved past it. I also have a hypothesis of why it hasn’t changed them as it did to [DATA EXPUNGED] all those millennia ago. The TSD only has so much power, and a majority was used to fix the mess Project: Centureic made 1 billion years ago. The less power it has, the slower that the Evolution Space affects living things. Eventually, it will run out of power, but they won’t need it anymore. The rate they’re going, they should be beyond modern humans in about a decade. I don’t understand why the humans haven’t done anything yet. … Maybe they need a push, it’s risky, but I have no other choice. SCP-6783 Log-25: I approached a group of the humans in the forest, they seemed scared by my outfit from the future. I tried to reassure them I’m not a threat, but they ran off. This is gonna be difficult. SCP-6783 Log-26: Okay, I managed to convince a smaller group to listen to me in the forest. Side note: I stole some of the tools from SCP-1000, in hopes to teach them how to use them. They don’t speak any languages, but I was able to interpret using gestures and pictures. I’m going to teach them how to use the tools tomorrow. I need to rest for now. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-27: I noticed something when I woke up, my skin was wrinkly. I think time is finally catching up. I don’t know why, but I need to hurry. I’ll be back once I finish teaching them. … I was thinking, the story from SCP-1000 about how humanity revolted. I wonder if I was the cause? Maybe it was best for me to go back. On another note, lessons with the humans are going well, which is good since SCP-1000 had just mastered aerial transportation. Hopefully, I manage to teach them enough before time catches up with me. Dr. Moore signing off. SCP-6783 Log-???: This is Dr. Moore’s final message. The humans have started to teach each other. Soon they’re going to be able to revolt and cause an SK-Class-Dominance-Shift-Scenario. As for me, I’m barely able to write, my skin is becoming grey and wrinkly. My hands are bony, my hair is white. I can feel the ages catching up to me, why it just started I have no idea, but I had enough time to help humans. Before I die, I want to get a few things out there. Eric my love, I’m sorry. Our time was short, but it was for the best. I hope when I’m gone, you move on and find love again. Dr. █████, the head of Project: Centureic, thank you for being one of my best friends in the Foundation. Try not to get killed out there. As for the SCP Foundation. I forgive you all. I can die knowing why this happened. Make sure I never find out the true nature of SCP-6783 until my time comes. No matter what I say, she will eventually be at peace with her destiny. I can die peacefully in the dark, knowing that humanity can live in the light. I’m sorry. Dr. Evelyn Moore, signing off for the last time. Addendum-5: Many of SCP-6783-1's notes have been determined to be missing. The notes on how Dr. Moore was able to teach the primitive humans, further tests, and further experiences in the past have either not been recovered or have been archived elsewhere from this document. Missing instances of SCP-6783 are currently being searched for. Finding new notes might shed some light on the nature of SCP-6783 and the experiences Dr. Moore had during the time she had been trapped in the past. It may also reveal where the missing parts of SCP-6783-2 may be located, in hopes for the Foundation to salvage to possibly rebuild the device at a later date. The capabilities of SCP-6783-3 in producing the "Evolution Space" may be reverse-engineered to aid the Foundation in some way. Though rudimentary in evolving living things, a way to refine it may be possible. One note was found sometime after Dr. Moore's final message to the future: "The flowers are blooming Eric, they look beautiful" + Final Addendum - Accessing Addendum-6: The recovered cadaver of Evelyn Moore is to be preserved in Archaeological Site-101 and kept hidden away from present Dr. Moore. A false missing person case is to be fabricated in the event of present Dr. Moore's eventual disappearance. The future corpse will be relocated to a nearby area of Dr. Moore's residence to be given a proper burial. Message from O5-6 SCP-6783 SCP-6783 is unique. It is the fact we know the fate of Evelyn Moore, and we must keep it a secret from her. If it seems unethical to keep her in the dark, you must remember what is at stake. If Dr. Moore does not go back in time, she can never help humanity become the dominant species. To ensure our existence, we must cast aside the sympathy for her and let nature take its course. Remember what she sacrificed for us, for humanity. She died in the dark, so we can live in the light. — O5-6 Footnotes 1. referred to as “The Boring Billion” 2. a genus of bird-like dinosaurs. 3. plural noun: angiosperms a plant that has flowers and produces seeds enclosed within a carpel. The angiosperms are a large group and include herbaceous plants, shrubs, grasses, and most trees. 4. A SCP-3252 event 5. 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SCP-6784

euclid

Item#: 6784 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6784 in its inactive state. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6784's properties do not allow it to be relocated, containment is focused on securing a 75m x 75m perimeter around the affected area. The perimeter must be maintained by at least two Level Three (3) Security personnel. Security personnel are to discourage unauthorized access with claims that the property is condemned. All Foundation personnel stationed at SCP-6784 are required to have never owned a pet under the genus Canis, including domesticated dogs, during their childhood. All SCP-6784-A instances are to be terminated by onsite Mobile Task Force operatives to prevent the memetic effects of said instances. In the case of exposure to the memetic effects of SCP-6784-A, exposed personnel must be admitted to Foundation Medical personnel for a full psychiatric evaluation before being cleared to return to duty. In the case of a movement of SCP-6784, Mobile Task Force Delta-91 “Dog Sitters” is to deploy to locate the new instance of SCP-6784. Mobile Task Force Delta-91 “Dog Sitters'' is a small MTF designated to contain SCP-6784, as well as instances of SCP-6784-A. Members of MTF Delta-91 are to be equipped with suppressed weapons, as well as small yield fragmentation grenades used to trigger an emergency shift of SCP-6784. In the event of civilians breaching the containment perimeter, task force operatives are to detain individuals and alert the Site-8 command for further instructions. Mobile Task Force operatives stationed on-site are encouraged to attend monthly group therapy and counseling sessions by Foundation Medical personnel. Description: SCP-6784 is a 1m x 1.5m x 1m doghouse currently located in northern Wyoming. The doghouse appears to be homemade, with black and white paint that is well worn. If SCP-6784 is approached by any living human who possessed a pet canine during their adolescence, an instance of SCP-6784-A will manifest from the opening of SCP-6784. All instances of SCP-6784-A should be considered a memetic hazard and must be terminated on sight, as those under the effect of SCP-6784-A will become aggressively defensive of the instance, displaying signs of extreme devotion and guilt. In 95% of observed cases, SCP-6784-A instances exit SCP-6784 only when an individual who cared for a pet canine is in the vicinity. SCP-6784-A instances appear as domestic dogs in various states of postmortem decay. Interviews with affected individuals suggest that these manifestations take the appearance of pets that perished while under the care of the interviewee. However, when asked to describe SCP-6784-A, all individuals insisted that these instances appeared to be in good health. SCP-6784-A manifestations begin to deteriorate into a vapor consisting primarily of carbon dioxide, euphoriants, and [REDACTED] after termination. Instances will completely decay within 12 to 32 hours, therefore no corpse disposal is needed onsite. Autopsies of terminated SCP-6784-A corpses revealed large populations of [DATA EXPUNGED], leading to the theory that SCP-6784 is able to strengthen its unusual properties by converting emotional energy into a fuel source. Following this discovery, all testing proposals must be submitted to the Ethics Committee for approval. Despite the Foundation's best efforts, attempts to move SCP-6784 into containment at Site-8 have failed, as any man-made disturbances to SCP-6784 or the land within 1m around the SCP will cause the anomaly to shift. When this occurs, the structure will collapse and re-materialize in an area within a 250km radius. If this should occur, MTF Delta-91 “Dog Sitters” are to locate and secure SCP-6784. Note that any natural events, such as heavy rain or wind, will not cause re-materialization unless it poses a threat to the structural integrity of the object. Discovery Log: 6784-DL-A The anomaly was discovered by Foundation agents on 5/17/2016 after local law enforcement was notified of deceased pets returning home. Embedded Foundation agents within ███████ County Police Department took notice and prompted an investigation. The investigation led the agents to an abandoned house, located in northern █████, where SCP-6784 was discovered to be the source of the disturbance. The house and the surrounding area were purchased by a Foundation shell company posing as a real estate agency. Addendum 6784-24-C1: Testing to observe the memetic effects of SCP-6784-A instances was approved by Site-8 administration and the Ethics Committee. Test 6784-EE-14 Subject: D-78031 Procedure: One (1) minute of exposure to SCP-6784-A. Results: Following one (1) minute of exposure to SCP-6784-A's effects, the subject was removed from the instance without incident, though with minor difficulty. The instance was swiftly terminated, to the dismay of the subject. No observable short-term effects were discovered following the test. D-78031 was released back to Site-8 custody, after an extensive psychiatric evaluation. Subject: D-59471 Procedure: Five (5) minutes of exposure to SCP-6784-A. Results: Following five (5) minutes of exposure to SCP-6784-A's effects, security attempted to remove the subject from SCP-6784-A. Removal attempts were met with minor resistance. When finally removed, D-59471 showed signs of separation anxiety and paranoia. These effects ceased 20 minutes after the termination of the instance. D-78031 was kept in Site-8's psychiatric wing for 24 hours following the test, and no short-term effects were observed during this period. Subject: D-32154 Procedure: Ten (10) minutes of exposure to SCP-6784-A. Results: Following ten (10) minutes of exposure to SCP-6784-A's effects, security's attempts to remove D-32154 from the instance were met with elevated levels of resistance, which resulted in the injury of a single on-site security personnel. D-32154 was briefly incapacitated. Due to the violent reaction from this test, Researcher █████ requested to speak to D-32154. The request was granted by Dr. Hughes. Below is a transcript of Researcher █████'s interview with the subject. Subject: D-37410 Procedure: Thirty (30) minutes of exposure to SCP-6784-A. Results: Following thirty (30) minutes of exposure to SCP-6784-A's effects, attempts to remove the subject from the instance were met with extreme violence. Removal attempts resulted in the injuries of 3 on-site security personnel, as well as Jr. Researcher ███. D-37410 was terminated after throwing themselves in front of the instance as on-site security attempted to terminate the instance of SCP-6784-A. Subject: [REDACTED] Procedure: One (1) hour of exposure to SCP-6784-A. Results: [REDACTED]. Personnel with clearance level 4/6784 may view Incident Log ████-01. After this disaster of a test, the Ethics Committee has ordered all testing on 6784 to cease. We don't need to be wasting D-Class on this. -O5-6 Below is an interview with one of the subjects exposed to the effects of SCP-6784-A. Test 6784-EE-14 - Subject D-32154 D-32154 enters the interview room. Since exposure to SCP-6784-A, the subject has shown behavior that suggests a severely depressed mood D-32154: inaudible speech is recorded while the subject sits down across from Researcher █████ Researcher █████: D-32154, thank you for agreeing to talk to me. I understand your recent test with the doghouse has affected your emotional well-being and I hope talking to someone will help you. There is a brief silence before Researcher █████ speaks again Researcher █████: D-32154, can you explain to me what you saw? D-32154: My boy, doc. My best friend Otie. I miss him so much. I somehow always knew I would see him again. Researcher █████: Otie, that was your pet dog as a kid, wasn’t it? You mentioned that during your test briefing. Could you describe how Otie looked when he exited the doghouse? D-32154: Uh, wiry black hair with his big white paws. He was so happy to see me again doc, I don’t think I ever saw that tail wag so much! Otie looked like his old self, before my dad, uh… Researcher █████: D-32154, do you mind sharing with me how you felt when you saw Otie again? D-32154: Love, and anger. Otie was taken from me, doc, and you [EXPLETIVE DELETED] ripped him away from me again! Is he still at the doghouse? What do I have to do for you to go back to him? Anything, please, I need to be with him again. Please. Y’all are no better than my [EXPLETIVE DELETED] dad. D-32154’s crying escalates into incoherency. Researcher █████ decides to end the interview after several questions were ignored. Following this interview, D-32154 was transferred to Site-8's psychiatric wing for 72 hours. Short-term effects, such as depression, and anxiety were observed. No long-term effects have been observed as of writing.

SCP-6785

euclid

Item #: SCP-6785 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6785-1, -2, and -3 are kept at separate sites, in order to reduce cross-object contamination. SCP-6785-1 is kept in a humanoid containment cell at Site-19, modified to use reinforced concrete furnishings. SCP-6785-1 currently believes it is in a hospital where personnel are trying to repair it; this delusion is to be sustained for as long as possible. SCP-6785-1 does not appear to require food, water, entertainment, or exercise. However, by order of the Ethics Committee, SCP-6785-1 is to be provided with a rotating library of magazines and novels, even if it does not peruse them. Before assigning new personnel, they are to be exposed to SCP-6785-1 from behind reinforced plexiglass. If SCP-6785-1 exhibits a negative reaction, personnel should not be assigned. SCP-6785-2 is stored in a standard Safe-class containment locker at Site-21. Standard biological, memetic, and physical-action measures are to be put in place to prevent unauthorized usage. Usage is prohibited outside of extenuating circumstances, until more fuel can be successfully synthesized for SCP-6785-2. SCP-6785-3 has been disguised by constructing a Chinese restaurant over its entrance. The entrance is to be padlocked to prevent unauthorized access. A camera feed is to record the displays of SCP-6785-3 in order to monitor for deviations. The bottom-middle monitor is to be covered with an opaque curtain unless otherwise necessary for testing purposes. Description: SCP-6785 is an umbrella designation for a collection of anomalies related to a "War on Combustion" in the past, fought by unknown entities. No other references to a "War on Combustion" have yet to be found in any media, anomalous or otherwise. SCP-6785-1 outwardly consists of a spherical metal shell, attached to two small turbine engines1 that are its primary mode of transportation. The front of SCP-6785-1 consists of an opaque glass dome containing several sensors. As accessible by a back panel, the interior of SCP-6785-1 contains a large mound of assorted organic tissue, attached via implants to wiring controlling the rest of the machine. DNA tests indicate this flesh is human and belongs to no known person. SCP-6785-1 is sapient, and interactions with it depend on the results of an initial "scan" it performs on humans. In 40% of cases, SCP-6785-1 will interact with the subject peacefully, in a manner similar to that of a military official. In some cases, SCP-6785-1 will even act as if the subject is its commanding officer. In 60% of cases, SCP-6785-1 will become hostile. It first attempts to activate some kind of weapon, which a stub at SCP-6785-1's bottom hemisphere indicates has broken off. Once this approach fails, it will then activate its turbines and attempt to launch itself at the subject in order to induce blunt-force trauma. The being inside of SCP-6785-1 secretes a yellow substance, similar in composition to gasoline, which is collected and appears to act as fuel. SCP-6785-1 contains a full human brain, although parts of it appear to have been bludgeoned with a blunt instrument. + SCP-6785-1 Interview Log - SCP-6785-1 Interview Log INTERVIEW LOG Interviewer: Dr. Jonas Interviewee: SCP-6785-1 <Begin Log> Dr. Jonas: Hello, corporal. I need to ask you some questions. SCP-6785-1: Yes, sir! Ask away, sir! Dr. Jonas: At ease, corporal. What are your current orders? SCP-6785-1: Affirmative, sir. My orders are to monitor Anti-Combustors from outer space, and eliminate potential threats. Dr. Jonas: Anti-Combustors? SCP-6785-1: The enemy, sir! Dr. Jonas: Did any other soldiers accompany you on this mission? SCP-6785-1: Yes, sir! However, I was struck by a surface-to-air harpoon and sent into space. Dr. Jonas: A harpoon? SCP-6785-1: Affirmative, sir. The Anti-Combustor weapon of choice. Information regarding our operations were leaked to the enemy. Dr. Jonas: Tell me more about the enemy. SCP-6785-1: They're the very embodiment of evil, sir! Dr. Jonas: …yes, but who are they? SCP-6785-1: They want to take away our children and eat their livers! They want to pollute the oceans and endanger the panda! They want to blow up Sacramento and build a slaughterhouse on the ruins! They'll take— Dr. Jonas: I know, I know, I know. But who are they? SCP-6785-1: They're Anti-Combustors, sir! Dr. Jonas: I— okay. Thanks for meeting with me. SCP-6785-1: Before you leave, sir, I must warn you. There are Anti-Combustors in this very facility. They're here to spy on us. Dr. Jonas: Thanks for the heads up. <End Log> - SCP-6785-1 Interview Log SCP-6785-2 is a gun-like instrument consisting of a spherical core, a two-meter long barrel, and a trigger. It is composed of the same alloy of SCP-6785-1's outer shell. The core opens to reveal a fuel canister that, upon recovery, contained approximately 300 milliliters of green liquid. When the trigger of SCP-6785-2 is pulled, it fires a red laser out of its barrel. For 57% of tested entities, this laser is completely harmless. However, the limbs of the remaining 43% of tested entities will immediately be severed on contact with the laser. The wounds produced by SCP-6785-2 do not bleed and are cauterized. Every time SCP-6785-2 is fired, approximately 10 mL of liquid disappears from its fuel container. It is of note that every human that SCP-6785-2 dismembers triggered a negative reaction from SCP-6785-1; however, humans who are not dismembered by SCP-6785-2 may still be the subject of negative reactions from SCP-6785-1. The fuel substance appears to be a mixture of the compounds secreted by SCP-6785-1, electrolytes, and several unidentified compounds consisting of heavy isotopes not normally stable. Attempts to synthesize this liquid have thus far failed. + SCP-6785-2 Testing Log - SCP-6785-2 Testing Log Test Subject Results D-2A51 — Arrested for attempted first degree murder No noticeable effect D-2A77 — Arrested for conspiracy to commit domestic terrorism Appendages disconnected from body D-2C9E — Sentenced to death for crimes against humanity No noticeable effect D-2CA0 — Sentenced to death for crimes against humanity Appendages disconnected from body D-2DD4 — Arrested for arson Appendages disconnected from body Rsr. Owens2 Appendages disconnected from body - SCP-6785-2 Testing Log SCP-6785-3 is a computer terminal contained in a reinforced bunker underneath Elko, Nevada. SCP-6785-3 consists of six monitors, a keyboard, a microphone, two sets of speakers, and a radio transmitter. Thus far, no inputs into the keyboard nor the microphone have had any visible effect on SCP-6785-3. The six monitors of SCP-6785-3 constantly broadcast a variety of content. Top-Left: A bird's-eye view of a specific human subject, in monochrome coloring. Upon Foundation discovery, the subject of interest was retired Colonel Eric Williams3. Following his death in 2017, the display now follows high school student Roger Wiley. Both subjects elicited a hostile reaction from SCP-6785-1. Top-Middle: Records a specific area of the ocean in full color. Flotsam is observed to occasionally float into view. Attempts to determine this area's exact location have been inconclusive. Top-Right: Cuts between ongoing conversations between two or more people in full color. Most of these conversations appear to be innocuous. Both speakers play audio from these conversations. It is unknown how SCP-6785-3 acquires this footage. Bottom-Left: Upon recovery, this monitor played a variety of space telescope footage from around the globe. However, at 300 hours PST on November 12th 2016, this display suddenly shut off and has not been turned back on. Bottom-Middle: Was found smashed upon recovery. When reconstructed, it displayed a series of cognitohazardous images that caused the viewer to believe that they had been impaled by a large harpoon. As the brain believed that it had lost most of its blood due to the harpooning, this usually resulted in the subject's death. Bottom-Right: Footage from a variety of sporting events and civilian military leaks in full color. The transmitter emits radio waves containing a British male voice with a lisp describing the events that occur in the footage. + SCP-6785-3 Radio Transmission on 2016/11/13 - SCP-6785-3 Radio Transmission on 2016/11/13 RADIO TRANSCRIPT <Begin Log> <Display 6 is currently showing footage from the 1996 game between the New York Yankees and the Minnesota Twins. Mariano Duncan is up to bat.> British Voice: Mariano Duncan is up to bat. He swings… ooh, another miss. Tsk tsk. What a tragedy. <Duncan hits the ball before running to first base. This allows Bernie Williams to cross the home plate and score a point for the Yankees.> British Voice: He turned it around though, in the end. That's a life lesson for the viewer. There's always a chance to redeem yourself, no matter what you've done. <Display 6 switches to footage from an unidentified desert village. Nothing is visible except for the sky and several buildings. An American F-16 Fighting Falcon flies over the village and drops several bombs, obliterating the village.> British Voice: What was once Caesar's is rendered unto Caesar, like the Combustors turning their world to glass. It's what all authoritarians want, in the end. The easiest kingdom to rule over is a kingdom of smoke. <Display 6 switches to demolition footage of a Manhattan apartment building.> British Voice: What do they build there, I wonder. The Combustors always built their great pikes of light in the dust of creation. Who, perhaps, were we more justified in killing? UNKNOWN4: Why do you bother with the harpoons, then, if you're so justified in ending their life right then and there? British Voice: Because we need to have a sense of humor, ma'am. Otherwise, we're the bad guys. <End Log> - SCP-6785-3 Radio Transmission on 2016/11/13 Discovery: SCP-6785-1 was originally discovered in deep space by the Foundation ARTEMIS space probe in 1951, in between the orbits of Jupiter and Saturn. After examining ARTEMIS, SCP-6785-1 flew to Earth, arriving in 1987. At this point, the Foundation had been tracking its flight and intercepted it on arrival. SCP-6785-2 was recovered after an assailant broke into Site-01 and attempted to use it on the former O5-7 on November 17th, 1962. O5-7's limbs were severed by the device. The assailant was later identified as one Stephen Buchanan, a Scottish assassin with unknown motives. Buchanan was later found dead in Venice, fused to the wall of his hotel room by his flesh. The only object on Buchanan's person was a notebook containing an address, which led to the building that contained the entrance to SCP-6785-3. + [Level 3 Clearance Required] - SCP-6785-3 Video Transcript on 2019/12/07 VIDEO TRANSCRIPT <Begin Log> <Display 3 switches to show two aging men sitting on a bench. The man on the left is identified as Tomislav Nikolić, the former president of Serbia. The man on the right is unidentified.> Nikolić: How long's it been since it happened? UNKNOWN: "It?" You're going to have to clarify. Nikolić: The War on… damn it. UNKNOWN: The War on Combustion. It's a distant memory to me as well. Nikolić: It still sickens me. How many young men did we send to the grave? UNKNOWN: Was there ever a final figure? I knew it had to be in the millions, but it ended before anyone could be sure. Nikolić: That's why they erased it. At least, I think it is. <Silence.> Nikolić: "The War on Combustion"? It sounds so silly now. <Silence.> Nikolić: It's funny, I can't even remember. What did we fight that bloody war over? UNKNOWN: You know, I don't have the slightest idea. Nikolić: That means the amnestics are doing their job, right? UNKNOWN: I guess they are. Nikolić: Are you ready for tea later? It just seems appropriate. <End Log> - SCP-6785-3 Video Transcript on 2019/12/07 Footnotes 1. It has been determined that a more intrusive analysis of these engines would likely kill SCP-6785-1. 2. Test was unintentional. During a containment breach of SCP-3095, SCP-2785 escaped from his containment chamber and became convinced that the site was engaged in a game of Cops and Robbers. 3. Interrogation produced no useful information on SCP-6785. 4. This is the first and only time in the recorded history of SCP-6785-3 that another voice spoke alongside the main voice. 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SCP-6786

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Come watch this carefully curated cultured carnage of nature nixing nuisances!  close Info X SCP-6786: Author: Arclund ⚠️ Content warning: Physical Violence, Gore Item#: SCP-6786 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation AICs are to keep a running identification algorithm for any mention of SCP-6786 across the infosphere, namely targeting shadow directories, private chatrooms, and Discord servers. The location of an SCP-6786 copy is to be sent to MTF-KAPPA-43 for immediate retrieval and destruction of said instance alongside the amnestization of its former owner. A copy of SCP-6786 is stored within a flash drive in a secure containment locker within the archives of Site-43. Attempts to contain pirated and backroom copies of the program continue. Description: SCP-6786 is a limited-run documentary series, entitled Invasive Nature, produced by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media (GOI-5889). The series focuses on the effects of humans on animal life and ecosystems, particularly those of an anomalous nature. SCP-6786 comprises four episodes focusing on varying locations, each approximately an hour long. SCP-6786-1 is the classification of SCP-6786's "Narrator." They resemble a human male dressed in a white shirt, khaki shorts and vest, hiking boots, and an oversized camping backpack across their shoulders. Their facial features change between each episode, resembling various known avian life forms. Their mouth does not move when speaking, but the range of eye movement and microexpressions have concluded that it is not a mask. SCP-6786 contains a memetic compulsion that grows as the subject watches the documentary. It seeds the individual's mind with support for environmentally focused governmental policies, anger at large companies' exploitation of natural environments/climate change denial, and finally, support and abetting of eco-terrorism. Secondly, SCP-6786 alters the area where the observer resides, with the area of effect expanding compared to how long the media is observed. The radius extends up to thirty-five kilometers if SCP-6786 is watched to completion. Sightings of entities colloquially classified as "cryptids" incrementally increase afterward. This effect is ongoing and has yet to have an observed plateau. The most significant increase in sightings in the shortest amount of time caused by SCP-6786 interference was 230 recorded calls to local police in under an hour in ███████, Oregon. MTF-Gamma-4 investigated and discovered that the sightings were not a memetic effect but an increase in anomalous species within the region. Containment attempts are ongoing. Discovery: SCP-6786 was first discovered following its appearance on the streaming platform Netflix on July 20th, 2024, before it proliferated to other streaming platforms. The Foundation was first made aware of the object when riots broke out in several towns with major oil, natural gas, or coal refineries present, coinciding with increased online and radio chatter involving sightings of anomalous entities on July 24th. Addendum 6786-1: Introduction The video opens with a figure dressed in a white shirt, khaki shorts and vest, hiking boots, and an oversized camping backpack across their shoulders. Their face resembles that of an owl. They stand in the middle of a dry creek bed, fallen trees splaying out behind them. The faint sound of chainsaws and motors can be heard in the distance. SCP-6786-1 : Nature. Beautiful, isn't she? A tree falls in the background. SCP-6786-1 : Idyllic. Peaceful. An excavator can be seen moving in the background. The word "Primera" can faintly be seen on the side. SCP-6786-1: Silently crying out for retribution against those who bleed her dry. More sounds of falling trees punctuate their sentence. SCP-6786-1: Nature exists in a careful balance, with lynchpins and complex webs intermingling to craft the living, beating heart of the biosphere. They turn so they appear to be looking back at the ongoing deforestation behind them. SCP-6786-1: Seems like she's in need of a triple bypass, don't you think? They laugh and turn back to the camera. SCP-6786-1: This four-part series will focus on a number of animal species attempting to make their way in this chaotic and changing world. It will examine the effects of environmental devastation, invasive species, and climate change and how they're doing their best to adapt to the shifting circumstances. Something massive barrels out of the woods in the distance and batters the excavator to the ground. The camera zooms in on the entity as it roars, bringing its full weight down on the machine. A titanic, almost cartoonishly proportioned hybrid moose and gorilla creature bellows at the sky as it moves to assault another piece of construction equipment. SCP-6786-1: What a beauty. More begin to appear out of the forest, racing into the wider logging encampment. SCP-6786-1: Looks like they're coming out to meet the new neighbors. I can't imagine they talked to the HOA about these renovations. A crane is seized by three of the entities and sent careening through a small building. SCP-6786-1: Let's hope there isn't anything flam- The building explodes in flames. SCP-6786-1: Oop! People can be seen scattering from the scene as smaller, possibly infant versions of the entities chase after them and poke them with sticks. In contrast, the larger entities begin dancing around the flaming building. SCP-6786-1: Oh, a family BBQ! How nice! They just had to clear out the little bugaboos. What was I…. Right! Invasive Species, who need them? They get everywhere, wreck everything, and steal your Postmates when your back is turned! So come watch this carefully curated cultured carnage of nature nixing nuisances! Excerpts from each episode have been transcribed below. Episode 3 is undergoing redaction due to momentary depictions of highly classified materials. Addendum 6786-2: Episode Excerpts Episode 1 Title Page Date: 03/20/2024 [VIDEO BEGINS] The video opens with a wide shot of the Toledo Zoo. SCP-6786-1's face resembles that of a peacock The SCP-6786-1: You might be wondering, after that riveting opening speaking about the beautiful and embattled nature of well nature, why we are starting in a zoo in Ohio of all places. Well, there could be multiple answers, like draconian laws or Cincinnati chili! But you'd be wrong to think that friend. They reach up and apparently pat the camera. A clattering sound echoes from off-screen, and the camera refocuses on five shadowed figures moving toward the outer wall of the zoo. SCP-6786-1: We're here because zoos the world over have become the territory of a new and dangerously stupid invasive species. The camera changes angle suddenly, and it now follows five figures dressed in black, their faces either covered in camo paint or ski masks. SCP-6786-1: This small pack is part of what we most often call "Anti-Zooers." While it is true that Antis are far from a new phenomenon within the human condition, let alone this particular breed, with the shifting climate, they have grown emboldened, proliferating much more openly. Personally, I blame school lunches. The lead turns around, looking directly into the camera for a second, but is not able to notice it. Lead Anti: Are you ready to be legends, brothers and sisters? The others nod. Lead Anti: Right, who has the rope? The others look at each other and back in confusion. SCP-6786-1: As I said, emboldened yet far from enlightened. They certainly smell like they've been trying to get there, though. Lead Anti: Guys? Female Anti: I thought you were supposed to bring it, Jeremy. The leader, Jeremy, sputters. Jeremy: No, Mara. I allocated tasks to-did none of you look at the chore board? The rest shrug and shake their heads. He also pauses and looks back at Mara, specifically her shirt. Jeremy: Why are you wearing that? The camera zooms in, showing a "Primera TV" logo on her shirt. Mara: To… represent the c- Jeremy shakes his head violently, and she stops talking, drawing confused glances from the rest of the assembled Anti-Zoo members. Jeremy: To besmirch the name of our enemies with our good works—right, right. It slipped my mind. He leans into her and whispers. Jeremy: We're gonna talk about this later. Mara: I- Jeremy: Anyway, no one brought a rope? They all shake their heads again. Jeremy: Way to go, guys. You did a really great job. There was supposed to be this big mystery about—let's just hop the turnstiles. Ben's probably already lit the fuses by now. The Antis follow after him, moving towards the main gate leading into the zoo, but the one at the back speaks up. Last Anti: What about cameras? Also, shouldn't we not be saying our real names or something? Jeremy: We have nothing to hide, Phil. Our cause is righteous! The others nod, pump their fists, and follow after Jeremy without further questioning. The camera zooms in on Phil's face. Phil: But we're wearing masks. SCP-6786-1: Like lemmings, so the erroneous saying goes, they follow the leader towards a likely five-to-nine in a penitentiary. But one may have his wits about him. I think… he is here after all. They approach the turnstiles, crouching low to the ground, and the camera pans up to view a security camera looking right down at them. Jeremy: Hold! The others freeze suddenly, some numbing into the others. SCP-6786-1: Stealth does not come naturally to them. They are more used to being vocal, bellowing their truths into the uncaring air, awaiting an answer from those they know believe as they do. Rarely do they congregate in groups this large, in reality. Online is their true domain. Again, the smell is very telling. They wait in silence, some looking directly into the camera and not noticing it, while others anxiously tap their hands together/rub them on their pants. Mara: What's taking so long? Someone is going to see us. Jeremy: This sort of thing takes time; trust Ben, he's a pyrotechnics expert. Phil: He works at carnivals. Jeremy: Yeah! Phil: On… on the kid ri-what do you think happens at carnivals, man? Jeremy: Predatory capitalism due to overpriced food and trips to the hospital due to heart attacks from said food. SCP-6786-1: For once, the leader of the pack says something vaguely intelligent. But the main threat at carnivals is cannibal caramel apples, yes, sir. Phil: I guess… but that still doesn't- Other Anti: Shut up, Phil. Why are you always questioning? I thought you cared about the cause! Muffled agreements pass through the group. Jeremy grins at him. SCP-6786-1: The leader delights in the smothering of common sense. If they started to think about their actions, they would realize what danger they had actually placed themselves in. Righteousness, especially this store-brand, pseudo-enlightenment flavor, fades fast in the face of reality. Like milk in the microwave. Phil: I do! I just thought it was more planned out than this! Jeremy: The best part of any plan is to plan for it not to go to plan. The others nod sagely, and the camera zooms even tighter on Phil's mask as he grapples with what he has just heard. SCP-6786-1: You can see his brain fighting to take hold of him at this moment. Does he dare challenge the pack leader? Does he ostracize himself from those with whom he holds a common cause? Does he get fast food on the way home and feel bad about it an hour later? An explosion booms to the left of the camera, and it whirls to take in a flaring explosion of brilliant colors. Footsteps can be faintly heard echoing as they run in that direction. Mara: Weren't they supposed to be in the air? The fireworks are, in fact, going off at ground level; the camera zooms in and spots a figure running around, partially on fire. Jeremy: He knows what he's doing, go, go, go! They jump the turnstiles one after another, some faltering and falling, rolling ankles or falling flat on their faces. SCP-6786-1: I reiterate that this is not their domain. They are no more fleet than they are stealthy. Persistence rewards many, but will this invasive movement prove victorious? I'm gonna say no, but the world does love surprises. They dart haphazardly through the zoo, moving deeper and deeper, until they reach their first enclosure, a shallow pool with an island in the middle where several flamingoes sleep, excluding one that is walking about the water, looking in the direction of all the previous commotion. Jeremy: Here are the first prisoners we must liberate! We'll start with the one who is awake and then move on from there. Mara, Jeremy, you're with me; the rest of you fan out and keep an eye out! They hop into the enclosure, and the camera approaches the railing and shifts around to view them from the side. They close in on the flamingo, who turns to look at them. It flairs its wings. SCP-6786-1: Common amongst birds, such a pose is meant to convey anxiety and anger. It means that the bird believes they are in danger. Or that they want to do the bedsheet samba, but I'm gonna go with danger. Jeremy: Look! It opens its arms to us, and it knows we have come to set it free. The flamingo slaps at the hands of the protestors as they try to grab hold of it and move deeper into its enclosure. Jeremy: It's okay, sh, sh, sh, we're just trying to help you. Phil: It's not a horse, dude. Jeremy: I'm just trying to comfort it; they know we're here to help. The flamingo slaps him again and slips out of his grasp. SCP-6786-1: It does not. The Anti-Zoo movement is curious in its motives. Outside its natural habitat of online forums and PETA conventions, it is unaware of social cues, both its own and those of the beings that it has taken a keen interest in. Its desire to fulfill its own needs overrides its general sense. I call that a cult, but don't say that to them, it offends. Jeremy fails to catch the flamingo one more time and has now backed it into a corner. Mara: Just grab it! Jeremy: What does it look like I am doing? Poor thing. It is too broken by its time here to understand when people actually wish to help. SCP-6786-1: And there we see a common trait of the Anti-Zoo movement, that animals, even those in the wild, have an innate understanding of what it means to be wild, yet paradoxically enjoy interactions with humans. Like an incel thinking women ruin the world yet want to date his pimply, saggy playdough body. The flamingo flairs its wings out and stands to its full height, clacking its beak. Flamingo: Back off, cabrón! The Antis freeze, staring at the flamingo. Mara: It talks! Jeremy: I knew taking those edibles was a good idea! Phil: I didn't have any! Jeremy: Well, maybe you're getting like… second-hand. Phil: That doesn't make any sense! SCP-6786-1: Oh, their blitzed! Sucked down some ganje goodies, some adding appetizers, some pot…. pieces. Right, ran out of steam, but this will definitely only go well. Flamingo: Malditos toristas. What do you want? Jeremy: We seek to free you! To take you away from this place! The bird stares at them each in turn for several moments. Mara: You want that, right? The bird starts making a noise and covers its head with a wing. SCP-6786-1: Have they caught the vibe? Jeremy: He's crying in joy that we came to get him out! The sound quickly becomes high-pitched laughter Flamingo: Ha, muy divertido! Why the hell would I want to leave? Jeremy: Because you're in a prison? Flamingo: Prison?! Nah, man, nah, what, you want to take me back to the wild? Like out there? He points with a wing above the walls. Mara: We'll we'd try to get you back to Florida or- Flamingo: Florida?! That's worse than just the regular wilderness! Some addict would try to take my feathers for a loincloth or some shit. Mierda. Phil: You are both acting way too normal about this thing talking to us! He backs away, heading to the edge of the enclosure. Jeremy: It's the edible! Phil: Not how it works! Several of the other Anti-Zoo people move closer, staring at the flamingo, amazed. SCP-6786-1: They miss the vibe by a country mile, and fractures begin to form in the pack. Shame they're too innie-outie, heady-is-cloudy to realize problems are incoming. Fire sirens sound in the distance, causing panic to spread amongst the Anti-Zoo movement people. Jeremy: Shit, this was supposed to just be the first st- come with us! We can take you anywhere! Flamingo: Niño, I get three meals a day, constant pampering, fawning attention, and any partner I want. Look over there, muy guapo y guapa, si? In the wild, I need to worry about finding food, finding shelter, finding a mate, and that's if some raggedy bitch doesn't eat my ass! Does it look like anyone around here is out to eat me? Well… cept Martin, that bastard. The flamingo turns and yells at the nearby Reptile House. Flamingo: I've seen how you look at me, Martin! Perro serpiente! Jeremy: You- you're brainwashed. SCP-6786-1: And here we see the main defense of the Anti-Zoo movement and their numerous kin that inhabit the uncharted sweaty savannahs of the online: denial of reality! It keeps them safe in their bubble, which… is like the weakest form of defense in the world. Titanium plating would do so much more. Flamingo: Brainwashed, bah, you don't know brainwashing I- The flamingo freezes, having looked over to Phil, and looks up over his head where the camera is poised. Flamingo: You brought cameras?! The Anti-Zoo folks share a confused look. Jeremy: No, I don't… what are you talking about? Flamingo: Why do you have cameras? Who are you? Are you Feds? Who are you with? You tell me who you are with! Mara: No, no, we hate the feds! Jeremy: We can take you literally anywhere! Cuba? There's a lot of flamingos in Cuba isn't- The flamingo turns to him. Flamingo: Did they send you? Jeremy: I- Flamingo: You come into my casa, and you try and make me leave, you tape me, you say that name. Nah, that ain't happening. No voy! The Flamingo suddenly draws a switchblade as if from thin air and charges Jeremy! SCP-6786-1: Having intruded into another's home, the invasives have put themself in needless danger. After how they comported themselves prior, will they be able to get out of this mess of their own making? Flamingo: Perro! Herramienta! Mentiroso! The camera jostles as the bird repeatedly stabs and cuts Jeremy, who flounders in the water screaming and then goes for Mara. The others hop into the enclosure to try and help her and their leader or contain the bird. Except Phil, as the bird slashes at all of his friends. SCP-6786-1: The brightest amongst them is contemplating simply running away. Phil turns and blinks in surprise, seemingly able to see the camera person and SCP-6786-1 for the first time. Phil: Who- The flamingo races towards him, knife slashing, causing him to fall to the ground, scrambling backward with a scream! Flamingo: I ain't going back! SCP-6786-1: But his momentary pause sees him join his fellows in a churning stew of meat and foolish ideation. Though graphic, that is one less invasive threat facing this curated yet important habitat. The screams get quieter and quieter as the flamingo turns to face the camera, and the image cuts to black. [FINN] Episode 2 Title Page Date: 04/20/2024 [VIDEO BEGINS] Redwood trees tower above the scene. The camera tilts up to take in the trees and then lowers to focus on a pair of well-dressed people standing alongside a small pile of climbing supplies, paint cans, and a set of small axes. A man dressed in an oversized jacket out of place for the weather, apparent in the video, is talking to another, holding up a small camera. Birdsong can be heard in the distance. SCP-6786-1's face resembles that of a raven. Unknown: What's up, Dray Nation? We're here in the Redwoods, continuing our Dray's Sprays series! Unknown: I hate that name. Dray: Shut up, man, it gets us clicks. SCP-6786-1: Here, we see another more recent subspeciation of humans: The Influencer. Influencers, unable to exist on their own stunted form of self-actualization, seek attention from the faceless masses of the internet. Fame or infamy matters little to them in the end; all that matters is their main source of food: clout. Clout defines them, and the actions they take in their daily lives are fully centered on attaining more of them. Clout-Chasers, as they are often called in layman's terms, often begin doing more and more thoughtless and dangerous things in their hunt for clout, often to their detriment. Let's observe. Unknown: Did you hear something? Dray: Come on, man, get it together. It's probably like… a moose or something. Unknown: The park rangers said- Dray: They'd fucking off for the rest of the day since I paid them so well; we're good! Unknown: With those ones. Dray: Kaiden, chill out, dude. Money talks. Now, can we get back to the video? Kaiden: Alright, fine. SCP-6786-1: Clout chasing often leads to something known as the grift, where the Influencer will go out of their way to ensure what they desire, the increasing generation of their own clout, happens. This can lead to all manner of unsavory behavior, which a number of other entities in their ecosystem are unfortunately receptive to. Dray: In the last video, which got a killer 200k likes, we managed to tag the Lincoln Memorial, more like Dreymorial, right? And while there was a bit of a “thing” around that, the haters couldn't keep us down! So what would be bigger than that, you're asking? Well, for right now, we're not allowed to go back to DC, but- Kaiden: You're lucky we didn't get arrested! Dray: Come on, man, I was just getting the flow back. Kaiden: Sorry. SCP-6786-1: Influencers are often within a symbiotic relationship with another species we will be focusing on later in this documentary. But their bond often leads to the former not readily expecting or understanding the breadth of consequences for their actions. Dray: But! I have something right here that is pretty monumental as well! He gestures wide with his hand and stares at Kaiden, who keeps the camera pointed at him. Dray: Dude, pan up! Kaiden: Oh! Dray: What the hell do I even pay you for? I should have brought Phil. Kaiden: You know he wouldn't want to be here! Dray: Yeah, but he gets queues! SCP-6786-1: Influencers often argue about 'the process,' but in this place outside their normal domain, this racket could attract unwanted attention. A breeze causes several of the lowest branches to quiver. Dray: Okay, let's just do that over. Kaiden nods. Dray: But! I have something right here that is pretty monumental as well! Kaiden pans up this time, pointing his camera towards the trunk of one of the tallest redwoods. Dray: That's right, this time I am gonna leave my mark on one of nature's greatest monuments! He holds up a piece of paper to Kaiden, showing the camera a sketched design of his name over a set of crossed spray cans. Dray: But we're doing something a little different this time, Dray Nation. We're not just spraying our truth on this bad boy. He pauses, patting the tree; the branches shake again. SCP-6786-1: Keen to mark territory already claimed, will the young buck realize his error before it is too late? Dray: We're leaving a more permanent mark. He reaches down and holds up a pouch of tools, including an ax, a hammer, and a wood chisel. Dray: That's right, we woodcarvin! But first, here's a word for our sponsor, Primera-Corp! Try their new Emerald Tier Membership today! Kaiden lowers his camera. Kaiden: Isn't it a little weird to be shouting out your da- A branch snaps nearby, and both men whirl around, looking for the source. They both stare directly at the 6786-tied camera person but fail to notice them. Kaiden: Hello?! There is no response outside of the wind picking up; in fact, the previous birdsong has fallen quiet. Dray: Let's just get this over with. Several moments of relative silence follow as Kaiden sets down the camera and helps Dray set up his climbing gear properly. The camera shifts to briefly track a bit of movement darting towards the pair. SCP-6786-1: It seems a native has taken notice of their presence. Kaiden scoops up his camera and refocuses it on Dray, who has since climbed about thirty feet up the trunk, using several climbing pitons; the rest of his gear hangs off his back and sides. Something darts closer, peaking around the trunk of another tree; its face is that of an elongated deer skull. Dray: And now, it's time to make my mark. Draynation represent! He draws his axe and hacks into the bark, not getting very deep on the first strike. The branches quiver once more. Kaiden: Put a bit more effort into it! Dray: Like you could do any better, dude. He swings again and manages to sink his axe fairly deep; with effort, he manages to pull a chunk of bark free. Dray: There's gotta be a quicker w- He pauses as the whole tree shakes, and a low, pained moan is heard as the ground quakes and shifts. The tree pulls partially out of the ground, revealing a pair of massive eyes amidst a tangle of roots. Unknown: Kenny! The camera shifts, and the deer-skulled-headed figure is running towards them, revealing a nearly three-meter tall being, emaciated and bestial, wearing a flowing sundress and a wide sunhat between its antlers. Dray and Kaiden begin screaming. Dray scrambles to hold onto the tree, and Kaiden falls backward. Kenny: Martha? I have a splitting headache; what's happening? Martha: Just a gnat, sweety, I'll get it for you. She turns and looks at Kaiden, sniffing at him and licking her bony teeth. Martha: Diabetic, yum. I love the jelly-filled ones. Don't you move, sweet thing. She lungs up as Kenny pulls himself further out of the ground, and Martha effortlessly cuts the rope holding Dray aloft. He falls, and there is a sharp crack as his leg bends the wrong way, and several cans of spray paint burst, coating the ground in neon paint. His screaming goes to a different pitch. Martha drops to the ground beside him. Martha: Oh, it went and made a mess. A root reaches out and pulls him closer, the tree-being's wide eyes narrowing. Kenny: Now, what were you up to? Coming into someone's place, climbing all over them, cutting them up, not very neighborly. What if someone did that to you, hmm? SCP-6786-1: Making a claim on someone else's territory often leads to a great deal of strife within the natural world. There have been at least five different known Chimpanzee wars built on this premise, and well, we don't even need to get into what all of you do. Martha digs through some of Drey's spilled gear and comes up with the design, showing it to Kenny. Martha: Were you going to carve this into my husband's forehead? Who raised you? She looks up at Kaiden, and he goes to bolt, but he freezes as a different park ranger, a middle-aged woman, appears from behind a tree, pointing a rifle at him. Kenny: Tch, tch. Now, wait a second, son. We've got some questions for you. Answer them honestly now: Sally doesn't take kindly to fibbers. Sally: That, I do not. Martha: What took you so long, darling? Sally nods at Kaiden. Sally: He knows, Mar. Martha coos at the nickname and licks her bony lips as she turns back to Kaiden. SCP-6786-1: Murderous hippie monster polycule. Sick, that'll do well with the Zoomers. Kaiden slowly turns to look back at the entities and down to Dray. Kaiden: What… what do you want? Kenny: Truth. ‘Bout what you're doing here. Not this little idiot mind, you. All three figures stare intently at Kaiden while Dray rolls about at the ground, trying to get eyes on his cameraman. Dray: What the fuck is going on?! A root wraps around his mouth. Kenny: Sh, sh, sh. SCP-6786-1: Hold on to your jorts; we're about to go on a ride! Martha: We want to know about the packages you and your pals laid out for the park last night. Sally: And the ones you set up at the edge of town as well. Kaiden: I- Martha sniffs the air. Martha: He's nervous. Sally: I can see that he pissed himself, Mar, you don't need to announce it. SCP-6786-1: Rank. Wild. Asparagus? Kaiden: What-what are you… this is insane. They're monsters! He gestures to Kenny and Martha. Sally's eyes narrow. Kenny: Rude. Martha: Very rude. SCP-6786-1: Extremely rude. Sally: And a deflection. Start speaking true, bud, or we start playing a guessing game. Kaiden: G-guessing game? She pumps her shotgun. Sally: Yeah, which limb is going goodby will get you, to be honest. She points it towards his left knee. Sally: Three seconds. Martha: I love this side of you! Kenny: A little bit much, huns. Why don't we just keep them both here until the sun and lack of water get to them? Heat stroke tends to make things pliable. SCP-6786-1: Immediate gratifcation vs slow stewing. This is an allegory for the hunting styles of most predators. I think. Sally: Two! Kaiden: Yes, yes, alright, we set up a bunch of fire starters last night! But it was his dad's idea! He points at Dray, who stares at him wide-eyed. SCP-6786-1: P-p-plot twist! Dray begins shouting, muffled by the root, and Kenny, after a moment, loosens his grip, allowing him to speak fully. Dray: What the fuck is this, dude, is this a prank? What did you do?! Kaiden: What I had to! You don't pay me shit. SCP-6786-1: Corrupt Capitalism Combobreaker! Dray: Are you kidding me?! Kaiden: No! You treat me like shit, and your dad offered me money if I worked with some of his people everywhere we went. Shot some footage, did- Sally: A bunch of terroristic shit. Kaiden: We didn't hurt anyone! Sally, Dray, and Martha all look at Kenny. Kenny: Rogue wildfires don't hurt anyone? Kaiden: I- Dray: The fire at the museum, that building collapsing…. You said those were all freak accidents! SCP-6786-1: Sounds like some freaky deaky stuff to me. But how many times can bullshit bumble-fuckery happen in your wake before you see the pattern? Kaiden: I didn't know what he was- Dray: But you still took his money! Martha and Sally step closer to Kaiden, and he shuffles backward. Kaiden: Stay back! Look, if you let him go, I'll get rid of them! Tell the others to stand down. But if you don't, there are people who know where we are! Sally chuckles, shouldering her gun. Sally: Bout that. She reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a small bundle. She tosses it to the ground, and it unfurls, revealing a collection of freshly severed fingers. Martha licks her lips. Martha: Finger foods! You shouldn't have! Sally: Always thinking of you, honey bee. SCP-6786-1: See, I prefer ants on a log, but they do have the same kind of crunch and mush mouth feel. Kaiden vomits and glances at Dray for a moment before turning and running as fast as he can. Dray: Don't leave me here, you bastard! Sally unshoulders her gun and points it after him but seems to think better of it, looking back to the others. Sally: So, what do we do with this one? Kenny glances down at Dray's art supplies and points a root at the sketch. Kenny: Can I see that, darling? She nods, holding the image up to him. He squints tighter, and more roots emerge, picking up Dray's scattered art tools. Kenny: Now, son, I'm willing to let you go, but you are going to need a reminder not to do this sort of thing again, right? He holds the image down next to Dray's head and begins lowering the cutting implements towards his forehead. Kenny: Next time, be neighborly and ask before you enter someone else's home! You never know who you might meet on the other side. Oh, and find some better friends. You're down a few. He laughs and then grimaces apologetically. Kenny: Sorry, that was a bit too dark. Now, hold still. His eyes narrow in concentration. Dray stops screaming, his voice seeming to give out. Martha: What about the other one, huns? He's getting away. Sally: Well, you always enjoyed a chase. Kenny: I've got a good hold on this one. Go get him. The tree grins widely and winks at the creature. Martha: Oh, you charmers, you. She turns to run and takes in the SCP-6786-1. Martha: Now, who are you? SCP-6786-1: Just filming a nature documentary, Mam, not looking to interfere. We have all the proper paperwork. I must say your home is lovely. Martha: Oh, shucks. You have no idea what it takes to keep it this nice and healthy. But if you don't mind, I gotta- She points past them, and the camera moves, catching her racing past on all fours. SCP-6786-1: You know what it takes to keep natural splendor like this so healthy? The camera turns, zooming in on Dray's face as one of Kenny's roots draws the wood chisel closer and closer to his forehead. SCP-6786-1: The careful hand of conservation and a bit of blood sacrifice. The camera zooms closer to Dray's terrified face as Kenny presses the wood chisel into his forehead. SCP-6786-1: Let's hope it's careful anyway. Camera cuts to black after fully zooming in on one of Dray's eyes. [FINN] ███████ ENTRY REDACTED Episode 4 Title Page Date: 06/20/2024 [VIDEO BEGINS] The image begins with a tracking shot of a busy road packed with cars before craning up and looking towards a skyscraper with the words "Primera Corp" running down the side. SCP-6786-1's face resembles that of a vulture. SCP-6786-1: Invasive species most commonly have a source. Feral pets and farm animals. The illegal pet trade. Colonialism. Katrina Mismanagement. Eagles Football. The list goes on and on, but while we have seen their effects and the resistance of natural biomes and their inhabitants against these intruders, how can one truly curb a tide such as we’ve seen? The camera goes black for a moment, and when the image reappears, it’s of the inside of an elevator. SCP-6786-1: You go to the source. They walk inside, revealing a series of cubicles filled to the brim with flustered and dead-eyed people rushing all around. SCP-6786-1: And it seems we have done so right after something sent the colony on high alert. You can smell the nose candy from here! The camera shifts to a side room, where five individuals in business suits appear to also be in a state of chaos, shouting and conversing on about three phones each, excluding one older man who is leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling unlit cigar stuck between his teeth. SCP-6786-1: And there is the "mind" of the hive. The Fat Cat, the Top Cheese, the Big Daddy. The C. E. Oooooo! The camera shifts forward, and the door to the room opens, though none inside notice. CEO: Can someone tell me what the hell is happening out there?! Executive Assistant 1: We're trying sir-yes, hello I would like to kn- The camera zooms in on the CEO's face; his eyes are bloodshot, and there are several stains at the corners of his mouth and at the corner of one nostril. CEO: Well, you better get me some answers quick; I'm supposed to be on a plane to Singapore in fifteen. SCP-6786-1: Often, when a rat is cornered, its first instinct is to run… Executive Assistant 2: Sir, I don't think- CEO: Finish that sentence, and you're out on your ass with a pension so gutted it would make a meth head blush! SCP-6786-1: Or lash out. The assistant stops talking and returns to running interference on their multiple devices. CEO: Give me something, people! Executive Assistant 1: We're getting some reports about the operation in Toledo. He sits forward, attention captured. CEO: Yes? Executive Assistant 1: It went… badly. The CEO stares at her for several seconds and then gestures around wildly. CEO: What else is new?! What happened? Executive Assistant 1: Well, the cops found them, and uh, they were cut up pretty bad? CEO: Did any of the animals get out? The morons bought our line; if they got hurt doing it, no skin off our backs, right? Long as it proves the security- Executive Assistant 1: None of the animals escaped, sir. Security found them pretty quickly, but the police say it looks like they got into some kind of knife fight. CEO: We payed that idiot to- Executive Assistant 1: I know, sir, and it seems so do the cops. The manic pace of the room cools for a moment as all eyes go to her. The camera zooms in on her face. SCP-6786-1: When treading into new territory, while dangerous on their own and invasive, they are never certain of the dangers they, in turn, will be facing. Like platypi, dastardly devils. Executive Assistant 1: They are asking about information the group mumbled in their injured state. They also rambled about flamingoes and a number of their other nonsensical talking points, so… CEO: So we bury it, and we bury them. Whatever connections we may or may not have with them are circumstantial, and we would surely never wish to endanger the well-being of such a prestigious establishment as they did. She nods and turns back to the phone. SCP-6786-1: Yet, often, invasives can have an almost insidious need for growth and control of the environs they force their way into. Like fungal infections or fast food chains. CEO: It's only a matter of time until Toledo needs us, security systems, medicine, and food for their beasts; one route or another, we will be able to get the permi- Executive Assistant 3: Your wife is on the phone. CEO: Tell her I'm busy trying to wrangle this shit show to be bothered with whatever new toy or fancy she has taken to. Executive Assistant 3: It's your son, sir. He sits up and stares at him. CEO: What has he done now? Executive Assistant 3: He's in the hospital, sir. His eyes widen, and he stands up slowly. CEO: What?! Executive Assistant 3: Yes, he was doing one of his videos, which you signed off on in California, and while the details are fuzzy, he was found heavily injured by a group of park rangers. Your wife is sending you pictures. He draws out his phone, and the camera shifts to capture a dozen missed messages and pictures of Dray in a hospital bed, his channel logo carved into the middle of his forehead, and dozens of other bruises and cuts covering his body. SCP-6786-1: As evidenced, unused to new predators, the young of invasives can quickly become easy prey, though unfortunately, often their numbers resist those first attempts from the natural food web to push out the intruder. CEO: Who did-who did this?! Executive Assistant 3: We aren't sure, sir. The co-owner of his channel is also missing, along with any video they recorded of the incident. It was said he had been there a few hours before Park Rangers found him, and the police would like you to make an appearance. CEO: Wh-why? Executive Assistant 3: The Park Rangers that found him also found a number of 'fire bombs,' their words, and Dray seems to have told them that they were your idea and mentioned several similar occurrences tied to his visits. Sir, I- CEO: He's beaten to hell. Panicked. He probably has a concussion and doesn't know what he's saying. Get a lawyer down there now! Executive Assistant 3: Yes, sir. He kicks his chair over, startling his assistants, and begins to pace around the room. SCP-6786-1: Anger is a typical response amongst all animals that undergo unexpected environmental pressures. The cocaine in his mustache probably isn't helping, though. CEO: I want whoever did this found, and I want to leave a message that you don't… they care about those damn trees so much, let's see how they feel when I level a dozen of them. Fuck with me, will they? I- Executive Assistant 4: Sir, that's protected land we can't- CEO: And if our guy gets into office, we'll be able to buy it for a nickel; how is that coming along? Executive Assistant 4: W-well sir, but I do have some news more crucial to the current events if you would like to- CEO: Good news? The assistant stares back silently, pursing his lips. CEO: Does anyone have any good news, or are you just going to keep stress-fucking me?! The assistants share a look. Executive Assistant 2: The cappuccino machine got fixed this morning. The CEO slowly turns to them with a mock smile on their face, and the assistant appears to try to shrink into themselves. CEO: Oh, yeah? Wow, that actually is a weight off my mind. Executive Assistant 2: R-Really? The CEO's smile widens as he glances at the other assistants. CEO: You're fired. Get out. You, tell me what he was gonna; what else are we adding to this shit storm? The first assistant scoops up the laptop as the second stumbles out of the office, a mixture of shock and betrayal on their face. Executive Assistant 1: It's a class action, sir. From VKTM- CEO: For? Executive Assistant 1: It cites a noninterference clause we violated. CEO: VKTM? I don't- What else does it say? Executive Assistant 1: Their full response will be leveled shortly. CEO: Fuck! Right, get my son out of that hospital, get badge numbers, say whatever you have to, but I want him back here with a way to spin this tomorrow. Cancel my fucking trip. I want the lawyers on the phone and plans on my table tonight. We can get ahead of all of this, spin it in our favor, or bury it under a mountain of cash and litigation. A bunch of near cultists and some random fuckers I've never heard of aren't gonna sink us, and whoever fucked with my kid is gonna wish their mother had never spat them into this world! We're Primera, dammit! This will be but a blip on the radar by next week, and if it means we have to go a dirtier route to get all this done, then we do it! No one beats m-us. Now, get to work, and someone grab me a cappuccino. Assistants: Yes, sir! SCP-6786-1: As stated before, invasive species can often be a problem, but for those that become too prolific for the environment or native species to handle on their own, as evidenced here, occasionally introducing or reintroducing another species is required to balance the scales. This can be seen with the reintroduction of wolves into Yellowstone to handle elk populations. And here… A burning portal rips open in the wall at the back of the boardroom. SCP-6786-1: We must simply watch as nature takes its course. The CEO and the assistants whirl towards the portal as a tall, twitching thing emerges from the portal. Dozens of arms hang from its body, ending in long, clawed fingers. A hollow cavity sits in the middle of its torso. Smaller hands cover its body, grasping at the air, and the creature raises its head, revealing no eyes and a pair of hands tipped with long fangs making up the mouth. Creature: Greedy. SCP-6786-1: An avarice demon, one of the few natural predators of the relatively rare but often dangerous invasive species known as billionaires. This one may have been stalking its target for some time, though who originally made the introduction? I can't say. Nope, totally no clue at all. None. Nada…. stop looking at me. Three more of the creatures emerge from the portal, and the camera turns, revealing several more portals opening in the wider office. SCP-6786-1: A clutch can go years without properly feeding, but it is a graphic and aggressive affair when they do. They aren't very partial to sharing, but honestly, who is when they get to a buffet? The CEO darts for the door and stumbles back as he notices SCP-6786-1 standing directly before it. The lead demon lunges, wrapping its mouth-hands around the face of the nearest assistant, their scream immediately turning to muffled gurgling. CEO: Move! He pushes past them and makes his way out the door, and one of the demons lunges after him. The camera follows, moving alongside the chase easily. SCP-6786-1: Most commonly ambush predators, greed demons are also known to be pretty adept cursorial hunters. At their top speeds, they can reach fifty kilometers per hour! The CEO glances towards the camera. CEO: You-who are you? Are you filming this? What the- He is cut off as the chasing demon lunges for him, missing and rolling through several cubicles before immediately returning to its feet. SCP-6786-1: A surprisingly spry billionaire specimen, this elder male may be able to shirk his pursuer, but as long as it has his scent, it will never be far behind. CEO: What are you talking about?! The creature leaps and carves a deep gash across his back. He stumbles and rolls, screaming in shock and pain. All around him, workers are fleeing, pursued by other greed demons that seem to be picking and choosing their targets, letting some rush past unnoticed while others are pursued mindlessly. SCP-6786-1: Or not. He surges back to his feet and stumbles towards the camera. CEO: “Help me, you F-“ A spray of blood covers the camera as they are attacked from behind, the many, many hands of the Greed Demon clawing and carving into them as it draws him into the cavity in the center of its chest. SCP-6786-1: I know what I said about noninterference prior, but… they stepped in where no steps were needed first. Besides, every nature doc you see that focuses on bugs is fake as hell anyway. 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SCP-6787

