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by J Dune SCP-6811 - A Fly On The Wall swat Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6811 Level1 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-6811, lab sample. Special Containment Procedures: Containment is deemed unnecessary as SCP-6811 is neutralized. Description: SCP-6811 is the preliminary designation referring an expired horse-fly (Tabanus sulcifrons) with potential anomalous significance due to its appearance inside Foundation Secure Facility Site-01 and repeated attempts at harassment of the Overseer Council during meetings. SCP-6811 was otherwise indistinguishable from ordinary flies. The anomaly's carcass is presently under scrutiny, and this file will be updated or deleted upon discovery of further anomalous properties or lack thereof. Addendum.6811.1: History SCP-6811 was originally believed to be non-anomalous, but was notable for its frequent appearances during Overseer Council meetings at Site-01 over a period of a week, from 2022/6/14 to 2022/6/20. A log of such has been included below. Several members of the Overseer Council are seated around a large table inside a meeting room. O5-5 reads from a sheet of paper. SCP-6811 can be heard buzzing in the background. O5-5: The shipping crisis puts us at a disadvantage for sure. If we can’t import nine hundred tons of horse meat through the regular channels we just might be forced to start procuring it ourselves. Of course, normalizing equine consumption among the masses is also on the table. That podcast's a good asset for this sort of thing, isn't it? The age 20 to 35, disenfranchised, single, western male demographic loves a good 'man' trend. O5-2: A zeitgeist shift of that level may require the Administrator's oversight. SCP-6811 lands on O5-2's nose. She silently swats it away. O5-7: The Administrator's on business leave. O5-5: Oh, are the Sisters of the Mother Apollyon hosting their annual black magic orgy already? I swear, it feels like the last one was just yesterday. The council is silent. Several members look at O5-5 in disgust. O5-5: What? We all know where he is. O5-2: Regardless, Five, we might have to put this– SCP-6811 lands near O5-5’s ear. He immediately slaps himself. O5-5: For fuck's sake, can we do something about this? It's every single meeting with this little bastard. I don't think I've ever seen a fly in here before. O5-9: Flew up my nose earlier. O5-2: There's, uh, air cycling in the site. It kills insects. O5-5: Shouldn't the air have cycled by now? I'm calling maintenance. SCP-6811 flies near O5-3. She attempts to kill it by swatting at it with a folder. O5-5 presses his intercom button. O5-5: Hey, can you send someone up to board room three? There’s an anomalously annoying fly in here. O5-5 laughs to himself and looks to the council for approval. He promptly stops. Site-01 Maintenance Personnel: An anomaly? Should we enter lockdown sir? I'll prepare documentation. We haven’t detected any— O5-5: O-Oh. No. No, I’m— I was just joking, it’s just a fly, we think. I don’t know if you have bug spray or something but can you send someone? O5-3: Not what bug spray does. O5-5 flashes O5-3 a confused look. SCP-6811 lands atop O5-5’s hand. He jerks forward, slamming his fist against the table. He then furiously pushes the intercom button and several stacks of paper to the floor. Site-01 Maintenance Personnel: Sir, is everything alright? O5-5: Yes, yes, I'm fine! Just— just go recycle the air or send an errand-boy up here. With the bug spray. O5-3: Again— O5-13: Gentlemen, can we please get back on topic? While maintenance staff attempted to kill SCP-6811, the council moved to a second room to resume the meeting. After five minutes, SCP-6811 entered via an air-vent and continued its pattern of landing near council members and buzzing excessively. This continued for several days. Another meeting is being conducted, this time held in a different board room than in the previous log. Only four members of the council are present in-person. The rest attend virtually. SCP-6811 continues to buzz. O5-5: Are you all enjoying your fly-less lives right now? O5-10: Yes, actually. I don't know why you're all still showing up if this is affecting you so much. Going virtual is much more convenient. O5-5: I don't see what's wrong with wanting to see my work through until the bitter end. O5-11: We haven't gotten anything done in days because of your poppycock, Five! This is preposterous. O5-5: I put together an order to clear the building out and have it fumigated. Then we'll be able to get back to our ordinary lives and— and pick up the pieces and move forward. I know how hard this is, I… I don’t even want to get up in the morning. I'd go so far as to say this is a security breach. And I'm sick of it. I hate living like this! I have everything