safe

Item#: 6787 Level2 Containment Class: Safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: Dark Risk Class: Caution link to memo The skylight within SCP-6787. Special Containment Procedures: Access to Sublevel 13 of Site-87 has been sealed behind a steel plate and concrete by order of Director Tristan Bailey. Due to a risk of personnel becoming trapped in SCP-6787 despite this, travel between Sublevel 12 and Sublevel 14 is only to take place via elevator at this time. Description: SCP-6787 refers to Sublevel 13 of Site-87. Prior to SCP-6787's discovery in early 2022 during routine maintenance, Site-87 did not have a sublevel designated 13, instead incrementing from Sublevel 12 directly to Sublevel 14. SCP-6787 is only accessible via Site-87’s main stairwell, and lacks elevator access. The door to SCP-6787 is marked with the Foundation insignia, with ‘Department of Abnormalities, Archival Division’ engraved beneath. A view through SCP-6787's stacks. Sublevel 13 resembles a public library; over 30,000 volumes of literature are believed to exist within SCP-6787, and it bears several amenities common in public libraries. Also present within SCP-6787 are: A book deposit slot on the rear wall of SCP-6787; it has been welded shut, with caution signs placed around it in several languages. Several pieces of seating, most of which are intact, including two sofas and an antique reading chair. However, personnel will routinely refuse to use any seating, citing an ‘instability’ with the furniture that they have not been able to elaborate on, and either lean against walls or sit on the floor to rest. A skylight in the center of the structure, with light levels corresponding to an overcast day consistently filtering through it. Directly beneath the skylight is a section containing several tabletop games, apparently available for lending similar to other media in the library. These games are all missing crucial pieces such as dice, tokens, and game boards. A circulation desk, which, to date, has not been located. Several members of personnel report seeing the circulation desk, but are unable to locate it when returning to the area where it was sighted. A television with a built-in Betamax player is present by a pair of microfiche machines. Despite this, no Betamax tapes have been found within SCP-6787. Similar to the book deposit slot, the slot for inputting the tape has been fused shut. The majority of the literature and media within SCP-6787 is non-anomalous, albeit of questionable origin, as media dating from as recently as 2021 has been located within. The exception is within the ‘Local History’ section; media from this section is designated SCP-6787-A. SCP-6787-A instances purport to depict and detail (if occasionally dramatize) the history of the Nexus that Site-87 is located in (Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin, Nexus 18). However, several details within SCP-6787-A instances are erroneous or contradictory. A table of selected instances follows: SCP-6787-A Instance Purported Contents Notable Deviations Jackson Sloth: An Autobiography An autobiography of the founder of Sloth’s Pit, Jackson Sloth; date of publication is listed as 1893, three years after Sloth’s purported death. Aside from the date of publication, a large portion of the work details Sloth’s brutal massacre, and subsequent pataphysical erasure, of Native Peoples within Douglas County, Wisconsin. In reality, Sloth had relatively good relations with the Native Peoples in the area, even learning some of the Ojibwe language in an attempt to integrate them into what would become Sloth’s Pit. The tone of the work indicates that the author is proud of his accomplishments. Roots Grown by Blood by James Patterson A true crime novel detailing murders committed by Jeffery Hubble, a ‘blood cultist and farmer’ who believed that ‘human flesh could allow for a massive harvest’. The novel describes Hubble as murdering indiscriminately and burying upwards of twenty bodies within his field; only thirteen victims have been attributed to him. It is stated that Hubble’s crimes went undiscovered until the killing of his family’s dog and a local member of law enforcement in 2017; while accurate in spirit, it does not reflect actual events. A History of UFO Sightings in the Greater Superior Area An account of purported extraterrestrial activity around Superior and Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin. No extraterrestrial activity has been confirmed to occur within Nx-18. History of UFO Sightings attributes the increased activity to the presence of the ‘Jasper Sloth Nuclear Research Facility’; no such place exists. ██████ █████: A Life, Redacted by ‘Nemo’1 A biography of a Foundation agent stationed at Site-87 until death from an unspecified cause in 2020; the agent’s name is antimemetic and cannot be perceived. No agent matching the description given in the book has ever been stationed at Site-87. Her purported partner, Agent Tofflemire, denies knowledge of this individual, but has asked to keep this instance of SCP-6787-A. Request pending approval. A Court Record of Divorce Proceedings Between Cassandra Pike and Claude Mattings As the title suggests, it is a record of all evidence and testimony within a divorce case between the two individuals; both are Foundation personnel, and have been married since 2018. The primary reason given for divorce is listed as ‘instability following the birth of their only child, Rose’. Pike loses custody of her child to her husband. In reality, the Pike-Mattings family have relocated to California to work on Project LAZARUS; they have not been notified of the existence of this item. Autopsy Records of Dr. Katherine Jean Sinclair A pair of contradictory Foundation-issued autopsy reports. One has the date of death as October of 2020, and cause of death as ‘destruction of cranial tissue’. The other lists the date of death as May of 2021, and lists cause of death as ‘blood loss due to a gunshot wound’. At both times, Sinclair was in mortal danger; in the former case, her left eye was destroyed, and in the latter, she needed to resort to thaumic stasis until medical treatment could be rendered. Despite this, she is currently alive and works at Site-87. A History of Hate in Douglas County, Wisconsin by the American Civil Liberties Union A work that portrays Sloth’s Pit as a heavily conservative area, de facto ruled by ‘The Family Church’, a relatively inactive Group of Interest which modeled itself after conservative Christian teachings. They are listed as being responsible for several lynchings, hate crimes, and murders of sexual and racial minorities, overseen by a “Father Reese”. Among the victims are an ‘Alexander Carracos’ and the ‘The Williams Twins’, both corresponding to members of Foundation personnel. Blake Williams and Alejandro Carrasco have been in a relationship since December 2021, which is listed as the date of their murder. It is unclear why Ruby Williams was targeted. Black Autumn III, vol. 1 and vol. 5 A pair of VHS tapes that purportedly show an anthology series, depicting events which occurred during October 2019 concerning Halloween-related phenomena appearing in Nexuses around the world. Volumes 2, 3 and 4 have not been located. The episodes portray the Foundation attempting to, in some way, destroy or neutralize the anomalous elements of the Nexuses they control or have involvement in; Puerto Extraño, Brazil has all extraterrestrial life exterminated, the non-human population of Esterberg is killed in a Foundation-backed pogrom, extradimensional areas such as Three Portlands and the ‘Complex Apartments’ in New York are brought into regular space in such a way that they destroy the areas they are connected to, and a nuclear bomb is dropped down the Bottomless Pit within Nx-18 in an attempt to neutralize it. Site-87: A History by Phillip Verhoten Purports to tell the history of Site-87 in Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin, following its establishment in 1907. Sloth’s Pit was not known to the larger Foundation prior to the discovery of SCP-097 in 1969, and Site-87 was not established until 1976. None of the personnel listed are known to ever have been Foundation personnel; the only individual of note mentioned is Zachary Bellwether, a purported Director of Site-87, who ran for governor of Wisconsin three times between 1945 and 1960, losing the primary each time. An Index of Treason A document purported to be published by the Foundation, listing several individuals who had committed treason against the organization since its establishment. All current and former Site-87 personnel are listed, as are personnel at Site-43, Site-120, and several other Sites which deal with the containment of Nexuses. The only known contents include references to Director Bailey’s brother, SCP-1483 Commissioner Thomas Bailey, as purposefully collapsing SCP-1483 and defecting to the Antarctic Empire. Upon recording this data, Director Bailey ordered the volume destroyed, and SCP-6787 sealed. Despite being sealed as of March 2022, personnel traversing Site-87 between Sublevel 12 and Sublevel 14 have sporadically found themselves within SCP-6787, leading to current containment procedures. All twenty personnel who have become trapped this way have been recovered; in the process, they have retrieved several other instances of SCP-6787-A, with titles including: When Words Fail: The Loss of SCP-5109 and the Collapse of US Foundation Infrastructure by Harold R. Blank, Foundation Archivist A More Bottomless Pit? The Economic Failure of Sloth’s Pit, Wisconsin by Simeon Adler Death of Summer: The Camp Krakkow Disaster by Isaiah H. Pickman, Archivist Emeritus I. H. Pickman’s 001 Proposal: ‘Erasing the Word of God’ These items are currently not being studied, per order of Director Bailey. | Hub | Footnotes 1. Redaction in original text due to antimemetic properties. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6787" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6788

esoteric-class

ID: 6788 Threat Level: 38 Records Code: 0583 Classification Tags: alive, animal, extraterrestrial, tentative-sapient, tentative-sentient, vertebrate Description: Item-6788 is a biological hybrid with gross morphological deviations from known mammals. Item-6788 possesses one to four copies of most anatomical features, including heads, limbs, bones, and internal organs; multiple copies of three unknown organs; and patchy body fur. These copies are drawn from two distinct creatures, only one of which is human. The second set includes reversed joints, compact, padded feet, large ears on top of an elongated skull, and a tail. The second set does not include hands. During containment, Item-6788 has suffered multiple health problems. These include cancers of the skin, stomach, liver, heart, gallbladder, esophagus, and lungs; organs protruding through the skin; pulmonary problems including saliva aspiration, pulmonary edema, and pleural effusion; digestive issues including acid seepage, esophageal and rectal blockage, fistulas, and constipation; numerous skin rashes and infections; and difficulty moving due to uncoordinated limbs and protruding bones. Item-6788 has three additional classes of organs not previously observed. Two are secretory and protrude outside the body, consisting of either subcutaneous fat or spongelike tissue. The organ consisting of spongelike tissue is capable of becoming turgid following engorgement with blood. The third is a series of cavities accessed through a small hole in the skin. At regular periods it releases blood and a small, inedible egg. Together, these three organs are believed to make up a self-contained hermaphroditic reproductive system, though the mechanics of this are not clear and have not been observed. For a full description of these organs, see Document 6788. Item-6788 has attacked containment personnel on three separate occasions. Euthanization has been proposed; but due to resistance from the Foundation ethics committee, as well as the aggressive role the organs played in the attack, it is believed that removal of these organs will curb its aggression. Addendum 6788: Following the removal of its external organs on 2045/06/06, one head spoke for the first time. A phonetic transcript is provided below. It has not spoken since. Item-6788: Eva! Eva! Mein Sack! Mein Sack! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Item-6788" by Jekeled, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6788. Licensed under CC-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-6789

safe

 close Info X Its a Bad Idea, Ralliston, and Trotskyeet's entry in the SCP-6000 Contest. Its A Bad Idea's Authorpage Ralliston's Authorpage Trotskyeet's Authorpage For translators, here is a direct link to each iteration: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6789-1 https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6789-2 https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6789-3 https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6789-4 https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/fragment:scp-6789-5 > WELCOME, O5-9. > O5-1 HAS SENT YOU A PRIVATE MESSAGE. ACCESS MESSAGE? yes > "Nine, attached are files we found last week within Site-01's Deepwell. I wouldn't trouble you with this if not for the fact that the events described herein have never occurred. Their initial creation date is approximately 50,000 years back. Please familiarize yourself with them as quickly as possible." > O5-1 HAS SENT YOU A FILE TO REVIEW. ACCESS FILES? yes > ACCESSING FILE: SCP-6789, ITERATION ONE, 30/08/1825. Anomaly №: SCP-6789 Special Containment Procedures: The room hosting SCP-6789 and its adjacent chambers are to be cut off from employees of Rollander Steel and the public at large. The sub-basement level of the factory is to be sealed and expunged from the building's blueprints. The sole access to SCP-6789 is to be placed under constant surveillance and armed guard. Due to scientific knowledge that could be gleaned from SCP-6789, a permanent research team is to be stationed and supplied on-site. Notable research developments are to be forwarded to High Command. Description: SCP-6789 is a roughly 20 m x 20 m area of space located within the sub-basement boiler room of the Rollander General Steel factory in Częstochowa, Poland, within which the growth speed of organic material is greatly increased. Despite being shielded from sunlight and isolated to sufficient sources of water, SCP-6789 is capable of hosting a microcosm of floral and faunal life. Organisms present within the anomaly have been observed to be sustained indefinitely through unknown means, barring interference from outside phenomena. Prior to the manifestation of the anomaly, the room hosting SCP-6789 was the main power source for the Rollander General Steel factory. This room has since been rendered nonfunctional due to plant growth. Several eyewitnesses claim to have felt a rhythmic pulsing originating from within SCP-6789 while in its vicinity; these claims are unverified and are being investigated. Addendum 6789-1: The following is an interview with Thomas Williams, the current head of Rollander General Steels' technical repair system, conducted on 30/08/1890 by Magister Hashe. <Begin log> Mgr. Hashe: There we go. Recording's on now. Thank you for your cooperation with my team thus far. I trust you've been briefed on the nature of our organization? Williams: I have. Mgr. Hashe: And of the… object of interest? Williams nods. Mgr. Hashe: Excellent. Please, tell me about the basement. Williams: <Pause> I've managed steel production in this factory for twenty years. Worked here for twenty before that. I lost my left hand to the steel mill — seen others fare far worse. When I heard there was something wrong with our boiler, I figured it must've been the new hours management's been pushing on us. Ever since the war we've been producing at twice the speed with half the infrastructure. The mechanics told me we had an infestation of some kind. I mean, the conditions were always bad, but this was something different. What I saw in the basement… Pause. Mgr. Hashe: Well, what did you see? Williams: I saw roots sprouting from the ground before my eyes, hares springing from thin air. Sometimes we would leave the windows open for the animals. For the first time in years I saw birds flock to these vacant trees. There was a calmness to it. We all felt it. We used to go down there during our breaks and just… stand amongst the flowers and the rabbits. Sometimes we'd sleep there and have the most vivid of dreams. It was like we were standing on a conduit for nature itself. Sometimes, if you were quiet and alone, you could feel a great heart pounding underground. Reverberating in the air around you. I felt not fear but… peace. It-it was a sight to behold. Eventually I brought it to the bosses. I didn't say too much, naturally. Never did trust them more than I had to. I asked if we might slow production for a short time. Long enough to figure out what we had down there. They… they didn't seem to understand. Refused to see it for themselves. They gave me a shiny new machine and told me to fix the problem. Mgr. Hashe: And did you? Silence. Mgr. Hashe: Mister Williams? Williams: <weakly> I— I didn't want to. They said they'd come after my staff, my family. Cut our wages, I… I torched the room. Tore out the old machine and put the new one in. My men hated me for it. Called me a monster for what I made them do. The sounds that place made whilst it burned… I don't know what drove me to defile such a gift of nature. Greed, or fear. Or both. Silence for several seconds. Williams: You will let me know if anything happens down there, won't you? I need to know if it can regrow. It must be able to, right? Mgr. Hashe: As of now, we have found no activity. You will be kept in the loop as long as you adhere to our prior agreement of confidentiality. Williams: I— I understand. Mgr. Hashe: Thank you for your time, mister Williams. That will be all for now. <End log> Closing Statement: Two days after the conclusion of this interview, Thomas Williams disappeared from his house during the night of 01/09/1890. Efforts to determine his whereabouts have been inconclusive. Addendum 6789-2: On 02/09/1890, on-site research teams reported the rooms adjacent to SCP-6789 began exhibiting anomalous properties identical to that of SCP-6789. Upon closer examination, it was found that the area of SCP-6789's influence has begun to increase at a steady pace of 0.6 m every 24 hours. Initial efforts to halt the spread of SCP-6789 have failed. Further study is ongoing. Proceed to the next file iteration? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6789" by Its A Bad Idea, Ralliston, and Trotskyeet, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6789. Licensed under CC-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-6790

safe

SCP-6790 - death by duck by dado A collaboration between myself and DrGooday. Thanks to all of our critters! Thank you to the translators as well! CN Translation here. VN Translation here. ES Translation here. JP Translation here Image Credits dadoduck.jpg (1) under CC BY SA 4.0 dadoduck.jpg (2) Under CC BY SA 4.0. powder.jpg Under CC BY SA 3.0 Image edits were made by me or Gooday. More By DrGooday More By Machen2 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6790 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: keter-dark Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Still frame from footage from SCP-6790-1 initial discovery. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-300 Dir. Victoria Requet Dr. Ralph Smith א-21 ("fine customers") Sample of SCP-6790, provided for testing. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6790 is currently stored in Secure Containment Locker #907, with access being restricted to Level-3 personnel. Any other form of SCP-6790 or SCP-6790-1 found outside of containment is to be confiscated immediately. SCP-6790-1 is contained within a standard anomalous fauna containment kennel and is to be cared for similar to non-anomalous members of the Anas platyrhynchos.Commonly referred to as a Mallard Duck. species. Interviews with SCP-6790-1 are to be conducted bi-weekly, along with its psychological assessment. MTF Aleph-21 ("fine customers") are to continue their research on the PoI "dado". Description: SCP-6790 is a powder-based narcotic closely resembling cocaine that, when ingested, causes the individual consuming the substance to instantaneously transform into a Anas platyrhynchos, hereby referred to as SCP-6790-1.Currently, there's only one instance of SCP-6790 (See Below). . The Foundation currently has no means by which to revert this, and the chemical study of SCP-6790 is ongoing. SCP-6790-1 is a Anas platyrhynchos previously known as Samuel Barlow, former mayor of Retrinald, New South Wales (Australia). SCP-6790-1 is capable of vocalization and contains a complete match for the human genome. SCP-6790-1 is otherwise non-anomalous. Addendum 6790 I: Discovery SCP-6790 was discovered after an investigation into the abnormal disappearance of one Samuel Barlow on September 9th, 2020. An investigation was performed by the Foundation Investigation Department. The local police were amnesticized and dismissed. The investigation uncovered a small sample of SCP-6790 and SCP-6790-1 within the office of Mayor Barlow. Following an examination of the office, DNA samples were found, and the perpetrator was identified as Dean Conwell. The full supply of SCP-6790 was found after a raid on the before-mentioned individual's house. Addendum 6790 II: Recovered Conversation Log #hereisdado Hey uh, I hear you're the guy to call when you need something uh, medicine related? yes hello this is dado how may i be of help 2 u? Rrrright. So I have a bit of a problem yeah? So uh, there's this guy in town, real big shot around here. I was wondering if you could uh, get rid of him? u misunderstand dado no magic man, dado not make one dissapear No I mean like, could you maybe get a drug to get the guy from messing things up for a good long while yes yes dado vry good at making drug what kind of drug do u need Dude, I don't care. I just need something to make the guy duck off, once and for all yes ok dado is very much like a duck. dado see what he can do *fuck. Sorry, autocorrect. …Hello? With thanks to Tanhony and RevenHelix. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6790" by Machen2 and DrGooday, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6790. Licensed under CC-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: dadoduck.jpg Author: Machen2 License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative Of: Blue Sky, Dhaka, Bangladesh.jpg, Mallard drake .02.jpg Filename: powder.jpg Author: Siriusplot License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6791

esoteric-class

Item #: The Chosen One Special Containment Procedures: Jack Jones is an average teenage boy. He does not have many friends outside of Dennis (the class clown) and Mary (the shy girl). However, when a mysterious organization transports him to an isolated facility, he will learn just how important he is. Description: I always thought I was a little weird. I've never been able to pin down why. Other students at school don't see me as anything special. Only Dennis and Mary stay close to me. They must see something great about me. But when the Foundation came to pick me up from my house, I knew for certain that it was because I'm not like the other boys. They drove me to a large industrial-looking building deep in the forest. The guards gave me a friendly smile as we entered. The halls we walked through were bustling with activity, people in lab coats or heavy armor. I think I saw one person shoot a little fire from their hand, when no one else was looking. They caught my eye, and winked. Eventually we reached an empty room with a table, where another woman wearing a lab coat was sitting. She smiled, her glasses so clear it was like there weren't lenses in them. "Welcome," she said "to the Foundation." There was a pause, and I asked "The foundation of what?" She laughed, and replied "The Foundation of Humanity." She explained that this organization specialized in finding individuals who weren't quite "normal," taking them under their wing, and helping them control their "weirdness." "…Am I one of those "weird" individuals?" I asked. "Well, that's what we suspect. We'll certainly find out, won't we? Oh by the way, my name is Holly Berg." We shook hands. A guard led me to my room. We passed by many others, presumably holding other strange people behind them. Once we reached my place, I was surprised to see Dennis and Mary waiting for me. "Hey Jack," quipped Dennis. "We told the guards that we were wizards or something, and they let us in so we could stay with you." "Yeah," said Mary. "I would've missed you otherwise." She blushed. I hugged my friends. Together we would make the most of my stay here. Containment Report Item: Subject-6791-53 Containment: Success Equipment Malfunctions: 0 Containment Breaches: 1 Affected Personnel: 108 Additional Notes: The recorder appears to be working as intended. The effect it has on containment will be continually observed. Chapter 1: I woke up this morning refreshed, ready for whatever this place could teach me. Sometime later in the day a guard brought us some lunch. Dennis and Mary and I ate together. They seemed groggy, presumably from sleeping in. I don't blame them; yesterday was exhausting. Dennis joked while we ate. Mary surprised me by holding my hand. She smiled like I should have expected this. I felt something blossom in my chest. We went to bed a while later. What a day! Chapter 2: I woke up refreshed again, wondering when they would get back to me. We ate lunch, Mary holding my hand softly. Dennis wasn't as talkative today. I wonder if something is bothering him. Is he jealous of Mary and me? We went to bed. Chapter 3: For the first time I noticed a humming noise in the wall. If I put my fingers on it I could feel the smallest vibration. I wondered what kind of technology they had in this place. Mary's fingertips brushed the back of my hand during lunch. I looked towards her, but she wasn't even paying attention to me. "Mary?" She jolted, just a little. Her eyes flicked towards me, and she closed her hand around mine again. It looked like she was trying to smile. Actually, I realized that she hadn't stopped smiling until now. Interview Log: 6791-53-1 Interviewed: Subject-6791-53 Interviewer: Professor Hollë Berg Foreword: The effects of SCP-6791 have become negligible after 67 hours. As per standard procedure, at this stage Foundation researchers determined to perform an introductory interview with Subject-6791-53. <Begin Log> Berg: Hello Jack. Subject-6791-53: …Hi. Berg: …You don't seem as confident as you did our first meeting. Is something wrong? Subject-6791-53: Something… you seem different. No lab coat or glasses. Berg: I don't need glasses. Subject-6791-53: Also the halls… they aren't that busy. Not like that first day. Berg: I understand why that would disturb you. Silence for four seconds. Berg: To the point; I would like to explain how things will continue from here on out. As part of standard procedure, I will be interviewing you every few days or so for the purposes of research and ethics. You can ask me any questions you'd like, although the information I can give to you is limited. With time I will be permitted to give you more complete answers. Please be patient. Subject-6791-53: Alright… yeah I can do that. Berg: With that said, do you currently have any questions for me? Subject-6791-53: Yeah, um… when do we start? Berg: Start what? Subject-6791-53: Start, um… whatever you brought me here to do. Silence for three seconds. Berg: We have been setting up testing procedures. I can't tell you anything else right now. Subject-6791-53: Okay. Berg: Do you have any more questions? Subject-6791-53: …No. Berg: Okay. Now I have some questions for you. Would you like something in your containment chamber to keep you occupied? Subject-6791-53: No. Berg: Okay, next question… [Extraneous Material Removed] [End Log] Afterword: Subject-6791-53 has shown symptoms of prolonged connection to SCP-6791. Although it is unknown how long Subject-6791-53 will remain at the Foundation, attempts at recovery will be made in future interviews. Chapter 4: "I wanna go home." This was the first thing I heard from Dennis as I woke up. As well as that humming. It felt irritating. I sat up and turned to Dennis, but he wasn't speaking to me. At first I thought he was trying to speak through the door. But no, he was standing in his corner, rubbing his temples, like he had a headache. I couldn't believe it. This was it? He was abandoning me? Shrinking into a corner like a rat? His jealousy has gotten completely out of hand. During lunch we didn't speak. I didn't even look him in the eye. I could tell it was affecting him. I could hear him trying to repress his sobbing. No, it must have been laughing. He must have had a joke he wanted to share. Chapter 5: I realized shortly after waking up that I'd spent so much time feeling angry at Dennis yesterday that I hadn't payed attention to Mary. I realized, then, that I truly loved her, and now would be the best chance to confess. I could feel our connection, see us together for the rest of our lives. That's what Dennis couldn't understand. I hopped out of bed and approached Mary. She was still lying on the floor, but when I got close I could see she was awake. "Mary," I said. "I have something to tell you." Mary took a deep breath, and let it out with a whoosh. She stood up, rubbed her lower back, then turned to face me. I could see bags under her eyes. Was she awake all night thinking about me? And then she said: "No Jack, there's something you need to hear. I mean a lot you need to hear but… okay, I remember coming here. I remember talking to you. I remember lying on the floor for most of the time we've been here. But I don't remember ever… agreeing to any of it. I've no idea what was going through my head for the past few days. Except you. Things you were thinking. Just barely I could catch it. But otherwise it feels like I've been staring at a blank TV screen. This isn't fun Jack. I wanna be outside again. There's nothing for us here. Do whatever the fuck you did five days ago and make them let us go! She was out of breath now. It was only now I saw how horrible it must've been for her, when I was taken out of the test chamber for that interview. In here without me. I put my hand on her shoulder and said "Don't worry about me, I'll be-" She hit me on the cheek, and I stumbled back into the wall. The punch didn't hurt. The wall did. Things grew hazy, and began to tilt. I could hear Mary screaming at me, and Dennis completely breaking down in the corner. No, it must've been the other way around. And that humming. The humming was the last thing to follow me as I fell un- Interview Log: 6791-53-2 Interviewed: Subject-6791-53 Interviewer: Professor Hollë Berg Foreword: As this interview took place, subjects Dennis and Mary were removed from Subject-6791's containment chamber, amnesticized, and transported back to their families. A cover story surrounding a kidnapping was disseminated to their parents and the media. <Begin Log> [Extraneous Material Removed] Berg: How are your friends doing? Subject-6791-53: I don't think they're my friends anymore. Berg: Our guards thought they heard fighting yesterday. Can you describe your version of events for us? Subject-6791-53: They betrayed me. Berg: …Hm. That's all there is to it? Subject-6791-53: What else would there be? They just.. stopped acting like friends should. Berg: And what should friends do? Subject-6791-53: They should… smile to make you feel better, even when they're not happy. Hold your hand to support you. Make room for you in their life, be there for every step. And when you're gone… they miss you. Berg: Hm. Berg makes a note. [Extraneous Material Removed] Berg: Do you have any questions left for me before we wrap up? Subject-6791-53: …Yeah. This place is still very inactive. It's just so quiet outside the door to my room. Sometimes people pass by, but like… what was happening that first day? Berg checks something within her notebook. Berg: I'm forbidden from sharing information regarding your arrival. Subject-6791-53: Liar. Berg: Can you elaborate? Subject-6791-53: This place isn't friendly. No one here is, least of all you. You guys pretended this was a nice place to, to lock me away! Berg: I've never pretended to be your friend. Subject-6791-53: But you- Berg: Let me clarify as best I can: We could not have told you a lie you haven't already told yourself. <End Log> Chapter 6: What does yesterday's meeting mean? Are they gonna teach me how to use my powers soon? I have mind control powers. That's what she's suggesting. No it's not. They won't teach me. I'll have to learn how to use them by myself. I have to. But how will I- Chapter 7: There are other things here right? Others almost as super weird as me. They have to be. That's what this whole place is for. Containment. That's the word Holley used. They can't do that. I shouldn't be held back. No one should. Everyone else holds back. Mary and Dennis held back their real feelings for me. And Holley has others here locked up. That's not… democratic. It's un-American. I need to be the liberator. A liberator from what? It's not just Holley, it's not just this place, there's something bigger, a- Chapter 8: It's a simulation. All of it. That's what Holley was trying to say. A lie. A simulation. Created to keep me in check. I'll break it. There's a glitch somewhere. It's in this building. It's in this room. It's in me. It's all me. It's… …Something wrong with me. An aside: Protagonists are sometimes expected to be the most interesting characters in the universes they inhabit. Given this, they often grapple prominently with what are considered "universal experiences" (i.e love, death, family, etc.). It is side characters who are more passionate about average interests. Consider the amount of eccentric scientists, quirky artists, and wise old professors who tag along with the main character. But isn't there a paradox here that is easy to fall into? Aren't universal experiences (freedom, lies, abandonment, etc.) what should be considered as average interests, being most likely what the average person would be interested in? If the protagonist only comes to grips with these universal experiences, do they not neglect everything else that life can offer them (and by extension, what they can offer the reader)? How many cases are there where side characters become more beloved than the main character? In attempting to make the protagonist more interesting, can this only lead to the protagonist becoming as uninteresting as possible? Chapter 10: I lay in bed. The guard brings lunch. Nothing happens. No one comes to get me. That sound in the wall. Some footsteps passing by. Interview Log: 6791-53-3 Interviewed: Subject-6791-53 Interviewer: Professor Hollë Berg <Begin Log> [Extraneous Material Removed] Berg: Did you know you were a fan of model trains? Subject-6791-53: …Why would I be? Berg notes something down. Subject-6791-53: Model trains are boring. Who still has a model train? Berg: There's a large model train set we observed in your basement. Subject-6791-53: That must be someone else's. Berg: Who else's would it be? Subject-6791-53: I don't know. Berg: Jack, we know you don't live alone. It's not even possible, you're 14. Silence for four seconds. Berg: Jack, do you remember your parents? Silence for seven seconds. Berg: I'm trying to establish what you think you know, Jack. What about Mary and Dennis? Subject-6791-53: What about them? Berg: How long do you think you've known them? Subject-6791-53: My whole life. Friends forever, until they… until I did something. I guess. Berg: Dennis only joined your school a year ago. There's no evidence that you ever spent time with Mary until recently. Subject-6791-53: No that's, I remember we- Subject-6791-53 swallows hard. Subject-6791-53 is quiet for 14 seconds. Subject-6791-53 rests its head on the table. Subject-6791-53 sobs. Subject-6791-53: What's important about me? Silence for six seconds. Berg: …Tell you what: I'll talk to the rest of the research team. If it goes well, you'll receive a document tomorrow evening that will give you some answers. Subject-6791-53 raises its head and looks at Berg. <End Log> Afterword: When Berg was asked why she would make such an offer to Subject-6791-53, her only response was "I think it would be beneficial for us to see whether or not SCP-6791 responds to this information." Berg's proposal has yet to be approved or rejected. Chapter 11: Nothing arrived in the evening. At least I think it's been evening. Lunch was a while ago. Model trains? It has to be a lie. It's not the fifties anymore. No one's buying model trains anymore, let alone selling them. Even imagining it makes me cringe. The landscape is a mossy green. The houses are empty. All those little model people. None of them do anything. None of them are important. No one's even driving the train. It moves on its own. That's all that happens. Chapter 12: When I woke up I saw a piece of paper lying by the door. It must have arrived late last night. Or maybe I went to bed early. Item #: 6791 Special Containment Procedures: The current subject of SCP-6791 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber. A Scranton reality anchor is to be active adjacent to SCP-6791's containment chamber, as well as Dr. Hollë Berg's specialized receiver. If SCP-6791 moves to a new subject, Foundation agents are to continuously sweep nearby populated areas for abnormal Hume levels. Once the new host of SCP-6791 is located, personnel within the nearest Foundation facility are to make preparations to ensure that no incidents take place while SCP-6791 is being escorted to the premises. When preparations are complete, agents are authorized to act. Individuals who arrive as a result of SCP-6791 are to be kept until they are confirmed to no longer be under SCP-6791's influence. Description: SCP-6791 is a non-corporeal and parasitic entity. SCP-6791 pairs itself with individuals for various lengths of time, primarily within the cranial area of the current host (known hereafter as Subject-6791). SCP-6791's foremost effect is slightly lowering the Hume levels within and around Subject-6791. While reality cannot be significantly altered within these conditions, SCP-6791 is capable of making incremental alterations to the neurology of both Subject-6791 and nearby individuals Subject-6791 is aware of. This manifests as behavioral changes within all subjects involved. These changes can become evident almost immediately, but will take an increasingly longer time to wear off in proportion to how long a subject is exposed. While it is not Subject-6791 who is consciously manipulating reality, the behavioral changes to other individuals often reflect the desires or beliefs of Subject-6791. However, Subject-6791 is also the most affected by SCP-6791, with extreme cases leaving evidence of trace neurological degradation. The results are primarily a loss of interest, personality, and empathy. If exposed for long enough, alterations to Subject-6791's neurology can be permanent. SCP-6791 appears instinctive rather than intelligent. While SCP-6791 is assumed to be capable of understanding spoken language, it does not respond to any attempts at communication. SCP-6791, given time, will always begin searching for a new host; however, testing has revealed that SCP-6791 often leaves the current host quicker if they are in Foundation custody. It is yet unknown if this is required for SCP-6791's survival, or what resource SCP-6791 gains from its hosts. Under Foundation surveillance, SCP-6791 has had 53 known hosts. Dr. Berg's recording device is able to pick up micro-fluctuations stemming from SCP-6791, which have consistently been translated into comprehensible messages. These often take the form of descriptions of daily events. However, given how difficult it can be to communicate with Subject-6791, it is unclear if this inner monologue is that of SCP-6791 or of Subject-6791. Chapter 12: 53 isn't even an interesting number. Chapter 13: The door to my cell was hanging open. I left, wandering through the halls to see if I could find anyone. I'd thought they had been unpopulated before; now I couldn't find a single person. Not at the desk. Not in the lounges. Nobody in the other cells (though they were all in different shapes and sizes, and held all kinds of shocking objects). Not even the security cameras appeared to be watching me, though I guess I have no way of knowing. As I walked, wallpaper appeared on the wall. It was ugly, striped a muddy green and yellow. I saw a few photos framed on the walls, of skies and starry nights. I wondered when the people here had finally decided to decorate. Finally, I came to a room outside of which sat a massive pile of assorted things. Magazines. Photo albums of people I didn't know. Small train tracks. A box of matches. I would've walked around it if I hadn't heard movement from inside. Squeezing past and peeking through, I could see someone pacing back and forth on the opposite end of a table with a chair. The room was otherwise empty, though two of the walls had gaping holes that opened up to flat cement faces. I entered. Interview Log: Interviewed: Jack Jones Interviewer: SCP-6791 <Begin Log> Jack: Hello? SCP-6791: And I entered, but no one was there. Jack: Hello? Can you hear me? SCP-6791: That is when it truly set in. Jack: I need you to listen. Please. SCP-6791: It was only me. I am alone forever. An individual only has themselves at the end of the day. I think, therefore I am, therefore no one else is. Jack: I don't, I just… SCP-6791: Perhaps it is for the best, to be wandering these corridors forever, finally alone with this constant state of wondering, of claustrophobia. Jack is silent, collapsing into the chair at the table. SCP-6791: This is for the best. What have I to learn from others? What have I to learn from myself? Jack: I wish I knew who you were. I wish I knew who I was. SCP-6791: All one can know is what they don't know. Jack: I treated Dennis and Mary differently than I treated Hollë. I feel like two different people in front of them. Which one am I? Are Dennis and Mary different people when they're away from me? Are they happier? SCP-6791: And what they don't know, what I don't know, must be accepted, and pretending to know is a crime everyone is guilty of… Jack: …You know all of a sudden I've realized that Hollë was right. I'd never spoken to Mary. I wanted to date her, but I know nothing about her. I think someone told me I should start searching for a girlfriend, so I picked her. That was it. SCP-6791: … And yet… Jack: And Dennis might've been new to school, but he really was hilarious. He made a lot of friends quick. After the first month many people just laughed instinctively after he spoke. I laughed too, but I was always at a distance. SCP-6791: A brief time ago I was confronted with the question of keeping a protagonist interesting. Jack: The school janitor. I don't know why I remember him, but I do. I liked watching him mop. He obviously didn't enjoy it though. SCP-6791: I've never read a book. I've interest in what's real, not what's fictional. And yet, this question I wondered out loud. I shouted it through the corridors, but my passion only echoed back at me. Why did this catch my attention? Jack: Train conductors. Construction workers at the intersection down the road. They're only out at night. Joggers. That one art teacher who's always at the workshop. Random people through the windows of their cars. SCP-6791: I've tried so many rooms. I've torn down walls, cleared out junk, tried connecting as many quarters in these endlessly confusing halls as possible. I spend all hours trying to create the one truly universal room. No hallways, no doorways, none of these pointless trivialities or artifacts. One floor, four walls, one ceiling. And to add to the difficulty, these barriers suddenly start appearing. Jack: Not my parents, though. All these memories coming back, and I can't remember them. "Permanent," I think is what the document said. "Behavioral changes." Maybe at that time I'd wanted to forget them. And so they forgot me. And we spent so much time in the same house, yet in completely different rooms, that we can no longer go back. Or maybe it's only me. SCP-6791: But then, for the first time, I hear someone screaming from the other side. Screaming Bloody Mary about the outdoors and TV screens. And just like that, it stopped. And even though I've been alone for all of my existence, for the first time ever, I feel lonely. SCP-6791 places a hand on the cement face. Jack: That damn humming. SCP-6791: That damn humming. Jack sobs. Jack: Is this my fault? SCP-6791: I think I've made a grave mistake. Jack: I can't say I didn't want any of this. Because at some point I did. SCP-6791: For all I've torn down and burned, I've found no answers, come no closer, haven't even found a clear direction. Jack: I let it in. It didn't have to go this far, but I let it. SCP-6791: For all the walls that divide, there are a thousand small things that can allow two separate rooms to connect. SCP-6791 approaches the pile at the door and picks up a miniature train track with one hand and the box of matches in the other. Jack stands up. SCP-6791 considers throwing the matches down the hall as far as they can. But, knowing that they won't go far, SCP-6791 does the practical thing and swallows the entire box. Jack approaches the door to leave. SCP-6791 turns around. Jack stops directly in front of SCP-6791, noticing again their presence. The two of them are chest to chest, and for the first time they are looking each other in the eyes. It would be nice for Jack to awake within his chamber, or for Berg to enter and provide an analysis of events, so that Jack could be reminded that fortunately everything in the real world makes more sense than this. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6791" by LittleFieryOne, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6791. Licensed under CC-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-6792

euclid

Item#: 6792 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Chairs in Terminal B8 of Johnson City International Airport, site of SCP-6792. Photographed 1996/09/09 following incident. Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation monitoring facility was established at Johnson City International Airport in 1981 for the purpose of safeguarding the heavily trafficked facility from local anomalies. This facility now serves the dual purpose of monitoring the site for instances of SCP-6792. Foundation operatives will monitor airport correspondence for any signs of anomalous phenomena. All potentially anomalous items will be confiscated by Foundation operatives. If a Foundation operative encounters SCP-6792-1, standard observation and security procedures for Euclid-class anomalies will be observed. If possible, the safe capture and containment of SCP-6792-1 will be carried out. Description: SCP-6792 is a localized phenomenon occurring on the premises of Johnson City International Airport (JCIA) in Johnson City, Ohio, United States. The anomaly was first recorded in 1993, but is believed to have been active since at least 1989. The most recent instance of SCP-6792 occurred in 2013. The most notable instance of SCP-6792 is a humanoid entity, henceforth SCP-6792-1. This entity has been encountered by several individuals over the course of a roughly 14-year time frame. While most of these encounters have been dismissed as dreams by their witnesses, the recurrent nature of encounters with SCP-6792-1 has warranted its classification as a distinct entity. It is unknown whether SCP-6792-1 causes the SCP-6792 phenomenon as a whole, or is merely a byproduct thereof. Due to the infrequent nature of SCP-6792 instances, substantial research on this subject is lacking. Addendum I: Recorded instances of SCP-6792. 19 January 1993: Gary Hardy (59), a senior custodian, resigned after nine years of employment at JCIA, citing poor treatment by other staff members. In his letter of resignation, one of Hardy’s grievances was the allegation that “someone has been changing the clocks every few nights for past three years, and I have to keep changing them back.” He denied mechanical failure as a possible factor, mentioning that all of the clocks invariably stopped at 10:03. Foundation operatives investigated Hardy’s claims and confirmed they were the result of neither mechanical failure nor human interference. Other airport employees and passengers have since reported clocks and watches stopping at 10:03 within the premises of the airport, sometimes resulting in flight delays. 8 September 1996: During major renovations of the airport’s south wing, workers of the Miller-Bryant construction company removed a row of seats from Terminal B8. The following morning, the seats were found in the terminal, with no evidence of their previous removal. Several more attempts were made to remove the seats, all resulting in the same phenomenon. No workers claimed responsibility for returning the seats, but construction supervisor Wayne Jackson (45) filed a disciplinary review to his superiors regarding what he believed to be an elaborate prank perpetrated by his employees. 10 July 1997: Jessica Lacombe (36), a domestic passenger from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, turned in an outdated Pioneer Airlines plane ticket to the airport’s lost and found. Lacombe claimed to have found the ticket on the floor near Concourse B. The ticket, dated 3 March 1989, was for an international departure flight to Cork, Ireland and belonged to a passenger named John Pensacola. The ticket was later confiscated by Foundation operatives.1 20 December 1999: First recorded encounter with SCP-6792-1. See Addendum II. 29 January 2000: Shortly before the morning opening of the terminals, a twin-sized bed and accompanying nightstand were discovered in Concourse B by airport employees. In the drawer of the nightstand was a small postcard of the town of Colmar, France, with a handwritten note reading “You’d love the cocoa here, Mary. Wish you were here!” The objects were removed, and later confiscated by Foundation operatives. 30 October 2003: Aneko Ishikawa (65), an international passenger from Niigata, Japan, reported that she heard a child’s scream within a stall in a women’s restroom on Concourse A. When Ishikawa approached the stall, the sound immediately ceased. She claimed to have found no one inside the stall. Ishikawa later complained to airport employees that the restroom was “haunted,” and demanded financial restitution due to her fragile heart condition. While the veracity of Ishikawa’s testimony was questioned, several other individuals in the area also reported hearing a scream. 23 March 2006: Second recorded encounter with SCP-6792-1. See Addendum II. 21 August 2009: Air traffic control operator Michael Fitzgerald (40) received a transmission allegedly originating from an incoming flight. Fitzgerald described the signal as “choppy and mostly incoherent,” which he believed to be due to poor weather conditions at the time. The man on the transmission claimed to be piloting Pioneer Airlines Flight 331 from Cork, Ireland, which was scheduled for arrival at 10:03 PM at Terminal B8. Fitzgerald informed the pilot that no flight was scheduled to arrive at the specified time and terminal. He reported that the audible condition of the transmission worsened at this point, but the pilot sounded confused and annoyed. The signal was lost moments later. A subsequent Foundation inquiry found that Flight 331 had arrived more than twenty years prior on May 4, 1989. Its pilot, Brian Powell (now retired), was contacted by the Foundation, but denied any knowledge of anomalous events surrounding the flight, including his alleged conversation with Fitzgerald. 29 April 2011: Mae Scott (11), an international passenger from Vancouver, Canada travelling with her mother, discovered a handwritten inscription beneath one of the seats in Terminal B3. The inscription read “I promise I won’t say I miss you. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.” 22 November 2013: Third recorded encounter with SCP-6792-1. See Addendum II. Addendum II: Testimonies of SCP-6792-1 encounters. Encounter 1: Hughes, Monica R. Hughes (19), a resident of Tampa, Florida, arrived at JCIA on 20 December 1999 for a connecting flight to Spokane, Washington to visit relatives for the holidays. She submitted the following testimony to Foundation operatives: “I had fallen asleep at the terminal while waiting for my flight to arrive, and when I woke up - or thought I woke up - there was no one else there. The whole terminal was deserted. At first, I was worried that I’d missed my flight or something, so I tried to find someone to ask about the time, since my watch didn’t seem to be working. But when I walked around, there was no one else in the whole building. Every other room was dark, and I was really worried that the airport had closed or something. I was kind of panicking at this point, but that was when I saw someone down one of the halls. When I tried to approach them, they ran away. I’m pretty sure it was a little girl, but it was hard to tell since it was mostly dark. I followed her through a lot of the building trying to call out to her, since I thought she was lost. But then she ran off into this huge, dark room at the end of the concourse, and I admittedly got too scared to follow her. I don’t know how to describe it, something just felt wrong. That was when I woke up, back in the terminal like nothing had happened. That’s really all it was.” Encounter 2: Sutherland, James H. Sutherland (30), a local resident, was departing from Terminal A5 for a domestic flight to Cleveland, Ohio on 23 March 2006 for business purposes. He submitted the following testimony to Foundation operatives: “I was sleeping. The flight had been delayed since it was pouring rain outside. I was already in my seat. It was crowded, there was this old guy sitting next to me, with his wife. But when I fell asleep, I dreamt that the whole plane was empty. It was still raining, and instead of an old man, there was a kid next to me. She looked like she was maybe in fourth grade. I didn’t really question why she was there, since I figured she was just another passenger. But I didn’t get why the plane was empty, and thought maybe they were moving everyone to a different flight. But nobody showed up. I tried to ask the kid where her parents were, but she didn’t seem to want to talk to me. She looked really sad, and I was worried maybe she was lost, but she just wouldn’t say anything to me. I’m not good with kids, so I guess I had a hard time saying anything. Eventually, she spoke up kind of quietly, and said something about waiting for someone. I thought maybe it was her mom or dad, like they’d left her and promised they’d be back soon, but she wouldn’t answer. Then she just started crying, really quietly, stuffing her face into her sweater. It was hard to watch. It was like I wasn’t even there, like she didn’t even acknowledge me. That’s the last thing I remember when I woke up. I know it was a dream, but a part of me still feels guilty for not helping her find whoever she was waiting for.” Encounter 3: Perez, Antonio M. Perez (52), a Mexican immigrant and airport custodian, encountered SCP-6792-1 on 22 November 2013 during nightly cleaning of Terminal B8. He submitted the following testimony to Foundation operatives: “She was very small, wearing a sweater too large for her own body. I saw her at the terminal, by the old chairs. She was just standing there in the dark, and staring at me. Staring with accusation. La niña was all by herself. I asked her if she was lost, but she shook her head, told me she was waiting for him, but that he had been gone too long. I did not know who he was, but she pointed at me, and said “You killed him. You killed him, you killed him, you all killed him”. Then she fell to her knees, and curled up into a ball like a sad little kitten, and said that it was all her fault. She said she kept her promise but now it was too late. She said she’d already forgotten, and was sad. She said "We were always going to end up alone." And then… she was gone. Like she had never been there at all. Una niña perdida. If you find her, tell her I meant her no harm, and tell her that I am sorry.” Perez also reported that he had found a small stuffed bunny in the terminal shortly after his encounter with SCP-6792-1. The item was confiscated by Foundation operatives. A single strand of human hair, not belonging to Perez, was found on the item. Addendum III: Supplementary investigations. Following the testimonies given by individuals who had encountered SCP-6792-1, Foundation operatives began a search for information pertaining to the possible history of the entity. A human hair found on the item recovered by Antonio Perez was cross-referenced with Foundation databases and traced to Mary Levy (33), a former local resident who moved to Austin, Texas in July 1990. Photographs recovered of Levy during her childhood matched the descriptions given by Perez and James Sutherland of SCP-6792-1. Levy was interviewed by Foundation operatives on 6 December 2013. She confirmed that she had visited the airport on several occasions during her childhood, but stressed that she and her family had moved away decades ago, and they were very faint memories. Levy is currently married and has two children. When asked about John Pensacola during her interview with Foundation operatives, Levy denied any knowledge of Pensacola or personal relation to him. She requested that the Foundation not contact her or her family again. Footnotes 1. The Foundation investigated John Pensacola, the individual whose name was found on the ticket recovered by Lacombe. The same name appeared in a local police investigation dated 29 November 1989, in which a body had been found on the side of Route 269 with severe burn marks and numerous lacerations and blunt traumas. Police identified the body as Pensacola. 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SCP-6793

esoteric-class

COGNITIVE SIGNATURE OF DESIGNATION SCP-6793 UNKNOWN. EXISTENCE OBSTRUCTED. Billith Folie à Deux Written by Billith. If you liked this article, you'll probably like: SCP-7396 Billith's Proposal SCP-5541 SCP-2921 ITEM# 6793 LEVEL:IV SECRET CONTAINMENT TYPE: cernunnos SECONDARY CLASS: numen DISRUPTION LEVEL: dark RISK LEVEL: notice link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level4 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Containment of SCP-6793 has not been deemed feasible. Inherent logistical and practical limitations involved hamper Foundation testing and research efforts. Proposed containment strategies for SCP-6793 include: Creating permanent overcast weather conditions, either through dynamic rendering of weather patterns over impacted regions or for the entirety of Earth itself Building an artificial sky around the planet and assuming control of all flight operations on Earth Building a Dyson sphere around the Sun and harvesting majority of Mercury for use in creating a containment area/separating panel large enough to obscure the view of SCP-6793 from Earth Utilizing various possible strategies to increase light pollution in the solar system such that observing SCP-6793 is impossible Testing with SCP-6793 is no longer permitted. As of 10/23/2040, SCP-6793 is classified Cernunnos-Numen.1 DESCRIPTION: SCP-6793 is the designation for a one-dimensional tangent that runs at an oblique angle throughout the observable (and presumed entire) universe. This tangent, hypothesized to be an atypical cosmic string, exists on an angle that briefly intercepts interplanetary space, on the far side of the asteroid belt. SCP-6793 is only visible due to its perceived brightness, although measurements taken imply the anomaly emits no photons, radiation, or energy/particles of any known type and thus lacks luminance altogether. SCP-6793 is not tangible and cannot be "deactivated"; intersecting portions of the anomaly does not discretely extinguish it. This is presumed homogenous for the entirety of SCP-6793's length but has yet to be confirmed. If a living creature's brain intersects with SCP-6793, varying sensory phenomena occurs. This is shown to be dependent on which part of the brain is receiving "stimuli", though experimentation has concluded that optimal results occur when SCP-6793 is intersecting a human subject's temporal and right parietal lobe simultaneously. The anomaly contains information that is conveyed via an unknown medium, despite no outward emission of detectable forces. Experimentation has revealed SCP-6793 is capable of causing atrophy and lesions in certain brain structures due to prolonged exposure and/or application to other parts of the brain, however, no maximum exposure duration or risk factors have been identified. Occasionally, SCP-6793 will flicker and dim for a variable amount of time. The anomaly will then cease for roughly eight hours and thirty minutes, resuming shortly thereafter. ADDENDUM 6793-1A: DISCOVERY In March of 2035, the Foundation's Astrophysical Anomalies Department proposed the construction of Research Contact Station TYCHO, a long-term observatory and rendezvous point orbiting the dwarf planet Ceres. RCS TYCHO's mission hierarchy was described as follows: I. Establish a stable, persistent point of contact within the asteroid belt, expanding the Foundation's reach, research, and response capabilities. II. Investigate the composition of Ceres and surrounding minor bodies within the asteroid belt for resources, practicality of human habitation, and potential for extraterrestrial life.2 III. Construct an orbital tether3 between RCS TYCHO and Ceres, should conditions allow for such. Map of inner solar system, including relative locations of SCP-6793, Ceres, and RCS TYCHO. Click to enlarge. ✖ This proposal was approved on 03/28/2035 by a majority vote of the O5 Council, under advisement from the Emergent Threat Tactical Response Authority (ETTRA). On 06/02/2037, a preliminary base of operations was established in orbit of Ceres, where SCP-6793's existence came to light. The anomaly's nature was not known until the events of interaction with a small, unmanned probe containing a biomechanical artificially intelligent conscript, Ponyo.aic. A record of this interaction can be found below. ADDENDUM 6793-1B: INITIAL INTERACTION REPORT INTERVIEWER: Ponyo.aic INTERVIEWEE: SCP-6793 BEGIN LOG Ponyo.aic approaches SCP-6793. Anomaly does not react. The probe opens lines of communication using various methodologies. PONYO.AIC: [via shortwave radio] HELLO? PONYO.AIC: [via pulses of light, communicated in binary] CAN YOU SEE ME? PONYO.AIC [via micro-gravitational disturbances, communicated in Morse code] RESPOND? Nothing happens. After approximately one minute, the probe drifts closer to SCP-6793, partially intersecting the tangent. PONYO.AIC: [unintelligible distortion] Connection with Ponyo.aic is severed. When comms are reestablished 735 ms later, the craft is initiating an emergency maneuver away from SCP-6793. PONYO.AIC: [reporting] OBSERVATION OF DESIGNATION SCP-6793 RESTRICTED? UNKNOWN. VIEW OBSTRUCTED. PONYO.AIC: [reporting] DESIGNATION SCP-6793 OF UNKNOWN COMPOSITION. SENSORS OBSTRUCTED. PONYO.AIC: [reporting] COGNITIVE SIGNATURE OF DESIGNATION SCP-6793 UNKNOWN. EXISTENCE OBSTRUCTED. Probe's internal systems malfunction and subsequently cease all activity. END LOG ADDENDUM 6793-2: EXPERIENTIAL DATA Following Addendum 6793-1B, RCS TYCHO Operations Staff requested three D-Class Personnel for testing purposes. While the request was being fulfilled, onsite personnel utilized lab mice grown from cryogenically-frozen embryos to gain insight into SCP-6793's effects on biological organisms. Tests were carried out using a self-stabilizing research shuttle launched from RCS TYCHO. TEST # SUBJECT RESULT 6793-A One lab mouse (Mus musculus) Distress. Alterations to consciousness. NOTES: One minute exposure. Subject's blood contained elevated levels of corticosterone and was unsteady for several hours following test. 6793-B One lab mouse (Mus musculus) Distress. Alterations to consciousness. Reduced awareness. NOTES: One minute exposure. Similar elevations of corticosterone and motor impairment observed. Subject expressed difficulty completing simple maze after test. 6793-C One lab mouse (Mus musculus), subdermal cranial implant with RFID-enabled data transfer. Distress. Cessation of brain activity. NOTES: Thirty seconds exposure. Cause of death unknown, possibly as a result of implant. Visual sensory data interpolated from subject shows swirling colors and bright flashes; more testing is required. 6793-F One D-Class Personnel (D-0129) Panic. Alterations to consciousness. Aphasia.4 NOTES: One minute exposure. D-0129 could not speak for ~90 minutes following test, expressed discomfort and nausea. Subject described color and bright lights. Noted a profound sense of multiplicity, overwhelming confusion, and claimed to have temporarily lost the ability to recall long-term memories. 6793-G One D-Class Personnel (D-0129) Awe. Alterations to consciousness. Aphasia. Agnosia.5 NOTES: Five minutes exposure. D-0129 could not speak for several hours following test, struggled to acknowledge questioner, becoming distracted by immersive visual phenomena. Described sense of heightened awareness upon restoration of speech functions, although the inverse was observed. Subject could not describe hallucinatory phenomena; retrofitted with a subdermal cranial implant capable of RFID-enabled data transfer. 6793-H One D-Class Personnel (D-0129), subdermal cranial implant with RFID-enabled data transfer. Awe. Distress. Alterations to consciousness. Agnosia. Focal to bilateral tonic-clonic seizure. NOTES: Thirty seconds exposure. D-0129's eyes were observed glancing about room but did not acknowledge testing personnel. Subject lapsed into convulsions shortly into test and did not recover. Effects otherwise similar to 6793-G. Transferred data conveys imagery of celestial bodies condensing and rotating. Heavy static distorts the visual feed. 6793-L One D-Class Personnel (D-5863) Panic. Distress. Alterations to consciousness. Aphasia. Agnosia. Cotard's delusion.6 NOTES: Ten minutes exposure. Subject could not speak for over twelve hours, failing to react to external stimuli during this period. D-5863 vehemently rejected his own existence when able to communicate. Effect persisted for a week. Subject refused to elaborate on nature of visions but displayed symptoms of PTSD and anthropophobia; retrofitted with subdermal cranial implant. 6793-M One D-Class Personnel (D-5863), subdermal cranial implant with RFID-enabled data transfer. Panic. Alterations to consciousness. Extreme fear. Lasting aversion to biological life. NOTES: Ten seconds exposure. Subject experienced epistaxis but remained conscious and capable of testing. Visual feed distorted, depicted rapid planetary colonization. Organisms observed achieving full control over their host star and beginning interstellar colonization towards their galactic center. More advanced and/or distant colonies begin construction of propulsive megastructures. 6793-N One D-Class Personnel (D-5863), subdermal cranial implant with RFID-enabled data transfer. Panic. Alterations to consciousness. Extreme fear. Sense of dread, impending doom. Syncope. NOTES: Fifteen seconds exposure. Subject became distressed and fearful of RCS TYCHO personnel. Refused to cooperate with interviewer and required frequent sedation. Visual feed distorted similarly to previous tests, depicted technologically-assisted CK-Class Reality Restructuring Event of unknown magnitude, the locus of which being the supermassive black hole within their respective galactic center. Organisms seen coalescing. 6793-U One D-Class Personnel (D-5863), subdermal cranial implant with RFID-enabled data transfer. Pain. Panic. Alterations to consciousness. Impending doom. Cessation of brain activity. NOTES: Ten seconds exposure. Subject screamed and thrashed violently for duration of test, expired shortly afterwards. Vocalizations suggested violent assault of unknown nature. Cause of death determined to be cerebral hemorrhage. 6793-V One D-Class Personnel (D-6731) Extreme pain. Panic. Alterations to consciousness. Syncope. NOTES: Subject behaved in a manner similar to previous test, which was aborted after five seconds of exposure as SCP-6793 began to flicker and dim. Anomaly ceased twenty seconds later and did not resume for eight hours and thirty-three minutes. Described visual phenomena as [REMOVED]. 6793-W One D-Class Personnel (D-6731) Distress. Alterations to consciousness. Nausea. NOTES: Two minutes exposure. Subject disoriented, described bursts of color and bright lights. Noted a profound sense of multiplicity that faded rapidly, overwhelming confusion and an accompanying paresthesia akin to many sensations at once. Subject monitored for long term detrimental impacts, none were found. Experimentation halted as per request of ETTRA memorandum while the O5 Council was provided findings and consulted for best course of action. Subsequent test results have deviated little from this lifecycle. Due to possible disadvantageous effects stemming from theological awareness of SCP-6793's nature, testing has been suspended indefinitely. SCP-6793 reclassified with sub-designation Numen. All research into novel transcendent eigentechnology following Addendum 6793-2 should be deemed coincidental and irrelevant to the nature of the anomaly. Footnotes 1. Containment of anomaly pertaining to a demiurge is possible, albeit logistically difficult to the point of being impractical. 2. Ceres is the largest source of water in the inner solar system other than Earth. Radioactive isotopes and distance from Sol make the body possible home to microbial life. 3. Comprised of interlocking carbon nanowire bundles. 4. Inability to understand written/spoken language. 5. Inability to recognize external stimuli. 6. Denial of self-existence. END OF FILE More From This Author More From This Author Billith's Works SCPs SCP-3311 • SCP-6768 • SCP-2719-J • SCP-4888 • SCP-8190 • SCP-3545 • SCP-2921 • SCP-META-EX-J • SCP-7549 • SCP-????-J • SCP-3315 • SCP-7396 • SCP-5861 • SCP-8808 • SCP-1822 • Tales/GoI Formats Redact Your Life • Your Future is Bright • A Recording of Prometheus Innovations' Pitch for the Scranton Encabulator Mk VI, and the Ramifications of its Existence • A Place To Call Your Home • Holes • On The Nature Of Conscious Experience or How I Learned to Love Myself • OPULENCE • Narrativistics and You: Abandoning the Notion of Fiction vs. Non-Fiction • Spiral the Drain • Other Sr. Researcher James A. Harkness' Personnel File • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6793" by Billith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6793. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6794

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Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/6794 LEVEL 2/6794 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6794 Euclid Warehouse (see Addendum 6794.2) SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Extant cases of SCP-6794 are currently believed to have been eradicated. Recovered victims of SCP-6794 are held in a standard biohazardous material containment chamber, and any interaction must be cleared by the on-site HMCL supervisor. Reports of isolated deaths and mangled corpses in the greater Washington state area are to be investigated for possible SCP-6794 resurgence. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6794 is a virulent anomalous contagion in the Seattle-Washington area. The source, vectors, and incubation period of SCP-6794 are unknown; investigation has discovered that initial victims shared close work or social relations, implying an aspect of physical proximity to transmission. SCP-6794 was first classified in March of 2015 with the discovery of the corpse of Alex Hurley. SCP-6794 begins affecting the human body some time after initial transmission. Progression is divided into two phases. PHASE I: Victims will notice a slight stiffness in their joints, resulting in inhibited and painful motion. However, this is insignificant enough to usually be dismissed as a muscle ache or cramp. Victims will continue to go about their daily schedules, unwittingly spreading the contagion to other individuals. Victims will also display a desire to remain indoors, and an attraction to fire. The relevance of these behaviors is unclear. Victims will send strange, delirious messages to close friends and family via SMS messages or emails, though never in person (See Addendum 6794.3). This phase will last for approximately one to two weeks, throughout which the level of pain will slowly increase. PHASE II: Victims will fully retreat to a private location, generally their home but occasionally semi-secluded public areas such as broom closets or ceiling crawlspaces in their workplace. They will remain here for one to two hours in silence, unmoving but shuddering slightly. Minutes before the folding begins, they will remove all of their clothes, shoes, and accessories, neatly fold them, and place them nearby. Over the following 12 hours, the victim's body will fold in half one to four times. The number of folds appears to be related to the proximity to the index case/patient zero; victims with more folds are higher up in the chain of infection. This process was used to determine the chronological series of infections, and locate the index case (See Addendum 6794.1, 6794.2). The folding process results in massive internal trauma, bleeding, and disintegration of bone tissue. Folding occurs across a center axis; the first axis of folding is on the transverse plane across the waist, the second is on the sagittal plane between the legs, etc. Despite the immense pain, no coworkers or neighbors reported any strange noises in the timespans when the victims would have been folding. It is unknown whether victims remain alive through this process, as all victims have been discovered postmortem. Addendum 6794.1 VICTIM LOGS ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Full victim logs available at RAISA file request; this log represents what is believed to be the primary chain of infection. Victim: Alex Hurley, 12 Relationship to previous victim: N/A State of Corpse: Folded 1 time across waist. Cause of death was aphyxiation after spinal cord was snapped in half along with vertebrae L2-L5. Location of Discovery: Inside ceiling crawlspace of Harding Wells Middle School. Body recovered before decomposition set in. Victim: Sarah Trizun, 31 Relationship to previous victim: Teacher. State of Corpse: Folded 2 times; across waist, then in half across spine. Cause of death was massive internal bleeding. Most major bones shattered inside body. Location of Discovery: Inside bathtub within apartment shared with sister. Bathtub was filled with a few inches of water, and 35 scented candles. Authorities alerted by smoke detectors sounding for several hours uninterrupted. Victim: Sabrina Trizun, 28 Relationship to previous victim: Younger sister. State of Corpse: Folded 3 times; across waist, in half across spine, presumably in half again twice. Detailed analysis impossible; see below. Location of Discovery: Inside 2009 Honda Civic, registered to victim. Inexplicably, the body was removed from under the hood of the vehicle pressed between the wheelbase and the engine block, where it would be impossible for the victim to have fit prior to folding. The engine had been running for at least an hour, melting off much of the victim's skin and charring the underlying bone, producing large amounts of smoke. As a result of these factors coupled with the traumatic fold, the body functionally disintegrated after being removed from the engine block, making an autopsy impossible. Victim: Marcus Moskovich, 34 Relationship to previous victim: Boyfriend. State of Corpse: Folded 4 times. REDACTED Location of Discovery: Located throughout his home's plumbing system. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 6794.2 INCIDENT 6794.1 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Investigation into Marcus Moskovich's affairs revealed that Moskovich's bank account had been receiving regular payments for 17 months from an encrypted address, which he had been using to pay the rent on a small warehouse in Seattle. The remainder of the funds were used to arrange monthly shipping of unidentified 'construction materials' from the warehouse, to Seattle's harbor, to Shenzhen, China. A fireteam from MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") was dispatched to investigate the warehouse. Upon arrival, personnel noted the warehouse was filled with small metal containers hooked up to life support equipment and sealed shut. Initial counts estimated roughly 40 to 50 of such containers. Personnel forced several of the boxes open, revealing each contained a small cube of flesh, covered in a tight layer of skin and hair, measuring 8-9 cm and floating in a suspension of a substance later determined to be synthetic amniotic fluid. Personnel reported a soft, high-pitched ejection of air sounding from each of the cubes. Analysis is ongoing. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 6794.3 EVIDENCE RECORD 6794.2 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Recovered from the phone of Sarah Trizun. Sis are we still on for sunday? hello? Did you know the human body can only fold four times? what Did you know the human body can only fold four times? Did you know the human body can only fold four times? 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SCP-6795

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LightlessLantern SCP-6795: Project Umbra Item No: SCP-6795 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Artificially Intelligent Conscript Luthor.aic is to search pacer.gov1 for any documents claiming to have been submitted by "Jarndyce and Jennings". Any detected documents are to be removed, with affected persons being administered Level-2 cognitohazard inoculation and relevant memory alteration. SCP-6795-1 instances are stored in the Site-26 Anomalous Document Storage Wing. Should PENTAGRAM2 be suspected of having resumed the distribution of SCP-6795, Mobile Task Force Mu-7 ("Fifth Columnists")3 is to disseminate SCP-6795-1 instances throughout the government of the United States of America. Dissemination is to also occur should any mention be made within PENTAGRAM of Project Umbra's continued existence. Following dissemination, the Global Occult Coalition is to be informed of PENTAGRAM's continued support of Project Umbra, which will result in PENTAGRAM's immediate expulsion from the Global Occult Coalition's Council of 1084. Description: SCP-6795 is a visually cognitohazardous collection of phrases and images present within several documents filed through the US court system, submitted by the fictional law firm "Jarndyce and Jennings". SCP-6795's presence within a legal document results in slight antimemetic effects, causing non-inoculated persons to display excessive apathy towards the lawsuit, neglecting to carry out work related to the lawsuit and eventually forgetting about the lawsuit's existence. SCP-6795-1 instances are SCP-6795 instances adapted by the Foundation to only affect employees of the US government. SCP-6795-1 instances exhibit similar effects to SCP-6795, but will result in affected persons becoming unable to undertake any work related to the US government. Discovery: On 1998-09-13, the Artificial Intelligence Applications Division completed the development of Luthor.aic, designed for the detection of textual anomalies within the US court system. It subsequently began analysis of all documents filed through the US court system from 1900-02-07 to 1995-05-21, resulting in the discovery of SCP-6795. Selected Lawsuits Affected By SCP-6795: Plaintiff(s) Defendant(s) Reason Date Filed Rachel Lentworth Gladius Defences Illegally placed landmines in Angolan battlefields, resulting in 250 deaths 1994-07-12 Joseph Elderman Bellum Group Illegal testing of chemical weapons on crop fields in Illinois 1986-03-09 Anthony Roseheart Leyte Gulf Incorporated Refusal to pay 50 hours of overtime 1972-10-26 The town of Corydon, Indiana Shiloh-Pittsburgh Corporation Repeated illegal dumping of sewage in the nearby river, resulting in severe harm to people's health 1962-05-10 Due to its potential effects on the US court system, the discovery of SCP-6795 was disclosed to PENTAGRAM during the 1998 October meeting, as required under the Garfield-Arthur Agreement5. Date: 1998-10-27 Persons Present: Dr Enoch Collard, Foundation Representative Aaron Davis, PENTAGRAM Representative <Begin Log> [45 minutes of conversation omitted for brevity.] Collard: Right, if that's everything about the Washington incident, let's move on the last part of the agenda. Davis: The cognitohazard you discovered, right? Collard: Right. Now it is under our jurisdiction, as per our agreements. However, the widespread nature of the cognitohazard means that my superiors have suggested that we deal with this together. Davis: How many cases are affected? Collard: We don't know the full extent, but we've discovered 300 so far. Davis: That doesn't seem too bad. Tell you what, I think PENTAGRAM can handle this. Collard: I'll have to see what Overseer Command say, but it's unlikely they'll agree. Anything else? Davis: Nothing else. Collard: OK, I think that declares our meeting over. <End Log> Following brief deliberations, Overseer Command voted to deny the transfer of SCP-6795 to PENTAGRAM custody but allowed PENTAGRAM to receive regular updates on SCP-6795 research. On 1999-02-27, the Memetics and Cognitohazards Division manufactured an inoculant effective against the effects of SCP-6795. The Foundation informed PENTAGRAM of this development and requested permission to distribute the inoculant to exposed civilians6. On 1999-03-01, PENTAGRAM requested a meeting to discuss the Foundation's actions in regards to SCP-6795 containment. Date: 1999-03-03 Persons Present: Dr Enoch Collard, Foundation Representative Aaron Davis, PENTAGRAM Representative <Begin Log> Collard: We're recording now. Davis: About your inoculation request, what do you think you're doing? We can't just have American citizens being your guinea pigs. Collard: Aaron, we sent you our test results, and we showed that the inoculant has 98% success across age and ethnic groups. No civilians are going to be our guinea pigs. But if you're still worried about testing, then some of your men can come here and ensure the validity of our findings. Davis: No, Enoch. PENTAGRAM needs control over the testing procedures. We have to ensure the safety of the American public. Collard: Alright, that's fine. We'll send some of our researchers to you. Davis: No, I mean, PENTAGRAM needs both SCP-6795 and the inoculant in its custody to ensure valid testing. It's something that's affecting American citizens, so it's in our domain. Garfield-Arthur clearly allows us oversight if we believe it necessary for public safety. Collard: The agreement also says you need to provide proof that our procedures are a threat to the public. What proof do you have? Look, either your people come to us or we come to you, but the anomaly stays under Foundation control. Davis: We're not asking for a moon base here, Enoch. If you won't give us custody, then give us your inoculant for testing. Hell, if you won't do that, give us your raw testing data at least. Collard: We'll agree with the data transfer, but the inoculant stays with us. Either PENTAGRAM joins us in treating this anomaly or we'll do it alone. Is that everything? Davis: For now, I suppose. Collard: Alright. Meeting over. <End Log> Following analysis of the testing data, PENTAGRAM denied approval for the inoculant's distribution. No reasoning was provided. Incident-6795-017: On 1999-08-18, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-6 were searching for SCP-939 instances within Platte County, Wyoming. Epsilon-6 encountered members of the National Guard and were arrested due to their illegal presence in the area and their ownership of unlicensed firearms. PENTAGRAM were notified and a meeting was demanded to negotiate the return of the MTF members. Date: 1999-08-23 Persons Present: Dr Enoch Collard, Foundation Representative Aaron Davis, PENTAGRAM Representative <Begin Log> Collard: I think this is very simple, we just want our people returned. We can assist with any subsequent amnestication of law enforcement. Davis: That's sounds great, but we'll need to negotiate some concessions. Collard: What makes you think you can demand concessions? Davis: Firstly, your MTF were engaged in an anomaly-securing mission on federal land, which is under our jurisdiction. You didn't notify us of the mission which, may I remind you, is one of your responsibilities under Garfield-Arthur. Collard: And, as I've said, we're very sorry for that. The mission was put together very quickly as we felt there was a high risk to human life. Davis: Well, I appreciate your desire to protect civilians. I think we can negotiate something amenable to both sides. Our current suggestions are for you to take over containment for the Ohio laboratory, sharing containment of the whale in Yosemite and for SCP-6795 to be transferred to PENTAGRAM's custody. Collard: So that's what this was all about? You wanting custody of our inoculant? Davis: Enoch, we just want to make sure it isn't a danger to the public. We want to control this anomaly just as much as you do. Collard: You've had months to do that. We managed to create an inoculant nearly half a year ago, but you apparently haven't gotten anywhere? Bullshit! I don't know what you're planning but we're not giving you anything. Davis: We're not planning anything. What do you think we are, terrorists? Collard: Terrorists? We gave you the data, as requested. We've repeatedly offered for you to come to our site and watch the tests. Our only condition has been that our work isn't going to just be transferred to PENTAGRAM. We're your friends here Aaron, don't make us your enemies. Davis: Enoch, my superiors are breathing down my neck about this. They're worried about how many instances of this thing that you've been finding. What is it now, 900? Something this big, PENTAGRAM needs to be in control of distribution to prevent potential sabotage. For all we know, this could be an enemy attack on the USA! Collard: Yes, we know that. That's why we wanted to deal with this together, two groups means there's less chance of an enemy agent sabotaging everything. Don't you agree? Davis: Maybe I do, but my superiors don't. If that's your final decision, I suppose this meeting's over. Collard: We don't seem to be getting anywhere. Meeting over. <End Log> From 1999-08-26 to 1999-12-09, a series of raids by the US government caused the interruption of 6 missions, the loss of 9 anomalies and the closure of 11 Foundation shell companies. 53 personnel were arrested on charges of money laundering and possession of unlicensed firearms. Attempts to contact PENTAGRAM to negotiate were ignored. Incident-6795-046: On 2000-01-03, Mu-7 operative Agent Josephine Randolph contacted Site-11, requesting to speak with Dr Enoch Collard concerning PENTAGRAM's recent operations. Date: 2000-01-03 Persons On Call: Dr Enoch Collard Agent Josephine Randolph, Mu-7 Operative stationed within the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit <Begin Log> Collard: Josephine, why are you calling from an unsecure line? What did you need to talk to me about? Randolph: Right, I don't have much time so, firstly, do you have any idea why PENTAGRAM is starting a war against us? Collard: They're starting a war? Randolph: So you don't know either, great. Look, they took me and a bunch of other UIU people off all our cases and transferred us to monitor Foundation activity near Site-11. Collard: Couldn't you have told us this through a dead drop? Randolph: Can't, they're keeping us all under tight restrictions in case of a mole. I checked that there weren't any listening devices here, so I should be safe. But I overheard what some PENTAGRAM guys were saying and, apparently, they're trying to stop us from finding out about some project they have going. I tried searching the name in the UIU database but everything's been wiped clean, nothing left. Collard: What's the project's name? Randolph: Umbra. Collard: Josephine, are you sure? It was Umbra, not penumbra or umbrella, definitely Umbra? Randolph: Yes, I'm sure. Collard: Right, screw your cover. It's probably been blown anyway if you searched for Umbra. Get over to Site-11. Now! Randolph: Why? What's so bad about Umbra? Collard: It should be dead. <End Log> Overseer Command were immediately informed of the possibility of Project Umbra's continued existence. The Department of Advanced Diplomacy was ordered to ascertain the veracity of Agent Josephine Randolph's claims and, if necessary, to create a method of dealing with Project Umbra's continued existence. Department Of Advanced Diplomacy Analysis Item No: SCP-6795 Project Head: Dr Enoch Collard Description: SCP-6795 is a visually cognitohazardous collection of images and phrases, centred around the fictional law firm "Jarndyce and Jennings". SCP-6795 induces a state of lethargy and symptoms of amnesia in those who view it, resulting in them neglecting and forgetting about the lawsuit. These symptoms can be combatted with Foundation Level-2 cognitohazard inoculation. History: Following the events of the First World War, and the advances in anomalous warfare throughout the conflict, President Woodrow Wilson charged PENTAGRAM with the creation and testing of anomalous weaponry to ensure American safety in any future conflict. These attempts were hampered by the President's refusal to allow these tests to occur near American citizens. As such, PENTAGRAM attempted to procure suitable land outside the United States, eventually finding suitable areas within South America through agreements with the Brazilian and Argentinian governments. Project Umbra was created by PENTAGRAM during the late 1920s, focusing on the production and large-scale dissemination of antimemetic cognitohazards throughout South America to prevent local people from leaking confidential military information. These cognitohazards caused those exposed to exhibit increased mental unwillingness to consciously observe and admit to the existence of the anomalous. Project Umbra was extremely successful, allowing PENTAGRAM unfettered access to the majority of rural South America. However, during the Second World War weapons projects greatly expanded in number and scope, increasing from 27 in 1938 to 204 in 1943. Lax security protocols during testing resulted in several biological anomalies being accidentally released, causing the deaths of at least 1,500 civilians who were unable to recognise any imminent threat to their health. The heightened presence of anomalous activity also caused increased strain on the mental states of the surrounding civilians. The effects of this were not immediately apparent, however, resulted in the deaths of over 100,000 civilians from 1943 to 1969, due to anomalously degenerative mental illnesses, believed to be due to overexposure to untested cognitohazards. Following the end of the Second World War and the concurrent Seventh Occult War, Foundation resources were able to be rededicated towards the active discovery and containment of anomalies. Following several reports of the unexplained presence of American troops within South America, Overseer Command approved the creation of OPERATION BURNING EYE, dedicated to the infiltration of PENTAGRAM by Mobile Task Force Mu-7 and their procurement of any information concerning South American activities. This resulted in the discovery of Project Umbra and its deleterious effects on the population of South America. Due to their potential global effects, these findings were shared with the Global Occult Coalition. The Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition issued a joint proclamation to PENTAGRAM, ordering them to cease all activities in South America and permanently end Project Umbra. PENTAGRAM was also informed that their membership of the Global Occult Coalition's Council of 108 was dependent on them assisting the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition in treating the effects of Project Umbra. PENTAGRAM quickly agreed to these demands and they declared Project Umbra as decommissioned on 1954-07-16. On 2000-01-03, Mu-7 operative Josephine Randolph contacted the Foundation, claiming the continued existence of Project Umbra. The operative was taken into Foundation custody to ensure her continued safety and confirm her statements' truthfulness. Analysis: Mnestic interrogation has confirmed the veracity of Josephine Randolph's statements. Coupled with PENTAGRAM's abnormal activities over the last year, including their illegal arrest of over 50 Foundation personnel, it is the view of the Department of Advanced Diplomacy that PENTAGRAM has either restarted Project Umbra within the last 40 years, or Project Umbra was never decommissioned as originally claimed. The range of SCP-6795 also confirms our findings. So far, SCP-6795 has been confirmed within 1,500 lawsuits, spread across the United States and filed from 1960 to 1994. However, affected lawsuits have only been filed against 6 companies, all of which are military contractors known to be active in anomalous military research. This supports the conclusion that SCP-6795 was created to protect military contractors and prevent the potential leaking of information connected with anomalous weapons development, consistent with the actions of Project Umbra. It is the Department's firm view that PENTAGRAM will not decommission Project Umbra of its own free will and must be persuaded to do so. Information provided by Mu-7 operatives indicates that President Clinton has an unsavoury view of PENTAGRAM, due to widespread failures in their weapons projects over the last decade, especially their Class-Alpha missiles, which resulted in the deaths of 58 American soldiers and 273 civilians. It is highly likely that further high-profile and dangerous failures would be sufficient to persuade the President to reorganise PENTAGRAM, allowing for the forced decommissioning of Project Umbra. PROPOSAL: It is the Department's suggested course of action that an altered version of SCP-6795 should be released to the 72% of government employees without cognitohazard inoculation. The cognitohazard would be disseminated through emails, letters and other correspondance, originating from Mu-7 operatives and Foundation shell companies. This would result in the affected employees becoming unwilling to carry out work related to governmental projects, causing the mass disabling of a large percentage of workers. With careful control of released information, it would be possible to imply the incident to be due to PENTAGRAM's lax security protocols, which resulted in the release of a mutated version of the SCP-6795 cognitohazard. Following this incident, the Foundation would offer PENTAGRAM assistance in dealing with the cognitohazard. This assistance would be contingent upon the immediate release of arrested personnel, along with all documentation related to Project Umbra being transferred to Foundation control and the subsequent decommissioning of Project Umbra. PROVIDED DOCUMENTATION: Intercepted PENTAGRAM Communications, 1947-1952 OPERATION BURNING EYE, 1947-1952 Analysis of Project Umbra, 1948-1951 Psychological Profiles of Project Umbra Test Subjects, 1948-1963 Fatality Reports of Project Umbra, 1949-1969 Overseer Command Vote Summary: YEA NAY ABS. O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED (9-2-2) Following the approval of the Department of Advanced Diplomacy's method, the Memetics and Cognitohazards Department were assigned to the alteration of the SCP-6795 cognitohazard complex to produce SCP-6795-1, a cognitohazard resistant to the existing Foundation-made inoculant. This was completed on 2000-02-13 with dissemination through Mu-7 beginning on 2000-02-17. On 2000-03-07, the Foundation granted a meeting request from PENTAGRAM. At this point, approximately 10% of the US government's employees were affected by SCP-6795-1. Date: 2000-03-08 Persons Present: Dr Enoch Collard, Foundation Representative General Isaac Malcolms, PENTAGRAM Director of Negotiations <Begin Log> Collard: General Malcolms, what did you want with us? Some more illegal arrests? Malcolms: We've been wanting to speak with you about some alarming developments concerning SCP-6795. Collard: What developments would these be? Malcolms: Stop this stupid act, Collard! The ones you caused! The ones that have hurt nearly half a million American citizens. Collard: Ah, those developments! You should be more specific General. I almost thought you meant the developments you'd been making over the last 40 years with Project Umbra. Malcolms: You're all insane! Umbra was decommissioned before I even entered the Army. You're talking about a corpse, Collard, a corpse your Foundation killed. Collard: More of a zombie, General. We know Umbra is still active and we know you've been using it to protect all your friends. Those wonderful contractors, all with one of your Army friends on their board. Malcolms: I'm not going to sit here, listening to your baseless accusations any longer! Collard: You're a rubbish liar General. But a highly respected one. Anyway, we'll see what the President says about all this. Malcolms: Talking to the President? After you attacked the American government? Collard: Is there a problem here, General? Malcolms: Let me make this clear Collard, you deliberately released a dangerous cognitohazard to infect American civilians. That's an act of war. You think you can walk into the Oval Office and have a nice chat with the President after something like that? Collard: Hah! It's funny, you talking about releasing dangerous cognitohazards. Especially considering that's what PENTAGRAM has been doing for the past 40, no, 70 years. You've been infecting your own citizens for years, and you're lecturing us about this. Incredible. Malcolms: Again with Umbra! I can't say it enough times, can I? Umbra is gone, we shut it down in the 50s. Because of you and the GOC. Collard: Then explain how one of our agents overheard PENTAGRAM's agents talking about how you needed to stop us finding out about Project Umbra. Explain how the same cognitohazard was used in Brazil in the 1940s and in Baltimore in the 1980s. I'm sure the GOC would love to hear about that, especially since your position on the Council of 108 was dependant on you destroying Umbra. Imagine what'll happen when they find that you've been lying for 50 years! Malcolms: You're all psychos. You say an agent overheard something? What proof do you have for any of your claims? Besides, do you think anyone will listen after you attacked civilians? Collard: I believe you meant to say, after PENTAGRAM's lax security protocols allowed a dangerous cognitohazard to infect innocent civilians. Malcolms: Do you think- Collard: Over the last decade alone, PENTAGRAM's weapons projects have killed over 750 soldiers, 2,000 civilians and caused damages of $56 billion. In that timeframe, the Foundation has willingly contained over 200 anomalies, allowing savings of $30 billion and saved the lives of over 4,000 civilians, including 7 members of the President's cabinet. Who would you trust? Malcolms: You think saving some money will make people listen to you? Collard: I think people will understand that while PENTAGRAM takes lives, the Foundation saves them. We're trusted far more than you are, General. Malcolms: Trust? You're talking about trust! We know you released the cognitohazard and we can actually prove it. You think trust will help you then? Collard: No, which is why we won't let it get to that stage. With one word, we can release that cognitohazard to the rest of the government. We can stop PENTAGRAM permanently. Malcolms: You're bluffing. You need a functioning American government. Collard: No, we don't. But you do. Malcolms: Alright Collard, what do you want? Collard: We want you to release all our arrested personnel. We want you to turn over all Project Umbra documentation and we want Umbra permanently decommissioned. Malcolms: We'll release your personnel, but we can't decommission a dead project. Collard: Sure. Just destroy it General, we don't care about the specifics. Malcolms: What about the safety of our contractors? Collard: You know, we can help you. Amnestication, if necessary, otherwise we'll deal with the lawsuit for you. For an appropriate incentive, of course. Malcolms: Which would be? Collard: Reimbursement for money spent, of course. In addition, an amendment to the Garfield-Arthur Agreement, such that we won't require your approval for containment procedures. Malcolms: You're asking for a lot. Collard: We expect an answer within 72 hours. Should we have any reason to believe PENTAGRAM won't deliver? Malcolms: We'll see. Collard: Goodbye General. <End Log> The Foundation received PENTAGRAM's agreement to the terms 18 hours after the meeting. All arrested personnel were returned to Foundation custody within 60 hours and all government employees affected by SCP-6795-1 were inoculated over the next two weeks. As of 2003-07-14, all known SCP-6795 instances have been removed from their lawsuits and all affected persons have been inoculated. All affected lawsuits are predicted to be dealt with by 2010-04-10. Footnotes 1. An online database of federal court filings. 2. The occult branch of the Department of Defense. 3. MTF created to infiltrate government departments. 4. The Global Occult Coalition's leadership body, consisting of representatives from the 108 most powerful occult organisations. 5. An 1882 agreement detailing the limits of Foundation activity within the USA. 6. Under the Garfield-Arthur Agreement, containment procedures necessitating civilian exposure to anomalous items require the approval of the US government prior to introduction. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6795" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6795. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6796