in the goddamn world but peace of mind! Fuck. You! SCP-6811 lands on O5-5’s nose. He attempts to swat at it with cupped hands, but fails. He slams his head against the table in anger. O5-12: Five, you're acting very silly right now, and as a member of the Overseer Council, you should know that silliness is strictly forbidden. They don't like it when we act silly, and you wouldn't want to upset your masters, wouldn't you? O5-5 furrows his brow and crosses his arms. SCP-6811 lands near O5-5’s intercom. He suddenly brandishes a small firearm and takes aim. Several council members scream. O5-7 activates his personal shield. O5-2 prepares to sound an alarm. O5-7: Five, stop! You don't have to do this! O5-3: Stand down immediately, what is wrong with you? O5-5: Oh, for— would you calm down? It's a salt gun. Salt. Gun. They kill flies! I wouldn't— You think I'd pull a real gun in the middle of a meeting? O5-7: It looks exactly like an actual gun. O5-5: It's Foundation-issue. SCP-6811 continues to buzz and flies across the room, landing on O5-7's head. O5-5 takes aim. O5-5: Stay. O5-7: Don't point that at me, you decrepit fuck! O5-5: It's not even a real— O5-7: I don't care! Now, if you'll stop with this unbecoming behavior, we have a budget to discuss. SCP-6811 flies away from O5-7. The meeting continues without issue. O5-5 is noticeably silent and keeps his head down. On 2022/6/18, the Overseer Council met remotely, sans O5-5, who wished to attend in-person. O5-5 stands at the head of the table. He has lathered himself in honey and holds two salt guns. On his waist is a belt containing multiple fly swatters, jars of salt, and what appears to be an authentic firearm. His appearance is haggard, with dark circles under his eyes. He occasionally twitches. The meeting room is outfitted with multiple fly traps. SCP-6811 buzzes overhead. O5-5: I-I've cycled the air in this room seventy five times. It's not enough to kill it. It's anomalous. A spy probe o-or something, is my theory. It's genius. O5-3: Despite your idiocy, this fly's tenacity certainly is unsettling. I recommend we convene in private to determine a more drastic measure of dealing with— SCP-6811 lands on a screen displaying O5-6. O5-5 screams and fires both salt guns in rapid succession. O5-8: Oh, did he get it? SCP-6811 flies away. O5-5 throws a jar of salt in the vague direction of the entity. It shatters upon impact. SCP-6811 continues buzzing. Extraneous footage of O5-5 chasing SCP-6811 through Site-01 has been cut. On 2022/6/25, 12 members of the Council attended a meeting physically. O5-5 was unable to attend, being forcibly placed on medical leave after a vote of no confidence in his abilities to continue as a member of the Overseer Council. The council stands around a table. SCP-6811 buzzes and lands on the bodies of several council members, but they do not respond. O5-12 reads a list of inquiries. O5-12: And at Area-179, we have an expansion request for the Integration Program, a full 400 page document on its progress, and several hours of edited overview footage. SCP-6811 lands at the center of the table. O5-8: (Shouting) Now! All Overseers suddenly brandish salt guns from their suit-coats and fire at SCP-6811. A turret drops from the ceiling and fires several shots of salt. The room’s sprinklers activate, spraying salt in all directions. A squad of operatives sourced from MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") charges into the room, each member outfitted with salt guns. After several seconds of continuous firing, SCP-6811 lays immobile. Several councilmen laugh and cheer. O5-6: My god, finally! O5-3: I’m taking it to the lab. O5-12: Good call. Has the Administrator been informed of this little incident? O5-3: Business leave. Still can't reach him. You know how he is. But really, a fly on the wall at Site-01? Very inconspicuous. I’d rather be safe than spied on via insectomancy. O5-12: It was unusually persistent. Did I tell you it followed me into my room the other night? O5-4: You too? O5-3: You know, if it were a probe, I’d imagine it’d act more… clandestine. This thing felt like it was trying to get our attention at times. Like it wanted to be seen. Its movements were practiced, its persistence unmatched, and it was bolder than any fly I've ever met. In a twisted way, I respected that little shit. I'll miss it, just for that. Silence. O5-4: …it’s probably just a fly. Addendum.6811.2: UPDATE SCP-6811’s hypothetical use by a Group of Interest as a probe could not be disproved. This remains unlikely given that no information leaks related to discussions in which SCP-6811 was present have been detected. Following analysis, anomalous properties related to SCP-6811 have been discovered. SCP-6811 possesses a human genetic sequence identical to that of the individual currently holding the position of Foundation Administrator. Concurrent with this discovery, a Site-01 janitor cleaning one of the disused board rooms discovered a discernible message, written in fly excrement, crumbs of food, and dust, on a shelf. It has been transcribed below: HELP BAD RITUAL NOT FLY ADMISTRATOR BOD Y SWAP [sic] Investigation into the veracity of this claim remains pending. Preparations for an impromptu election have been undertaken, as the Overseer Council has found itself unable to contact the Administrator for several days. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6811" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6811. Licensed under CC-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-6812