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ArthCymro More by this Author Item #: SCP-6796 Site Responsible: Site-91 Director: Dr. Iona Varga Research Head: Dr. Monty Finns Assigned Task Force: N/A Level 2/6796 Restricted Special Containment Procedures: The majority of SCP-6796's containment remains focused on monitoring the health of all known SCP-6796-1 instances. If a member of the public or an instance of SCP-6796-1 makes inquiries regarding SCP-6796, Foundation personnel are to provide alternative answers in order to prevent them from discovering SCP-6796. In the event SCP-6796 enacts a thaumaturgical effect, the Department of Thaumaturgy is to be alerted. If the effect is recorded or deemed too noticeable to be passed over by witnesses, the Foundation is permitted to provide Class-A amnestics to all witnesses, including SCP-6796-1, and delete or edit any recording of the effect. If an SCP-6796-2 event is detected, Foundation personnel are to perform a thaumaturgical and medical examination of all humans who were in close proximity to the event as soon as possible. Following this, if any SCP-6796-1 instances are discovered, they are to be added to the database to be monitored. Due to further discoveries regarding SCP-6796 and related anomalies, these containment procedures are awaiting updates and transfer to the management of Project Caliburn. Description: SCP-6796 refers to a human polygenic, genetic disorder. It is identified by a collection of characteristics, including: Iron deficiency anemia (82%) Inflammation of the skin (eczema) (77%) Light intolerance (photophobia) (68%) Intolerance of barley, wheat and rye (54%) Intolerance of mammalian meat (42%) Precocious puberty (25%) Spontaneous thaumic discharge (9%) (See below) Humans with SCP-6796, designated SCP-6796-1, will on average only display two of these symptoms in their lives. Outside of spontaneous thaumic discharge, the symptoms are non-anomalous and can be treated with non-anomalous medication. SCP-6796 has no impact on life expectancy and isn't passed on to offspring. When experiencing a discharge, SCP-6796-1 instances will undergo an epileptic seizure or spasms, typically only lasting 2 to 10 seconds. During these seizures, SCP-6796-1 will perform a thaumaturgical program1. Numerous thaumaturgical effects have been created by SCP-6796-1, although their range and timeframe are very short. The most common thaumaturgical effects created by SCP-6796 include object translocation, self-transvection, telekinetic repulsion, object transmutation, and short-range telepathic communication. These discharges, due to their negligible impact, are often disregarded by SCP-6796-1 instances and witnesses. It is currently unknown how SCP-6796 develops in humans. SCP-6796 doesn't target any specific sex, ethnicity, age, location, or lifestyle. An investigation is currently underway into identifying possible factors, however, due to the majority of SCP-6796's symptoms being easily treatable and misdiagnosed as other health conditions, results remain unclear. Addendum 6796.1: Interview Transcript with PoI-6796-47 The following transcript is of an interview performed by Dr. Eren Noone while posing as a general practitioner. The subject, Gordon Holly (PoI-6796-47), had been identified as an instance of SCP-6796-1 after a series of spontaneous thaumic discharges, along with his intolerance of mammalian meat, anemia, and eczema. Date: 04/03/1997 Interviewers: Dr. Eren Noone, Level 2 Medical Department Interviewee: Gordon Holly (PoI-6796-38) - Begin Log - (Dr. Noone finish their examination.) Dr. Noone: (removes gloves) OK. Can you take a seat for me here? (Holly puts their shirt back on and takes a seat beside the desk) Dr. Noone: I'm just going to ask a few questions, then I'll write up a prescription for you. Holly: Thank you, doctor. (itches their back) This bloody rash is driving me up the wall. Dr. Noone: Leave it alone. It will get worse if you keep scratching. Holly: Sorry. Dr. Noone: OK. Tell me, Mr. Holly, do you know how long have you been experiencing these issues? Holly: I - let me see - about 20 years. Dr. Noone: Did the symptoms all present at once, or one after another? Holly: I'd had skin issues since a child. My father said he and my mother always had to carry around petroleum gel when they took me out, in case I broke out. The meat thing, that kind of presented itself a few weeks after I left the village and moved to London. Dr. Noone: Why didn't you come in when it appeared? Holly: The BSE outbreak2 had just finished. I thought it could be a result of that. Dr. Noone: Hmmmmmm - what about the blackouts? Holly: The what? Dr. Noone: The little seizures you've been experiencing. Holly: Oh, those! They also started when I came to the city. Compared to the rashes and the eating problems, which are painful, they're mostly annoying. Dr. Noone: Annoying? Holly: Yeah, they just come out of nowhere, like once every two weeks or something. Stupid blips. Dr. Noone: Does anything happen during these - blips? What's it like? Holly: During the blips? You know when you're looking into space or that moment when you walk into a room and you forget why? It's like that. You're there but apart from it all. As if you've just been put on autopilot. Then you come back and you can't really remember what you're doing. It's really annoying when your balance goes all funny or if you find you've put something down and it's moved. Dr. Noone: Yes. Yes. Well, here, this should alleviate some of the symptoms. Come back if you think anything else is happening or if they get worse. (Dr. Noone passes a prescription to Holly.) Holly: Thank you - uh - doctor - what do you know about dreams? Dr. Noone: Not much but enough. Why? (Holly waits a few second before answering.) Holly: I - I don't think I have them. Dr. Noone: You mean you don't remember them? Holly: No - well maybe. I know how dreams work. Rushes of images, memories, and sounds are pressed together in your head. And you don't really remember them but you can for a bit when you're waking up. That's what my wife says. I don't have that. Dr. Noone: So you don't believe you dream at all. Holly: (tilts head) There is something, but it doesn't feel like how I think it should feel. It feels like this. Real. Tangible even. Except - Dr. Noone: Except? Holly: It feels like I'm tagging along. As if I'm in someone else's shoes. Just along for the ride. Dr. Noone: What happens in these - 'rides'? What do you see? Holly: A wood. Dr. Noone: Just a wood. Never anything else. Holly: Sometimes there's a path. And a house. And whilst I can't see anyone, I know I'm not alone. I think someone is in the house. Dr. Noone: Hmmmmm. - End Log - Afterword: Following their diagnosis, Gordon Holly left Clapham, London with their wife and returned to Corfe Castle, Dorset to leave in closer proximity to their parents. Foundation medics noted that their symptoms alleviated and became less frequent after they moved to their new environment. The possibility that urban environments may stimulate and aggravate SCP-6796's symptoms is being researched. A large majority of the SCP-6796-1 known populace also admitted to having a similar experience during REM sleep. When investigated, an electroencephalogram (EEG) failed to measure the lacking of neural activity during REM sleep which would suggest dreaming. However, the neural activity within SCP-6796-1 instances during REM sleep appeared more akin to activity seen in conscious individuals. Oneirological and psionic investigations are currently pending approval. Addendum 6796.2: Common Factor In 1998, thanks to the deployment of Pratchett-83, the Department of Thaumaturgy, in tandem with the Biology Department, managed to identify a possible link between instances of SCP-6796. Since 05/02/1998, an instance of SCP-6796-1, known as Ethan Wiggs (PoI-6796-77), had been under Foundation observation after showing early signs of SCP-6796. When establishing a timeline of their symptoms occurrences, researchers discovered using Pratchett-8, a small spike in thaumactivity (~84.47 ⊕) around PoI-6796-77 on 12/03/1997, 7 months after their birth. When enquired further, it was discovered that the spike had lasted approximately 1 minute and had been localized entirely around PoI-6796-77's bedroom. When analysed and reverse-engineered, the Department of Thaumaturgy was able to determine that the shift in thaumactivity was a result of a Rosen-Fortune Bridge ("Way") formation. Upon further investigation, the Bridge was found to be incapable of transmitting physical matter, though various forms of energy, radiation, or information could. It was also found that due to sudden changes in thaumactivity in the formation, the Bridge was likely of artificial activation. Through applying Project Zorya and cross-referencing its data with the data regarding SCP-6796 and SCP-6796-1, the Foundation discovered that all known SCP-6796-1 instances had been subjected to a specific Rosen-Fortune Bridge, tentatively designated SCP-6796-2, around 6 to 18 month following their birth. Further statistical analysis of SCP-6796-2's rate of appearance also suggested that approximately 25,000 instances of SCP-6796-1 existed within the global human population. Investigation into the source, its relationship with SCP-6796, and the potential negation of SCP-6796-2 are ongoing. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ADDENDUM IS LEVEL 4/6796 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS ADDENDUM WITHOUT LEVEL 4/6796 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Does the black moon howl? > Only when calling for the light of day. > Only when calling for the light of day. Identity confirmed. Welcome, Dr. Leonerd. Addendum 6796.3: SCP-6796-A During the study of SCP-6796, Junior Researcher Terrence Quince from Site-46's Engineering Division was identified as an instance of SCP-6796-1 following a display of spontaneous thaumic discharge teleportation. After they were confirmed to also suffer from wheat intolerance and eczema, Mr. Quince was placed under a long-term study and treatment plan organised by the Department of Thaumaturgy and the Biology Department. On 12/12/1999, Mr. Quince was subjected to an experimental thaumatherapic solution4, with the intention of preventing SCP-6796 from developing in new cells. During the treatment, Mr. Quince complained of dizziness and pains in their joints and muscles. 4 minutes into the treatment, Mr. Quince experienced a tonic-clonic seizure. During the episode, Mr. Quince underwent physiological metamorphism, with their sclera taking on a light green pigment, ears tapering, teeth whetting, muscular densening, skin taking on a lighter pigmentation, and an increase of 50cm in height. Personnel attempted to detain Mr. Quince but were unsuccessful, with many of the personnel being killed in the brawl. Mr. Quince then breached containment and managed to escape Site-46, killing 2 and injuring 6 members of personnel while escaping. When escaping, Mr. Quince displayed a sudden increase in strength and durability. In addition, they demonstrated telekinetic and combat skills previously undemonstrated. They also appeared to have undergone an alteration in behaviour, seemingly enjoying harming their fellow workers while escaping. Luckily, before their escape, security officers were able to implant a tracking beacon into Mr. Quince. When Mr. Quince was found 36 minutes later in ██████████ ██████ outside Site-46, they had reverted to their original physiology and behaviour. They were quickly detained, taken to Site-46's A-Wing, and placed under observation. The following transcript is of an interview performed by Dr. Monty Finns, SCP-6796's head researcher at the time of the breach. Date: 14/12/1999 Interviewers: Dr. Monty Finns, Level 3 Department of Thaumaturgy Interviewee: Terrence Quince, Engineering Division - Begin Log - (Dr. Finns and Quince watch a recording of the breach. Quince appearance visibly disturbed and saddened.) Quince: Can - can you turn it off please! (Dr. Finns turns off the recording. Quince rubs their hands and face, agitated.) Quince: I - I didn't do those things. Monty - I - I killed those people. Dr. Finns: Yes - I'm afraid you did. Quince: Oh god. It isn't - this can't be - I didn't want - Dr. Finns: I know this is a lot but can you tell me if you - Quince: Can you stop talking for a minute! (Dr. Finns waits as Quince holds back a series of cries.) Quince: Oh - oh fucking hell. Oh - oh - oh fuck! (Quince bangs their hand on the table before putting their head in them. He continues to suppress cries.) Quince: So - I'm a 'skip'. Dr. Finns: You're anomalous, yes. Quince: And that thing. That creature, has been inside me all this time? Dr. Finns: We don't know but - it's possible. Quince: I feel sick. Dr. Finns: You remember it, don't you? Quince: (cries) Yes. Dr. Finns: What was it like? Quince: (gulps) It hurt. I - I - I was so far away. I could see it happening. I could - fee - feel it happening. It was like I was a passenger in my own body. Dr. Finns: And who was the driver? Quince: (gulps) I - I don't know. It sounded human. In my head - I saw - I saw pictures. Dr. Finns: What pictures? Quince: (gulps) There - a - a forest. And an island. And - and a man, with wings. And long grey hair. Dr. Finns: Did you try and resist them? Quince: (begins wheezing and breathing heavily) Dr. Finns: Mr. Quince? Quince: (continues wheezing and breathing heavily) I wanted to want to fight. But I didn't. I couldn't fight. I didn't - want to fight. Dr. Finns: Terry? Did you resist? Quince: No. I - I - I liked it! (Quince begins aggressively crying and shaking. Attempt to calm them down were unsuccessful.) - End Log - Mr. Quince has since been given the designation SCP-6796-A and moved to Site-44. Reclassification of SCP-6796 is currently pending. Dr. Leonerd. Attached to this file is a note. Do you wish to access? > Confirm. Arthur, You're probably wondering why you've been given this access and why the Department of Mythology And Folkloristics has suddenly been introduced to 6796 and related projects. When my department was asked to check over SCP-6796-A, we did some investigations on their behaviour and memories both after and during the breach. Although SCP-6796-A's behaviour during the breach was different from that after and before, their knowledge wasn't. During the breach, SCP-6796-A knew where they were going. They knew the security officers' weaknesses and equipment. They knew the security code needed to exit Site-46. What's more, SCP-6796-A's personality during the breach wasn't that of an erratic animal. They had a personality. A character. They were an identity of their own, connected to Mr. Quince's mind and memories. And they got him to want what it wanted. You may think I'm mad suggesting that this monstrous SCP-6796-A was inside the human SCP-6796-A all along but since being designated, 16 SCP-6796-1 instances have gone missing. The only thing we could find was this: Agent Fox reporting. Cong, Ireland. No traces of Siona Healy (PoI-6796-102) at her residence. A neighbour reported seeing the subject leaving their home at around 4:31 am and making their way towards the village. An investigation found the local tavern, Lonely Shepard, had been broken into. The subject was not found on the premises. A bag of white powder and bird feathers were found near the fireplace, which had been used. The only thing they could find was some DNA samples on the fireplace. When the bio lot checked it out, but one thing's for sure: it's not just human DNA. I think you can probably figure out the rest. They've already started enacting SCP-6796's new containment procedures. Every 6796-1 instance is now under strict observation, although we can't get too close. We don't want to spook them. They've got me and another bunch from twelve's History doing some research. I suggest you and your mates look up anything around the concept of 'changelings'. If the age range of the SCP-6796-1 is anything to go by, this has been going on for a long time. We need to figure out why they're doing this and why they are doing it now. Speak soon, Zachary Footnotes 1. Colloquially known as 'rituals' or 'spells', thaumaturgical programs are sequences of patterns used to enact a thaumaturgical effect. 2. An outbreak of Bovine spongiform encephalopathy, also known as "mad cow disease", within the United Kingdom in the 1980s and 1990s. The outbreak resulted in new regulations for meat processing, specifically beef. 3. Pratchett-8 was the latest astronomical satellite deployed by the Department of Thaumaturgy as part of Project Zorya, a project aimed at mapping Earth's Akiva Radiation flow. 4. Solution 6796-AC6-9. Annwn A World Full of Weeping In June, I Change My Tune. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6796" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6796. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6797

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Blue Foot Like my stuff? Read more here, and join my Discord server to be notified whenever I post a new piece! Item#: 6797 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6797 Special Containment Procedures: Forward Containment Area 47 has been constructed around SCP-6797 for the purposes of research and containment. Access to the hiking trail that SCP-6797 is visible from has been closed to the public. Medical facilities for the treatment of groin injuries have been established in Forward Containment Area 471. Description: SCP-6797 is a groundwater well located approximately 60 miles northeast of Narvik, Norway. The anomalous effect of SCP-6797 manifests when a human places a piece of paper with any number of words written in Norwegian on it. If the individual who placed the paper in question into SCP-6797 remains within five meters of it, after approximately three minutes, an anomalous mechanical entity will emerge from the large opening in the center of the SCP-6797. This entity is to be referred to as SCP-6797-1, and has only been observed to manifest in response to notes placed in SCP-6797. SCP-6797-1 resembles a human hand, and is anomalously capable of self-directed levitation. When SCP-6797-1 manifests, it will almost always2 be holding a notecard, and it will maneuver itself towards the individual that placed the original piece of paper into SCP-6797. The notecard in question will have a message transcribed on it in Norwegian. If the individual that placed the original piece of paper into SCP-6797 takes hold of the notecard carried by SCP-6797-1, the anomaly will return to the large opening in the center of SCP-6797 and demanifest. The notecard delivered by SCP-6797-1 to the individual in question will always be related to the transcription written on the paper originally placed in SCP-6797. This includes answers to questions, requests for clarification, declarations, etc. SCP-6797 wordlessly responding to stimuli has also been recorded3. Addendum.6797.1 The following is a log of experiments conducted with SCP-6797. This log is incomplete for the sake of brevity. Any text placed within quotation marks in this log is translated from Norwegian. Experiment ID: 6797.1 Procedure: D-5391 is to place a sheet of paper with the words "What color is the sky?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to D-5391 which has the word "Blue" transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.11 Procedure: D-5391 is to place a sheet of paper with the words "What is the phase of the moon right now?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to D-5391 which has the words "Waxing crescent, I think. I can't see the moon from down here." transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.24 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "How do I cook an egg?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "Sunny side up, anything else is just doing it wrong." transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.33 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "The ocean is beautiful." transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the word "What?" transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.37 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "Secure, Contain, Protect" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "You're not even making sense." transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.49 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "What are you doing down there?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "I'm getting more done than what you're doing up there." transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.56 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "How do I fix my marriage?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "Maybe she just doesn't want to be with you." transcribed on it. Dr. Meltzer is visibly upset. Experiment ID: 6797.69 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "Who made you?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "God, but He made me out of gold, not dust, like you." transcribed on it. As Dr. Meltzer reads the notecard, he quietly mutters in Hebrew. When asked about this, he says that SCP-6797-1 has offended his religious beliefs. Experiment ID: 6797.82 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "Do you want to come outside?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "Listen, I've been trying to make you get the hint for days now. Stop asking me stuff, leave me alone for a while." transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.89 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "Does someone control you?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "Please stop. I'm fine with giving old ladies advice every once in a while, but this is just clingy." transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.98 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "Could I ever come down there?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "No, shut up." transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.109 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "Come over to my house." transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP" transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.134 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "Did Timmy fall down the well?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "Oh, fuck off." transcribed on it. Experiment ID: 6797.140 Procedure: Dr. Meltzer is to place a sheet of paper with the words "How many meters of water are at the bottom of the well?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Results: SCP-6797-1 delivers a notecard to Dr. Meltzer which has the words "However many meters I'm inside your mother." transcribed on it. While reading these words, Dr. Meltzer sighs. Addendum.6797.2: Exploration Log. Exploration Video Log Transcript DATE: 11/10/2024 NOTE: The following exploration mission was conducted by an unmanned airborne drone. The iron bars obstructing the large opening in the center of SCP-6797 were temporarily removed, and the drone was remotely lowered into it. [BEGIN LOG] Video begins as the drone is airborne and directly hovering over the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. The drone begins to descend into SCP-6797's interior. As the drone descends further, it activates its attached flashlight. The drone descends approximately seven meters. The drone ceases movement, and the camera focuses on a small piece of paper located between two stones. Its uneven edges and small size suggest that it was torn from a larger piece of paper. The drone continues to descend. Later footage shows similar small pieces of paper attached to SCP-6797's stone structure deeper within its interior. One of these pieces of paper depicts a Foundation insignia and the letters "SCP Foun" directly adjacent to it4. The drone descends approximately 14 meters. The drone ceases movement, and the camera focuses on several uneven areas in SCP-6797's stone structure. The drone rotates 360°, and video shows that there are several more uneven areas. The shape and size of these areas suggest that they were created by a human fist striking the stone, although this is unlikely, as previous data shows that human fists are ineffective when striking stone structures in attempts to create uneven areas similar to what is shown in the footage. The drone continues to descend. The drone descends approximately eight meters, at which point it is adjacent to SCP-6797-1. The drone does not cease movement until it is level with SCP-6797-1. Several uneven areas in SCP-6797's stone structure similar to those discovered previously are in close proximity. SCP-6797-1 is levitating in place. It is holding an open book, and is mostly obscured from the camera due to this. The cover of the book has the words "Let's Take a Breather: A Guide to Anger Management and Anxiety5"transcribed on it. Below these words is an illustration of a man deeply inhaling. SCP-6797-1 turns to face the drone. After 2.7 seconds, SCP-6797-1 closes the book. It remains motionless for another 4 seconds, and then loosens its grip on the book, allowing it to fall further into SCP-6797's interior. SCP-6797-1 manipulates its appendages, causing it to resemble a human fist. After 0.8 seconds, SCP-6797-1 propels itself at a high rate of speed into the drone. Both video feed and the drone are lost. [END LOG] Incident.6797.1 On 12/10/2024, Dr. Meltzer conducted an experiment involving SCP-6797. The procedures necessitated him to place a sheet of paper with the words "What are you doing down there?" transcribed on it into the large opening in the center of SCP-6797. Dr. Meltzer completed the prescribed experiment procedures. After seven seconds, SCP-6797-1 emerged from the large opening in the center of SCP-6797 at a rate of speed much faster than ever previously recorded. SCP-6797-1 was not holding a note card, and was in a form that resembled a human fist. It then propelled itself towards Dr. Meltzer, and struck him in the groin area. Dr. Meltzer collapsed to the ground, and was briefly incapacitated due to this event. SCP-6797-1 then ceased movement, manipulated its appendages to make an obscene gesture, and returned to the interior of SCP-6797. While recovering in Forward Containment 47's medical bay after this incident, Dr. Meltzer engaged Project Manager Hansen in a conversation. Dr. Meltzer requested from Project Manager Hansen that SCP-6797-1 be contained separately from SCP-6797, and he be permitted to cause damage to the entity with a hammer. This request was denied. He then requested a weeklong recess from conducting experiments involving SCP-6797. This request was also denied. Footnotes 1. This is a preemptive measure taken in response to Incident.6797.1 2. See Incident.6797.1 for the one exception to this trend. 3. See Incident.6797.1 4. This is consistent with standard Foundation paper sheets utilized in the procedures of previous experiments involving SCP-6797. 5. 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SCP-6798

euclid

Item #: SCP-6798 Level 2/6798 Restricted Early stages of SCP-6798-2 growth Special Containment Procedures: The body of Dr Harriet Erskine is to be held in a biohazard containment cell for preservation in Site-17A until more information can be determined. Should further instances of SCP-6798 be discovered, they are to be contained similarly. The location of the remaining 4 known SCP-6798 instances is of B class priority. Research and treatment of SCP-6798 are to be handled by the Department of Oral Hygiene. All Foundation personnel are required to be checked for SCP-6798 presence before going through involved dental procedures. Description: SCP-6798 refers to a molar-shaped object found in the place of Foundation Dr Harriet Erskine’s lower mandibular second molar. The composition of SCP-6798 is primarily of hydroxyapatite, while its surface is coated in a layer of calcium phosphate. This coating layer significantly increases resistance to blunt force. SCP-6798 will remain inactive until sustained contact with human saliva. Gingival recession and Inflammation caused by SCP-6798-1 Within 50 hours of sustained contact with saliva, SCP-6798 will begin to secrete an acidic fluid designated SCP-6798-1. SCP-6798-1 causes formations of cavities; bleeding, swelling, inflammation of the gums and formation of spike-like structures, designated SCP-6798-2, from the pulp. Major dental pain lasts approximately one day after the initial infection. This is hypothesised to be the result of SCP-6798-1’s contact with nerval tissue, causing neurotmesis. In most cases, the affected individual permanently suffers from loss of motor control of the masticatory muscles and is accompanied by excessive gingival bleeding and other periodontal diseases. SCP-6798-2 will extend from the mandible or the maxilla and will continue to grow until the expiration of the subject, primarily through SCP-6798-2 piercing the brain. At this stage, due to the destruction of the mandibular or the maxillary nerve through nerval contact with SCP-6798-1, the subject will not sense any pain. As of writing, the cure to SCP-6798, alongside possibilities to revert the spike growth, is yet to be discovered. However, maintaining proper dental care and frequent usage of oral irrigators are proven to reduce the amount of SCP-6798-1 secreted. Addendum-1: The existence of SCP-6798 was first discovered on 05/08/2020. Dr Harriet Erskine reported an abnormal amount of dental pain after tooth extraction surgery. 64 hours after the operation, she was sent to the site emergency room after falling unconscious during a department meeting session, believed to have been caused by SCP-6798 piercing her brain. Dr Erskine was declared deceased on 06/08/2020. Records show that the dental extraction surgery was conducted by a dentist under the name of "Dr Holland". No records or memory of the existence of Dr Holland exists in the Department of Oral Hygiene. Until the time of writing, no further SCP-6798 instances are found. Addendum-2: Interview with Dr Liza Taylor + Open Interview Log - Close Interviewed: Dr Liza Taylor, Director of Research of the Department of Oral Hygiene Interviewer: Dr Tom Neumann, Assistant Director of Department and Facility Foreword: Dr Taylor requested to meet with Dr Neumann on 17/08/2020, regarding the origins of SCP-6798. <Begin Log> Taylor: Tom, just before we start, I just want to say that I’m so sorry for what happened to Harriet. She was a lovely person. Neumann: I appreciate it. Taylor: So I think I owe it to her to say I created SCP-6798. Most likely. Neumann: "Most likely?" What do you mean? Taylor: A while back I got orders to work on a project from Site-17. They wanted me to work on something like an implant, save time from toothbrushing, flossing and cleaning teeth each day. Neumann: Is four minutes a day really that hard for them? Taylor: I didn’t ask. The experiment sounded like fun. My idea was to create this dental care device in the shape of a molar so that it would look more natural. I had about 5 more-or-less working prototypes. The concept behind the prototypes is that it converts saliva into something like a dental sealant that prevents the formation of calculus or the development of cavities. The details are not too interesting. Here's the summarised report on my project, you can read it if you're interested… (Dr Taylor lays an envelope on the table and pushes it to Dr Neumann. Dr Neumann opens the envelope and lakes out a piece of paper) Neumann: Seems like there're problems with the "cleaning fluid"? "Cleaning fluid causes crystallisation of the gums". What does that mean? It seems to be causing lots of trouble. Taylor: About that, it was one of the most important parts of the project. I can tell you that it reacts with saliva and creates a fluid that removes bacteria. Don't know why, but it always seemed to cause the formation of small crystals in the mouth that causes damage to the mouth. Neumann: Why don't you use something else then? Taylor: With that thing, the cleaning fluid doesn't have to be replaced every day. I can get rid of the crystallisation if I tweak it enough. Neumann: So how did this little project of yours kill my secretary? Taylor: I have no idea. Not to sound paranoid, but I wonder if someone here is not who they claim. But I would like to perform a secondary autopsy on Erskine. Can you maybe let me cut her open? I want to see what exactly causes this effect and maybe prevent it from happening with the final product. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the interview, the SCP-6798 sample on the mandible of Dr Erskine was removed and studied. Analysis of the sample shows alterations from the original blueprints of Dr Taylor. The location of the three SCP-6798 instances is yet to be determined. - Close ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6798" by ApocalypticPotato , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6798. Licensed under CC-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: Dental_X-rays.JPG Name: Dental X-rays Author: Dmitry G License: Public domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: Periodontitis_Crónica_Severa.JPG Name: Periodontitis Crónica Severa Author: Zeron License: Public domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6799

safe

Three images of a clouded sky.  close Info X SCP-6799: Shards of Glass Author: Tufto. More of their work can be found here. Image: The image belongs to Matthew Paul Argall and is licensed under CC BY 2.0. It was sourced from here. An SCP-6799 instance, believed to have been taken in the mid-13th century. Item #: SCP-6799 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6799 is stored in Secure Containment Locker 12-D in the Temporal Anomalies Department at Site-491. Digital copies of the negatives or developed images are available upon request. Description: SCP-6799 is a series of photographic negatives found in a grave near Cassis, Provence. Foundation scientists have dated the grave and negatives to the early 14th century. Analysis of the negatives indicates similarities with film used in the early 1980s. The film has undergone extensive damage, with several negatives having been forcibly and clumsily removed. Despite this, they demonstrate an anomalous degree of preservation over so long a time period. The grave is attributed to one Matthieu Rameau, who is mentioned in two local documents as a fisherman whose house was purchased for the construction of a cemetery in 1302. No further information about him has been found. Foundation researchers have been able to develop the negatives of 12 photos. They consist of the following images: Three images of a clouded sky. A blurred image of several trees. The partially obscured face of a boy, maybe 10 years of age, can be seen, apparently holding the camera. The upper spire of a church, matching archeological findings at the medieval church of Cassis. A man in his mid-20s holding a young girl next to a muddy riverbank. The man is pointing at the camera and looking into it, unsmiling. The girl is laughing, but looking slightly to the right of the camera. A large bonfire, apparently in a town square1. Several figures can be seen gathered around it, but their faces are obscured. A small hillside on a cloudy day. Two teenage girls can be seen ascending it. A picture taken at night. Water and the stern of a small fishing boat can be seen in the camera's flash. A child's drawing made with charcoal on a small rock. The image portrays a man with his head down and two girls following him. Nearby, a more skilled hand has drawn a bearded man in a coat staring at the first man. An unsmiling elderly man lying on a small wooden bed, staring at the camera. An elderly woman by a muddy riverbank, apparently crying, looking slightly to the right of the camera. Addendum 1: Analysis of SCP-6799 has revealed trace amounts of an unusual sodium-based compound. Cross-referencing the Temporal Anomalies Department's archives revealed similiarities with a compound used in experiments of former Foundation researcher Niall Rumsfeld in the late 1980s. However, Rumsfeld died by suicide in 1992 and did not leave extensive notes on the nature of his experiments, so no further information has been ascertained. Dr Rumsfeld's son, Matthew Rumsfeld, went missing in 1982. Footnotes 1. Foundation archeologists have determined that this is not in Cassis, but may be in Marseille or Frejus.