keter

andromedaz The Starlight's Children and Civilizations 🌌, by andromedaz For more of my works, vist Andromedaz's Universe of Dreams! Thank you Critters! Hide block Giving special thank yous' to, Limeyy and OriTiefling for initial concept development, and REDESERT, caspian2, DrDapper, Tiamat Elsen, and RoninTortoise for helping me on this journey. 4/6812 LEVEL 4/6812 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6812 Keter Map of the Virgo Supercluster. Regions marked in red is where SCP-6812 is known to be present. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6812 primarily relies on the Foundation's negotiations with SCP-6812. These negotiations primarily involve an agreement to improve living conditions on Earth. The Foundation is to provide support for organizations, initiatives, and entities that seek to promote or establish environmental protection, cleanup human damage caused to the environment, and humanitarian aid. Additionally, the Foundation's extraterrestrial branch is to ensure that peaceful relations with SCP-6812 are maintained. Description: SCP-6812 is an extraterrestrial civilization present within portions of the Virgo Supercluster. SCP-6812 has been classified as a Category 6 extraterrestrial presence,1 and primarily focuses on exploration of the universe, expanding its civilization, and the protection of life and civilizations. Currently, an unknown amount of extraterrestrial civilizations and societies are known to have relations with SCP-6812 as a result of this.2 SCP-6812 possesses technology significantly more advanced than anything produced by humans. This includes the ability to exceed light speed, allowing for rapid travel across intergalactic distances. Members of SCP-6812 are designated SCP-6812-1. SCP-6812-1 instances possess a physique resembling that of homo sapiens. The skin of SCP-6812-1 is turquoise in color and has bioluminescence that causes the skin to glow neon green. SCP-6812-1 do not possess body hair and instead have tentacle-like appendages on their heads, with female instances generally possessing longer appendages than males. Instances have a high pain tolerance and are difficult to harm or terminate. The Foundation has made negotiations with SCP-6812. SCP-6812 has agreed to not intervene with humanity on the condition that the Foundation works to improve the quality of life on Earth. Rejecting this course of action could potentially lead to an SK-ε-class invasion scenario.3 Addendum-1: Discovery The first contact made with SCP-6812 occurred on December 12, 2014 near Leksand, Sweden, following civilian reports of 'figures using unidentifiable technology.' MTF-Psi-3 ("Dream Recon") were dispatched to the area to investigate. Psi-3 encountered three instances of SCP-6812-1, whom unexpectedly surrendered to the MTF. The three instances along with equipment utilized by the instances were taken to Site-79 for study. Acquired equipment included: Three firearms resembling submachine guns, determined to use plasma-based ammunition. Each instance wore a suit made of materials similar to neoprene and kevlar. Analysis of these suits indicated that they were highly resistant to damage and enhanced the physical strength of the SCP-6812-1 instances. Communication devices allowing instantaneous communication over light-year distances. A device containing data logs, designated SCP-6812-M. See Addendum-2 for obtained data logs. Analysis of this equipment led to the discovery of SCP-6812. Addendum-2: Contents of SCP-6812-M Testing of SCP-6812-M allowed researchers to extract the data logs in the device. It was determined that 6812-M had a universal translation system, with the ability to transcribe its contents into any writable language. The results from this have been transcribed below. + ACCESS FILES -Close For eons we have overseen countless civilizations and societies in our galactic cluster. We have taught them how to create technology, allowing them to depart their worlds to explore and expand. The more critical objective however is to ensure civilizations do not self-destruct. The universe is teeming with life, but prior