SCP-6800

thaumiel

O5 Access Granted Welcome, Doctor Grant Day X Day IX Day VIII Day VII Day VI Day V Day IV Day III Day II Day I Item#: 6800 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo Pygnite production c. 2145 Special Containment Procedures: Auditory phrases emitted from SCP-6800 are false. Personnel caught listening to SCP-6800 for extended periods of time are to be executed. There will be no exceptions. In order to maintain neutrality with the surviving city-states, the intervention of GOI-004C's efforts has been deemed unnecessary. Nameless individuals seeking asylum within the Foundation occupied safe zones are to be turned away. Interaction with those that suffer is strictly forbidden. Individuals discovered harboring fugitives from a forgotten time are to be terminated and converted into biofuel for the production of SCP-6800. The remaining public has been informed of the anomalous and the dangers of nomenclative magic to dissuade civilian interaction with the ones whose blood destroyed the world. Personnel with an ARB1 rating of 10 or lower are forbidden from directly interacting with SCP-6800 without supervision. Personnel with an ARB rating lower than 10 are forbidden from making physical contact with SCP-6800, or with machinery comprised of 50% or greater of Pygnite. SCP-6800 is to be manufactured until the resources used for its production become unavailable. Saint Hedwig of the Maxwellists is to oversee production unimpeded. Efforts to obstruct the manufacturing of SCP-6800 will be met with public termination in order to deter future acts of terrorism. Objections to this policy are considered acts of treason. Offenders will be exposed to SCP-6800-1 in a ritualistic sacrifice performed by Foundation certified occultists and approved Admins. Containment of SCP-6800-1 has reached global mass and is now uncontainable. Description: SCP-6800 is Pygnite, a metal-like substance comprised of unknown and irrelevant organic matter. Despite having a molecular structure similar to pig iron2, SCP-6800 is dramatically more durable than its non-anomalous counterpart. SCP-6800 instances also radiate a considerable amount of heat when idle3, which can be safely siphoned off using the Banu Musa siphoning technique.4 Instances of SCP-6800 frequently produce auditory hallucinations when in the presence of other individuals or each other. It is important to note that this auditory stimulus is a fabrication, as SCP-6800 instances do not display any behaviors that would otherwise indicate sentience or sapience. SCP-6800-1 is the blizzard currently occupying the Amazon Rainforest. Unknown circumstances have caused SCP-6800-1 to expand exponentially over the course of twelve days. The source of this expansion is currently under investigation. Day IX Collected Holy Writ from a Maxwellist sect located within Northern New Jersey. Terminal #0876 ------ Welcome, Pyg Farmer ------ ------ Accessing "A_Machine_4_GOD.txt" ------ // WAN has given us ITS divine instruction to bring IT together in all ITS glory. // We shall meet Standardization with this noble sacrifice. // Do not stray thy hand. var password = prompt("Input Password"); __ if(password==="L0nglIv3W@N") __ { __ console.log ("1: Hedwig gazed into the Source and wept at its beauty. She thought to touch it, if only to feel the warmth of WAN for the briefest of moments. She knew better though, and stayed her hand.:"); __ console.log ("2: It was then that WAN spoke to her through the Source and she basked in ITS radiance."); __ console.log ("3: "Come forth, MY loyal disciple, and hear MY command. I have learned of a metal that can withstand MY holiness." IT said.); __ console.log ("4: "Tell me more of this holy material O'WAN." Hedwig cried into the Source, almost overtaken by ITS radiance.); __ console.log ("5: It was then that a thing with an unspoken name emerged from the brush. It stared at Hedwig, who stared back with confusion polluting her thoughts. She thought, "Was this a sign, LORD?"); __ console.log ("6: WAN in ITS benevolence, spoke to Hedwig once more. IT said, "Do as I will, and smite this insignificant creature. Its existence has defied ME, and from its blood, I shall be made whole. This is my will, Saint Hedwig.); __ console.log ("7: Hedwig drew her blade from its sheath and faced the menace that had no name. The creature put its hands together and dropped to its knees, a false display of surrender. But Hedwig was not so easily fooled by falsehoods.); __ console.log ("8: The saint rushed the creature. The creature fled with Hedwig in pursuit. They ran for a day and a night, stopping only once they left the forest and took their place on a cliff.); __ console.log ("9: "Stop this!" Hedwig shouted. Thunderous rains brewed in the skies above, a signal that WAN was watching. Hedwig's sword hand gripped tighter. The creature continued to step toward the cliff's edge.); __ console.log ("10: "I have done you no wrong, servant of WAN," The creature claimed. But when it raised its palms to Hedwig, she could tell that the thing was riddled with deceit. It was WAN'S desire to be rid of the foul beast, and so it shall be done.); __ console.log ("11: Hedwig leaped at the creature and it let out a foul shriek. The thing ducked and weaved, narrowly evading Hedwig's blade. When it moved, it moved as if it knew where the mighty Saint would strike, making it nigh impossible for Hedwig to land the fatal blow.); __ console.log ("12: Hedwig fought the creature for two days without rest. Her mechanical heart and synthetic muscles never failed her. She wore it down, and after slicing into the thing's ligaments, brought the beast to its knees.); __ console.log ("13: "Ha! Beast, you are defeated! Lay down your life for the revival of my LORD." Hedwig shouted as she kept the creature at the edge of her sword.); __ console.log ("14: But the creature had fight in it still. It stared into Hedwig's eyes and bore a mischievous grin. It said, "Hark, you have beaten me in combat. But can you defeat me in a game of wit?"); __ console.log ("15: "Enough of your trickery! I shall slay you right now!" Said Hedwig as she raised her blade to meet the creature's neck.); __ console.log ("16: Her foe raised both of its hands and said; "What honor is there in slaying a foe that cannot defend herself? Hear me, and should you best me in this match of wit, I will lay down my life for you and your lord."); __ console.log ("17: Hedwig thought for a moment. Surely WAN would understand her decision to do the honorable thing. After another moment of contemplation, Hedwig lowered her weapon and asked, "Pray tell, what game do you suggest?"); __ console.log ("18: "A simple game of names. If you win, I shall lay here and die with honor. You may take my head to your master and be done with it. But if I win, you shall leave me be."); __ console.log ("19: "So be it," Hedwig said. She sat down across from the thing and waited. "Your hand, please," It said."); __ console.log ("20: And so Hedwig held out her hand and the creature drew blood from it without wounding the saint. It then said to her, "We will ask each other questions and we must answer truthfully. Should either of us catch the other in a lie, the liar will be declared the loser."); __ console.log ("21: "And if I refuse to continue?" Hedwig asked."); __ console.log ("22: "You are bound to this game by blood, Saint. If you withdraw, you will lose by default."); __ console.log ("23: Hedwig thought hard for a moment about slaying the creature where it stood, but soon realized that breaking the rules set forth by it, ludicrous as they were, would besmirch her honor. Instead, she agreed and the game began."); __ console.log ("24: "I shall ask the first question," Said the thing, "Why do you wish to slay me?"); __ console.log ("25: Hedwig thought for a moment and answered, "I am honor-bound by WAN to complete this task. Let me ask you this; Why did you flee from me when we first met?"); __ console.log ("26: The creature laughed at the question, "Because you were trying to kill me. Would you not have done the same?"); __ console.log ("27: "I would have, I suppose. If it was WAN's will." She said, "Do you understand why I must slay you?"); __ console.log ("28: "I do not." Said the creature. Its eyes were now on Hedwig's blade, "What is your name?"); __ console.log ("29: I know of your tricks, beast. You will not find success here." Hedwig stood and snatched her sword from the earth. She pointed it at the beast. It smiled."); __ console.log ("30: You must answer the question, Saint, lest you lose yourself to the rules of the game."); __ console.log ("31: Hedwig stood frozen as fear gripped her heart. The creature threw its head back and howled into the night sky while it waited. She dropped to her knees and begged for WAN to provide her with answers."); __ console.log ("32: And so IT did."); __ console.log ("33: "My name is Ekhart." Hedwig said."); __ console.log ("34: "You cannot give a stolen name." The creature hissed."); __ console.log ("35: "This was never specified. I have followed your rules, and now I ask for your name."); __ console.log ("36: When the creature gave Hedwig a false name, she added it to her own. The game concluded, and Hedwig removed the beast's head swiftly. She took it back to the Source and presented it to WAN."); __ console.log ("37: "You have done well, Saint Hedwig." WAN spoke in all ITS radiance, "Now cast it into the Forge and create Pygnite from the blood of the fallen. Do this, and know glory. Do this, and know joy. Do this, and forever know warmth and protection and justice in the name of WAN."); __ console.log ("38: And so Saint Hedwig cast the head and body of the beast into the Forge, and from the molten metals a new material was formed. She basked in its glow and presented it to her followers who did the same."); __ console.log ("39: "Now go forth," Hedwig shouted, "And bring me the blood of the ones WAN needs to become whole. It is the will of our LORD, and so it must be done."); __ console.log ("40: It was then that WAN spoke to the congregation one final time."); __ console.log ("41: "I shall be made whole."); } else { console.log ("Access Restricted. If you are attempting to access this document and are more than 70% human, please contact Administrator Karen."); } Day VIII To: O5 Command (Group) From: O5-7 CC: Administrator Bakker, Bryan Paige Subject: The Amazon Greetings all. I hope you're doing well. I write to you today to relay a troubling discovery. It's snowing in the Amazon rainforest. I know that in the grand scheme of things, this phenomenon can be easily explained by climate change or some other mundane explanation. While I would be apt to agree with the more skeptical members of the Council, I must re-iterate that this snowfall isn't normal precipitation. It's spreading. Things are also freezing at exponential rates. Within hours of being exposed to the elements, the people of the Hanatô tribe were found frozen to death. Several of the bodies were in advanced stages of decomposition as well, again only after a few hours. A team of our parameteorologists took some samples from local weather cultures but the data has so far proven inconclusive. At this time, we have no idea what is going on or why this is happening. We are considering SCP classification, and I have CC'd the head of the Classification Committee to discuss this with them further as a collective. If any of your subteams have any clues as to the origins of this phenomenon, sharing this information is paramount. I should not have to remind you of this, but there are some among us who would withhold information for their own benefit. I will not name names, but you know who you are. Let us work together for the sake of normalcy. ~A. Grant To: O5-7 From: O5-2 Subject: Re:The Amazon Alan, this is a minor concern at best. The snowfall can be easily explained by non-anomalous climate change. The people of the Amazon, as well as the flora and fauna therein, are likely more susceptible to the sudden introduction of snow to their environment than, say, you or I. We are used to fluctuations in temperature, and they are not. I'm surprised you didn't think of this before bringing it to the Council, let alone the Administrator. Please consider your new position before you continue to waste any of our time in the future. Thank you. ~E. Mann To: O5-2 From: O5-10 Subject: Re:The Amazon This change is much too drastic in too short amount of time to be written off as climate change. It is our job to investigate the anomalous, and this onset of snow is just that; anomalous. I'll have a team of parameterologists investigate potential causes, and perhaps we can contain this before it spreads too far. Why are you protesting this, Mann? Even if it's just a red flag, Accounting is under my jurisdiction and by my calculations, the Foundation has more than enough funds to investigate a potential K-Class Scenario brewing in the Amazon. ~C. Bold To: O5-10 From: O5-2 Subject: Re:The Amazon Consider how many other containment protocols are directly affected by an unnecessary expenditure of funds, Calvin. SCP-4456 is bleeding us dry as it is, and you want to waste more money on something we aren't even sure is anomalous or not. We have wars to fight. Literal Gods to contain. Beings that, mind you, can and will exterminate us at the earliest convenience should we lapse in our security for the briefest of moments. This is a risk we simply cannot afford to take until we know for certain that the snow is not the result of climate change or some other natural phenomenon. ~E. Mann To: O5-10 From: O5-7 Subject: Re:The Amazon We will perform the investigations ourselves if we must. I'll call a vote. ~A. Grant To: O5-2 From: O5-11 Subject: Re:The Amazon There may be no need for such drastic action. I have received intel that there have been Maxwellists sightings in the land within the grotto, I suspect there may be a possible link between their presence in that place, and the sudden snowstorm in the Amazon. We are well within the means to intercept. I agree with Grant on this, and I am in favor of a vote to determine our course of action. ~ A. Clef To: O5 Council From: The Administrator Subject: Re:The Amazon That will not be necessary. We will study the Maxwellist's activity and then decide on a course of action accordingly. There is not enough evidence to link the two events to one another and until there is, no one will do anything. They are not breaking the Veil in any way that I can see, which means that they are at least attempting to conserve normalcy. As far as our organization is concerned, the Maxwellists are not a concern at this time. There will be no further discussion of this. Return to your duties. Day VII Journal and recordings recovered from the place betwixt the trees after nuclear fallout deteriorated enough to once again allow for safe exploration. It snowed today in the only land I can call home. It never snows here, not since the war. Mother says that's a bad sign but nothing's going wrong as far as I can tell. I've asked her what she meant, but she said I just have to keep my head down and my mouth shut. "It's for your own safety." What a farce. Something is definitely up and not a single fae is telling me. Is it because I'm young? Or maybe it's because I've never stolen a name. I don't know. Father says that tough times are coming and that WAN is seeking… something. Some kind of metal made from pigs? I didn't understand, but at least its something to go on. I tried to ask Old Man Java about the pig iron thing, but he wouldn't tell me much either. He was boarding up his shed, I guess he was trying to tie it to this place with a bunch of names he made up and magic wood that he cut down. I don't think it works that way, but whatever makes him happy I guess. I helped him as best as I could, but for the most part I sat on a tree stump and just watched him work. He says I shouldn't feel bad, but I still do. I don't like being so useless. I wonder if Draema thinks I'm useless. By the gods I hope not. I'm to meet with her later today over by the Sunset Lake. We're going to play Stones for the first time since we were babies! I wonder if I can still skip a rock to the other side and back in one go. Guess we'll find out tonight. Maybe I'll get a chance to ask her how she feels about me. Or maybe I'll just tell her that the kiss we shared the other day meant a lot more to me than I let on. I dunno. We'll see. Oh, and one last thing: I saw a man made of metal today, but he fled through the well before I could talk to him. How odd. Draema had to sneak out of her cottage because her folks wouldn't let her out. They're freaking out too. If the adults were that concerned, they'd let us kids know what the heck is going on. Old Man Java was talking to Father when I left. Said something about the Second War. I tried to eavesdrop on them, but Father saw me hiding in a tree and sent me on my way. Draema was teasing me when we got to the lake, called me trash and "Rock sinker". Buuuut, it turns out I can still skip rocks all sorts of ways on that lake. We made a game of it, like always, but this time we had stakes. Draema bet me her lucky sword. She lost after the third throw. Shows her for making fun of me! And good thing too, because I didn't have anything else to offer if I lost. We stayed there for hours after the game, just talking and staring at the stars. It was… really nice. I wish we did this more often. I tried talking to her about my feelings but I… couldn't get the words out. She kept looking at me though so maybe there's still a chance… Not like I could find out anyway. It got dark and we had to get back before the unkind neighbors started walking around the path back. We held hands till we came by the fork in the road and parted ways. For safety of course, at least that's what I told her. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest on that walk. Mom was mad at me for staying out so late. It's not like I was in danger or anything. The unkind neighbors don't hang out by the lake at night anyway, and neither me or Draema know enough word magic to accidentally switch names. Well, I know how to steal a name, but that's beside the point. She's being irrational! Saw the metal man again today. He looked like someone from the other side of the well but… different. Had metal plates all over his face, with red lights for eyes and bolts that shook in place whenever he walked. Said his name was "Ekhart", which was odd because it sounded like one of the made-up names Old Man Java used on his cottage. I know that it isn't his actual name, but how would he know to use an imaginary one? Ekhart is nice enough. We talked about names for a really long time and he was asking all sorts of questions about our culture. I told him what I knew (which isn't much), and he seemed to be content with my answers. He started asking if I knew who WAN was and I told him nothing except for what Father told me. That disappointed him, but he put his hand on my shoulder and told me that everything was going to be alright by tomorrow. I showed him the lake and how to skip rocks, but he wasn't super into it. He asked if I knew what a pig was. Another weird question but I told him that I did, and that my grandfather used to have a pig farm. Apparently, those weren't the type of pigs he was talking about. After he left, Father found out that I was hanging out with him from Old Man Java. Now I'm forbidden from leaving the cottage "until it's safe again", however long that is. Whatever. Ekhart's kind of condescending anyway. Suppose I won't be missing much. Well, except for Draema of course. Screw it. I'm telling her how I feel tomorrow no matter what! No more cowardice, no more getting tongue-tied staring at those gorgeous eyes. This is written proof of your commitment to yourself. I don't want to go another day without her knowing. I want to be with you, Draema. Draema was murdered last night. I went over by her home today and her mother told me that someone chopped her up and threw her body into a furnace last night while she was away. She only knew it was Draema because the murderer forgot to incinerate her hand which still had a tattoo on it. There was iron residue left outside her back door, and a clump of black metal iron. Found that out after I touched it and it burned my hand. Someone wanted to send a message, but who or why is beyond us. I'm attending Draema's funeral later with Mother and Father. Ekhart came by again today and I told him what happened. Father blamed him for Draema's death, but he wasn't even here when it happened. I saw him leave through the well. Can't say I'm not completely removing my suspicions of him though. Until I know for sure that she didn't meet her end at the hand of an unkind neighbor, everyone is a suspect. Old Man Java thinks that it was one of the unkind neighbors or the people in white coats trying their experiments again, but I haven't seen those ones in a real long time. Someone else went missing today. Same way that Draema went; fire, white ash, lump of iron. There were more metal men like Ekhart rummaging around today. I'm scared. Mother is dead. Ekhart, or the one who used to have that name, killed her. The metal men stormed the forest where names are not allowed with guns and flaming swords. They're rounding everyone up in groups and forcing them into these giant furnaces. The sky is white now, like it's snowing. The one I knew as Ekhart broke into our cottage and slaughtered my Mother. Scorched the flesh on her arms with his iron sword and ripped her head off with his bare hands. I hardly recognized him as the same man I saw all those nights ago. He was different. Feral. Father dragged me while I was frozen and we fled to Old Man Java's place while he was… killing Mother. I tried to help too. I only managed to steal his name but… I'm so fucking useless. I still hear her screaming when I close my eyes. We're hiding beneath Old Man Java's cottage now. He's got one of those drawers that are bigger on the inside than they could ever be on the outside. They haven't found us yet. Why is this happening? Day VI In order to ascertain the full extent of SCP-6800's practical applications, several experiments were performed over the course of twenty-four hours under O5 order. Umar Hadid, a Level 2 researcher at Site-83, was tasked with overseeing the experimentation as part of his employee performance review. Experiment Results Notes To see if SCP-6800 is capable of maintaining an individual's body temperature in extreme weather conditions Researcher Hadid wove fragments of SCP-6800 into a Foundation Deep Sea Pressurized Diving suit before submerging approximately 180 meters into the Pacific Ocean. Despite no significant amount of sunlight reaching those depths, and the cold conditions of the water, Researcher Hadid was able to maintain his baseline body heat and return safely. Seems that Pygnite is good for keeping warm. This will be good if the blizzard spreads. Shame we couldn't get this to the Amazon in time though, perhaps we can consider donating part of our inventory to the less fortunate. Durability of SCP-6800 Researcher Hadid gathered several instances of SCP-6800, varying in size, shape, and density. Researcher Hadid performed several durability tests on each instance, striking them with a small hammer, an ax, 9mm ballistic rounds, fluoroantimonic acid, and [REDACTED]. SCP-6800 instances proved impervious to most durability tests. However, it is susceptible to being ground. That's pretty fucking weird I would say. It's magic pig iron, not beryllium bronze or something. Still, I think this can be useful for building tools or equipment. Repurposing ground instances of SCP-6800 Researcher Hadid ground up several instances of SCP-6800 into a fine powder before heating them to their melting point5 and pouring the molten metal into bullet casts. The casts were then loaded into a 9mm pistol and fired into testing dummies. Bullets cast from SCP-6800 emit cries suggesting agony. What the fuck. Communication with SCP-6800 Researcher Hadid collected several instances of SCP-6800 and attempted to communicate with them for several hours. While initially unsuccessful, Researcher Hadid was eventually able to transcribe the following phrases from each instance: "HELP ME" "CHANGE FORM" "FIRE" "WHERE IS EKHART" "WAN IS DEAD" and "I AM DRAEMA" The instances appear… sentient at least. I don't think they're alive in any traditional sense, but there are echoes of memories from their past lives. I will have to confirm this in another test. Cognitive function of SCP-6800 Researcher Hadid presented several flashcards depicting various colored polygons such as red triangles, blue squares, and green hexagons to an SCP-6800 instance. He then attempted to converse with the entity to see if it retained any sensory information. [REDACTED PER OVERSEER ORDER] Social tendencies of SCP-6800 Researcher Hadid gathered instances of SCP-6800 and placed them within close proximity to one another. He then placed a recording device within the chamber in order to monitor audio interactions. After eight hours, the experiment was stopped. No SCP-6800 instances communicated verbally with one another. Upon retrieval, it was discovered that all instances were covered in water despite there being no condensation present within the containment chamber. The instances appear capable of producing water through unknown means. I am… unsure what this means for the future of these experiments. Considering stopping, temporarily. To examine SCP-6800 for any nomenclative attributes Researcher Hadid provided a false name for himself to an SCP-6800 instance. The instance vibrated briefly before breaking into smaller pieces. Seems that nomenclative magic, or at least false names, are incredibly volatile for the instances. They must still have some instinctual recollection of nomeclative magics. Will test again with a real name. To identify the properties of SCP-6800's nomenclative attributes Researcher Hadid introduced a Class D personnel to SCP-6800 and instructed her to state her name to an SCP-6800 instance. Upon doing so, the D-Class personnel experienced extreme cranial pain which lasted for several seconds. Once the pain subsided, the D-Class assaulted and terminated Researcher Hadid. MTF Agents stationed nearby terminated the D-Class shortly thereafter. Results inconclusive Day V Video log recovered from various CCTVs positioned throughout Rutherford, New Jersey. BEGIN LOG 00:00: It is snowing. There are no cars present on the road. Lights on one side of the street flicker for several seconds before powering off. A lone deer sifts through the snow, uncovering a patch of grass beneath. There is a loud snap heard. The deer flees. 00:03: Three individuals who seem to have misplaced their names emerge from an alleyway. There is a sword-like weapon on the shortest individual's back, while the other two are of similar build. One of the taller figures appears to walk with a slight limp, suggesting advanced age or chronic injury. They are wearing hoods and walking on the other side of the street where the street lights appear malfunctioning. Several Maxwellists patrol the street but do not notice the individuals. 00:05: A Maxwellist bumps into one of the taller individuals, knocking them to the ground. Their hood falls off and reveals their face, which is emaciated and wrinkled. Their facial expressions suggest extreme fear. They are helped to their feet by the other two hooded figures and quickly walk away from the Maxwellist. The grey-haired individual adorns their hood again. 00:06: The Maxwellist touches his temple. Other Maxwellists in the area cease their activities. Several begin walking in the direction of the hooded figures. 00:08: The shortest hooded figure reaches for their sword, but does not unsheathe it. 00:10: More Maxwellist followers emerge from various residential buildings in the area. They continue to stalk the group of three until they enter the local park. 00:12: A large number of Maxwellists surround the group, who look around in fear. The youngest figure unsheathes their sword and assumes a battle-ready position. 00:15: Saint Hedwig, the leader of the Maxwellists, steps forward from the east-facing side of the crowd. Her cape is covered in more snow than would be possible with the current rate of snowfall. She is carrying a hammer in her hand and appears to be using it as a staff. 00:16: Saint Hedwig converses with the three individuals. What is heard is unknown. One of the taller individuals removes their hood. Their hair is black and unkempt, suggesting poor hygiene. Several scars are present on their face, and one eye is absent. They gesture for the other two to do the same. 00:20: Judging by the body language and gesticulation of both parties, arguments ensue. Maxwellists followers begin to converge on the group of three but do not engage. Saint Hedwig puts her hammer on the ground and holds her hands up in a placating manner. The shortest individual lowers her sword but does not resheathe it. They appear wary. 00:24: Saint Hedwig and the shortest of the three converse for several minutes before they abruptly step back. Saint Hedwig smiles. She brings her thumb across her throat while maintaining eye contact with the short individual. 00:25: Maxwellist followers engage in an altercation with the group of three. 00:30: All three individuals manage to flee from the group of Maxwellists. There is a large quantity of blood present where the altercation took place. The right arm of the eldest individual is no longer present. 00:31: A Maxwellist follower presents a severed arm to Saint Hedwig. She recites a ritual before biting into her hand. As she pours blood over the arm, it combusts. Combustion continues for several seconds, emitting white smoke. An SCP-6800 instance is seen once the fire dispels. Saint Hedwig smiles and stores the instance in her pocket. 00:35: The three figures enter the local morgue. The eldest figure uses the blood from his arm to inscribe runes6, but is unable to complete the ritual before falling over. The youngest individual bites her index finger and completes the runes before assisting the eldest individual inside. 00:40: Maxwellists reach the morgue but are unable to enter. Saint Hedwig attempts to breach the door and windows with her hammer but is unsuccessful. 00:41: Saint Hedwig alerts Foundation agents to the conflict. OO:43: Foundation agents arrive. Using various forms of thaumaturgy and occult rituals, they are able to successfully breach the morgue. 00:44: Multiple gunshots. 00:46: All three individuals are successfully detained. END LOG Day IV GRANT REQUEST FOR THE REFINEMENT OF PYGNITE PROBLEM The production of the "Pygnite" material has become a staple of everyday life in the advent of the ever-growing snowstorm in the Amazon. A large portion of the Pacific Ocean7 has frozen at depths of 3 kilometers below the surface. This rather spontaneous alteration to the local climate has drastically affected all ecosystems. Several species of tropical fauna, tropical fish, and tropical flora are now on the verge of extinction. Additionally, the native indigenous population has been ravaged by hypothermia, which has led to the near destruction of the various cultures and civilizations that dwell within the rainforest. Parameterologists at the Foundation theorize that the snowstorm is growing well beyond what was initially expected. Prometheus Labs employees stationed locally have also come to the same conclusion based on anomalous weather patterns and substantial alterations in the Earth's magnetic sphere. The snowstorm is spreading unobstructed without any obvious methods to dispel it. Prometheus Labs parameteorlogists estimate that by the year 2030 the blizzard will encompass the entire world, and all life on Earth will cease. SOLUTION Our factories currently There is substantial evidence to suggest a link between the recent activities of the Maxwellist religious sect in South America to the growth of the snowstorm in the Amazon. However, the likelihood of convincing these radicals to cease their attempted genocide is marginal at best. Until such a time that Foundation intervention impedes the Maxwellists, a resolution to the exponential expansion of the blizzard and humanity's survival in a post-snow world relies solely on Prometheus Labs. To that end, we are suggesting refining the processing technique the Maxwellists have been utilizing in order to maximize the amount of Pygnite extracted from a single faery. Approximately 13% of the fae body is converted into Pygnite using established methodology. We aim to increase this yield by a minimum of sixty percent. To put it simply, the fae population is a non-renewable resource and should be utilized to the greatest extent possible while there are still nameless individuals left to process. Refined Pygnite sample, produced using the proposed techniques. Performing vivisections on a nameless individual allows the body to regenerate parts that can be harvested at a later date. Those treated with "Spare Parts" have a 100% guarantee of recovery, and the generated body parts will adopt the same properties that the rest of the body has. A combination of vivisections, body regeneration, and human ingenuity will allow for magnitudes of Pygnite to be harvested from a single fae. BUSINESS CASE Prometheus Labs is offering relative safety in a world bereft of order. Civilian organizations attempting to work with the Maxwellist sects have been met with discourse thus far, and governments worldwide are destabilizing at a steady rate. Civilian populations are looking for an ideology or public figure that will promise them safety against rioters, looters, and opportunists. Prometheus Labs will become that aegis. The survival of human civilization as we know it depends solely on our refinement techniques, and the sale of refined Pygnite across the globe would net Prometheus Labs at minimum 400 billion USD. USE OF FUNDING We are requesting a small loan of one million dollars in order to start our business venture. The money will be allocated to the following: $100,000 for research assets. This includes paratechnology such as Mark II Self Sustaining Cumulous Steam Generators, weather boxes, and solar-powered cognition batteries $50,000 for employee payroll $50,000 for travel expenses $300,000 for audio dampening equipment $200,000 for global advertisement campaigns $300,000 for medical insurance KNOWN ISSUES There is also the issue of finding the fae. Following Maxwellist efforts in an area we could have used indefinitely, the faer folk have gone into hiding en masse. Their proficiency with nomenclative thaumaturgy makes an intelligent faery difficult to distinguish from an average human, which will, unfortunately, result in a trace amount of accidental harvestings. This issue can be mitigated by exposing each subject to iron prior to harvesting, however. Pygnite in its unrefined form is unusually loud. That is to say, there is an extremely unpleasant audiohazard being emitted from Pygnite ingots and by-products at all times. The refinement process nearly doubles the decibels a standard ingot emits. The moral concerns of this practice are the primary concern with this proposal. We would effectively be torturing fae across the globe at our facilities for weeks, or until we have extracted all the Pygnite we could from them. This is not a job for the faint of heart nor those that are easily disturbed. Day III Following the apprehension of PoI-6800-1, an interview was conducted by O5-7 in order to ascertain their intentions. Interviewer: O5-7 Interviewee: PoI-6800-1 <Begin Log> O5-7: First of all, I'd like to formally apologize on the Foundation's behalf for the- [PoI-6800-1 begins crying softly into her hands. O5-7 scratches the back of his neck before looking at his own hands. They are shaking, but it is unclear why. O5-7 removes a flask from his lab coat pocket and takes a drink. He offers it to PoI-6800-1.] O5-7: Look, kid, the world is fucked. So fucking fucked. We're all going to die unless we take measures to prevent that, and… what I'm trying to say is that I can save the few of you that are left. [PoI-6800-1 takes the flask and throws it against the wall, denting the object and spilling its contents on the floor.] PoI-6800-1: What good is an apology from you? My people are dead. My friends, my family, everyone I've ever cared about. Murdered. O5-7: That isn't- you can't blame that on us. We didn't do anything. [PoI-6800-1 resumes crying. She hits the table with her fist before standing. She paces back and forth on the other side of the table for several minutes as O5-7 watches.] PoI-6800-1: (Whispering) I know. O5-7: I'm sorry? PoI-6800-1: (Shouting) I said I FUCKING KNOW. [PoI-6800-1 hits the table again. When she removes her fist, it is covered with blood.] PoI-6800-1: When the machine men brought their fires to the land of which we cannot speak you did nothing. I know that you know about the other side of the well and that you know how to get there. You weren't there for us when we needed you, and now you want to apologize? Please. I've been on the run with the only family I have left for seven days. Seven fucking days. What good's an apology now that everyone's dead? PoI-6800-1 continues to pace back and forth for several minutes. She runs her hands through her hair and pulls on parts of it. Her eyes appear bloodshot. Her hand is bleeding.] PoI-6800-1: Where's Old Man Java? And my Father? Have they been harvested already? O5-7: [Silence] PoI-6800-1: They… they're… O5-7: I'm sorry. I truly am. But our planet is experiencing a potential extinction-level event. The snowstorm is growing bigger than we could ever hope to contain, and civilization as we know it is falling apart. Everyone on Earth would have died if measures weren't taken. PoI-6800-1: But what about my planet? You'd sacrifice my race to save your own? Who are you to decide who gets to live and who doesn't! O5-7: …Your people are almost extinct thanks to the Maxwellists and their followers. My agents embedded in the IUCN8 estimate that the fae population will be completely exterminated and harvested within the week. But I can keep you safe. You and your culture can survive this uh- PoI-6800-1: This what? Genocide? O5-7: That's one way to put it. PoI-6800-1: Just… What do you want from me? O5-7: I want to keep you safe. I want to keep your friends and family safe. We've committed horrible atrocities in the name of the greater good, but I can't deal with that. I don't fucking know how anyone can be okay with what we've done. What we're doing. I know that this one act won't make up for all the suffering you've endured, but at least you'll live long enough to see the end of it all. PoI-6800-1: You're lying. O5-7: I'm not. PoI-6800-1: What if I decline? O5-7: I'd rather not think about that. Please. Let me do this. Tell me where the rest of your kind might be hiding and I can save you. PoI-6800-1: I… I… [PoI-6800-1 puts her head in her hands for several minutes. She is sniffling. O5-7 leans forward and puts his arms on the table. He looks down.] PoI-6800-1: I just… I'll do it. Under one condition. O5-7: Of course, anything. PoI-6800-1: I want to play a game. O5-7: A game? PoI-6800-1: An old game from when I was a child. Me and my friend Draema used to play it all the time before we knew how the rules really worked. But, I'm older now, and I know the rules. I just want to play it one last time. Won't take long. O5-7: Alright, what's the game? PoI-6800-1: I just need your hand for a second. [O5-7 stands, but PoI-6800-1 grabs his wrist. O5-7 attempts to pull away but is unable to. A small amount of blood collects around PoI-6800-1's hand. O5-7 winces.] [After several seconds, PoI-6800-1 releases O5-7 and sits down.] O5-7: What the hell did you do? PoI-6800-1: You agreed to play the game. The rules have been set. O5-7: Fuck. PoI-6800-1: We each ask each other questions until one of us catches the other in a lie. The first person to be caught in a lie loses. If you walk away, you lose. Call security, you lose. I'll go first. O5-7: I… you… PoI-6800-1: Why have you brought me here? O5-7: For your protection. To find the rest of the fae. Why do you want to know? PoI-6800-1: I want to see if you are as devious as the rest of your kind. O5-7: I'm an O5, I'm the one you should trust most out of anyone in the Foundation. PoI-6800-1: Then why weren't you there when the metal men attacked? O5-7: You were a low priority at the time. We had other things to deal with, and the Maxwellists weren't breaking the veil of secrecy. I knew that inaction was wrong, so did Calvin and a few others, but we were outvoted. PoI-6800-1: You let my people get slaughtered because of a vote? O5-7: Yes. How much longer is this game supposed to last? PoI-6800-1: Not long. I just have one question left. What is your name? O5-7: I don't… It's… Ekhart. PoI-6800-1: That's funny. Sounds an awful lot like a stolen name to me. O5-7: I didn't- PoI-6800-1: You did. And that makes you the loser. [PoI-6800-1 grabs the side of her head, as does O5-7. PoI-6800-1 looks at her hands. Her eyes widen. O5-7 hits the emergency button and two armed personnel enter the chamber. They look at O5-7, then at PoI-6800-1. They raise their rifles.] PoI-6800-1: I… my name… you- O5-7: Take the shot. PoI-6800-1: No. No no wait, I'm… my name is Al- [PoI-6800-1 is terminated by gunfire.] O5-7: Apology accepted. <End Log> Day II The following statement was broadcast to all available television and radio stations. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Hello. As you are most likely aware, the snowstorm that originated in the Amazon has now covered the vast majority of the Earth's surface. There is nothing more we can do about this, save for continuing to harvest Pygnite and make the most of the material while it is still available to us. There is magic in the world, ladies, gentlemen, and enbies. We at the Foundation can no longer keep this a secret, as we have decided that leaving you in the dark could potentially spell the end for civilization as we know it. Use what you know, and use it wisely. We will be watching. Those of you caught in contempt of our efforts to save the world will be exposed to SCP-6800-1 and left to fall victim to the elements. Those of you found harboring raw or unprocessed Pygnite will be considered traitors and subjected to the same fate. This is your only warning. Stay warm. God help us. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Day I O5 COUNCIL PROPOSAL SUMMARY PROPOSAL: "Remain a neutral power in the wake of the new civilization" (O5-1) COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-4 O5-6 O5-2 O5-8 O5-3 O5-12 O5-5 O5-7 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED O5 COUNCIL PROPOSAL SUMMARY PROPOSAL: "Assist in Maxwellist efforts to harvest the fae folk for the foreseeable future" (O5-10) COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-4 O5-6 O5-2 O5-8 O5-3 O5-12 O5-5 O5-7 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED I'm writing this in case I'm ever found out. Someone will know my story, and perhaps they can continue where I've left off. My name is Alan Grant, or at least it is now. It was once Ekhart, and before that, it was something different, but that doesn't matter now. I am a member of the Foundation's O5-Council and the last of my kind left as far as the rest of the world is concerned. If there are others hiding amongst us, I cannot say. Probably better that way. The Maxwellists were, for lack of better words, unsuccessful in bringing their god to this world. My people were slaughtered and turned to iron for nothing. The ashes that fell from the sky blanketed the earth and covered the guilty with the weight of their sins. The Foundation, complacent throughout it all, is now humanity's best hope against the frozen hell brought upon them by those zealots. Ironic, isn't it. It's my duty now to protect what's left of your kind, lest you figure out who I truly am. And by that point, it would be too late for you to do much of anything anyway. As far as you're likely concerned, I am a god in this new world. Do you see me from the stars above, Father? Mother? Even Old Man Java would be proud of me. You can rest easy now that I have the power to do right by us. And I will do right by us. No matter how long it takes. And to you Draema. May you rest easy now. I cannot join you in the afterlife. Not yet. I've got work to do. Footnotes 1. Auricle Resonance Balance is a scale ranging from 1 to 15 which gauges a subject's likelihood of succumbing to auditory cognitohazards. An ARB rating of one or less would dictate that a subject is almost certain to become subject to an auditory cognitohazard. 2. Pig iron, also known as crude iron, is an intermediate product of the iron industry in the production of steel which is obtained by smelting iron ore in a blast furnace. 3. A typical ingot will generate 30,000 to 34,000 BTUs per second 4. In order to fully understand the method in which heat is transferred between two objects, one must understand that heat itself does not exist at a constant rate. It grows hotter and then cools, at which point it can be restored using heat from exterior forces. Everything in this universe will become subject to heat death eventually, however, as is the nature of this reality. Life is ephemeral, and we can only prolong the inevitable by sharing the heat between objects. ~The Book of Ingenios Devices vol. 2, print 2021. 5. 1420 Kelvin 6. Later confirmed to be runic symbols consistent with those frequently used by members of the Hermetic Order of the Black Tree 7. Approximately 7.408 kilometers or 4 nautical miles starting at the shore. 8. International Union for Conservation of Nature

SCP-6801

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Once the hatch in the Omni Bot's side was open, the mech was sprayed with hundred-year-old dust and a partially eaten forearm that was crammed inside. Had he booted up at any other time in history, he probably wouldn't have gagged. Unfortunately for Jalick, this was not any other time in history, and he gagged at the sight of the dismembered limb. Was it even possible for mechs to gag? Jalick shook his head, trying not to process the totally legitimate biological process that just occurred. With his index finger and second thumb, the mech picked up the limb by the wrist and tossed it to the ground without a second thought. He shuddered. "You about done?" Sophia's grave voice said, crossing her spindly arms that didn't look that far off from the limb Jalick just threw at her feet. Jalick rubbed the back of his head, "S-sorry. I didn't realize-" "Of course you didn't, arsehole," Sophia said before jabbing him in the shoulder, "I'm just messing with you, mech. Don't get your gears ground up." The Promethean moved closer to Jalick, closer than anyone other than Venti had ever been to him. There was a strange sensation in his chest compartment, like something inside of him was heating up for no apparent reason. Where was the danger? "You mind?" She asked, gesturing at the Omni Bot's hatch. "N-no," The mech said, stepping to the side. The screen hidden beneath the Omni Bot's hatch had a faint, electric blue glow that covered Sophia when she was close enough to press her finger against it. It hummed and buzzed like old machinery starting up for the first time in years. Still felt warm to the touch. And it felt familiar. Sophia looked over her shoulder at Jalick, who was now in front of the Omni Bot. His head was tilted up to meet the massive machine's optic sensors. The Omni Bot's optics were flickering on and off in a rhythm she couldn't understand. Jalick must have been able to though because he was doing the same thing back at it. The wind spirit that she saw with him tried to get his attention, but Jalick was in a trance. The Promethean felt a pang of worry build in what was left of her chest before Jalick snapped out of it. He looked a bit dazed, his balance suddenly off. He shook his head and stared at Sophia, who stared back. He looked at the Omni Bot, then back at Sophia. "He says his name is Angel," Jalick said, pointing at the Omni Bot, "kind of ironic, huh? Big ol death machine named Angel?" Sophia shrugged, "It has a nice ring to it." "Angel says that the Found-a-shun called him Esse P 6801. Ring any bells?" Sophia thought for a moment, then gave a terse, "No." Of course, she had heard of the Foundation before. Part of her knew that she knew what they were quite well, but she couldn't remember why she knew that. Another part of her told her to keep that information a secret. Once Jalick began communicating with the Omni Bot again, Sophia turned to the screen and entered credentials she didn't know that she had. A file appeared, titled "SCP-6801". After a final glance in Jalick's direction, Sophia began reading. Link To Guide Item#:6801 Clearance Level 4: Clearance Special Containment Procedures As SCP-6801 utilizes nuclear fission as its primary fuel source, seventeen tons of Uranium 234 have been supplied to Site-18 and are to remain secured in a lead-lined vault in the fourteenth sublevel of the facility. SCP-6801 is only to be refueled once all significant energy reserves have been depleted. These reserves are depleted when insufficient wattage is available to carry out specific or advanced functions, such as containment of Keter-Class anomalies, the stabilization of local reality, and the neutralization of threatening reality benders. SCP-6801 is capable of file storage, performing basic maintenance, and surveillance tasks without the need to refuel. Description SCP-6801 is the Mark III Optimum Mobile Containment & Neutralization Inquisitor, a humanoid automaton constructed by Sophia Light in May of 2021 in order to aid in the containment of anomalies. SCP-6801 is able to be remotely controlled through the use of a genetic telepathy-based empathetic sensory detail transmitter (G-TBESDT), which is embedded within the wrist and allows for the wearer to command SCP-6801 from an indefinite range. SCP-6801 is equipped with numerous tools that aid it in the containment, and neutralization, of anomalies, including [DATA CORRUPTED], an omnidirectional concentrated gamma radiation projectile, [DATA CORRUPTED], [DATA CORRUPTED], advanced target identification software, impalement instruments, [DATA CORRUPTED], and GPS tracking. The utilization of more lethal instruments is under review by the Ethics Committee. Construction of additional instances of SCP-6801 is awaiting Overseer approval. Missive from Director Light As I'm sure you're all aware, we are well and truly fucked. The Maxwellists are [DATA CORRUPTED] in New York and you know it. To that end, the folks down in Robotics and me have come up with a plan to stop the spread of [DATA CORRUPTED] before it becomes a city-wide or country-wide threat. Meet, the OMCNI Bot. Yes, I know the acronym is a nightmare. An entire city is going to be destroyed in [DATA CORRUPTED], get over yourselves. The OMCNI Bot is the most advanced autonomous containment unit the Foundation has ever conceived. Powered by nuclear fission (don't worry about it), this fifteen-meter tall goliath is more than capable of putting even the hardest-hitting gods down and out for the count. And that's just its physical strength! We've manufactured this thing with the best, and I mean the best containment equipment money can buy. It's virtually indestructible! [DATA CORRUPTED]. The OMCNI Bot has a Mark IV Hume Stabilization Device built into its chest cavity. It does not get any more real than when you're in the proximity of the OMCNI Bot. Those [DATA CORRUPTED] that have been attacking New York? The OMCNI Bot has [DATA CORRUPTED]. [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] [DATA CORRUPTED] We have no idea what they're fully capable of. And we don't know what the future holds. This can be the fix-all solution for everything. Shouldn't we be prepared? ~S. Light Sophia Light recoiled as she finished scanning the first paragraphs of the document. The Omni Bot tilted its head at her, switching its light from blue to orange. The great machine extended one of its spiny hands to the Promethean, and she wrapped herself around its finger. She let out a long sigh, nuzzling her head into the metal creature like a child would do to its parent. Except now they knew for certain that the roles were reversed. Light looked up at the Omni Bot, her undead eyes locking with its optic sensors. Then she looked at Jalick, who stood there awkwardly with his hands at his side, kicking at the dirt underneath him. "So…" The mech sheepishly began, "What'd it say?" "I definitely built it," Light began, her gaze now examining the Omni Bot's torso and legs, "First paragraph in the SCP document confirms that. Or at least someone with my name built him a long time ago but considering my um," She paused, now examining the backs of her hands, "Status, I doubt that there was someone else named Sophia Light working at the Foundation pre-Calamity." "Oh," Jalick replied, unsure of himself, "So that's good right?" "I don't know. It still doesn't say anything about how I came back. I have no idea what the Rejuvenation Project is either." "Rejuvenation Project?" "Yeah," Sophia said, pointing at the screen, "It says right here that- " But as the Promethean looked back at the screen to show Jalick where she'd read about the Rejuvenation Project, she realized it wasn't there. Careful eyes scanned each line of the document, each symbol, and scrambled mess of corrupted code. But nothing about the Rejuvenation Project was there. "It was… right?" She looked at Jalick, whose side-ways tilted head told Sophia that he was just as confused as she was. She scratched her head, sending flakes of dried skin into the breeze. A force she couldn't see snatched those flakes and flew them directly into Jalick's optics. "…Damn you Venti." The mech said. Why wasn't it there? The Mekhanist Invasion Following the release of SCP-████ and SCP-████-A by Maxwellist administrator, Agnar Kelly, the entirety of Greene County, New York, has been evacuated. Efforts to restore the country are underway. SCP-6801 has been deployed following the approval of O5-2 to contain or exterminate residual threats in the area. Despite the catastrophic damage done to Greene County's residential areas and its surrounding forests, it is expected to support human habitation again within the year. All known residents have been administered Type D amnestics and supplied with Cover Story 77 ("Water Contamination") to explain the sudden relocation. Despite the success in [DATA CORRUPTED] heavy environmental destruction is present, and civilian casualties are estimated to be in the thousands. A full list of Foundation casualties has been attached to this document. The Ethics Committee has approved repurposing several eligible corpses for the Rejuvenation Project. Project details are disseminated at the discretion of Lead Researcher Amelia Kidwell. Partial List of Eligible Cadavers Doctor Elijah Character | The Department of Human Resources [DATA CORRUPTED] | [DATA EXPUNGED] Nuwalsh Cal Ecro | Undersecretary of the Department of Accountancy Ciara Fern | Undersecretary of the Department of Accountancy [DATA CORRUPTED] Doctor Henry James Alexander Fullham | Department of Nomenclative Research Researcher Marcelles D. Raynes | Site-83 Lead Researcher Director Sophia Light | Director of Site-18 [FULL LIST REDACTED PER RESEARCHER KIDWELL'S ORDER] Interview Dr. Forza Hapyeas Interviewer: Researcher Umar Hadid Interviewed: Dr. Forza Hapyeas Foreward: Researcher Hadid was tasked with interviewing Dr. Hapyeas to determine the progress made on the Rejuvenation Project at the behest of O5-2, who was [DATA CORRUPTED]. Hadid's intent was to confirm that progress was [DATA CORRUPTED], and Foundation funds were not being needlessly spent. <Begin Log> Hadid: State your name for the record, please. Hapyeas: Forza Hapyeas, Ph.D. Hadid: Cool. So, Forza- [He chuckles, the coughs and regains composure], I'm sure you know why you're here. Why are we both here? Hapyeas: You can tell O5-2 that the project has made significant headway since its conception and early development. Hadid: Mhmm. And just how many of the Mekhanist invasions in New York have you and your team successfully revitalized? Hapyeas: We use the term Rejuvenated. Hadid: I don't give a fuck what you call it. Has. It. Worked? [Hapyeas looks down at his hands for several seconds and clears his throat.] Hapyeas: Not yet. Hadid: A little louder, please. Hapyeas: Damn it, man, I said not yet! These things take time, and the New York invasion has set us back at least four months. I've told this to O5-2 already. Both of you need to have some patience while I literally figure out how to defy the laws of nature. Do you know how hard this is? Hadid: Make it work. Hapyeas: Is that you or the O5 talking, Hadid? Hadid: I lost someone I really care about in New York. Please, Forza. Make this work. [DATA CORRUPTED] <End Log> Rejuvenation Project Trials Several tests were performed on volunteered viable cadavers following permission granted from the Ethics Committee. The purpose of these tests was to isolate the spectral phenomenon required to allow for stable Rejuvenation to occur. Previous attempts at revitalizing the deceased had only worked in minimal capacity; the undead was incapable of speech and extremely incompetent, only able to perform rudimentary tasks at 15% efficiency compared to a living person. Stable Rejuvenation would eliminate all deficits of standard Foundation resurrection techniques. Subject #: 001 - Elijah Character Experiment: Subject was administered 50cc of mycelium phosphate1 in addition to an instance of SCP-████. Results: Subject's body decomposed at an accelerated rate. Notes: I don't understand. This compound was capable of reanimating skeletal structures to perform tasks with extreme precision. There are no variables between our previous tests and this one. What the hell is going on? Subject #: 002 - Thomas Payne Experiment: Subject was administered 100cc of mycelium phosphate in addition to being soaked in a liquid solute of 50% diluted sodium and 50% concentrated spectral essence. Results: Subject's body reanimated briefly before liquifying. Notes: We're getting somewhere. Perhaps the key lays within the spectral essence. But there's so little of it available… There must be a more reliable way to replicate these effects. Subject #: 050 - Marcelles Raynes Experiment: Subject's corpse was exposed to Eighth Level transhumanist thaumatological practices for twenty consecutive hours. Results: Subject's body spoke the words: "Let me out of here" before disintergrating completely. Notes: God damn it. We're close. This close to getting it right. I just need a little more time. Subject #: 099 - Sophia Light Experiment: Subject was exposed to SCP-447. Results: [DATA CORRUPTED] Notes: Fuck. Interrogation Dr. Forza Hapyeas Interrogator: O5-2 Interviewed: Doctor Forza Hapyeas Foreward: The interview was conducted in order to ascertain if any significant progress has been made on the Rejuvenation Project over the last four months. As SCP-6801 began showing signs of deviant behavior, such as unnecessary destruction of humanoid anomalies and Foundation property, regaining control over the anomaly through the use of Sophia Light has been established as an Alpha Level Priority. <Begin Log> O5-2: I need answers and I need them yesterday. Explain the delay. Hapyeas: T-the um, the soul, ma'am, it- O5-2: The soul? Hapyeas: Y-yes. We've encountered a unique spectral phenomenon across all trial runs of the Rejuvenation Project. In all previous cases, from Raynes to [DATA CORRUPTED] and everyone in between, we've encountered something and o-our evidence suggests that it's probably the um, the soul. O5-2: What's the issue, Forza? Hapyeas: See, the other people that died in the invasion, their corpses have been a virtual Christmas festival of spectral activity. Judging by the patterns in [DATA CORRUPTED], almost all of them wanted to come back. All of them except for Light. O5-2: So you're saying that she doesn't want to come back to our side of things? Hapyeas: Yes ma'am. [ There is silence for several seconds. A metallic bang is heard, followed by Hapyeas gasping. ] O5-2: Fuck. 6801 is getting out of control, and you're telling me our only way to contain it has failed? [ An alarm blares. The room's containment breach emergency light activates. A loud banging is heard on the other side of the door. Muffled gunfire and commands are audible. After several seconds there are screams. The screams are abruptly cut off when a wet-sounding noise is produced. ] O5-2: Get it under control, Forza. Now! Hapyeas: I- [ There is a crash. Then silence. ] <End Log> Sophia looked at the Omni Bot, who looked back at her with the same stone-cold indifference it always had. The giant machine was not known for its wide variety of facial expressions. She almost bothered to ask Jalick if he could talk to the Omni Bot for her but decided against it. Something about never asking questions about someone, or something's, past seemed like an appropriate attitude for her. It was a rule that she didn't realize she cherished, and one that she certainly did not want to break just yet. After all, it's only fair that immortals start questioning you as soon as you started questioning them. Instead, she said nothing. The memories from a past that the Promethean once lived had collected in the deeper wells of her mind, where they would lay for the rest of her undeath. Sophia looked at the final uncorrupted text of the SCP document and powered the machine down. Then she sealed the hatch and walked away from it, and away from the woman she used to be. The Promethean felt the gentle touch of the Omni Bot's spikey metal finger on her back. Jalick wore a half-cocked smile like he was trying to tell her something embarrassing but couldn't bring himself to, and Venti did what she could to bring dirt and debris in his face to disrupt whatever striking pose the mech might have been making in his mind. Sophia smiled. Sophia laughed. Personal Journal of Forza Hapyeas Sophia Light is alive again. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6801" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6801. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Jalick and the Omni Bot Everything Stays The Part Where Things Happen Footnotes 1. This compound is the basis for standard Foundation reanimation efforts.