to our reign, it appeared as if most civilizations destroyed themselves before they gained the opportunity to explore the universe, usually through conflict or environmental damage. However, due to our entropic nature, we appointed the Starlight's Children to more effectively fulfill these objectives. Compared to other civilizations, they are more sophisticated in their future ambitions and are a cooperative society. They cherished all life on their origin planet and rarely built infrastructure or created technological innovations that would harm the environment there. They are our secondaries and maintain the most significant presence in our galaxy cluster. Monoal, overseer. Information provided from 6812-M indicated that this file was not created by SCP-6812. The next files obtained were created by SCP-6812 however. As the Starlight's Children, our twelve overseers are our guides into the universe. We have adapted their ethos of exploring, expanding, and making contact with life during our expansion. The overseers differ from us, in that they do not exist in physical bodies but rather as a consciousness able to traverse the universe however they desire. One of our overseers, Iellumina, has grown dissatisfied with our progress of exploring the universe and decidedly departed our galactic group to go exploring. They did this despite strong discouragement from the other overseers, and our dissatisfaction for assuming our purpose. We are the ones to make discoveries, not our overseers. Iellumina also left with little announcement or preparation. We only found out when Monoal telepathically told some of us that Iellumina had left. Vi, Starlight's Children archivist As time continued to pass, Iellumina never returned. By order of the overseers, we organized a fleet of eight trans-universal vessels to travel to the galaxies Iellumina supposedly departed to. We spent time searching for their telepathic signs but never found them. We did make other discoveries though, upon approaching a planet bearing activity of civilization. When we came to the surface, we did discover a civilization, but it was different from those we know. Its countless members, whom resembled mechanical beings, seemed to be governed by instinct and order. They became hostile upon noticing us and attempted to engage in combat, so we departed the planet. We obtained samples of some of the beings we terminated and ran investigations on them, which revealed both biological and technological compositions. After encountering more worlds with identical presences, we began to speculate something sinister. During one of our approaches to a planetary system, we encountered a large construct that bore cosmetic similarities to the beings we had discovered and had interstellar traveling capabilities. Our vessels followed the construct to a planet that appeared to be inhabited by complex life, and not by those beings. The construct descended onto the planet and released a wave of violet-tinted matter, which consumed the planet's continents. We decided to observe closer and deployed a drone to the surface. It observed a violet-tinted substance coating the surface, which began to reconstruct the remains of the civilization into the beings we had encountered. Analysis performed by the drone made us understand what was occurring. The violet tint consisted of nanomachines operating on cellular levels, able to overrun civilizations quickly. They disassemble the civilization to establish a presence on the planet and make new constructs to travel into the cosmos and repeat the process. The efficiency at which this is done is astonishing and concerning. Our investigation must continue. Uino, Starlight's Children archivist Our focus of this journey has shifted chiefly towards investigating the enemy, which we have come to refer to the nanomachines as. As for Iellumina, we have made an unsettling discovery. During an entry into a new galaxy, we discovered an interstellar civilization that had not been overtaken. We successfully contacted them and questioned them if they knew anything about the enemy. Indeed, they had lost several colonies to the enemy but had managed to neutralize them via sheer force. They had discovered more about the enemy during their war with it. To quote them; "It seemed as if the force which destroyed our colonies is an attempt to unify civilizations and societies. Instead of attempting to peacefully bring them together however, it seems to unify them under one single objective, and that is to serve an empire. We listened to the songs of our friends who succumbed to the forces. They no longer recognized us, and all they can sing is; Hail Iellumina! The order on the horizon. The master. The governor." "They were not suffering in their new forms. They did not know better than to serve their ethos of spreading in