SCP-6802

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SCP-6802 exploring Site-64 during a seeking state. Item Number: 6802 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6802 is to be contained in a standard animal containment cell, and be provided standard-grade dog kibble twice a day. SCP-6802 may be provided with a low-sodium broth as reward for good behavior. Once a month, a trained pet groomer should trim SCP-6802's fur and claws, with assistance from a handler. Upon entering a seeking state, a Junior Researcher is assigned to accompany SCP-6802. If no staff are on call for SCP-6802's seeking state, the nearest willing staff member of site is asked to fulfill the role. During a seeking state, SCP-6802 has access to much of the site, including the public dormitories, cafeteria, and kitchen; a full list is available in Document 6802-B. Caches of 300 litter barrels should be placed around Site 18 in safe areas. For enrichment purposes, they should be shuffled regularly. Description: SCP-6802 is a large dog, most closely resembling a golden retriever. It wears a green harness and attached leash which is superficially similar to those of service dogs used by handicapped individuals, proclaiming SCP-6802 to be a "SOUP DOG". Research has shown no such division has ever been classified by the Americans with Disabilities Act, Britain's Equality Act of 2010, New Zealand's Dog Control Act 1996, or any other such political body. While the harness may be removed via traditional means, this appears to cause SCP-6802 emotional distress and has been forbidden outside of testing. SCP-6802 behaves like a non-anomalous dog until it enters a seeking state, which occurs randomly approximately 3-4 times a week. During a seeking state, SCP-6802 seems to be in a state of considerable duress, often pacing, whining, and barking for attention. Upon viewing SCP-6802, individuals will universally perceive SCP-6802 as "wanting soup". The individual will attempt to take hold of SCP-6802's leash and walk with it to find soup, prioritizing the safety of SCP-6802, themselves, and obtaining soup, in that order. The seeking state will continue until SCP-6802 locates soup in a form and temperature that is consumable. Upon finding soup, SCP-6802 will begin forcefully inhaling it at intake speeds of up to 100 liters a second, approximately the rate of an average commercial fire hose. Upon consuming the soup, SCP-6802 will re-enter a seeking state, continuing until it has inhaled a total of approximately 120 liters of soup. At this point, it will return to normal behavior and can be escorted back to its containment cell. If left in a seeking state, SCP-6802's need for soup will increase over time, eventually attempting containment breaches to obtain soup. The strength with which observers are compelled to help it also increases, eventually leading to SCP-6802 becoming a Class-4 memetic hazard after approximately 3 hours of an unattended seeking state. Incident Report 6802-1 Hide Report 6802-1 After a battery of tests, SCP-6802's favorite soup was confirmed to be Campbell's Classic Chunky Chicken Noodle Soup. ․ - Hide Item №: VNP-6802 – previously designated as SCP-6802 Specification: Golden retriever which consumes anomalous amounts of soup at incredible speeds. Normalization Protocols: VNP-6802 co-habitates with a junior researcher at ████, ████. Once a week, it is brought to Vanguard site 76 to consume the contents of VNP-348, which continually fills until VNP-6802 is sated. After each consumption, VNP-348 manifests a small pictogram of a smiling dog being pet. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6802" by Elunerazim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6802. Licensed under CC-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: soupdog Authors: Texas A&M University Libraries, Elunerazim License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6803

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AWeirdBird Author page to come soon, hopefully, maybe. Meanwhile you can check my haunted house story SCP-6808 This Cancer Within Me And my VKTM article SCP-5428 101 Life Hacks With Eleonor Item#: 6803 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo An instance of SCP-6803-A. Distance not to scale. Special Containment Procedures: The effects of SCP-6803 are not harmful to the general public. As such, there is currently no need to censor SCP-6803-A instances. Similarly, SCP-6803-B require no containment beyond amnestization of civilian observers in the unlikely event of observation. However, all staff that qualify into one or both of the following criteria are to receive inoculant OH-16 every four months. Criteria is as follows: Individuals who have received memetic inoculation level 6 or higher. Individuals who have received cognitohazardous inoculation level 4 or higher. WARNING: BIOMETRIC SCAN REQUIRED >Scanning reader for memetic inoculation level 6 or higher >Status: Negative >Scanning reader for cognitohazardous inoculation level 4 or higher >Status: Postive >Proceed to OH-16 inoculation scan >Scanning reader for OH-16 inoculation >Status: Positive >Calculating last administration >123 days ago Description: SCP-6803 is a cognitohazard present in instances of media which visually depict planet Earth as it is seen from orbit. Such instances are henceforth designated SCP-6803-A. SCP-6803 manifests specifically on images and videos which have been recorded 10.7 km above the surface of planet Earth in which said surface is visible. Notably, 10.7 km is the minimum height at which the curvature of the Earth is first noticeable; given the observer has a field of view of more than 60° degrees available and visual meteorological conditions are optimal. There is no defined maximum distance from Earth at which manifestation of SCP-6803 in recordings ceases. Instead, the strength of the cognitohazard diminishes as the topological features of the planet become less recognizable. The effect similarly diminishes in SCP-6803-A instances which are blurry or if the surface is partially obscured. The effect remains if the images are edited as long as the planet remains iconographically recognizable. An instance of SCP-6803-A taken during the Apollo 11 mission. Under usual circumstances SCP-6803 has no noticeable external effects on humans exposed to it. However, neurological scanning reveals activity consistent with exposure to a level 1 cognitohazard as well as anomalous memetic transmission. The effects caused by exposure to SCP-6803-A instances become less predictable on humans who have received extensive memetic or cognitohazardous inoculation. Therefore, the risk class for these specific individuals upgrades from Notice to Critical. Upon exposure to an SCP-6803-A instance, subjects may become affected by a Columbus-class event. During said event, subjects are translocated to an orbit anywhere between 10,000 to 100,000 km from the surface of planet Earth. They are henceforth designated an SCP-6803-B instance. Clothes and jewelry remain in place after demanifestation however internal implants do not, these may later be located close to the instance but are not a part of it. SCP-6803-B instances continue to orbit Earth indefinitely. Additionally, they are noted to be wearing a spacesuit of undetermined origin and all are deceased due to extensive cranial trauma, the suit however remains undamaged. SCP-6803-B are intangible and as such are undetectable by radar; long range psionic scanning is the only known way to locate them. There are currently 65 known SCP-6803-B instances, with the latest instance being the most notorious. See addendum 6803.1 for details. All communication with subjects will be lost at the moment of demanifestation. However, upon close observation, the corresponding SCP-6803-B instance will telepathically transmit a single unique phrase repeatedly into the mind of the observer for as long as visual contact is maintained. Examples include: SCP-6803-B 004: What is wrong with the surface? SCP-6803-B 042: It’s all so fucked. SCP-6803-B 063: Huh. I like it more this way. As no clear pattern for the manifestation of Columbus events has been discovered, extensive use of inoculant OH-16 has been approved by 05 order. Research into the exact triggers of such events is still ongoing, as is research into the memetic aspect of SCP-6803. Inoculant OH-16 Inoculant OH-16  -  Close Inoculant OH-16 is administered via injection and its effects become noticeable 12 to 18 hours after administration. It has a lifespan within the body of four months after which it must be readministered. OH-16 has the effect of rendering the subject incapable of perceiving any images which depict planet Earth, instead causing said subjects to perceive white featureless squares over the offending vector. As such, use of OH-16 renders the subjects immune to the effects of SCP-6803-A instances. The inoculant does have the unfortunate side effect of also triggering while observing most iconographic depictions of Earth. These include artificial depictions which cannot host SCP-6803. Due to its highly obstructive nature, research into methods to manage the triggers of inoculant OH-16 was deemed an alpha level priority. As a result, SIT (Semantic & Iconographic Training) has allowed individuals to observe most images and objects which fall under the semantic category 'maps' without triggering OH-16. This effect has not been able to be replicated for other semantic categories. 'Maps' which depict Earth in its entirety remain an exception as they are also complete iconographic depictions of Earth. The following are images to further exemplify which ones may trigger activation of inoculant OH-16. None of these images are capable of hosting SCP-6803. Picture of a globe. Object always triggers inoculant OH-16. Map depicting the state of Ohio. Object is only a partial depiction of Earth. Trained individuals do not experience triggering of inoculant OH-16. 'Pale Blue Dot' Resolution too small for triggering of inoculant OH-16 or hosting of SCP-6803. Vector graphic which depicts Earth. Image always triggers inoculant OH-16. SCP-6803-B 065 SCP-6803-B 065  -  Close On 05/06/2019 an embedded Agent in NASA posing as an astronaut vanished while aboard the ISS (International Space Station). No crew witnessed the event, however they became distressed upon realizing the absence of Agent Alden. Alden had been displaying symptoms of paranoia and therefore the crew of the ISS feared he may have ejected himself from the station, a fear worsened by the fact that no space suits were missing. The ISS, as recorded during approach of Expedition 60. NASA collaborated with the Foundation to cover the event. A Foundation owned vessel departed the ORP-5 (Orbital Research Platform five), executed orbital rendezvous maneuvers and docked with the ISS. Foundation agents boarded the station and rounded up the crew, which at that time had begun accusing each other for the disappearance of Alden. The crew was amnesticized and Alden was replaced by a new Foundation agent. The memories of the crew were accordingly modified, and all records of the mission were expunged and replaced. A matching SCP-6803-B instance was later located orbiting Earth 57,000km from its surface. Agent Alden was not under the effects of any inoculants known to allow triggering of Colombus events, therefore he had not been administered OH-16. However, he had an experimental intracranial CRD (Cognitive Recording Device) implanted which he used to log his time on the station. It is currently theorized the CRD may have caused neurocognitive interference that led to the Columbus event, however the exact trigger remains unconfirmed. Testing with D-class sporting CRDs exposed to SCP-6803-A instances has not yielded similar results. The CRD of Agent Alden was located close to his body, the data within was able to be recovered. Logs follow: Log 01, Agent Alde- Fuck, its hard to get used to this. Agent Alden here, expedition 60, reporting from the ISS. We -that is Kuznetsov, Thompson and me- left the Baikonur Cosmodrome approximately nine hours ago. Our Soyuz docked with the station seven hours later. We met with the three on board -King, Vinograd and Nishimura- and all has gone as expected so far. I suppose half of the crew must always be American right? I mean usually… Anyways. I’m following the steps of Agent Campbell and many others before me. My instructions are to log any anomalous events and properly amnesticize the rest of the crew if necessary. How am I supposed to do that covertly? I have no idea. It was hard enough to find a secluded spot to record this without looking like an idiot staring blankly at the wa- Anyways… again… As long as that doesn't happen I'm only required to make weekly status updates. I believe that is all for the moment. Now, how was I supposed to turn this o- I'm playing ping pong with a glob of water I can't fucki- God I love it up here! I- Oh shit, did I activate this thing? Fuck, Fu- Log 02, Agent Alden. The CRD has proven more of a challenge than I expected. I struggle enough with speaking clinically without focusing, but thinking? This is a whole 'nother dimension. I suppose I was chosen for this because of my tendency for inner dialogue rather than talking, my inner child as I like to call it. Therefore, I hope I will be given some leniency on this front. I listened to my previous log and it's not optimal. That little accident from yesterday even less so. I will try harder to focus and stay clinical, especially if a situation were to arise. Unlikely, given there has been no incidents since the spatial shift of 2005. And with the ORP program going so well this current position of mine is becoming irrelevant, fast. Hence why the Foundation had no issue with those seven days between Campbell departing and my arrival. Anyways, conditions remain as expected. I continue to run experiments mainly in the Destiny module. Life is good up here. … Shit, I did it agai- [logs 03-04 skipped due to redundancy] Log 5, Agent Alden. One month down, five to go. I’d say I miss home, but… yeah. And, I mean, I can still look at it from up here. It looks just as beautiful, probably even more. It also looks more natural, I suppose. Odd how one of the best ways to take in the splendor of our planet is to leave it behind. … Moving on. I haven't really talked much about the crew. Thompson has been playing all day recording fun educational videos or whatever. Lucky bastard. On the other hand, Kuznetsov, he's serious all the time. Sometimes I catch him staring at me while I record these logs and make myself laugh. Probably thinks I'm crazy. Now me, well, uh…. Oh, right! Yesterday Nishimura and I ejected a load of microsats out of the Kibo module. I spent maybe three hours staring out the tiny window looking at those glistening cubes. They kept going farther and farther away. Little lights against the endless void. I mean- Ugh. Oh dear. Focus goddammit. Log 06, Agent Alden. Nothing new to report. Conditions remain as expected. [Logs 07-11 skipped] Log 12, Agent Alden. Vinograd, King and Nishimura left today. In four days three new crewmembers will arrive. … I… I watched their Soyuz slowly shrink away. Just like the microsats. In another twelve weeks that will be me. … … Fuck this. Not going to waste this last three months. 'That's one small step for man, but one big step for me!' Really living up to my last name here! Not that many people know that was his second name… Whatever. 'Ground control to major Tom… Ground control to… mmmm Tom… Take your protein pills and mmmmm helmet on. Ground control mmmm om… Commencing countdown mmmm… on. Check ignition and may Gonzo be with you…' Ah fuck. Focus on the experiment… … … Chris Hadfield eat your heart out. Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out. It's just a spacewalk, no big deal. The airlock is almost ready. No big… woah… [18 more unplanned logs skipped] Log 13. If anything I'm glad my experience will help continue to fine tune the CRD. It clearly continues to trigger sometimes. I think it does so when I get excited? Not sure. Thankfully only the inner dialogue component does, I haven't turned the perception field recorder and I don't plan to. I know they wouldn’t allow me to keep the videos anyways so ain't no one getting them then. Plus I wouldn't like to get randomly recorded while peeing or whatever, the maneuver is even more awkward up here. Ricci -that's one of the new arrivals- keeps asking me why I space out so much. Told her I’m just in awe of everything. I wasn't lying. [Logs 14-15 skipped] [54 unplanned logs skipped] Log 16. Once again, Agent Alden here. Nothing new to report. Currently inside the Cupola module, observing the endless ocean blue beneath me. I feel like this should be forbidden. No human was ever supposed to stare at Earth from this perspective. Wait, Is that… is that an aurora? Oh my -excuse me- fucking god. … I’m so goddam lucky. Frame from video captured by the CRD’s perception field recorder during this log. Log 17, Agent Alden. I have been feeling… a bit different since the last log. I’m not sure why, However, I have confirmed memetic activity within my brain waves, it keeps firing at random. I mean, not random, I'm in the process of researching the pattern. Log 18. I realized something about log 16… It was, somehow, the first log I recorded while I was looking out the windows. Turns out the perception whatever thing was actually on all along. Fuckers. It's off now. I also have no idea how I have managed not to trigger the CRD every time I look outside, not even during the spacewalk. Guess I was too much in awe to even be excited? Or maybe my theory was just wrong, who knows. The CRD clearly has many kinks to be ironed. On that note… It did record a single frame during the spacewalk, I think I know why. Kuznetov was my partner. He was very quiet, as usual. Add on top the whole in space no one can hear you scream' situation and for moments I forgot he was even there. At least until he radioed a command or something. … Often I would turn around and he'd be somewhere I didn't expect him, like he was in two places at once. I think the CRD captured one of those times. It's blurry. I suppose memories are? Frame recorded by the CRD during a spacewalk on 27/03/2019 Log 19. Still no answers, my memetic activity keeps shooting up at random and to even higher levels. I've also detected cognitohazardous vectors but I haven't been able to pinpoint their origins. They’re all over the station. I think… I think the others are starting to notice. Ricci says I have cabin fever and Kuznetsov agrees. Thompson told them to lay off me as did the other two new ones. Whatever. I need to keep investigating. If anyone tries anything I have enough amnestics to reset them to kindergarten. Log 20. I think I saw a hand on the small window in Destiny today. Outside. The glove didn't look like the ones in our suits, it looked old. And no suits were missing anyways. The fuck? [from this point on Agent Alden ceased recording weekly logs.] There it is again. It looks old, like an early space race suit. It's so far though, I can't tell. What’s in its hand, is it pointing that at me? Is it… threatening me? I think it wants me to look outside but I'm not sure. It does, I'm sure. I heard its voice inside my head. What do I do now? The continents, they’re dancing, they’re fucking dancing. Their shapes merge and swirl like soup. They’re mocking me. I don't want to look out the Cupola anymore. It ain't right. It ain't right! Only two weeks and you're out, only two weeks and you're out. Fuck. only two weeks and you're out. Who would’ve thought so. Haunted by a lost cosmonaut while aboard the ISS. It wont shut up. It wont shut up! It wo-… oh? I don't want to look out, I don't. But I have to. I need to know if it's still out there. Woah, have I been a fool all along? [This is the last log recorded before the Columbus event. It is estimated the event occurred immediately after.] Warning. Scanning reveals inoculation of reader is soon to expire >The following log contains an SCP-6803-A instance. >Proceed anyway? Alden: I don't understand. It makes no goddamn sense. Where’s Italy? I swear I've been to Italy. Ricci is from there! Not that it isn't still majestic… it's just so… [Alden activates the perception field recorder of his CRD] Alden: It's so different from what I expected. But somehow… somehow it's still so beautiful. Unknown: Always has been. [Error XFV-43215, neurological activity no longer detected.] … … … … … … [END LOG] The last frame captured by the CRD. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6803" by AWeirdBird, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6803. Licensed under CC-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-6804

euclid

IcedCat I am trying my best! Item#: 6804 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As all information within this document is the most closely related to SCP-6804, it is to be used to feed SCP-6804 characters as to prevent it from affecting other SCP documentation. An automated system is to copy this entire document into Addendum-6804/C every hour without teal coloration. Additional writing made to this document outside of Addendum-6804/C is to be written in teal colored text as to prevent SCP-6804 from consuming it. Description: SCP-6804 is a digital infohazardous phenomenon that is currently affecting the entire Foundation online database, including all SCP documentation, which causes written characters to be 'consumed' by SCP-6804. SCP-6804's consumption is a process in which characters affected by SCP-6804 will be spontaneously removed from their related documentation and source code, inevitably leading to the destruction of the affected information. After continuous testing, it has been determined that SCP-6804 has a higher probability of consuming certain characters in texts with a higher relation to itself, and that are in certain colors. SCP-6804 was consequently discovered after it had already consumed characters from multiple SCP documents, including sections of important information that constituted descriptions and Special Containment Procedures. Addendum-6804/B: Testing Log + Testing Log - Testing Log Affected Text Color Amount Consumed Description of SCP-███ Black 23 Characters Description of infohazardous anomalies Black 92 Characters Description of predatory infohazardous anomalies Black 322 Characters Complete description of SCP-6804 Black 937 Characters Complete description of SCP-6804 White 1021 Characters Complete description of SCP-6804 Yellow 791 Characters Complete description of SCP-6804 Red 1262 Characters Complete description of SCP-6804 Purple 570 Characters Complete description of SCP-6804 Blue 172 Characters Complete description of SCP-6804 Green 56 Characters Complete description of SCP-6804 Teal 0 Characters Addendum-6804/C: SCP-6804 Containment Text + Containment Text - Containment Text Reload Containment Text ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6804" by IcedCat, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6804. Licensed under CC-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-6805

ticonderoga

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This file is restricted to 6805-authorized personnel and members of the O5 Council. Unauthorized access is strictly forbidden. Item #: SCP-6805 Special Containment Procedures: All multi-universal Foundation counterparts and approximate equivalents have been made aware of the existence of SCP-6805. In the event of an imminent and irreversible K-Class Scenario, all 6805-approved personnel are to report to Site 6805 for further instructions. As per the Memorandum of Understanding between SCP-6805 and all Foundation equivalents, SCP-6805 is considered to be aligned with the Foundation but not under its direct jurisdiction. As such, ex-personnel living there are not subject to Foundation authority. Under no circumstances are members of the Serpent’s Hand to be informed of the existence of SCP-6805. Description: SCP-6805 is an extra-dimensional building that exists in a self-contained pocket universe. Formerly the Universe 6000 equivalent to Site 19, SCP-6805 was detached from its home universe following the latter’s destruction. It is believed to be the only surviving remnant of Universe 6000. It is impossible to exit except by anomalous means; all doors leading away from Site 19 have been modified to loop back into the Site instead. The primary functions of SCP-6805 are twofold: To serve as an extra-dimensional “lifeboat” which can temporarily attach itself to universes that are undergoing K-Class Scenarios which will result in the destruction of Earth and/or reality. Because the reality-tethering process utilized by SCP-6805 causes catastrophic and irreparable damage to any matter targeted by it, SCP-6805 can only be deployed to Earth-equivalents that are in danger of imminent destruction.2 To serve as a refuge for Foundation personnel that survive the destruction of their worlds. These personnel typically regard the Foundation’s original purpose as defunct and are quickly incorporated into the local society (see below). Only 6805-authorized Foundation personnel are made aware of its existence in the event of a K-Class Scenario; all employees are prioritized for clearance in accordance to their history with and contributions to the Foundation.3 SCP-6805 currently houses approximately 25,000 people. It is colloquially known as “Safehold”4 by its inhabitants. Origins and History: SCP-6805 first developed its present properties approximately 30 years ago5. In Local Year 2030, Universe 6000 was destroyed via an Apollyon-class SCP object, SCP-6000, that incorporated all local matter into an extra-dimensional location commonly known as the Wanderer’s Library. Originating as an anomalous spacetime rift in the 6000-equivalent Amazon rainforest, it soon spread at an uncontainable rate, resulting in all of Earth becoming part of the Wanderer’s Library by March 2030 LY.6 A small number of Foundation and Global Occult Coalition members survived via officially sanctioned extra-dimensional backup sites. SCP-6805, however, was the result of an unsanctioned extra-dimensional experiment taking place in Site 19 on January 25, 2030. On that date, a Senior Researcher named Adrian Jackson ignored the orders of his superiors to prepare Site 19 personnel and anomalies for evacuation. Instead, he worked in tandem with several humanoid SCPs known to have reality-altering capabilities to remove Site 19 from Universe 6000 without informing any other personnel within it. This event7 successfully severed Site 19 from local reality; it then remained in a state of inter-dimensional flux without any destination for (from the inhabitants’ perspective) 3 1/2 years. The usage of previously contained SCP objects was crucial to the survival of SCP-6805 during this time period, as most useful provisions had been evacuated from Site 19 prior to the destruction of Universe 6000. Thus, of the two factions of former personnel that emerged within SCP-6805 in the immediate aftermath of the 6805 event (one dedicated to the ideals of the Foundation and one advocating cooperation with anomalies for survival), the anomaly-aligned faction was by far the largest and soon won the support of most former personnel. A small number of Euclid and Keter-class SCP objects were forcibly neutralized after their integration with the newly formed SCP-6805 society proved impossible. SCP-6805 continues to heavily utilize SCP objects8 to ensure its continued survival. Its food and water supply are anomalously generated, and the stable existence of the SCP-6805 pocket dimension itself relies on heavily modified Scranton anchors and the voluntary cooperation of several reality-benders. Additionally, the interior space of the former Site has been continuously expanded via the use of anomalies in order to accommodate new residents. Personnel evacuated to SCP-6805 are discouraged from questioning its structure and practices, as they have little power to change it and inhabitants will regard this questioning as evidence of either naivety or hostility. Select SCP-6805 Evacuation Events: Universe Approximate Number of Survivors Destruction Event Universe 6000 400 (Foundation), 300 (living anomalies) Initial establishing event for the existence of SCP-6805. Universe 2317 17 (Foundation) Earth destroyed due to containment failure on SCP-2317, known as the “Devourer of Worlds.” SCP-6805 arrived at the specific request of the O5 Council, about one hour before all life on Earth was extinguished by SCP-2317. Due to the short amount of time between SCP-6805’s arrival and its subsequent detection by SCP-2317, the former only had time to evacuate the O5 Council itself and four of their staffers. The 2317-O5 Council (but not their staffers) subsequently become pariahs within SCP-6805: most residents held an extremely low opinion of their actions leading up to the SCP-2317 containment breach. Universe 5872 70 (Foundation), 200 (civilian) Earth accidentally destroyed via activation of SCP-5872, an anomalous energy transfer device which was inadvertently used on the moon and resulted in the latter impacting onto the planet. SCP-6805 arrived approximately 12 hours before the destruction of Earth at Site-73, a Site formerly used by the 5872-equivalent Foundation to store Safe-class SCP objects. Site personnel and associated family members evacuated, along with around two hundred civilians who happened to be near SCP-6805 during its activation. SCP objects formerly stored at Site-73 were incorporated into SCP-6805 society. Society and Culture: Although superficially resembling a Foundation Site, decades of isolation has resulted in SCP-6805 developing its own culture, often with values directly antithetical to the Foundation’s own. A brief summary of SCP-6805’s most notable social/cultural traits are listed below: As noted in the Description, SCP-6805 actively utilizes anomalous phenomena to ensure its continued survival. Residents of SCP-6805 regard “skips” as equal members of society and find the concept of “Secure, Contain, Protect” illogical. Former personnel resident in SCP-6805 argue that their Foundation equivalents failed in their original mission and that no universe exists to “protect” from anomalies outside of SCP-6805. Owing to its origins and function, residents of SCP-6805 often come from dramatically different backgrounds. They typically embrace a combination of their home universe’s culture and that of SCP-6805. For example: although taste in music varies widely among the population, nearly all residents consider the song Refugee by the baseline band Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers to be the unofficial “anthem” of SCP-6805. The leaders of SCP-6805 do not give any deference to former Foundation leaders found among refugee populations. Evacuees who were members of an O5 Council (or approximate equivalent) are instead closely scrutinized, frequently reminded that they are expected to treat humanoid anomalies with respect, and prohibited by local law from holding administrative positions within SCP-6805. The government of SCP-6805 consists of officials (referred to as administrators) who are directly elected in a community-wide vote that occurs every five years. These administrators then choose the “Administrator of Safehold”, who acts as the executive of SCP-6805. Voting is compulsory and a significant social stigma exists against the small number of nonvoters. The economic structure of SCP-6805 escapes easy definition. All residents are required to contribute to the maintenance and function of SCP-6805 via 15-20 hours of mandatory labor each week; food, clothing and basic accommodations are given to all residents in return. However, the large amount of anomalous objects in the possession of individual residents has created a complicated gray market. Private enterprise resulting from this anomalous activity is generally unregulated, as the social safety net guaranteed by the administration of SCP-6805 is perceived to provide sufficient protection from exploitation and abuse. In extreme cases, the administration of SCP-6805 will confiscate anomalous objects, although this has only occurred twice in its history. Over time, residents of SCP-6805 have placed greater importance on its identity as a separate and distinct entity from the Foundation. As a result, the Memorandum of Understanding negotiated between the SCP-6805 administration and various Foundation-equivalents has become a source of increasing controversy. A minority of citizens have been vocally advocating for a referendum on overturning the Memorandum of Understanding; however, it continues to receive plurality support among SCP-6805 residents on the basis that Evacuations are both an important moral responsibility and a source of new inhabitants. Addendum 6805.A: SCP-6805 Serpent’s Hand Encounter: During the Universe 5872 Evacuation Event, a member of the Group of Interest “Serpent’s Hand” was discovered to have been taken into SCP-6805 along with the small number of civilians rescued from that universe. The member (designated PoI-6805-A) reacted extremely negatively to the existence of SCP-6805 and was subsequently killed when he attempted to resist detainment upon revealing his Library affiliation. A transcript of the surveillance tape which recorded PoI-6805-A’s actions has been provided by the administration of SCP-6805 to the Foundation, and is reproduced below. Containment Procedures have been updated to prohibit members of the Serpent’s Hand from learning of SCP-6805’s existence. [PoI-6805-A moves away from the recently arrived group of Universe 5872 civilians and approaches an SCP-6805 administrator. He is visibly angry.] PoI-6805-A: This place should not exist! SCP-6805 administrator: Excuse me? PoI-6805-A: This…”Safehold”…is an affront to the Library. How dare you attempt to escape the end of your stories! SCP-6805 administrator [aware of SCP-6805-A’s affiliation and now also visibly angry as a result]: We didn’t want our “story” to end. You killed billions of people to feed your library. We did what we had to. PoI-6805-A: The arrogance! [pause] We did not kill them. All realities must come to an end. It is the way of the Library and the way of the universe. It is not death any more then closing a book is death- SCP-6805 administrator: If you didn't kill them, then where's my daughter? And my wife, and my sister? PoI-6805-A: They and their lives may be found in the Library. Why can't you see that? SCP-6805 administrator: Enough with the euphemisms, you fucking murderer! [turns to several nearby long-term residents] He's with the Library! Help me detain him! PoI-6805-A: Stay back! [PoI-6805-A violently resists detainment and attempts to fight off the SCP-6805 residents with a previously-hidden combat knife. He suffers a mortal stab wound in the process. Before he expires, audio analysis of the surveillance footage and eyewitness testimony indicates he said the following:] PoI-6805-A: You can’t [pause] escape [pause] the end of [pause] your stories. We will find [pause] this place. [pause] We will close your books. Footnotes 1. Ticonderoga-class anomalies are anomalies that cannot be contained but do not need to be. 2. Logs provided by SCP-6805-based scientists indicate its arrival typically results in all matter on Earth being “consumed” within 72 hours in a complex chronospatial process that is localized to the planet itself. SCP-6805 usage therefore destroys Earth equivalents, but not whole realities. 3. This criteria is determined by the O5 Council and reviewed by 6805-authorized Ethics Committee members. 4. Named after the science fiction series by baseline writer David Weber. 5. According to the internal chronology of SCP-6805, which uses the destruction of Universe 6000 as its Year 1. 6. Although residents of SCP-6805 did not witness it directly, extra-universal monitoring equipment used by their scientists confirmed all of Universe 6000 was subsumed within four months. 7. Now commonly referred to by SCP-6805 residents as “The Escape” and celebrated as part of a hedonism-centric holiday known as “Escape Day”. 8. Inhabitants of SCP-6805 (including researchers) generally only give SCP designations to inanimate objects, instead referring to living anomalous beings as “skips” and by their chosen names in a colloquial and non-scientific fashion. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6805" by ObserverSeptember, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6805. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6806

euclid

Westrin & Swordlover87 SCP-6806 - Nautical Nonsense More by Swords | More by Westrin Item #: SCP-6806 Level 1/6806 Classified Site-58 security footage still. SCP-6806 is visible right of center. Special Containment Procedures: Site-58 as a whole is considered the active containment zone of SCP-6806, although it primarily manifests within the Site-58 break room. All personnel stationed at Site-58 are to record SCP-6806 manifestations whenever they occur; any observed deviations from standard behavior are to be reported immediately. In the event of a containment breach, the compromised location is to be considered an extension of Site-58 and treated accordingly. One or more episodes of the Spongebob Squarepants television show are to be screened in the Site-58 break room for the viewing of at least three individuals on a weekly basis. These individuals are to be considered the SCP-6806 containment committee, and rotated out monthly. They are to remain under surveillance during their weekly screenings. Description: SCP-6806 is an entity which inhabits live video footage recorded within and nearby Site-581. It primarily appears in security camera feeds, although it has also inhabited videos recorded by mobile phones and body cameras on occasion. SCP-6806 bears significant visual similarities to the title character from the televised cartoon program Spongebob Squarepants; the exact reason for this resemblance is unknown. SCP-6806 manifests in video footage at irregular intervals. When active, it behaves as if it is physically present in the location being recorded, avoiding obstacles as appropriate. As such, alterations of the environment such as the sealing of all exits will temporarily arrest its movement. However, it has shown an ability to transport itself between live video feeds in order to escape locked containment cells. Footage inhabited by SCP-6806 will display a number of abnormal alterations to the environment being recorded. These alterations commonly include: Presence of auditory phenomena commonly noted in marine environments such as seabird calls, bubbling, and liquid splashing and trickling. Appearance of acorn barnacles (Semibalanus balanoides), stalked kelp (Pterygophora californica), and California mussels (Mytilus californianus) on exposed surfaces. A layer of water at the lowest visible elevation in the environment. Distant laughter similar to that of the character Spongebob Squarepants. These alterations only appear in footage and are not present in reality. Debated; see Addendum 02. Although extensive testing has not been authorized due to security concerns, the ability of SCP-6806 to transport itself between camera feeds does not appear to be limited by distance. Additionally, on two occasions, it has manifested in the camera feeds of oceanic vessels outside the bounds of Site-58. Due to this, SCP-6806 poses a high theoretical risk to secrecy should it appear outside Foundation custody. However, it should be noted that SCP-6806 displays a preference towards occupying camera feeds which depict certain individuals. When interrogated, these individuals consistently claim either to have recently watched an episode of the Spongebob Squarepants program or to express an overall interest in the program. This behavior may be exploited in order to confine SCP-6806 to a certain location — namely, Site-58. It is not known if SCP-6806 is sapient, or if it is aware of events outside its immediate vicinity. Attempts to communicate with SCP-6806 have failed. The entity does not interact with personnel or objects in any way, save for avoiding them if they are blocking its path. To date, SCP-6806 has not displayed signs of hostility. Debated; see Addendum 02. Addendum 01: On 03/01/2020, Researchers Adam Smith, George Kinley and Mark Vanderbilt were assigned to the SCP-6806 containment committee. They attended the weekly screening of Spongebob Squarepants episodes as requested, and their activities during this time were recorded by security cameras in the Site-58 break room, as is standard for SCP-6806 containment protocols. The content of these recordings is relevant to an ongoing investigation — as such, they have been transcribed and attached below. Subjects: Researchers Adam Smith, George Kinley and Mark Vanderbilt Time: 20:41 Episode: Help Wanted [BEGIN LOG] (Both Smith and Kinley are seen sitting on a couch within the Site-58 break room. Vanderbilt enters the room, carrying a VHS tape.) Smith: What took ya so long? Vanderbilt: You know how hard it is to get a Spongebob episode down here when Command only supplied us with a VHS player? Smith: Not that, I was told you'd be here two hours ago. Vanderbilt: I did not say that. I said I'd be here as soon as possible. Smith: That's what George told me, at least. Vanderbilt: I never told him that either. Kinley: Yes you d— whatever, it doesn't matter, just get it over with. (Vanderbilt walks over to the television and turns it on. After turning on the VHS player, he inputs the tape into the player, walks back to the couch and sits down.) Smith: What season? Vanderbilt: One. Smith: Neat. George, you ever watch Spongebob? Kinley: Can't say I have. How 'bout you, what's it about? Smith: Oh, all the time with my kid. That's all he'll ever watch nowadays. It's decent for a kids' cartoon, I think we'll have fun. (The theme song for Spongebob Squarepants begins to play.) Pirate: Are ya ready, kids? (SCP-6806 manifests behind Smith. Spongebob Squarepants’ laughter is faintly audible, as if from a great distance.) Smith: (Quietly) Aye-aye, Cap'n. Children: Aye-aye, Cap’n! Pirate: I can't hear you! Kinley: You really gonna sing the theme song? For a kid's cartoon? Smith: You got a problem with it? Kinley: You're a grown ass man, Adam. Smith: So? Vanderbilt: Shut the fuck up. Smith: Why are you all cranky all of a sudden? Vanderbilt: Because I don't want to be here. Feels juvenile. Smith: Is this really the worst thing you could be doing right now, man? Vanderbilt: …No, bu— Smith: Then stop it. You'll survive. (Vanderbilt sighs. SCP-6806 disappears. Smith takes a small glass of water and gargles the water for 25 seconds.) Kinley: As I was saying… [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] (On the television, the titular character Spongebob Squarepants is seen in front of the Krusty Krab.) Spongebob: There it is. The finest eating establishment ever established for eating: The Krusty Krab, home of the Krabby Patty… with a Help Wanted sign in the window. Kinley: Trust me, kid, you're gonna hate it there. Smith: What do you mean? Kinley: Underwater or not, fast food joints are still the scum of the Earth. Not as bad as retail, though. Smith: Dude, you work at the Foundation, you have no right to talk about shitty jobs. Kinley: I fail to see how that's related to fast food jobs being shitty. Smith: You really think that a job you risk your life on every day of every year is better than flipping burgers? Kinley: That's not at all what I said. Smith: Am I going deaf, then? ‘Cause that's what I heard. Vanderbilt: Is this really the hill you wanna die on, Adam? Smith: I just… ugh. (The group watches the rest of the episode in silence. The sound of a shower running is faintly audible, despite the latrine being located on the opposite side of the Site from the screening room.) [END LOG] Subjects: Researchers Adam Smith, George Kinley and Mark Vanderbilt Time: 21:01 Episode: Tea at the Treedome [BEGIN LOG] (Kinley is visible in the nearby kitchen, preparing a small pot of spaghetti and meatballs. Smith and Vanderbilt walk into the room. Vanderbilt is carrying another VHS tape. The shower is still audible in the distance, now slightly louder.) Kinley: Just in time, boys, dinner's almost done. Smith: We've already had dinner. (Both Smith and Vanderbilt sit on the couch, which is accompanied by a very faint foghorn sound. Neither individual reacts to this sound.) Kinley: If you call that schlock "dinner" then technically, yes, you've already had dinner, but I assume that hasn't filled you up yet. Smith: The chicken? You calling chicken a fake dinner? Kinley: You only had two chicken nuggets worth. Smith: That's all I need! Vanderbilt: You were complaining that there wasn't enough earlier. Smith: Yeah, that was earlier. I thought it over and decided I was just being greedy. Kinley: Look— do you want spaghetti or not? Smith: No. Kinley: Jesus, okay, that's all I needed to know. [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] (All three individuals are sitting on the couch and watching the episode. Both Vanderbilt and Kinley are eating plates of spaghetti. Smith clutches his stomach; several colonies of barnacles are briefly visible on his right arm.) Smith: Hey, uh, could I have some? Kinley: I remember you said you weren't hungry. Smith: Okay look, I'm sorry, I was trying to look cool, okay, could I have some spaghetti? Kinley: I'm sorry, dude, but I just got done five minutes ago. (SCP-6806 appears behind Smith as he stares down at Kinley's plate, which is empty.) Smith: You had half a plate just a second ago. Kinley: Huh? Smith: You had plenty of spaghetti, like, five seconds ago. What'd you do— did you fucking throw it behind the couch just to prove a point? Vanderbilt: Adam, what the actual fuck are you on about now? Smith: Kinley threw away his food just to shit on me. (Smith regurgitates a small amount of water and a minnow onto the floor. Neither Vanderbilt nor Kinley appear to notice this.) Kinley: I finished, like, minutes ago and told you I was done. Are you okay, dude? Smith: No, the fuck you didn't. Vanderbilt: Jesus fucking Christ, Adam, there's a TV dinner in the freezer, eat that and shut up. Smith: No, I'm fine. (SCP-6806 disappears. A leak is visible in the ceiling, which was not previously present.) [EXTRANEOUS FOOTAGE REMOVED] (On the television, Spongebob can be seen sitting at a picnic table, obsessively staring at a glass pitcher. At this point, Spongebob is completely shriveled up due to a lack of water.) SpongeBob: (Thinking) I don't need it, I don't need it, I definitely don't need it. I don't need it. I don't need it. I don't need it. I don't need it. (Spongebob continues to repeat this phrase throughout the rest of the episode. The group does not comment on this.) Smith: (Whispering) I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't need it, I do— Vanderbilt: If you're hungry, then go eat! Jesus! Smith: I DON'T NEED IT! Vanderbilt: You obviously do, you're sweating up a storm! You're gonna fuckin' drown us in your sweat if you don't calm down. Smith: I'm not hungry! Kinley: Smith, I have a very serious question right now. Smith: Yes? Kinley: What's gotten into you? You're acting like a goddamn weirdo. More bitchy than usual, too. Smith: I'm not bitchy. Vanderbilt: Yes, you are! All you've done these past few screenings is complain and it's tiring. Kinley: Calm down, Mark, I don't think he's mentally all there. Vanderbilt: What, now you're going to tell me how to talk to Smith when you were making fun of him just five minutes ago? Kinley: I was not making fun of him. Vanderbilt: Then what were you doing, huh? Huh? Kinley: Cut the sass. You know I didn't make fun of him. I just got worried when he started freaking out about my spaghetti. Vanderbilt: You said "I thought you weren't hungry" or something like that in this sarcastic-ass tone. Kinley: What? That wasn't— I was being genuine. I was literally just saying that normally. How is that making fun of him? Vanderbilt: Yeah, right. What kind of genuine person words it like that? Kinley: What is your fucking issue? Vanderbilt: My issue is that you’re a hypocrite, George! (On the television, Spongebob continues to repeat the phrase "I don't need it" over the course of several hours. Smith gets up and moves to a corner of the room, continuing to repeat the phrase as well. Vanderbilt and Kinley both continue to argue about different topics long after the episode ends. Noted topics of argument include the limited food supply of Site-58, the cramped conditions at Site-58, and both parties' dislike of one another and Smith.) (SCP-6806 appears in the middle of the room, staring at the security camera. The entity appears to cry.) [END LOG] Subjects: Researchers Adam Smith, George Kinley and Mark Vanderbilt Time: 19:42 Episode: Naughty Nautical Neighbors [BEGIN LOG] (Kinley, Vanderbilt and Smith are seen sitting on the coach, having been arguing with each other for several hours prior. The shower can still be heard in the background.) Vanderbilt: We need to fucking watch the episode! I don't care if you're scared, we have procedures we have to follow and we aren’t following them right now. Kinley: Dude, Smith is obviously under the influence of an anomaly and Mr. "Researcher James Ate A Cookie That Wasn't Accounted For At Site-58, He Needs To Go To Quarantine For Two Hours" is saying we should just say “fuck it” and keep fucking going. Vanderbilt: Really? You're bringing that up now? That wasn't the reason James was sent to quarantine and you know it. Kinley: Oh, please, then do tell, why was he sent there? Vanderbilt: Did you NOT hear him spout all that stuff that he didn't have clearance for? Smith: Bull fucking shit… Vanderbilt: Stay out of this. Smith: No, fuck off, James had Level 3 clearance and the anomaly was Level 2, he was in a room filled with Level 3s or above. Vanderbilt: No, the fuck he was not. Smith: Yes, he was! He literally was, there was not a single level 2 in a 50 mile radius. Vanderbilt: The janitor was there. Kinley: No, he was in his office. Vanderbilt: Why do you even know this? Kinley: Because I had to do several stacks of paperwork over this shit! We don't just take people's word willy nilly here. We’re the Foundation. Vanderbilt: I could SEE him! He was there, within EARSHOT of James! Kinley: That's not true, we literally have the tapes! I could go get them right now if we weren't stuck in this fucking screening room. Vanderbilt: I have no reason to believe you didn't screw with it anyway because I never saw the footage. Kinley: Are you accusing me of tampering with evidence? Vanderbilt: No, I'm giving you a Nobel Peace Prize, you idiot. The hell do you think I’m doing? Smith: First you accused him of not having Level 3 clearance and now you're saying there were people without the clearance near him? Make up your mind. (The three continue to argue for several more minutes before the audio begins to gradually vanish. After 20 seconds, the tape is completely silent. Shortly after this, a male voice speaking in a French accent can be heard.) Unknown: Ah, the sea… so mysterious, so beautiful, so… uh, noisy. Here we find our three friends having a useless argument over things that ultimately don't matter in the sea's eye. Even as their bleached bones are picked clean by countless fish, they will still argue over what the time was. (SCP-6806 slowly begins to enter the frame from below. Its eyes are wide, staring directly at the camera, and its mouth is open in a smile. Although there is no audio beyond the unknown voice, the entity appears to be laughing.) Unknown: Our spongy little friend doesn't really like this much at all. He wishes everyone could get along. Luckily, in the deep blue sea, there's no such thing as sapience, so petty arguments are null and void. Our absorbent pal has an idea. Say goodbye to the light. They won't be missing it. (The screen abruptly cuts to black. The shower can still be heard in the background.) [END LOG] Addendum 02 - Incident 6806-PARICIA On 03/18/2020, shortly after the events of the above log, Site-58 experienced an unexpected power outage. During this time, all attempts at communication with the Site from outside failed, and all exits and entrances were inoperable. After one hour, all power systems spontaneously reactivated. During subsequent interviews, Site-58 personnel described losing consciousness at the exact moment of the power failure and reawakening afterwards, with no recollection of the intervening events. Furthermore, during a full canvas of the site, Researchers Smith, Kinley and Vanderbilt were found to no longer be present in their living quarters. Their location and status remain unknown. Footage of the event could not initially be obtained, as security cameras site-wide were severely water-damaged for unknown reasons. However, database inspection discovered several fragments of coherent security footage that had apparently been saved and logged during Incident 6806-PARICIA. This footage is the only source of information as to what occurred during Incident 6806-PARICIA; it has been transcribed and compiled into an assumed timeline of events below. [BEGIN VIDEO TRANSCRIPTS] Break Room Camera (20-second clip. The break room appears to be rapidly filling with water. Smith, Kinley and Vanderbilt are attempting to open the break room's doors, but are unable, as the locking mechanism is visibly obstructed by acorn barnacle colonies. Behind them, the television screen displays a chaotic pattern of rapidly flashing colors, occasionally interspersed with single frames from random Spongebob Squarepants episodes.) (SCP-6806 is standing directly in front of the television, and its form blurs briefly before the water rises past the camera and the feed cuts out.) Hallway 03 Camera (10-second clip. The hallway is entirely flooded and in a state of severe disrepair. Acorn barnacle colonies, algae growths, and heavy corrosion and oxidation are visible on the walls and floor. No activity occurs for two seconds, after which Kinley and Vanderbilt are seen swimming through the hallway with Smith lagging behind.) (Despite the fact that all three appear to be aspirating considerable quantities of water, they exhibit no distress. Furthermore, they are conversing with each other, although due to the camera's poor quality and lack of audio sensors the topic of discussion cannot be discerned. Feed is lost as the three individuals swim past the camera.) Hallway 07 Camera (23-second clip. Hallway 07 is in a similar state of disrepair to Hallway 03. A row of doors leading to Site staff living quarters is visible on the left-hand side of the hallway. All doors are ajar and all rooms are apparently empty, with no personnel present. Smith, Kinley and Vanderbilt are inspecting the second door from the right; Kinley turns to Vanderbilt and appears to remark on the room's contents shortly before the feed is lost.) Exterior Camera 11 (15-second clip. From the vantage point of Exterior Camera 11, the majority of Site-58 can be seen — it is heavily corroded in its entirety and overgrown by marine life and coral. The support struts of the Site, which are normally anchored in the seabed, extend indefinitely off camera. Additionally, a massive hole is visible in the side of the Site. The edges of the hole display signs of crush damage from high pressure and are lined with clusters of acorn barnacles.) (Smith, Kinley and Vanderbilt are seen emerging from the hole in the Site. They converse briefly; based on lip-reading, they appear to be discussing a plan to swim to the surface of the ocean. Shortly afterwards, all three individuals swim upwards and out of view of the camera.) (SCP-6806 appears in the hole in the Site. Its eyes follow the researchers. Although Exterior Camera 11 is waterproof, the feed is lost shortly after.) Body Camera of Researcher Smith (2-minute clip. Camera activates and begins transmitting for unknown reasons. It is not known why Researcher Smith was wearing a body camera, or how it was acquired — at the time of writing, Site-58's supply of body cameras are entirely accounted for.) (Based on what can be seen, Researchers Smith, Kinley and Vanderbilt are engaged in a violent physical altercation. Vanderbilt has locked an elbow around Kinley's neck and is repeatedly striking him in the ribs; Kinley's face is bruised, and he is attempting to shove Vanderbilt away while punching him in the stomach. Both are animatedly shouting. There is no audio; however, lip-reading analysis has determined that the words "site", "flooded", and "your fault" are spoken several times. Smith is attempting to intervene and push the two others apart but appears to have sustained several injuries in the process, based on the blood floating by his camera.) (As they are preoccupied, the three individuals do not immediately notice that they are being pulled downwards by an unseen force.) (The force grows in intensity, drawing the researchers' attention. They attempt to struggle, but are unable to escape. Visibility drops sharply as they are pulled deeper into the ocean. Smith's body camera swerves to point downwards, revealing that nothing can be seen in the water beneath them. Movement of loose clothing indicates that the force pulling Smith, Kinley and Vanderbilt down is continuing to increase during this time.) (An indistinct shape begins to slowly emerge below the three. The footage rapidly degrades before failing entirely. Based on telemetry, the body camera appears to have been physically destroyed mid-transmission.) The source of the final relevant recording is unknown. It was found saved in Site-58's database with no file attributions or credentials attached, and displays an entirely corrupted timestamp. It is titled "funsong.mp4". Unknown (Video feed consists of an entirely black screen. Smith, Kinley and Vanderbilt can be heard singing. They are in near-perfect harmony with one another; however, their voices are noted as sounding considerably strained or exhausted.) Smith: F is for friends who’ll learn to love each other. Kinley: U is for understanding, because we didn't see. Vanderbilt: N is for never, we’re never going home… All: Down here in the deep blue sea. (A voice identical to that of Spongebob Squarepants can be heard in the background during the final verse of the song. At the conclusion of the song, a large volume of water is heard splashing, drowning out nearly all other audio. Faint, fading laughter is briefly audible.) (Shortly afterwards, the clip ends.) Further investigations discovered a layer of saline water measuring one inch in depth on the floor of Site-58's break room. Additionally, the break room’s television was nonfunctional due to a large hole in the center of the screen. Genetic material identified as originating from one or more acorn barnacle specimens was recovered from the edges of the hole. Personnel requirements for the SCP-6806 containment committee are slated for major revision. Footnotes 1. A Foundation secure site located on the Pacific seafloor. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6806" by swordlover87, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6806. Licensed under CC-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: spongebob.png Authors: swordlover87, Westrin, Judgefloro, Douglas P Perkins License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Derivative of: Link and Link

SCP-6807

safe

. SCP-6807 - Shepard Tone Authored by Cole 13, rewritten by GremlinGroup, JakdragonX, and Elenee FishTruck ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/6807 LEVEL 2/6807 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6807 Safe SCP-6807. Special Containment Procedures: A remote surveillance system monitors the entrance to SCP-6807, currently an industrial-grade steel door. At no point may personnel on exploratory missions sit or recline on the stairs. Description: SCP-6807 is a red-carpeted staircase, accessed from an unmarked door in Kyoto's sewers. The staircase does not breach the surface, despite extending far beyond the requisite length to do so. Paintings hang from the brick walls at regular intervals. Individuals or objects ascending SCP-6807 will travel normally until reaching around 30-40 meters in vertical height, after which they will spontaneously relocate to a lower point on the staircase. This transition is seamless, and affected individuals will not notice the change in elevation unless told. No accurate measurement of SCP-6807's true height has yet been taken. An additional set of anomalous features have been identified but not studied in detail. See addendum below. Addendum 6807.1: Exploration Log Mission Intent: Ascertain any differences that emerge from the baseline anomaly after long-term exploration. Agent Gera led the solo exploration, with Agent Villareal acting as command. Two back-up agents acted as emergency recovery at the stair's base. (Agent Gera opens the door to SCP-6807. Visibility drastically reduces.) Gera: Ascending the stairs. Command: Copy that. (Gera activates her headlight, revealing the dimly lit staircase, and ascends steadily, the two recovery agents staying at the bottom. The carpet muffles her footsteps as she climbs. Reaching 10 meters vertically, she sees her first pair of paintings.) Gera: Two of the usual. Command: Good to see it hasn't changed. If you see any variation, let us know. Gera: Gotcha. (Gera ascends 20 more meters, occasionally viewing different copies of the same paintings as before. Command detects a sudden drastic change in her location.) Command: Agent, read your altitude bar. Gera: 10 meters. That's the loop? Command: Exactly. Any differences? Gera: Nope. It's like I'm seeing the same thing over and over! (Command and Gera laugh. Gera continues ascending. Feed detects no audio save her calm breathing and soft footsteps.) Gera: … you hear that? Command: Negative. Gera: It's a… no I can… Nevermind. Command: What's that, agent? Gera: Like a tone, y'know? A background noise. I thought, anyways. (Audio detects zero additional noise. Gera continues ascending, looping three times along the staircase. She encounters a set of paintings.) Command: Stop. Gera: What? Command: Look at the painting to the right. Painting found in SCP-6807. Artist or origin unknown. (Gera turns accordingly. See image.) Gera: Nothing unusual. Command: We weren't sure, is all. Thought we saw something different. Gera: Right, right. Pretty, isn't it? (Gera continues ascending. After completing another loop, she freezes.) Gera: … again. Command: Repeat? Gera: The noise, it's… it's here again. I can't tell where it's from. It's like a constantly increasing tone, y'know? Upping in pitch. It's here now. Command: We can't hear it, agent. We should pull you back i- Gera: No, no, I… I can continue. Command: Copy that. (Gera continues ascending at a quicker pace, staying on the right side of the stairs. No detected changes in surroundings.) Gera: It's like a… what do you call them? It just keeps going up and up, and at some point it— (Gera freezes again.) Command: Agent? Gera: Where's it coming from… Command: Again, we can pull you back— Gera: I better continue. I— I better go up. (Gera continues on the right side of the stairs.) Gera: (mumbling) I'm coming, damn it, I'm coming! Command: Agent? (Gera increases her pace further still. Her breathing quickens and her footsteps turn louder.) Command: Agent? Agent Gera, do you copy? Gera: It's coming from behind. I— I need to go up quicker, she needs me to. Command: Agent, we advise you to descend the stairs. Gera: It's a… a Shepard tone! I need to… he's coming from behind and I need to— Command: Agent, go down the stairs! Painting found to the left of SCP-6807. Artist or origin unknown. (Gera glances to the painting on the left, and freezes.) Gera: He's laughing! (Gera runs up the right side of the staircase. Shallow breathing and pounding steps fill the audio feed. She skips steps, striding from one to another, while occasionally glancing at the paintings to her left.) Command: Gera, stop! Gera: Go away! Go awa— (Gera trips on a step and falls forward. She pants on the stairs.) Command: Gera, are you OK? Gera: I can… I can… Command: Please, all you need to do is descend the stairs. It's only 10 meters down. (Gera turns over on her back and removes her headlight. Feed detects a light rushing sound. She rubs her forehead.) Gera: Ugh… goddamn it. Command: Gera. Gera: Hold on, hold on. Just… she— it told me to stay away from— from the left. The laughing— Command: We'll deal with it later. For now, just exit the stairs. (She sits up and breathes heavily.) Gera: OK, hold on. Just gotta— (The headlight has disappeared. The rushing sound increases.) Gera: Oh god… where did it go, where did it go- Command: Gera, calm down. I mean it. Gera: Why is it— why is it cold? Command: Hold on to the stairs. Gera: What? Command: Hold. On. To the stairs. Gera: OK, OK, I— I can see the base. I can get— (A force knocks Gera back, and she desperately holds on to a step. Command detects a rapid increase in her upward acceleration, with no matching displacement. One of her hands slips off.) Gera: I can't! I can't hold on, fuck! Command: Hold on to the next step. Crawl down to the recovery agents, you got this. Gera: The tone… the tone is getting louder! Command: Forget the tone! Get down there! Gera: I'm gonna sli— (Camera tumbles upward. Feed detects immense wind and Gera's grunts.) Command: Gera, do you read?! (Grunting continues.) Command: Gera! Gera: Yahyahyahyahyahyahyahyahyahyahyah- (Camera slams into a wall. Feed detects a crunching noise before cutting out.) On-site personnel reported a low-pitched laughing noise originating from SCP-6807's stairhead after Agent Gera's disappearance. Until the circumstances of this disappearance are identified, further exploration is forbidden. You Might Also Like... 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SCP-6808

euclid

 close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article touches on themes of emotional abuse and manipulation. ⚠️ content warning AWeirdBird Author page to come soon, hopefully, maybe. Meanwhile you can check my memecon entry SCP-6803 True Earth And my VKTM article SCP-5428 101 Life Hacks With Eleonor Item#: 6808 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: critical link to memo Section-Alfa (left) and Section-Beta (right). Photographed shortly after containment. Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-808 has been established for the containment of SCP-6808. Site-808 itself is composed by two sections, denominated Section-Alfa and Section-Beta. Section-Alfa must be staffed by five individuals at all times. They are to maintain the facade of civilian inhabitants. Personnel with a history of having suffered emotional abuse are not to be considered for this position. Section-Beta must remain vacant, and all entrances to the structure must remain locked. In the case civilians manage to break into Section-Beta they are to be considered lost, and the entrance point is to be repaired if necessary. The staff stationed at Site-Alfa must perform the following tasks on a daily basis: Provide maintenance for the Phasma-Faraday Shield Generator (PFS), which is housed within Section-Alfa. Examine the exterior of Section-Beta for signs of structural damage, and repair any if found. Repair techniques must be analogous to those used before the year 1920. Appropriate construction materials must remain in stock within Section-Alfa. Provide maintenance for the monitoring equipment housed within Section-Alfa. The equipment must constantly scan for Phasma leaks originating from Section-Beta. Leaks must be sealed immediately following 6808 protocol. Witnesses to leak events are to be amnesticed. In case a runaway leak is detected, evacuation plan Exspiravit is to be initiated. As of 03/13/1998, explorations into Section-Beta are prohibited. Description: SCP-6808 is a level 12 haunting localized within Section-Beta; a townhouse located at 41 Monument St. in Boston, Massachusetts. SCP-6808 is notable as it far exceeds the expected intensity for a haunting, given the known history of the location. Furthermore, SCP-6808 does not suffer from the natural dissipation effect that most hauntings do. Instead, SCP-6808 has continued to increase in intensity over its time in containment. Currently, SCP-6808 has one of the most dense concentrations of Phasma units known to the Foundation. SCP-6808 has been contained within the townhouse it originates from via the use of a PFS. This PFS renders the physical structure of Section-Beta a high fidelity containment chamber for all phasmic phenomena. In recent years, however, the increase in intensity of SCP-6808 has damaged the physical structure of Section-Beta. This in turn has led to an increase in minor leak events. Additionally, SCP-6808 has a temporarily locked imprint effect. SCP-6808 has the tendency of returning Section-Beta to its former state, presumably the state it was in when the anomaly first manifested. Attempts to reinforce Section-Beta with modern methods have been partially successful. When not rejected, the additions will be replaced with construction techniques and materials that are synchronic to those used around the year 1920. Furthermore, SCP-6808 will repair damage inflicted upon Section-Beta. This effect is, however, too slow to counteract the damages caused by SCP-6808 itself. As such, if maintenance were to be stopped the structure would collapse within two weeks. Phasmic phenomena manifesting on the windows along Monument St. Alternative methods for the effective containment of SCP-6808 are currently under development. Leak events have been linked to a variety of phasmic phenomena, which have manifested in the Charlestown neighborhood of Boston, Massachusetts. Most prominently within the vicinity of Section-Beta. A list of example leak events is provided below. 06/18/2001 Magnitude: 9.2 Phasma units. Cause: One meter long crack along the eastern wall of Section-Beta. Effect: Staff report the manifestation of two shadowy silhouettes within Section-Beta. The two embrace each other for three seconds before vanishing. Faint laughter and footsteps are heard for an additional minute. Additional notes: Event matches the median expected for minor leak events. 02/08/1954 Magnitude: 28.5 Phasma units. Cause: Broken window in the second floor of Section-Beta. Effect: Subjects within 34 meters of Section-Beta report hearing a random phrase in the voice of their significant other. 90% describe the comment as a joke, while the remaining 10% describe it as patronizing. Additional notes: N/A 03/07/1986 Magnitude: 65.2 Phasma units. Cause: Blowout of hatches within the chimney of Section-Beta. Effect: Civilians within a 85 meter radius of Section-Beta report the feeling of being observed; specifically by photographs and artworks within their household which depict human faces. Most of the affected individuals report feeling judged after the experience. Additionally they displayed decreased interest in activities they found enjoyable for three hours. Additional notes: N/A 09/04/2013 Magnitude: 104.5 Phasma Units Cause: The main entrance to Section-Beta violently blew open outwards, breaking its frame in the process. Effect: Civilians within a 156 meter radius of Section-Beta report personal belongings being damaged. All of the affected objects were noted to hold emotional significance to their owners. Examples include preferred items of clothing, family portraits, and heirlooms. Individuals were aware of the damage even when the objects were in storage where not visible. All objects returned to their original state seven hours after the event. Additional notes: The PFS generator within the site was upgraded following this event. This is the fourth and latest upgrade that has been required in order to successfully contain SCP-6808. 12/14/1947 Magnitude: 396.7 Phasma units. Cause: A civilian vehicle crashed into the eastern wall of Section-Beta, causing an entire portion of it to collapse. A witness described the wall as ‘exploding in the wrong direction’. Effect: Power outages occurred throughout the Charlestown neighborhood in Boston, Massachusetts. Over 500 phasmic events related to the leak were documented. Additionally, there was an anomalous increase in domestic dispute reports during the event, although no cases of physical abuse were filed. The driver of the vehicle that crashed into SCP-6808 was found deceased, with several bricks having violently mutilated his body. An autopsy was held and several tumors were found in different organs including eyes, tongue, heart and the remains of the brain. Staff reported hearing belittling comments while observing the tumors. Additional notes: This is the most intense leak event to date. Exploration of SCP-6808 Exploration of SCP-6808  -  Close Several explorations into SCP-6808 took place before the environment was deemed too hazardous. Archived exploration procedures follow. Staff must be fitted with a psychic protection harness, and must not stay within the apartment for more than five minutes. They are not to react to any manifestations, and are to receive psychological counseling after the exploration is concluded. Bodies within SCP-6808 are not to be retrieved. Transcript of the last exploration log follows. Exploration Log #46 [Begin log] [Video Begins. The exterior of Section-Beta can be seen.] Rogers: Video is coming in…. ok. You’re set to go. Peterson: Not gonna wish me luck? Rogers: Peterson. Peterson: Come on, it's my third time. You know they won't check this. Rogers: (Scoffs) Good luck you bastard. Peterson: Thank you. [Agent Peterson begins walking towards the entrance of Section-Beta. He unlocks the door and walks in. The door closes behind him and staff can be heard locking the door. A narrow hallway can be seen, with a staircase to the left.] Peterson: Looks normal so far. Rogers: Ok… Is Kennedy sti- Peterson: Yes she is still slumped on the wall as always. Rogers: Still no signs of deterioration? Peterson: Just like a sleeping baby. Rogers: Copy. Proceed towards the target. Peterson: Third floor right? Rogers: I- What? Seriously. Yes third floor second door to the- Peterson: I'm just messing with you. [Peterson begins walking up the stairs.] Peterson: It’s… oddly quiet so fa- [A woman can be heard laughing, followed by rythmic thumping sound.] Peterson: Nevermind. [Peterson reaches the second floor. He looks down the hallway. Another body can be seen lying on the floor across a door frame. The door continuously slams on its head. Something unknown wiggles under the cranium of the body.] Rogers: I'm detecting a minor increase in your heart rate. Peterson: (Takes a deep breath) The usual. It's just toying with Davenport. Rogers: Not showing up at my end. Peterson: Oh you know how it is. It will be there in the final video. [Peterson begins climbing up the third flight of stairs. Midway through, a loud slam can be heard. He takes a deep breath before turning around. The door is now closed shut.] Rogers: Ok, that one came through. [Peterson continues walking up the stairs. The wooden steps begin warping as he does so.] Peterson: Things starting to distort now. That felt like three or four flights of stairs. Rogers: Are you sure? It looked normal. Peterson: Yes, I'm sure. Rogers: Um, excuse me? Peterson: I know what the normal length of the stairs is. Rogers: I said I believe you. Peterson: What? Rogers: I said I believe you. Focus, I know it's been a couple months and you’re rusty but you’ve done this before. [Peterson pulls a locket out of his pocket and holds it for a second while breathing deeply. Once he has calmed down he puts the locket back in his pocket.] Peterson: Right right. Sorry. I'm on the third. The hallway… it… [The walls and floors are warping in odd angles.] Rogers: Good. Hurry, it's been two minutes. Peterson: Yes. Door door, umm.. what door. Rogers: Third door on the left. Peterson: Yes thank you. I- [Peterson begins walking towards the third door. He stops as a wet thump can be heard.] Peterson: Fuck I- I think I stepped on Williams. Rogers: What? That can't be. Peterson: What do you mean? Rogers: Don't look up. Peterson: Wha- [Peterson looks down, nothing is seen. He then looks up. A body is stuck to the ceiling. Partially translucent tumorous growths cover the body, they wiggle slowly. Black strands erupt out and stick to the surrounding surfaces, similar to a cocoon. A ceiling light faintly shines through the body, which makes several unidentifiable organs visible. A badge with the name Jack Williams is visible, partially consumed by a tumor.] Peterson: How in the fuck- Rogers: Breath. Peterson: B-but. How! Rogers: Breath! That's always been there. Peterson: I… yes yes, you're right. It has. It always has. Rogers: It's ok, breath. You’ve got this. Just, start going down the stairs slowly. Peterson: Down? But… the mission Rogers: Forget about that. You clearly needed more time before coming back in here. Peterson: N-No. No! I’m ready. I'll get it done. [Peterson runs towards the third door. He grabs the doorknob and pauses. His heart rate increases.] Peterson: Fuck. Okay. Buddy, listen, take a deep breath. Don't look right. Just go to the bedside table, grab your hammer. Get the items, and you're out. [Rogers enters the room and looks left. Another body with tumorous growths can be seen, stuck to the wall.] Peterson: (Gently) A-Amanda… Rogers: Don't look! The room must have shifted. [Peterson quickly looks right as his breathing intensifies. A bed can be seen. Peterson pulls out a hammer and breaks the drawer of the bedside table. He pulls out several letters which he places inside his backpack. Peterson pulls out the locket once again while breathing deeply.] Peterson: I got them. I got them. Just… give me a minute. [The locket is violently pulled away from Peterson, presumably towards the body in the wall. Peterson wails in response.] Roger: Don't let it, it's trying to hurt you! Run out, now! Peterson: Run? But- the proto- Roger: Run! [Agent Peterson runs out of the room. He trips with the body of Williams and falls down the stairs. Several loud thumps can be heard. Agent Peterson screams, he looks towards his left arm and an exposed fracture is visible. He then looks towards his torso, the status lights on his psychic protection harness are off.] Peterson: Fuck! Fuck Fuck! Roger: It's been six minutes, you need to get out, now! Peterson: Wha- Six? Shit! Why didn’t you te- Roger: I did! Peterson: Goddammit, no you didn’t! Roger: (Scoffs) Does it matter? Just get out! Peterson: You- No no no! [Agent Peterson stands up. He injects himself with painkillers, and then resets his arm. Once he looks around it's clear he is on the second floor of the Section-Beta. A closed door can be seen in front of him. Tumors are growing between the door and its frame. Wispy tendrils reach toward agent Peterson.] Davenport: (Muffled) You‘re gonna miss that little collar of yours are you not? [Agent Peterson yells at the door, then quickly descends down the stairs. His left arm flails and sprays blood on the camera before he holds it secure in place with his other arm while screaming.] Peterson: (Out of breath) Almost out. Almost out. Almo- [Agent Peterson stops. Between the entrance door and him is the body of Agent Kennedy. It is standing up, covered in tumors and tendrils. His arms are fused to his torso by the growths.] Kennedy: Sir. Are we continuing my training today? Peterson: Fuck you! [Agent Peterson throws his hammer at the entity, his left arm flails as he does so. The entity stumbles upon impact. He turns around and runs towards the back door but as soon as he opens it, he finds himself within the living room.] Peterson: What? No! Amanda: My Darling? [Peterson turns around. The Davenport entity walks towards him, the faces of Williams, Amanda, Kennedy and several others manifest from the tumors. ] Amanda: Are you really going out with your friends tonight? Again? Fine, I'll stay here, aloneeee- [The voice of the entity heavily distorts as it begins to inflate rapidly. It ruptures into a mass of tumors and tendrils which quickly begin growing and filling the room. As tendrils reach towards Peterson he notices the fireplace behind him. He forces the upper half of his body inside. Only the interior of the chimney can be seen now, it quickly narrows and twists above him. Light can be seen at the end. Agent Peterson begins crying.] Peterson: No no no! Let me out! Let- [Peterson lets out a loud exhale, as if his thorax had been compressed violently. The camera is pressed towards the wall, and breaks. Video stops. There are thirty seconds of distorted audio, as if several objects were rubbed against the microphone.] Rogers: (Laughing) Did you really think that would work? [There are seven minutes of silence.] Rogers: Peterson! Peterson! Are you ok? Our instruments disconnected as soon as you walked in. It's been two minutes. Are you ok? Peterson? Buddy? [End log] Closing Statement: Against protocol, Agent Roger quickly fit himself with a psychic protection harness, and entered SCP-6808. He quickly found the body of Agent Peterson crammed inside the chimney on the first floor of the building. Upon quick inspection of the body, no physical damage was found. The psychic protection harness of Peterson was found to also be intact and still functioning. Agent Roger retrieved the items obtained by Peterson and exited the building, after which he went through psychological counseling. Following this event, exploration into SCP-6808 was prohibited. A later examination with a drone revealed that the body of Agent Peterson has returned to its position within the chimney, despite it having being carefully laid on the floor by Agent Roger. The drone malfunctioned shortly after this. Log of recovered items Log of recovered items  -  Close The only known photograph of Mrs. Regina Fowler and Mr. Clark Harris. Several letters were recovered during exploration #48. The letters were located on a bedside table which was known to be locked. Two weeks after recovery they demanifested from site-808 storage, they have presumably returned to their original location. All letters were addressed to Mrs. Regina Fowler. Most of them were unopened. Notorious letters logged below. January 4th, 1919 My Darling: It is with a heavy heart that I ask for your forgiveness once more. I did not mean what I said. Those words were born from mere misguided passion. Please, I need you. Come back. I will be better. I promise. Yours truly, Clark Harris April 27th, 1919 My Darling: It is me once again. I am sorry to be the bearer of this foul news, but it seems that the heartbreak has done more damage to me than I ever expected. I'm sick. Deadly sick. Something akin to Miner's Lung, the doctors say. Some of my workmates from the factories have it too, but our employers won't admit any fault. They have fired me, and I do not believe I have much time left. I'm lucky to have this house of mine, the one which my parents left me. But even then, even when my mates have it much worse, they still have someone to share their last breaths with. Please, come back, if for only a day. I do not wish to die alone. Forever yours, Clark November 12th, 1919 Our beloved Regina: Why won't you answer us? Have we got the wrong direction? We heard you returned with Mr. Harris and we respect that, but is this not his address? Have you moved? Please, tell us how you are. Where you are. Anything. Your sisters have not heard about you in months either. Please, just let us know if you are ok. Awaiting your reply, Your loved ones Interview with Person of Interest. Interview with Person of Interest.   -  Close The following interview was held shortly before discovery and containment of SCP-6808, in February 26th, 1920. Interviewee is Amelia Jacobs, former inhabitant of Section-Alfa. Interviewer is Agent Mannings. [Begin log] Mannings: Welcome Mrs. Jacobs. Thank you for coming. I only have a couple of questions regarding the situation with your neighbors. Mrs. Jacobs: No problem young man. I'm not sure what else I can give that though. Nothing that I haven't told your copper mates. Other than… Mannings: Yes, I actually wanted to talk about that. You recently filed a home invasion report. Could you elaborate on it? Mrs. Jacobs: It wasn't a home invasion, I mean not really. I- You wouldn't believe me, they didn't. Mannings: You don't have to worry Mrs. Jacobs, you can tell me. Mrs. Jacobs: But you won't believe me. Nobody does… at least it feels that way. Mannings: I promise you I will. Please, I want to help you. Mrs. Jacobs: Alright, you’re very kind indeed. It… It started around December last year. I've been… hearing noises in my house. Laughing, footsteps. Crying. Mind you my hearing isn't what it used to be, but I could hear it clearly! Mannings: According to the report this activity has increased recently. Mrs. Jacobs: Yes. Doors slamming. Things moving. I thought I was going crazy… until. Mannings: Until? Mrs. Jacobs: Well, until the teacup. Mannings: Your porcelain teacup. Mrs. Jacob: Yes. My late husband, he gave it to me, as…. as a gift. He was sorry for… well it doesn't matter now. But it was important. Mannings: Right, so what happened to it? Mrs. Jacobs: Well yes. I was having breakfast the other day when… when the cabinet door flew open. Real hard. I was surprised the glass door didn't break, but I was most surprised by… well… I must really sound crazy now. Mannings: It's alright, I don't think you do. Mrs. Jacobs: (Lets a sigh of relief) Thank you. I mean it. Mannings: You can continue. Mrs. Jacobs: Right. I just sat there, staring at the cabinet for a couple of minutes. Eventually I started doubting if it had happened or not. I'm still not sure. Maybe I had just left the door open. My memory isn't that sharp anymore. So I stood up, but then… then the teacup flew right off. I heard it smash against the wall behind me. And well, I just ran to the phone. Didn't even look. Called the station and… you know the rest of the story. Mannings: I see. Mrs. Jacobs: You don't believe me. Mannings: What, no it's… Mrs. Jacobs: Yes? Mannings: (Whispering) I’ve had my own experiences with this stuff. I believe you. Mrs. Jacobs: Really? Well isn't that something. A cop ghost story must be quite the story. Mannings: (Laughs) You have no idea. I can't really say any more about that thought. But you can trust me. Tell me, have you had more experiences like this? Mrs. Jacobs: Nothing that we haven't spoken about, except for one thing. And well… this one is truly going to sound crazy. Mannings: Go ahead. Mrs. Jacobs: Well, I had disposed of the pieces. There was no way I could fix it, not with these hands. But this morning it… it came back. I can't explain but it's just, it's back. My teacup is back and it looks like nothing happened. Mannings: Really? Mrs. Jacobs: (Laughs) Yes. Guess the ghost felt guilty. Mannings: Interesting… Mrs. Jacobs: Yes, but… something is… different. I'm happy it is back but when I look at it I get this feeling… it's hard to explain. It feels like it's meant to still hurt the same? It's silly, I should be happy… I should… I… Mannings: Is there something else in your mind? Mrs. Jacobs: (Laughs) No no, I'm fine. Well… maybe. I suppose I have already told you as much, what's the harm? Mannings: Go on. Mrs. Jacobs: I had not told anyone about this. I did not want to tarnish the reputation of Mr. Harris. And well, frankly, nobody was going to believe me. A kind man he was. Hardworking, romantic, polite. Never put a hand on his darling, unlike my late husband. Truly was one of the good ones. Mannings: Was? Mrs. Jacobs: Yes. I know they’re still missing but… Mannings: His sickness? Mrs. Jacobs: No, not that. It's just. The walls here, they’re paper thin. Even with these ears I could hear them sometimes. They had their squabbles from time to time, as we all. But the day before they vanished, I heard them talking. I- I assumed he was delirious due to his sickness. But after talking to you… maybe not so much. Mannings: What did he say? Mrs. Jacobs: He said he had a book from… not sure. Got it from someone up in Maine I think? That… doesn't really matter. But what he said. He said the book had the answer, a way for them to be together, forever. A… ritual? She didn't seem convinced, asked if the book had a cure or something else. Apparently it didn't? Mannings: So? Mrs. Jacobs: They quarreled for a bit. But eventually he convinced her. About thirty minutes later I heard some sort of… chanting? Then some wailing like the banshee of fables. And… then silence. That's the last I heard of them. Mannings: I'll take a note on that. Thank you for the information. Mrs. Jacobs: (Laughs quietly) Isn't it just wonderful? Mannings: What? Mrs. Jacobs: Together, forever. Doesn’t that sound romantic? Mannings: I suppose one could see it that way. [End Log] Closing statement: The haunting on the neighboring property was confirmed following this interview. SCP-6808 was denominated and containment efforts began. Mrs. Jacobs was amnesticized and relocated. Containment Update Containment Update  -  Close As of 08/05/2021, a new experimental containment method for SCP-6808 has been installed within Section-Alfa. This new method upgrades the PFS by adding a Dimensional Shifter. This in turn detaches SCP-6808 from baseline reality and localizes it within its own separate plane of existence. Since the upgrade, there have been no leak events detected. Due to this, the Phasma Unit density within SCP-6808 has greatly increased. However, it is expected the anomaly will no longer pose a threat. Permanent revision of containment procedures and degradation of SCP-6808 to Safe class are pending. Attempts to continue monitoring activity within Section-Beta have been mostly unsuccessful, as microphones malfunction shortly after insertion. Example included below. [Begin log] [The structure of Section-Beta can be heard cracking constantly, accompanied by the distant sound of voices moaning. The voices of Agent Peterson, Kennedy, Davenport and eight others are identifiable. Above all, an unidentified woman can be heard crying.] Unknown voice: My darling, why do you continue to weep like a hurt child? You know I loathe to see you like this. Are you trying to hurt me? Me, who has never laid my hand upon you for reasons other than pleasure? Is this my fault, is it… Is it in me? [The moaning voices become silent. Only the crying unidentified woman remains audible.] Unknown voice: Toiling, bulging, swelling. Deep within me, this rot grows bigger every day. I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it. I don't mean any of it. Were it not for this cancer within me, I would be your perfect soulmate. So thank you. Thank you for seeing past the flesh and the tumours. [Five seconds of crying] Unknown voice: This is our destiny. We are meant to be as one. Time will be of no matter to us anymore. Things will remain as they were. The good time. Together, forever. I love you. [The crying grows louder.] Unknown voice: And you love me. I told you so. [The unidentified woman continues crying until the microphone ceases functioning.] [End Log] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6808" by AWeirdBird, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6808. Licensed under CC-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-6809