the universe. What this means, we wish to know." Iellumina is responsible for this. This requires immediate attention from the overseers, so one of our vessels returned home to report. Considering that one civilization survived the onslaught of the enemy, we must see if there are others we can spare or contact. Uino, Starlight's Children archivist The final file, transcribed bellow, included information of its age. It appeared to have been created 157 hours prior to its extraction from SCP-6812-M. After exploring the galaxy of the civilization, we noticed no planets occupied by the enemy, and we discovered why. Upon approaching a planetary system, it seemed as if someone was attempting to communicate with us, as indicated by our communication systems. The message seemed to agree with our universal translation systems and read; "I knew you would come—that corrupt being leaked more to me than what it probably intended. I saw everything it knew and had known. Wherever it goes, its weapon follows, whose victims only function if the being exists. It converted one in this galaxy into its possession, and the one here was next. I fooled it into thinking that you arrived here earlier than you have. It knows that you are the only ones capable of confronting and defeating it, even if you reading this do not know. The rest of your civilization can however." "You must expand your presence into these islands in the void. Your kind has the solutions to this threat. Go introduce yourselves to the life in this system now and in all others." Iellumina has left this galaxy because this entity fooled it into thinking we were already here. There is no doubt that our overseers and we can bring Iellumina to justice. We must start settling into the space occupied by Iellumina, and begin destroying their force. It is more important now than ever to focus on our ethos of exploring, expanding, and protecting life. Uino, Starlight's Children archivist Addendum-3: Interview with 6812-02i On December 18, 2014, a captured female instance of SCP-6812-1, designated 6812-02i, attempted to verbally communicate during a survey of its containment cell. Following this, an interview was ordered with the instance. + ACCESS INTERVIEW -Close Interviewee: 6812-02i Interviewer: Dr. Jocelyn Avery Location: Site-79 Foreword: Due to good behavior and cooperation with Foundation staff, a face-to-face interview was conducted in 6812-02i's containment cell. <Begin log> Dr. Avery: Hello, 6812-02i. For the record, do you have any other name? 6812-02i: My moniker is Vi. Took my software some time to understand your language. Dr. Avery: How can you understand us? 6812-02: Advancements. 6812-02i raises its left hand and touches its left eye. The eye proceeds to glow a neon green for three seconds before ceasing. 6812-02: That lets me perceive foreigner's methods of communication. Likely something the SCP Foundation would be curious about. Dr. Avery: How do you know about the Foundation? 6812-02i: We, the Starlight's Children, know most things. Dr. Avery: If you know most things, could you provide some elaboration to this? And yourselves. Dr. Avery lays papers with the transcripts acquired from SCP-6812-M on the table in front of 6812-02i. 6812-02i proceeds to examine the papers. 6812-02i: I figured you'd have questions. Dr. Avery: Are those events true? Is that why you're here? 6812-02i: It makes sense for someone like you to feel doubtful. Something I can assure you however is that we're not your destroyers, if that's your concern. Considering our presence in this universe, we would have already done so if we were like that. Dr. Avery: That's what I was thinking. At least you have a similar understanding of logic to us, so that makes things easier. But that is not what we want…this 'enemy' as you call it, should we be worried about that? 6812-02i: Ah, that. There is something the archivist didn't add to the last file. Perhaps because he rushed it, I don't know. But that message we received came from someone you likely know of. Dr. Avery: Who? 6812-02l: Her name was Sauelsuesor. She found out about us when Iellumina interacted with her. Probably saw us in Iellumina's past, and knew we would hunt them due to their absence from us. Dr. Avery: We know that entity as SCP-179. So you're telling me that—I don't think I can pronounce that…was here, but 179 convinced it to leave? 6812-02i: She protected you, and likely others in this galaxy from the enemy. As for you now, we can worry about your alternative destruction, which is yourself. Iellumina will probably return eventually, but we should not worry about that now. Dr. Avery: Are you referring to what the first file said? About civilization's destroying themselves? 