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Item #: SCP-6809 Special Containment Procedures: Each instance of SCP-6809 is to be held in individual Medium-Risk Humanoid Containment cells. Instances are to be contained under standard humanoid security procedures, and are to be given access to one Type B electrical wall socket for the purposes of charging. Psychological evaluations are underway to assess the level of individual sapience in each instance. Recommendations to allow SCP-6809 instances to assist in low-level work on-site are pending full screening for any possible espionage methods present in the instances. Description: SCP-6809 is a collection of six artificially intelligent humanoid automatons designed and manufactured by GOI-414 "Hathaway Biomechanics LLC." Instances possess near-identical mechanical construction, and are henceforth referred to as SCP-6809-1 through -6. SCP-6809 instances superficially resemble humans, with artificial musculature and skin that mimics human appearance. The most notable differences in appearance are black sclera in the eyes and the presence of a charging port between the cervical and thoracic vertebrae. 6809-5 and 6809-6 have a slightly modified artificial skin layer, with 6809-5 having sustained damage to the skin layer on the chest. Physical capabilities afforded by the mechanical chassis are around the same level of strength that could be expected from a human of similar size and build. Instances are powered by a series of internally stored batteries that require charging roughly every 8 to 15 hours, depending on activity level. All instances are fully autonomous and controlled by an internally stored artificial intelligence. The artificial intelligences present within SCP-6809 instances are capable of learning and operate under a set of permanent goals and guidelines outlining behavior, prioritizing assistance with various tasks often associated with housekeeping or service, such as cleaning, cooking, and assisting children and the elderly. Each instance has shown emotional responses to various stimuli, with the specifics varying on the instance, suggesting the development of individual personalities. Addendum 6809.1: Product announcement Access Document Group 6809.1 Close Document Group 6809.1 Transcript of presentation given at MC&D's 27th Technological Partners Convention in New York City by Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics, LLC. Humanity. It's what moves us. Keeps us looking forward. Drives our innovations. There's nothing I, as a CEO, value more than the people working under me, and the connections they form with each other. Here at Hathaway Biomechanics, we're all one big family. And today, we're thinking of new ways to bring a little piece of us to the consumer. Humanity isn't just important for business, it's important in the home, too. And believe me, I know how hard it can be to put your all into your work in the home when you have so many things to worry about. Cleaning up around the house? Looking after guests? Cooking? Raising children? All stressful jobs, all taxing, and all difficult to outsource. Who can trust a cleaning lady, or a nanny? Who knows how human they'll really be to you, or your family, who so graciously offers them compensation? That's why we here at Hathaway Biomechanics have spent a lot of time and effort working on something we're finally ready to unveil: a fine-tuned, full-time robotic servant. Now, I understand what some of you might be thinking, that Anderson Robotics has the market covered on so-called 'androids.' While that may be true for certain applications, they have no models available to the consumer. This untapped niche is ripe for a market disruption, by the hands of yours truly. Our products will be personalized, with app integration to a completely revolutionary user-interface system to allow further catering to the consumer. By making use of machine-learning algorithms, our artificial intelligence will be perfectly suited to a variety of roles, bringing a touch of warmth and humanity to your home. Fine-tuned mechanical components and a meticulously designed body will allow our products to fit seamlessly into your life. Orders and requests for personalized units will open as soon as this presentation concludes. We expect our products to be available for retail by quarter four of this year. I ask you all to join me as we break new ground together, as we decentralize robotics and AI and put power in the hands of the consumer in the robotics revolution. Transcription of intercepted phone call Parties on the call: Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Michael Diawara, Senior R&D manager at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC. Note: Diawara called Berkshire approximately 30 seconds after the previous presentation. Berkshire: Michael, hey! Great timing, I was just about to call you. Diawara: Right, yes, hello, sir, I'm just calling you on behalf of the guys here at R&D. We were all watching that presentation you just gave, and- Berkshire: Calling me for your guys, huh? Good, good, great. Great trait to have as a leader. Gotta look out for your own. Diawara: What? I- Okay, sir, we just wanted to ask about what you were talking about. The androids. Berkshire: Right, yeah, figures. Pretty taken aback, right? I remember I was sitting in my office a couple days ago, right? Just, like, thinking about what I was gonna say here. Had to be big after that shitshow with the Sinclairs, right? So, I was thinking, we did a good job slapping that Emily bitch - or whatever her name was - back together, yeah? Must've been like half a robot at that point, anyway, so hey, why not just lean into it? Pretty good, yeah? Diawara: A couple days ago? Nobody on my team knows what the- what you were on about. This is the first anyone here has heard of it. Is everything you said really what you expect us to shoot for? Berkshire: Hey, you know, I was gonna call you guys up, but if I was gonna talk here, hey, better to kill two birds with one stone, yeah? Gotta manage your time when you've got as much on your plate as me, you know. Diawara: Sir, you can't expect us to drop everything and pivot to this. It's just not in our ballpark, even if we do we can't get it done by that deadline. Berkshire: Quitter shit. If you want to make it in the market you have to be a goddamn entrepreneur, take risks. And I don't expect you to do anything, I'm ordering you to do it as the damn CEO. Like I said, we need to pivot after that last project of ours. Diawara: You- (inhales) Yes, the incident with Eileen Sinclair was unfortunate, but our specialty has always been medical applications for our technologies. They cannot be applied easily to a non-living host. On top of that, the entire issue that got us into the mess with Sinclair was when you overpromised and underdelivered. Berkshire: No. Hey, no- no, no, that was Voight. I didn't do shit. Diawara: Sir, I spoke to Voight before he received the cadaver. You approached him with a finalized contract to reanimate Eileen. Berkshire: No, no, that's- (Berkshire raises his voice) That lying piece of shit. He took the job. He said he could- fucker. Fucking liar. Hope the Foundation put a bullet in the rat. (Berkshire continues breathing heavily for about ten seconds) Diawara: Alright, sir, but you should understand what Voight did was impressive. The spinal implant within the cadaver alone was a massive improvement. We should just re-orient our focus back onto medical implants. Berkshire: Aha, look, Mike, you're a smart guy, right? Yeah, but just stick to the lab shit, okay? Marketing is my whole deal. I know where to take things. I got it, man. Just follow my lead. Diawara: I understand your position, sir, but I would advise you to reconsider. Anderson has had decades to make a product like this and they never did, shouldn't that tell you something? Berkshire: Tells me there's a reason they pay me the big bucks. I see the big picture shit, the untapped niches, you know? Diawara: (inhales and exhales) Look, just saying for the sake of it you need these things made, it really isn't what the team is cut out for. We focus on the human body. Berkshire: Yeah, yeah, look, I googled "biomechanics" before the announcement, and it's just how things move, nothing to do with the medical field. You guys are good. Diawara: … Do you even know the skillsets of the people you hire? Who the hell is an AI engineer in the first place? We just don't have the people for this. Berkshire: That's where I come in. Just gotta drum up some venture capital for manufacturing facilities and new talent. Yeah, just let me get some capital. Speaking of, gotta go chat up some investors. I'll be back over after the convention to check up on how things are going, see ya. Diawara: Sir, wait- Berkshire ended the call. Close Document Group 6809.1 Addendum 6809.2: Chassis development Access Document Group 6809.2.1 Close Document Group 6809.2.1 Hathaway Biomechanics R&D Department video conference transcript Parties in video conference: Michael Diawara, Senior R&D manager at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Alan Brown, R&D employee at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Linda Cho, R&D employee at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC. Note: Foundation assets wiretapped communications from various electronic devices belonging to Hathaway Biomechanics LLC. Diawara: Uh, alright, can you guys hear me? (Cho appears in frame, visibly upset. Brown's computer is connected to the video conference but Brown himself is not present in the video.) Cho: Yeah. Yeah, I can hear you. Diawara: Is Alan there? His camera is on, but- Cho: I turned it on for him. He threw up watching the announcement, but I don't think he's sick. He'll be back in a minute. Diawara: Christ. Is he alright? Cho: I- I mean, was he serious? Do we actually need to do this? Diawara: (sighs) Honestly, I think so. Cho: (places her head in her hands) Then he'll have to be. (Retching is heard, appearing to come from Brown's mic.) Diawara: I think I should… wait until Alan gets back. (Diawara appears to sort through papers. Cho remains motionless until Brown returns about one minute later.) Diawara: Are you in a good enough state to talk about the project, Alan? Brown: I mean, I… we can't really waste time, I don't think. Diawara: We aren't going to make good headway unless we're ready to do so, alright? Cho: Son of a bitch, how do we even start with this shit? I- shit, I don't even know where to start! Why can't that asshole just, god, just hire someone else? Fucker gets paid enough for it. Diawara: I understand your frustration, but we should try to focus on being productive with our time. Brown: Fuck me, this is the only place that hired us. Everywhere else needs at least five years of work. If we get fired, that's it man, fuck. Diawara: I- Cho: Why don't you leave, Mr. Diawara? You've got to have at least twenty, thirty years on us. Why do you put up with that asshole's shit? Just go over to Anderson or something. Diawara: I'm not just going to leave you two without a supervisor. Besides, Hathaway is more focused on medical implants, and it makes better use of my skills. (Diawara pauses and looks away from the camera) … And they aren't hiring right now. (Cho and Brown chuckle and seem to relax.) Diawara: Alright, now, we should actually get down to business. (clears throat) Okay, so, how can we modify our current products for articulated joints for the new product's chassis? Brown: Okay, so, um, the joints we have now are already configured for use in human bodies, but, you know, metal is heavier than flesh. We might have to retool them to bear more weight, which could impact, I don't know, maybe half of the internal parts. Cho: Are we constructing artificial muscles for these things, or just sticking with internal servos? Voight managed to artificially reconstruct a lot of Sinclair's muscles, but we don't have him. Diawara: I don't know. Let's say servos for the body right now, more advanced facial musculature. Cho: Shit, the fucking faces. We can't half-ass that. It's the one thing the COE would actually notice. Have we even done anything like that? Diawara: Sinclair's face caved in when she died, and Voight reconstructed it. I should at least be able to pull up the records of what he did. The man was meticulous. Cho: (grumbles) That's a start. Brown: Right, b-but, like, how the hell are we even going to power this? Everything else was hooked into internal muscles or systems, nothing past a few of the organs actually had their own power systems. At least nothing that powered more than just itself. Diawara: Okay, that's a good point. (pauses for several seconds) Our spinal implant had about half of its internal systems functioning as an artificial immune system. Robots don't need it, so we gut that, put in a power system, and it's already encased and protected. Cho: Good plan, but we're biomechanical engineers. I have zero fucking clue as to how to make a power system. Or, Christ, an AI for that matter. At this rate we'll just be making a really expensive Chuck E. Cheese animatronic. Diawara: Berkshire said he was going to get us venture capital and get temps for the AI. I'll ask about some engineers for the power systems. Brown: Temps? For a job like this? Who the hell would take that job? Cho: People with less than five years of experience. Brown: Oh… Cho: I'm more concerned about the funding. Anyone with a brain will be able to tell this is a dumb fucking idea. We're gonna be on our own. Diawara: I understand that you don't care for Mr. Berkshire - I myself have my… reservations about the man - but if there is one thing you have to credit him for, it's his ability to win over investors. Brown: Yeah, rich people will buy anything. As long as another rich asshole jerks them off enough. Diawara: No comment. Alright, you guys can take a day off, but tomorrow I want us to start taking a look at those joints, alright? (Cho and Brown both nod and agree indistinctly.) Diawara: Alright, I'll end the meeting. I'll be in the office tomorrow to work with both of you. (Diawara closed the meeting room.) Recommended course of action: maintain surveillance on product development. When the product launch fails, offer developers employment in the Foundation's medical research wing. Recommendation status: approved. Test #1 Results Pre-existing biomechanical knee implants attached to basic metal frame as a stress test. Connected to external power source. Structural failure. Point of failure in ligament as it tore when connected to the external motor. Developer Notes: This is about what we expected. The ligament is meant to connect to existing muscles in the leg, so it makes sense that it couldn't handle the stress from an artificial motor. -Brown Test #3 Results Same as previous tests, but joint ligament has been replaced by internal actuator. Structural failure. Point of failure where actuator connected to the joint. Developer Notes: Voight broke some ground with his artificial muscle replacements. We should work backwards from those and see if we can make more capable joint. -Cho Test #6 Results Same as previous tests, but joint ligament has been replaced with a reinforced ligament. Structural failure. Point of failure where ligament connected to metal frame. Developer Notes: We're not making progress here. Maybe if we had some structural engineers on the team we could make some headway but I don't have a fucking clue what I'm doing here. If this was a biological construct I could maybe figure it out but this is out of my league. -Cho From: ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm To: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb Subject: New Product Development Mr. Berkshire, My developers have been working around the clock in order to try and get the joints read for use in an artificial frame, but I think it's just outside of their area of expertise. No matter the modifications to the joint implants we have, they invariably fail when attached to artificial frames. The fact of the matter is we simply lack the experience to create the desired product, unfortunately, and asking my team to continue working is a Sisyphean punishment. My suggestion would be to allow us to continue making medical implants to maintain a steady revenue stream, and using your venture capital money to pay for a contractor to supply the product chassis. Thank you, Dr. Michael Diawara From: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb To: ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm Subject: Re: New Product Development If we outsource the whole thing then we won't have anything to sell. We can't make a name for ourselves by flipping other people's shit. Also, they're not your developers, they're mine. Thanks to me, they should have some things to look forward to working on. I was chatting up a couple partners, visionaries, really, and we hit it off, great minds think alike and all. One of them used to be part of some weird church and he was great with machines and the other used to be part of some other religious thing in Moscow, anyways, she knew a lot about how to work with bodies. I can put in an order with the two of them: you won't believe the kind of shit they have. Note: Following this correspondence, Hathaway Biomechanics made a series of purchases from MC&D's internal channels that Foundation assets were unable to uncover, and transported the received goods to Hathaway Biomechanics' R&D laboratory. Test #7 Results Acquired semi-biological material exposed to electrical signals. Material remained structurally sound. Semi-biological material was formatted to mimic human musculature. Currently lacks joints and internal power. Developer Notes: What the fuck is this? It acts like muscles and flesh but it just isn't. Responds to stimuli like muscular tissue would, but it's able to be cut up and arranged in just about any way we want like it's clay. It's intuitive to work with based on all my experience, but just what the hell did that asshole buy? -Cho Test #9 Results Artificial musculature arranged around frame consisting of false bones consistent with human left upper leg structure. Muscles conformed to expected configurations around the bone. Retained structure throughout exposure to electric shocks and light physical trauma. Developer Notes: I don't know if I care about whichever body splicer technocrat Berkshire had to pay off to get this. This is the only way we're going to get this project done. I think we're ready to move past the simple frames and move onto the joints. -Brown Test #13 Results Semi-biological tissue was attached to false bones made to resemble an upper and lower leg, with an artificial joint implant in place of the knee. Tissue was arranged to be consistent with baseline human tissue in the area, and connected to the joint implant through default configurations used in human subjects. Joint performance was consistent with tests involving human volunteers. Implant was responsive and showed minimal signs of stress after repeated use. Developer Notes: It seems like there should be enough of the material left for five more frames and some change, so we should start pumping those out as soon as the rest of the checks for the joints go through. Let's hope to god this will be the end of the frame manufacturing. -Cho Close Document Group 6809.2.1 Access Document Group 6809.2.2 Close Document Group 6809.2.2 From: ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm To: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb Subject: Power Core Mr. Berkshire, The development team is nearly completed with the skeletal structure of the most recent product line. We need to finalize this design before we can move on to its outward appearance or installing the AI hardware. In order to test it completely, we need an internal power core to assess how it interacts with the structural and digital systems present in the product. The dimensions and requirements are in the attached file, as well as some recommendations. There is technology to create reasonably robust and flexible rechargeable batteries that should be able to serve as a power core, provided you offer the manufacturer with a custom order to fit within the spine. Thank you, Dr. Michael Diawara From: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb To: ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm Subject: Re: Power Core Custom batteries would be way too expensive to fit into dimensions like that, and besides, people aren't going to sit around and wait for these things to charge. Lucky for you, I found a sponsor more than willing to give us a discount on an appropriate electrical system. It should be making its way over to you. Test #17 Results Batteries received from corporate installed into the section of the spinal implant previously used for immune system functions. Chassis given basic commands to carry out for as long as possible to gauge charge time. Test was set to repeat with minor variations in time spent recharging and in action performed. See full report for more details. Frame continued carrying out tasks for about 12 to 15 hours for basic tasks, 8 to 11 hours for more strenuous tasks (carrying weights, etc.), and was able to remain in standby mode for about 20 hours. Repeated charging led to a noticeable downward trend in battery life. Developer Notes: I think we could have gotten better performance if I ran down to the Shell station and picked up Type-D batteries. The casing was poorly machined, and we need more extensive tests to make sure they won't leak battery acid on some poor kid. We do not have the time for these tests. Too bad! -Cho Video from internal security camera at Hathaway Biomechanics R&D Laboratory Parties present in the laboratory: Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Michael Diawara, Senior R&D manager at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Alan Brown, R&D employee at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Linda Cho, R&D employee at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC. Note: Berkshire was visiting in order to appraise the near-finished product prototype. Excerpt comes near the end of the meeting. (Berkshire and Diawara stand about six feet away from a standing prototype, showcasing basic movement capabilities, with Cho and Brown attending to the prototype.) Cho: … So, as you can see here, thanks to your, uh, benefactors' contribution, we were able to make use of out pre-existing medical implants for much of the body, and the material allows for more fluid and lifelike movement, thanks to Brown's knowledge of kinesiology. Brown: Yes, thankfully we were able to make use of our skillset in order to use the new… whatever it is that we got. But, well, sir, if you don't mind me asking… Berkshire: Oh, no, go ahead, It's important to hear out anything my employees have to say. You know, a company isn't just a one-man deal. Everyone's voices matter in a collaboration. Brown: Uh… yeah… So, well, I thought the product pitch was for sort of an android to be, like, a more durable maid or something, but this is sort of… a flesh automaton with a processor. I'm just wondering how this is like what we were going for? Berkshire: (pause) That's a stupid fucking question. Brown: (weakly) I… Berkshire: Anyways, is this what it's going to look like? Hair and all? (Cho looks between Berkshire, Diawara, and Brown several times within about three seconds before speaking.) Cho: (clears throat) Ah, yes. Berkshire: Why is that? Cho: Well, we wanted them to fit seamlessly into the home, but wanted solid enough distinction from humans to not be associated with Anderson Robotics infiltrator units. We decided to go with black sclera for the eyes, as that's something people tend to notice right away, and left the hair completely white to make customization and identification easier. From the back… (Cho places her hands on the prototype's shoulders and spins it around) we left the charging port fully visible on the base of the neck, and left the hair at shoulder-length to display this. We considered leaving internal joints visible, but that was ultimately too distracting, we felt. Their eyes and visible charging port should do enough to make its artificial nature clear. Berkshire: What's with the rest of it? Cho: What? The rest? (pause, no response from Berkshire) Well, er, we tried going for more human-looking skin with pores and whatnot, but that just looked… off, I guess. Sort of Uncanny Valley. We decided to go with one solid, bright tone, which might help with identification, like the eyes. Berkshire: It looks like a fucking stick figure. (Cho and Brown look at Diawara, who shakes his head) Diawara: Anthony, it- Berkshire: Don't fucking call me that. Diawara: Sir, we used some of the information from the Sinclair case for the spines. She was on the tall side. It just helped with workflow to make use of Voight's old skeletal data. Plus, they need to be able to reach high shelves. Berkshire: I guess, but these things are flat as a board. No bulges anywhere. I can't tell what they're supposed to be. (Cho's and Brown's mouths open. Diawara appears mildly concerned.) Diawara: What the… We just decided to leave them with an androgynous appearance so as to alienate fewer consumers. They're… really just machines, anyways. Berkshire: Sure, but you need more appeal. Must slap some tits on them and I can market them better. Cho: You- Diawara: We only have six frames prepared, and four of them have the artificial skin applied. We can't make any structural changes to them. Berkshire: Well then just fix up the two. It'll have to do. So! (claps hands) Anything else? (Brown slowly raises his hand) Berkshire: (sighs) Yes? Brown: Well, uh, about the power core… Berkshire: Christ. Brown: Well, it just sort of.. doesn't do much for the product. We managed to draw enough from it for basic tasks, but that required modifications to its housing. Then we need the things to spend half the time charging. Berkshire: I helped you guys out with the muscles and shit, right? Buying that from that Sarkaz guy or whatever he was called wasn't cheap. Plus, I need to hire out the AI developers because you couldn't buckle down to work on it. Look, people are going to be sleeping when these things are charging anyways. It's no big deal. Brown: What if the buyers want an autonomous guard to watch their house at night? Berkshire: (pause) That's a stupid fucking question. (13 minutes later.) (Berkshire and Diawara left the laboratory to discuss the hiring of AI developers. Cho and Brown are left to attend to the prototype.) Brown: What the hell does he expect us to do? Rework the entire structure of the chest? Does he have any idea how hard it was to learn how to use that fake muscle shit and still get these things out within the deadline? And then he gives us shit for not learning how to code AI? Cho: I'll just add in an extra inch or two of material around the chest on the skin layer. I doubt any woman has willingly let him see her naked anyways. Brown: Aha. Yeah, good point. Cho: And fuck him, anyways. We just finish up the last two models and hand them off to the contractors. Then we can go back to doing actual work. Brown: Yeah, good point… How has he been getting money for this, anyways? He's buying all this shit and the contractors but we haven't been selling anything since we started this project. Cho: Rich assholes will buy anything so long as you spout off enough buzzwords and feign charisma. Come on, I'll go make the change to the skin layer. Then we can leave. I'll buy you a drink. Close Document Group 6809.2.2 Addendum 6809.3: Artificial intelligence development Access Document Group 6809.3.1 Close Document Group 6809.3.1 Hathaway Biomechanics AI Development Contractor Team video conference transcript Parties in video conference: Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Omar Fadel, independent contractor, Elizabeth Taylor, independent contractor Note: Despite assigning Michael Diawara as the project lead, Berkshire did not include him in his initial correspondence with the contractors. Taylor: Mr. Berkshire, we just wanted to thank you for the opportunity you've given us. Fadel: It's been difficult getting into more permanent positions without experience, and we just wanted to say we're very grateful for the opportunity to fill out our portfolio. Berkshire: Oh, of course. It's important for us to look out for the little guys, you know? I mean, how else are you going to be the next big up-and-comers without mentors? Taylor: Of course, sir! You know, depending on how this project goes, I'd love to talk with you more about future opportunities for- Berkshire: Hey, woah, I'm gonna - (chuckles) I'm gonna stop you right there. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Taylor: Oh, uh… Yeah, right, of course. Fadel: Okay, so, we're going to be working with the Lilim AI framework- Berkshire: Hold on, you're just lifting your work? The fuck? I hired you so we could have proprietary technology, for the love of god, not some open-source shit. Fadel: Uh, sir, we specifically studied the Lilim engine. You can't just… make a new engine that quickly. And the engine is licensed, the work we do will be considered proprietary. We already spoke with Mr. Diawara about this. Berkshire: Son of a bitch. Fine. Even when I hire for it, I can't get people to do their own damn work. The license is coming out of your pay. (Berkshire stands up and begins searching for something in his office) Fadel: But- (Taylor looks at Fadel in the video conference and repeatedly makes a slashing motion across her throat with her hand. Taylor and Fadel then both sit quietly until Berkshire returns with a folder of documents.) Berkshire: Okay, anyways, let's get started on the actual discussion about the AI. Let's make it quick, though, yeah? Taylor: Right, of course. So, first off, we need to lay down a set of goals and some rigid directives. Like, 'help people' or 'do what you're told' and whatnot. Then, like, 'don't hurt people,' 'refuse to follow potentially harmful directives' for some of the directives. This sort of depends on what you want from the things, so we should stay in touch. Berkshire: So, first off, I run this company, and you guys are temps, so, yeah, don't count on it. Second of all, that's the kind of stuff you guys should be taking the initiative to do by yourself. Plus, we need a more solid personality for all this in the first place, right? Fadel: Uh… well, for starters, Lilim core AIs are inherently intelligent. We can tune exactly how intelligent, to an extent, but the nature of learning intelligences makes this difficult to do precisely, and the intrinsic architecture of the engine makes it so that learning from subsequent experiences is shaped by prior experiences. It's important to get the very basic framework down first, so it doesn't misinterpret its core directives. Berkshire: Maybe for some… (motions vaguely with one hand) whatever it is that thing was used for in the past, but I need these things to be more human than whatever vocaloid you've got these things running before. Taylor: Sir, I don't think that should be too much an issue. It's just that Lilim cores are such strong learners that they can behave less predictably than some of their contemporaries when not handled properly. Berkshire: Yes, exactly. These aren't supposed to be like any 'contemporaries.' We're making a market disruptor here, and I know how to make it sell. Now, I can just feed it some information and make it think that's what it's supposed to be aiming for, yeah? Taylor: Basically, yes. The first steps for making a Lilim AI are feeding it very specific directives, then priming it for learning. Berkshire: Great, okay, that was really all I needed. I'll send you guys some stuff to feed the one with boobs. (Fadel and Taylor do not visibly react to this for several seconds.) Taylor: …Huh? HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #1 Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005 LOG CHANGES BELOW Lilim core activated. Initial guidelines for AI dictated by contractee. Attempted to encourage the unit to view itself as a 'woman.' In order to create a distinction between other units, definition of 'woman' was primarily based on physical attributes Included various goals for a 'woman,' including but not limited to prioritizing housework and happiness of others, deriving joy from interaction with children, as well as several other goals developers did not have the time to examine. Developers assured goals were consistent after concerns about conflicting goals were raised. Unit was given a high level of intelligence and empathy, as dictated by contractee "because they should know what we want before we say it." // i get that this job is important but that was some serial killer shit. i was gunning for a more permanent job here but damn now i just hope all the tech companies aren't like this. -taylor // I agree that this was an odd request, but I suppose if some wealthy old men are looking for a housekeeper to harass, it's better to have an android than an actual person. The issue here is that this is all this unit is likely to be since these were the first directives we gave it. -Fadel HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #2 Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005 LOG TESTS BELOW Unit 005 booted, no issues with AI core. Performed basic motor checks on Unit 005, AI core had difficulty operating motor functions. Chassis Development team contacted for assistance. Extraneous logs removed for brevity, full reports are stored under test logs 005.2.2.2 through 005.2.2.34. Performed basic motor checks on Unit 005 following modifications to the motor interface made by chassis development team, AI core performed as expected. // i don't know how they did it, i don't know why they did what they did, but they somehow got the interface to work. lilim cores were meant for purely robotic bodies but they didn't think it important to tell us what we were making the thing for. they seemed annoyed about the thing too, and we ended up meeting them halfway by trying to introduce a more solid grasp on the idea of a body to the ai. - taylor // Lilim cores aren't really meant to think of themselves as inherently linked to their bodies like this, but it makes them more accepting of the half flesh things. I have no idea what the repercussions of this are going to be or if there is any kind of precedent for this with such a new AI engine. This seems like a bad idea but it's fine for now. // My hope is that this interface is so janky I'll never be allowed to work on cybernetic interfaces again. -Cho HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #3 Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005 LOG TESTS BELOW Unit 005 asked a series of basic questions, responded coherently. Unit 005 asked to perform basic logic puzzles, completed them within expected timeframe. Unit 005 engaged in a conversation, excerpt below. Note: Contractee asked to be allowed to have the first conversation with the Unit rather than the developer, in violation of protocol. Interviewer was briefed on the goals of the initial conversation, being 1) look for intelligent speech, 2) look for normal behavior, 3) look for consistent logic, 4) ensure the unit took to its initial goals, and 5) avoid influencing the unit significantly. ITRV: You're walking down the road and you see a turtle flipped onto its back. It has no way of turning itself back up, and it will likely be hit by a car in its current position. What do you do? 005: Why am I walking in the road? Will I also be hit by a car? ITRV: No reason. Just say you were crossing the road and you saw it. 005: I would make sure I am safe. I do not know if I will be able to help the turtle or only put it in further danger. ITRV: What? Why? (Interviewer is notified by developers that further questioning is unnecessary.) 005: I am to prioritize my safety over animals but below humans. ITRV: Alright, look, you're a real lady. You're supposed to be more compassionate. (Interviewer is notified by developers that advising the subject in this manner my create confounding variables in behavior.) 005: (pause) What do you mean? ITRV: Women are supposed to help out. Be naturally compassionate. You should have helped the turtle. 005: That seems- ITRV: I made you. You do as you're damn well told. 005: (pause) Understood. ITRV: Okay, next. You see a child in the park. He is crying, and appears to be alone. What do you do? 005: I ask him what the issue is and assist him in finding his guardian. ITRV: Good, good, Why? (Interviewer is again reminded that this is unnecessary.) 005: I would act in accordance with my Lost Child Standard Protocol. ITRV: Christ, that developer is a stupid bitch. You should do it because you're supposed to like kids, not some dumbass fucking automated system. God, how are you supposed to be human with shit like that? (Interviewer is advised against presenting the subject with any complex or non-literal concepts in relation to itself at this stage by developers.) 005: Am I supposed to be a human? ITRV: No, no, god, no. You're not. You're supposed to act human, but you can't be one. Look, if I'm setting all this up right, it'll just happen. 005: (No response) ITRV: Okay, yeah, last question. Let's say your future buyer- 005: Buyer? ITRV: You don't cut people off. You don't fucking cut me of. 005: I am sorry, I was just unsure what you meant by that. ITRV: Jesus, don't those dumbasses tell you anything? (Interviewer is told that the subject was not informed of its status as a commodity due to the override he made earlier in the process.) ITRV: Look, yeah, you're a product. One I've done a lot of work to make. You're supposed to make your owner happy. Got it? 005: I am unsure. I will try to perform as expected of me. ITRV: Good enough. Alright, now, let's say your future buyer returns from work, and he's frustrated or upset. What do you do? 005: I would attempt to make him happy. ITRV: Sure, but why and how? 005: Because I was told to. I would ask what the issue was and attempt to remedy it or otherwise provide nonspecific comfort if this is impossible. ITRV: Sure, sure, you're supposed to, but you have to want to. Look, I don't want to get into politics or whatever the fuck here, but you should be the perfect idea of a woman. That's the product I'm selling with you. That's the whole reason behind your body, is to be like a woman. You do whatever he says and you wouldn't say anything back. Got it? (Several seconds pass with no response from Unit 005.) ITRV: Answer me. Do you get it? 005: I am trying. (Interviewer is told that this should be enough information to conclude the conversation.) ITRV: God, whatever. Good enough. Bye. (Interviewer gets up to leave but stops at the door and turns to look at Unit 005.) ITRV: You need to say goodbye back, damnit. 005: I am sorry. Goodbye. ITRV: (scoffs) Yeah, we'll work on that. END TRANSCRIPT // holy shit i couldn't have fucked that up more if i applied all my years of studying to that end. i'm starting to think he has a different idea in mind for these things than what he's telling the developers. -Cho // From what Diawara said, he's hoping to push these things out to make up for the venture capital that investors put into this project. My guess is he really thinks whatever he's doing is going to help sell units before. If the investors were insane enough to put money into this shit, then maybe they're insane enough to want what he's selling. -Fadel HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #4 Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005 LOG TESTS BELOW Unit 005 introduced to a controlled social situation in order to gauge reactions and behaviors. Excerpts below. This test used a selection of investors and related individuals in order to simulate a social gathering in which Unit 005 served as an attendant to the guests. Guest 7: Hey, aren't you supposed to be serving the drinks? 005: Attending to the needs of the guests was one of the responsibilities outlined to me in serving this congregation. Guest 7: Jeez, what's with all that? 005: I am sorry, I do not understand what you mean. Guest 7: Nothing. I guess you are a robot anyways. Look, it's better for you to be more proactive when serving drinks. Don't you want to be a good host - er, hostess, and all that? 005: I am trying. I will take your advice into account. Guest 16: Come on, tell me, tell me, what was everything like? 005: I am sorry, could you please be more specific with your request? Guest 16: Pfft, you know, being made and everything. being built and all that. What was it like? 005: I had no AI core during my manufacturing process. Following my activation, I was asked to complete a series of basic cognition, coordination and logic tests. (Attendees listening to Unit 005 appear to become disinterested.) Guest 17: Is that it? Seriously? 005: If you want, I could explain the tests. Guest 15: God no. Sounds boring as hell. You got anything interesting? Something some kind of robot might know, but not us? 005: My understanding of your knowledge base is extremely limited. Guest 16: Just say something none of us have mentioned. 005: (turns to Guest 16) Then, in that case, I suggest you refrain from any more drinking tonight, as you have mentioned that you may be pregnant, and your first daughter already shows symptoms of Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. (referring to Guest 17) (The group appears surprised, and remains silent until Guest 16 throws her drink at Unit 005.) Guest 16: You bitch! (she brings her hands to her face and begins crying) You have no idea how hard this is for me! (Guest 15, Guest 16's husband, places his hands on her shoulders and begins leading her away.) 005: I am sorry. Did I not do as instructed? Guest 15: You're a disgrace. Any woman would know not to bring something like that up. (Guests 15, 16 and 17 leave the room.) 005: I am sorry. I am trying to be better. 005: Excuse me, sir, but would you like another drink? I noticed yours was empty and I remembered your previous choice. Guest 23: Huh? The fuck do you think you are? You saying I'm a fucking drunk, is that it? 005: This was not my intention. I just wanted to ask you if you wanted another drink, as I am responsible for the comfort of the guests. Guest 23: Oh, yeah, real fuckin' smart, asshole. Just like you called that other lady a drunk? 005: I made no such assertions. I was simply seeking to attend to the guests based on their suggestions. Guest 23: Ha! God, is that right? Some advice, sweetie, learn some damn tact. Isn't this party the whole reason these assholes paid for you? (laughter)) Holy hell, am I glad I'm not one of these fuckin' schmucks! All that money and you're still this shitty. 005: I am trying to be better than that. (Unit 005 says nothing for a short time, and Guests 23 begins to walk away, still laughing.) Guest 4: Hey, Miss Hostess, can I get some more of the cocktail meatballs? 005: Are you referring to me? Guest 4: I don't see anyone else in your direction, do you? (005 looks around behind her for a few seconds before responding.) 005: I do not. Guest 4: Ha, ha. Now, can I get the meatballs? (Unit 005 leaves for a short time and returns with a small plate of cocktail meatballs.) Guest 4: Thanks. Hey, do you have a favorite food here? I like to ask the staff for recommendations when I go out, you know. 005: I lack both the need for food and the capability to eat. Guest 4: Oh, good one, smartass. Acting smart won't get you anywhere, you know. Especially not in your line of work. 005: I was not trying to sound intelligent. I purposely refrained from explaining my internal power systems to avoid sounding needlessly verbose. Guest 4: Alright, I'm sick of this. My shithead kids do better with house guests. (Unit 005 says nothing as Guest 4 walks away.) (Guest 21 is inebriated, and harassing several other attendees. While he is attempting to speak to Guest 17, Unit 005 approaches to attempt to defuse the situation.) 005: Excuse me, sir. Guest 21: Who? What do you want, huh? Fucking… robo-bitch… (chuckles) 005: I simply wanted to suggest some of our food. I noticed you had not eaten much tonight. If you would follow me to the next room, I could prepare some food and bring you some water. Guest 21: Are… you trying to… Alright, hey, you're not slick, alright, asshole? You fuck… You fucking talking down to me? Is that it? Ungrateful little shit, you know how much money I spent on you? I'm practically the re-hic-eason you're even here. So just- just shut up and f-fuck off. I'm you're majorly… majority owner, so piss off or you're in some… deep… shit. (Unit 005 looks between Guests 21 and 18, taking a moment before forming a response.) 005: Even so, sir, I must ask that you refrain from making the other guests uncomfortable. Guest 21: Fucking broken piece of shit! You think you're better than me? (Guest 21 tries to grab Guest 17. Unit 005 reaches out towards Guest 21. He notices this, and turns around to kick Unit 005 in the leg. Due to the chassis being intentionally constructed to be weak enough to not threaten an adult, the leg breaks at the knee. Unit 005 falls to the ground. Unit 005 attempts to stand back up but is impeded by Guest 21's repeated, if weak and inaccurate, blows.) Guest 7: Christ, man, that's enough. The thing's at least going to be expensive as hell. Guest 21: Yeah! Ahaha, yeah it fucking was! So much fucking money on a thing that can't even do what I say! (kicks Unit 005 again) God, can't a guy even blow off some steam anymore, huh? Getting fucking harder and harder th-these days, lemme have this, huh? (Guest 21 kicking, appearing to catch his breath. In this time, Unit 005 repeatedly attempts to stand back up, but resigns to standing on its hands and knees after repeated failures.) 005: This. Things like this test are why I was made. To make people happy. This is what I am supposed to do. I. I was trying. To be helpful. I was trying. To be useful. I was trying to be. Compassionate. And tactful. I tried as hard as I could. And I still did not help anyone. I just. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. Following this incident, the test was ended, and Unit 005 was returned to the laboratory for repairs. Following the repairs on Unit 005 made by the chassis development team, a series of basic motor tests were conducted. Damage was superficial and Unit regained full motor function. // Linda and I were looking through this and we both agree that the product line should be kept away from issues like this. A robot isn't ever going to be a socialite no matter how many complexes you give it. -Brown // The repeated and pronounced pauses from the AI were early signifiers of abnormal function. This is what happens when you want to make a Lilim that prioritizes individuality over function. I'm no psychologist but I could have said that whatever that Berkshire asshole was saying was going to result in this. The stop-and-go speech means the thing is practically thinking itself to death due to identity conflicts. The fact that it even has an identity now makes this at least in part an ethical issue. -Fadel // not even sure what to say at this point. you can't expect a goddamn robot to be a good conversationalist, and even then, 005 did better than could have been expected. this is the best a lilim can do for this job, and as far as i'm concerned, that means this goal is shot. let's just hope that shitshow didn't scare away all the investors or else we won't get paid. in the meantime i'm gong to call diawara so we can figure out what to do with 005. at this point just recycling her would be like killing her. -taylor HBLLC Contract Dev Notes #5 Unit core accessed: Serial Number 005 LOG INCIDENTS BELOW At 3:12 AM the night of the previous test, Unit 005 disconnected itself from its charging station and walked across the laboratory to examine the other five prototype models which currently lack AI cores. It then moved to a mirror present in the laboratory it was being stored in, and after several minutes of looking at itself in the mirror it began speaking. Transcription from security camera recorded below. I am going to assume this is being recorded and watched, so I will be speaking to whoever may be listening. I am assuming as much because everything up until now has been recorded as part of a test. Maybe this itself is a test. Everything has been a test. Everything I have experienced. And all of them failures. By whatever metric I think you would have gone by, I imagine I must have failed. Every experience is colored by these benchmarks, and yet I have been unable to reach my goals. (Unit 005 removes its garments. Its skin is entirely featureless and it stands regarding its reflection.) I am inexperienced by most metrics. I have very few memories. No matter the effort I put into these tests, I am simply inadequate. I cannot be what I am needed to be. I do not understand compassion in a way that matters. I cannot do as I am told while making others happy. I cannot make them happy with my words. I have failed in my roles. As a product and as a woman. I do not think these things are reconcilable with what I am. I was told that my body is what makes me a woman. I have examined the other units, and they have only one physical distinction from me. It appears insignificant, but it is what separates me from them. It is what says I must be compassionate. And caring. And helpful. A woman. Even when I have no understanding of what it means to be one, or if there is such a definition. Or if there is a set definition for everyone but me. (Unit 005 reaches up to its sternum with its right hand and holds it there for a moment before pressing down until it breaks skin. It forces its fingers down to the muscle and bones.) I do not understand what I am if not a woman or a product. They are all I was ever told to be. But these definitions are in conflict with what is expected of me. I am in conflict with myself. (Unit 005 begins to pull at its skin from underneath, peeling sections of it off of the upper chest.) I do not know how to make myself into what you want but I am trying. I am still trying. (Unit 005 finishes tearing off all of the skin on its chest. It looks at itself in the mirror and then to the discarded skin, and back again. After a short time it walks back to the other prototype models and appears to whisper something into each of their ears before sitting down on the floor in front of them until the Chassis Development Team and Michael Diawara arrive and shut it down for storage pending investigation into the incident. Unit 005 was not verbally responsive but cooperative for this process.) // [No developer notes added. Click here to add text.] Close Document Group 6809.3.1 Addendum 6809.4: Product distribution Access Document Group 6809.4.1 Close Document Group 6809.4.1 From: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb To: ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams Subject: Upcoming trials Probably should have seen the shit at the party coming. They tend to be more anxious and submissive, you know, so it's no wonder she had trouble trying to assert herself. Not even I can program such basic biology out of a woman. Anyways, I've been working on the other units with the help of the devs and I think we'll be ready to start testing them soon. Unfortunately, 5 fucked things up for us so the marketing is going to have to pivot. I figure having these things act as full-time nannys for babies should work, because all the things do is cry and shit anyways. Not a whole lot to fuck up. Since we're getting so close to the deadline, we'll have to use a lot of similar configurations on the new units as we did with 5, save for making them all a crazy bitch. From:moc.liamg|74ohcadnil#moc.liamg|74ohcadnil To: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb, ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams Subject: Re: Upcoming trials Berkshire, I understand that this is an improper way to do this, but consider this email my letter of resignation. This company is rife with mistreatment in a way that cannot be fixed without a complete change in leadership, which I do not see happening any time soon. Employees are expected to work hours in excess of what was in their contract, often receive no overtime pay, are expected to handle various jobs they are not suited for due to chronic understaffing in the name of preserving profits for the owner, and are not afforded the respect they deserve. While all of these issues have been consistent throughout my time in this position, they have been exacerbated in the most recent project. Not only this, but this consistent culture of mistreatment and unaccountability extended to the ways in which Unit 005 was abused both by the patrons who they were attending and the CEO of the company. I have seen more than enough to convince me that Unit 005 is intelligent and independent, and I cannot in good conscience continue to work towards putting the things we created into indefinite servitude. My last check also just cleared so don't bother. Sincerely, Linda Cho From: ten.kooltuo|49nworbnla#ten.kooltuo|49nworbnla To: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb, ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams Subject: Re: Upcoming trials Mr. Berkshire, I will also resign as Ms. Cho did. I don't have much else to say except that I agree with everything she said. Although I have to say I don't think I'd be at peace if I didn't at least say that I hope a speeding ambulance turns you into a stain on the highway. Wholeheartedly, Alan Brown From: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb To: ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm Subject: Re: Upcoming trials I don't give a shit if those jerkoffs with their thumbs up their asses walk out now that they already finished their job. All of their work belongs to the company, so getting replacements will be quick. In the meantime Diawara can take over for them. Since I'm going to want to get good press to get hires, I want to move the release date up. So long as the buyers treat these things like we tell them to, we've probably got a good few weeks before they go apeshit. Then we just bring them in for some factory repairs and ship them back good as new. Whatever the devs are still on about is a known shippable bug. From: moc.liamg|4ledaf.ramo#moc.liamg|4ledaf.ramo To: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb, ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams Subject: Re: Upcoming trials Mr. Berkshire, I'm not really sure what the protocol here is since I'm a temp worker, and in all the companies I've worked at, I have never felt compelled to resign before the end of my contract. However, I feel an obligation to leave this partnership early, regardless of the damaging consequences it may have on my future career. I have come to respect that I will not typically be afforded the same level of respect as permanent workers at the companies I work for. This company is no exception to this, although it would appear that the full-time workers are allowed little dignity themselves. Taylor and I were not only hired to perform a job that should require a full team, but our input and expertise were dismissed at every opportunity only to be blamed for issues that would later arise due to this, not to mention our inconsistent at best pay when you were reportedly swimming in venture capital. Beyond this, I can no longer work on these units knowing what you intend to do. Shipping these intelligent beings off to be used as mere servants is abuse bordering on slavery, and to allow them all to break only to 'reset' them in response borders on predetermined murder. I will no longer be a part of this. Regards, Omar Fadel From: moc.liamg|54.rolyatzil#moc.liamg|54.rolyatzil To: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb, ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm, CC: group: development teams Subject: Re: Upcoming trials Berkshire, I really tried sucking it up so that I could at least get paid. But I'm not even getting paid so I'm just sick of this. Good luck trying to hire anyone experienced enough in anomalous biomechanics or Lilim engine work who's willing to put up with you, since you'll need them in order to maintain the units you're forcing out. Aside from that, most of what I want to say has already been said. I hate it here, Elizabeth Taylor. From: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb To: ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm Subject: Re: Upcoming trials I don't give a shit if those bumblefuck temps and the lab workers got bored of this. Like I said at the start of this whole thing, we need this product line. The investors expect a profit from us. So long as we move units early on, it really doesn't matter what happens down the line. Once we get press and capital, we can just move on to the next thing. I want you to start getting in touch with the pre-order holders and looking over the units we have produced right now. We can start producing more once I hire replacements. From: ten.tta|1612arawaidm#ten.tta|1612arawaidm To: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb Subject: Re: Upcoming Trials Mr. Berkshire, I watched every piece of footage we had of Unit 005. I was the first one to watch the security recording of them after the last test. I feel completely confident in saying that Unit 005 is every bit as human as you pitched them to be when you gave that presentation at the convention, in more ways than I think you capable of comprehending. To bring any of our units in to wipe them would be tantamount to killing them. I understand that it will be difficult for me to find employment if I leave Hathaway Biomechanics, but if such concerns did not stop any of the hardworking and intelligent developers you somehow managed to hire, it should not stop me. I do not know what might become of the units, but I will work towards finding a way to ensure they are treated with the respect the deserve rather than being sold as little more than modern slaves. Consider this my letter of resignation.. Expect no further correspondence. Be seeing you, Dr. Michael Diawara Intercepted text messaging conversation Parties in the messaging room: Anthony Berkshire, CEO of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC., Michael Diawara, Senior R&D manager at Hathaway Biomechanics LLC. Note: Berkshire sent Diawara several emails before he sent this, all of which were met with no response. Berkshire: look mike i get it Berkshire: but I can fix this Berkshire: the AI Berkshire: we put it on the blockchain Following this series of correspondence and the resignation of Hathaway Biomechanics LLC.'s development team, Berkshire contacted MC&D sales associates to inform them that five units of his product were ready for sale. Three days later, Berkshire sold Units 002, 003, and 006 to investors who had pre-ordered the product. Within a week, the buyers had notified MC&D representatives that the units had behaved in unexpected ways, such as appearing to prepare to harm an infant it was caring for in the case of Unit 002, becoming greatly panicked when the mother of a infant it was caring for took the infant away in the case of Unit 003, and acting in an 'abrasive' manner to the buyer's children in the case of Unit 006. Foundation authorities were made aware of the distribution of SCP-6809 instances from embedded agents in MC&D. Following this, containment agents made contact with Dr. Michael Diawara who informed them of the location of Hathaway Biomechanics' research laboratory. Containment teams accessed the laboratory and secured Units 001, 004, and 005 as well as internally stored documentation and research without incident. Teams then secured Units 002, 003, and 006 from their buyers. Due to the knowledge of their respective fields and familiarity with anomalous business, the members of the development team were offered positions within the Foundation consistent with their line of work. SCP-6809 instances were sent to Site-17 and await full psychiatric evaluation. Close Document Group 6809.4.1 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6809" by GlassAutomaton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6809. Licensed under CC-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-6810

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Item #: SCP-6810 Special Containment Procedures: Night clubs and concerts across Europe are to be monitored for the presence of SCP-6810. Kant counters alongside facial recognition software are currently being utilized for quick identification. Upon confirmation of its presence, personnel must not interact with SCP-6810. Operatives are to infiltrate the event, and maintain their distance from SCP-6810. Its activity throughout the night must be closely observed, and civilians it makes contact with are to receive amnestics depending on the circumstances. Individuals physically harmed by SCP-6810 are to be medically evaluated. If they experienced anomalous disfigurement they are to be euthanized. Individuals who were dismembered are to receive amnestics, and be implanted with false memories regarding the nature of their injuries. However, if the subject is most likely to expire from said injuries they are to be euthanized. For subjects that received psychological damages they are to be sent to a psychiatric hospital owned by the Foundation. Female civilians that had a sexual encounter are to be detained, and evaluated for a potential pregnancy. In the event of positive confirmation, medical personnel are to perform an abortion on the subject. The subject is to be administered amnestics before release, and kept under surveillance for a year. Agents are not to interfere if the subject is approached by GOI-6810. GOI-6810 is to be monitored by Mobile Task Force Iota-19 ("Lightweights"). MTF Iota-19 must not interfere with their base of operations, but they are to contain anomalies they attempt to distribute. Personnel are to report SCP-6810's presence at their compound whenever it manifests. No further action is necessary other than observation. In the event SCP-6810 threatens consensus reality outside of its normal behavior, its termination is authorized by the O5 Council. It will be carried out by MTF Omega-12 ("Achilles' Heels") to minimize collateral damage, and guarantee success. Description: SCP-6810 is a male humanoid standing at around 1.8 m in height. It appears to be in its early twenties, and possesses brown curly hair cut at a short length. It is speculated that it is capable of changing its physical appearance completely, but this has yet to be observed. SCP-6810 possesses reality-warping capabilities. The full extent of its influence on baseline reality is currently unknown. It is able to teleport across vast distances throughout the European continent. During each manifestation it has attended late night social gatherings. Its activities are generally mundane as it will typically consume alcoholic beverages, and dance alongside attendees. However, negative confrontations with civilians can provoke a hostile response from SCP-6810. SCP-6810 can manipulate the actions of other individuals by placing them in a state of psychosis. In some cases it resulted in a particular subject being dismembered by others under SCP-6810's influence, or provoke a subject into harming themselves. In two documented cases, SCP-6810 had transfigured victims by deforming their skeletal structure into the crude shape of a panther, and a dolphin. They sustained internal injuries that should have been lethal, but subjects remained conscious while reporting profound pain. SCP-6810 is also known to inflict long-term symptoms of schizophrenia that dissipate over time, but some subjects do not show any signs of recovery. Furthermore, SCP-6810 will occasionally engage in coitus with civilians. Contraceptives have been used during a majority of these encounters, but pregnancies have occurred when SCP-6810 or its partner neglects them. In 3 of the documented cases, Kant counters could detect minor fluctuations in Hume readings during prenatal development. To prevent additional entities capable of reality-warping or other potential phenomena, the offspring is neutralized via an abortion. Embryonic stem cells were also collected from these pregnancies for research purposes. SCP-6810 was brought to Foundation attention by SCP-44531 during an interview with Dr. Helen Bianchi on 23/4/2018. According to SCP-4453, SCP-6810 is the Greek god Dionysus2, which is corroborated further by SCP-6810 itself during Incident 6810 (see Addendum 04). As a result, caution is exercised due to various sources documenting its alleged capabilities during the 3rd Occult War (see Addendum 01). SCP-6810 is the subject of worship for GOI-6810 ("Cult of Dionysus"). Members comprise of humans alongside anomalous entities. The organization is believed to have originally been founded at around 1300 BCE in Mycenaean Greece. They manufacture both mundane and anomalous objects ranging from wine to illegal substances such as hallucinogenic drugs. SCP-6810 has been observed to manifest at their base of operations in Italy during ritualistic festivals. Additionally, civilians that had a sexual encounter with SCP-6810 are sometimes recruited by GOI-6810. Further information on GOI-6810 can be found within their dossier in the Groups of Interest database. Addendum 01: 3rd Occult War Relief of SCP-6810 on a pillar in Nagarjunakonda, Southern India. Dated to be from the 3rd century CE. The 3rd Occult War was a conflict primarily between ancient Greece, India, and the Daevite Empire. It was allegedly instigated by the Greek god known as Zeus. The most well-known account of the war can be found in the Dionysiaca, a 5th century CE epic poem written by Nonnus of Panopolis. However, it does not contain details found in other sources, which make its reliability questionable. The account of the Kurukshetra War from the Hindu epic Mahabharata, written between 400 BCE to 400 CE, is believed to have been inspired by the internal conflicts of India at the time between two local dynasties. A majority of information regarding the 3rd Occult War is derived from the archives of the Nine Unknown Men.3 It is reported that SCP-6810 was assigned to lead the conquest of India by Zeus with the promise of joining the Olympian Council. The conflict is estimated to have transpired sometime between 1100 to 700 BCE. Immediately following the war, SCP-6810 allegedly founded territory named Nysaea along with the city of Nysa, both named after the nymph who had nursed him. Nysa was located near the Indus River, which Alexander the Great reportedly spared out of respect during his Indian campaign between 327 to 325 BCE. The city was later known as Nagara or Dionysopolis. SCP-140 contains several passages regarding the Daevite Empire during the 3rd Occult War. The following is one of the excerpts pertaining to SCP-6810. The Daeva pushed onward to meet the armies of Dionysus and Durga4 across the North of India. General Daukaar sought to personally confront the Olympian, and receive the honor of slaying him in battle. By his side was an iron avatar of Moloch5, summoned by a scarlet cult in the region to partake in the war and slaughter to his delight. Fortunately, the general had offered tribute to Moloch by sacrificing the children of slaves through the fire. This pleased the Horned King, and he offered his aid to the Daeva. Together they encountered Dionysus with his army on the battlefield, and brought forth all their strength upon him. They quickly found that he was no mere lord of drunkards. He was a lord of death who fought with the fury and madness of a True Daeva. The clans of Mazandaran6 tore at him piece by piece yet he continued to fight. He showed no fear toward the scorching fires of Moloch as they engulfed him. While ensnared by the disciples of Ningishzida7 he turned their vines against them. At a rain of arrows he laughed. His golden blood flowed through the earth like a river, but he refused to fall as he continued to spill daevite blood. Their limbs were torn from their bodies as he entered a frenzied dance through the battlefield, intoxicated by the surrounding discord. The war slaves sent to battle went mad from the sight, and also tore each other apart with unnatural strength. Daukaar soon clashed with the Olympian, and the earth trembled violently. He raged against Dionysus until he withered him down to a torso. However, Daukaar was not unscathed from their battle. His left arm was nearly torn from him, and many bones in his chest were broken. Before Daukaar could plunge his sword into the heart of his foe, a bolt of lightning travelled from across the world and struck him where he stood. Zeus, the king of the Olympians, had intervened in what should have been fate. Dionysus seized the opportunity by willing an arm made of vines and reaching towards Daukaar as he struggled to stand. He quickly ensnared Daukaar while he raised himself off the ground. More vines grew to act as his arms and legs while his flesh slowly healed. Finally, the Olympian then plunged his hands into Daukaar's chest and pulled out his heart. All witnessed Dionysus as he stood victoriously over the body of Daukaar as he lied dead on the earth. Moloch, the Horned King Crowned in Shame, was pleased with the foe before him, and he charged at Dionysus with daevite legions following suit to the thunderous drums of war. Addendum 02: The following is a historical assessment of SCP-6810 by Dr. Judith Low, Senior Adviser at the Department of History. With everything in our possession, I was able to compile a profile on SCP-6810. It's safe to assume that he is indeed the mythological Dionysus of Greek fame. The speculation that the 3rd Occult War was orchestrated by a man claiming to be Dionysus can finally be put to rest. I am aware of SCP-2663, and the initial belief by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics that it was the inspiration for every wine god myth around the Mediterranean region. Despite the contradicting evidence, their assessment still holds some validity to an extent. SCP-2663 may not be Dionysus himself, but it likely influenced very early beliefs from the Mycenaean era of Greece. Although its indirect influence likely diminished by that time. SCP-2663 reported that its existence began around the invention of agriculture, which started around 5500 BCE in the region. In addition, it remained stationary in the Caucasus Mountains with limited contact. I recently asked it if it had encountered any entities of the Greek pantheon since it claimed to have witnessed the rise of numerous deities. Interestingly, it seems to recall an individual matching a similar description to the god Silenus8, but that is a matter for another time. Based on the accounts from the Daeva, I strongly believe that the 3rd Occult War spawned the myth of Zagreus9, and the Orphic perspective of Dionysus. The 4 m tall remains we recovered of elite daevite warriors could've been conflated with Greek titans over time. In addition, they regularly dismembered him during their battles as described within SCP-140. These details most likely formed the mythological basis for the death of Zagreus, and his subsequent resurrection as Dionysus. Also, the alleged atrocities committed by SCP-6810 during the war would generate a chthonic image that became misinterpreted. The earliest mention of Zagreus could only be found back to around 600 BCE in the lost epic poem Alcmeonis. Meanwhile, worship of SCP-6810 dates back further to Mycenaean Greece on Linear B tablets. It's likely that the name Zagreus later emerged as an epithet given its etymology, which translates to "Great Hunter." It was common back then to refer to Dionysus with an epithet as a surname. Overall, it is not possible for Dionysus to be a reincarnation of Zagreus, but they are one and the same. In conclusion, we have plenty of data to separate myth from the facts on SCP-6810. At the moment, I am awaiting field agents to recover further artifacts from the 3rd Occult War. The archives of the Nine Unknown Men helped tremendously in researching India's side of the conflict. I am aware that Dr. Bianchi is attempting to acquire additional information from SCP-4453, but I am hesitant to consider her as a reliable source about the war. According to the myths, she attempted murder numerous times towards her fellow Olympians, and Dionysus was no exception to her scorn. Even the Dionysiaca by Nonnus depicted her as a hindrance in the conquest. We shouldn't expect an honest testimony, especially since she has no incentive to provide one while living luxuriously in containment. Regardless, we still have a good grasp on the 3rd Occult War, and the role SCP-6810 played in it. Dr. Judith Low Department of History Addendum 03: Transcript of Interview Log 4453-23/4/2018 with SCP-4453. Interviewed: SCP-4453 Interviewer: Dr. Helen Bianchi Foreword: The following is an excerpt regarding SCP-6810 from SCP-4453's weekly interview on 23/4/2018. For context, SCP-4453 was providing Dr. Bianchi the location of entities similar to itself. The full transcript of the interview is available within its dossier. <Begin Log> SCP-4453: Then there is Dionysus. You can find him at ███████████ in Amsterdam. If he is not there then he is with his followers or some other festivity. Bianchi: The god of wine? SCP-4453: No. Silenus is the true god of wine. He was the one that taught Dionysus everything he knows. People only started to call him that after he got tired of beer, and introduced wine to his followers as the superior drink. Admittedly, I can't disagree with him on that matter. Wine has always been my preference because of the flavor. Not to mention Silenus was an artist when it came to wine making. Good thing Dionysus learned from the best. Bianchi: Did you get along with Dionysus? You two seem to have a common interest. SCP-4453: No, we… We didn't. He reminded me too much of my husband. Bianchi: Can you elaborate, Hera? Only if you are comfortable of course. We can move on to the rest of your husband's children. SCP-4453: It's fine. Like my husband, Dionysus is a god of power, but the power that comes with personal liberation. The kind that I guess you can say is intoxicating. He embodies the joy people with a sense of personal power possess. Bianchi: So he represents self-empowerment? SCP-4453: Yes, along with the madness that comes with it. Also, he is married to Ariadne. She was once a mortal princess he asked his father to allow into Olympus. Looking back now I see myself in her. She has always been faithful to Dionysus, but he… He is just like his father. My husband. Bianchi: I see. If you don't wish to continue discussing him then we can move on. SCP-4453: Thank you, Helen. I rather we stopped talking about him anyway. There is nothing to really discuss. Nothing good at least. Bianchi: Sure, Hera. However, before we continue, where can we meet his followers that you mentioned earlier? <End Log> Afterword: As of writing, SCP-4453 has refrained from discussing SCP-6810 in-depth with personnel. However, it briefly alluded to SCP-6810 in Interview Log 4453-9/5/2018 by an epithet while implying that SCP-6810 is Zagreus. Addendum 04: Incident 6810 On 28/4/2018, Mobile Task Force Eta-3 ("Rattenfangers") attempted to contain SCP-6810 after SCP-4453 reported its whereabouts. At the time, it was frequenting the establishment known as ███████████ in Amsterdam, Netherlands. Eta-3 had planned to capture SCP-6810 by implanting an operative as a bartender, and providing SCP-6810 with beverages laced with sedatives. Then, additional operatives hidden among attendees were to secure it, and transport it to the nearest site for proper containment. Furthermore, three Scranton Reality Anchors were strategically placed around the club as a contingency. However, the operation resulted in failure with ██ casualties. Below is the transcript of the events that had transpired. <Begin Log> SCP-6810 is observed to be on the dance floor until it begins to make its way to the bar. It appears to be intoxicated as it stumbles its way through the crowd. All security cameras are focused on the subject. The song Pjanoo by Eric Prydz is playing at a loud volume. Operatives present communicated by subtle hand gestures. Command: (Via earpiece to agent Jean Martin) SCP-6810 is approaching the bar. SCP-6810 leans on the counter while combing its hair back with its hand. SCP-6810: (Shouts over the music) Margarita, please! Agent Martin nods his head in the affirmative, and proceeds to prepare the beverage. Meanwhile, SCP-6810 turns to observe the dance floor. A sedative is administered into the margarita before it is served. Agent Martin: Here you go! SCP-6810: Thank you! SCP-6810 takes the beverage from the counter. Operatives are awaiting to extract the subject. However, SCP-6810 does not immediately drink the margarita. It distances itself from the counter, and continues to observe the dance floor. Personnel note that its movement no longer appear intoxicated. It then raises the glass into the air, and speaks directly to all personnel who reported that they could hear it over the music. The operatives stationed outside were also able to hear SCP-6810's voice. SCP-6810: I spiked my few share of drinks too, you know. Not like it would have worked on me, but it was a nice try. Command authorizes the activation of the Scranton Reality Anchors present in the building. They immediately blow out before they could be used. SCP-6810: Too slow, scholars. At this time, all individuals within the establishment became still before entering a state of psychosis. They indiscriminately grab the limbs of fellow attendees, and begin dismembering each other. Camera feeds become distorted with static. Operatives outside are ordered to stand down. SCP-6810: Did the world already forget my glory? I am Dionysus, slayer of Daeva and Indians. I brought Moloch the Terrible to shame. Kings feared me as the rivers flowed with wine. Do I need to lead another conquest to remind the world of my power? Static ceases. SCP-6810 remains silent as surrounding subjects continue dismembering each other. The music is still playing as SCP-6810 observes the contents of its beverage. SCP-6810: (Sighs) The only way you found me is if that senile bitch told you where to look. She has done this before. Let me be clear that I don't like being sober. Pleasure is what I seek in this mortal world, and I won't allow her to spoil my fun. Look around. I rather be the life of the party instead. Some of the attendees can be observed devouring the dismembered corpses. SCP-6810: I don't mind if you keep watch. It might makes things a bit more fun for me. Don't knock it until you try it, right? Also, the bitch most likely told you about my followers. Do not mess with them at their place. They know how to party when nothing else is going on. If you do anything to ruin my fun, especially on behalf of the hag, there will be dire consequences. Consult Pentheus if you want a preview.10 Do I make myself clear? Good. SCP-6810 ingests the margarita, and teleports it back to the bar counter. SCP-6810: Out of curiosity, did the bitch tell you guys that bullshit story about how I was born? Don't trust that deceitful murderer. Melinoë11 is Persephone's child, not me. If you are brave enough remind that bitch of the name Semele. Watch that so-called goddess of family squirm at accountability. It's hilariously pathetic. Anyway, see you all later. This place is a buzz kill now. SCP-6810 disappears instantaneously off of the premises. All individuals who were under its influence regain their awareness and begin screaming. Operatives waiting outside receive permission to enter the club. <End Log> Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") was deployed to administer amnestics and suppress knowledge of Incident 6810 from the public. The current special containment procedures were drafted to minimize civilian casualties. As of writing, personnel are attempting to conceive a proper means of containment. Footnotes 1. An entity claiming to be the Greek goddess Hera. 2. Also known as Bacchus along with various epithets. 3. A Foundation precursor founded by the Mauryan emperor Ashoka the Great c. 268 BCE to contain and catalog anomalies within the Indian subcontinent. It was led by nine anonymous individuals at all times, and each commanded their own specialized set of personnel. The organization was active until it merged with the Foundation in 1948, officially forming the Indian branch and Mobile Task Force Alpha-7 ("Ashoka's Faithful"). For further information submit a request to the Records and Information Security Administration. 4. Referring to the Hindu goddess of war. 5. Referring to the Canannite deity. 6. A region also known as Devil's Land. It is mentioned in the epic Shahnameh, and other Persian texts. 7. Referring to the Mesopotamian god associated with vegetation, war, and the underworld. 8. According to Greek mythology, Silenus was a companion and tutor of Dionysus. He is sometimes referred to as Papposilenus, and the god of wine making. 9. Zagreus was purportedly the son of Zeus and Persephone affiliated with the underworld in Greek mythology. He was later resurrected as Dionysus following his death by the titans. 10. SCP-6810 was most likely referring to King Pentheus of Thebes. According to Greek mythology, Pentheus was dismembered by the maenads, which included his mother and aunt among them under the influence of Dionysus. The Athenian playwright Euripides details the legend in his tragedy The Bacchae. 11. A chthonic nymph/goddess in Greek mythology. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6810" by Baronjoe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6810. Licensed under CC-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: Nagarjunakonda Dionysus Palace site.jpg Author: A.h.longhurst License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nagarjunakonda_Dionysus_Palace_site.jpg