6812-02i: Indeed. And from…actually, how long has your kind existed? I know your measurement of time for this is calculated by your planet's orbits. Dr. Avery: That depends. Modern humans have existed for well over 100,000 years, but our eldest civilizations started a few ten-thousand years back. 6812-02i: Then you're new to us. And it's at these stages where the problems with surviving in this universe will become prominent. We saw it ourselves prior to our arrival here, and like several others, there is conflict and environmental destabilizing waiting to escalate into something worse. We, the Starlight's Children cannot allow that. You continue your ways, you might not have much longer left. An eight second pause occurs. Dr. Avery: We're aware of our problems. The unfortunate truth is…we want to solve our crisis, but we are not as cooperative as your civilization seems. 6812-02i: I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. Most civilizations we run into have fallen into the same situation as you have. It's nothing new, but it is a serious matter. We believe all civilizations should be able to explore the stars. 6812-02i looks around its containment cell. 6812-02i: And how about this, the Foundation? The organization built to protect. It's an understandable approach, but it's not well-utilized. It seems as if you've set science as your limit. You've observed the universe around you, found some fundamentals, and now everything has to fit with that perception. Whatever falls outside is seen as disruption. You've constricted yourselves to your own understanding! But, if you continue to advance, you can make science your tool instead of your limit. Dr. Avery: The Founda-we exist to…secure, contain, protect. We seek through breakthroughs as well, but…look, this isn't relevant. What we want now, is…we know your civilization exists, and we want to know what you want from us? A five-second pause occurs. 6812-02i: Hmm…you do seem humble. The truth is, you don't have to expose your kind to us if you feel uncomfortable doing so. But you have to be fair with us. Dr. Avery: What do you mean? 6812-02i: If you start improving the quality of life on this planet, you will effectively fulfill our role. If we can meet that negotiation, my civilization won't have to send fleets here. Dr. Avery: I cannot make that call…I think I'll cut it here. Relay this information to the higher ups. We'll talk another time. 6812-02i: You won't be annihilated with either choice, but accepting the agreement will keep us off this planet. Goodbye…uh… Dr. Avery: It's Doctor Avery. Goodbye. <End log> Closing statement: The day after this interview, SCP-179 temporarily established communication, singing 'fulfill the children' before going silent. Addendum-4: Approval of containment Following further discussions with the captured SCP-6812-1 instances, along with research into SCP-6812, a final containment proposal was devised. Along with the Foundation's agreement to improve the quality of life on Earth, the Foundation's extraterrestrial branch would remain in contact with SCP-6812, to maintain peaceful relations. The following is a record of O5 Council vote #3007. + ACCESS O5 VOTE -Close Council Vote #3007: Vote for approval of containment proposal for SCP-6812. YAY NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-3 O5-5 O5-2 O5-10 O5-7 O5-4 O5-11 O5-6 O5-8 O5-9 O5-12 O5-13 07/01/2015 STATEMENT FROM O5-1 It makes sense that this vote was passed. Considering the scale of SCP-6812, their actions with us would likely cause extreme alterations to humanity, even if they bear good intentions. As such, we will be approving the proposal for the containment of SCP-6812. If the civilization agrees to not interfere with humanity so long as the Foundation agrees to help improve living conditions on Earth, we ought to take that course of action. The Foundation's ideology has always been to protect those who cannot protect themselves. In this case, we cannot control the actions of SCP-6812; we can only make agreements. As for SCP-6812 itself, we are intrigued to learn more about them. Assets in our extraterrestrial branch will continue to maintain contact with them. Addendum-5: File update: 17/05/2018 The following is a transcribed document recovered from a Foundation raid on a Serpent's Hand operation in April, 2018. This document is believed to have originated from the Wanderer's Library, with content pertaining to SCP-6812. + ACCESS FILE -Close The universe is home to countless civilizations dreaming of expanding beyond the stars. However, few accomplish this goal and are hindered by their cooperation or resource fatigues. Then twelve entities began to exist in the stars and gifted the Starlight's Children the ability to make contact with other societies. The ideology of the entities is to oversee and guide life as it advances. To these beings, greed for power is a sin, and that was something one of the entities by the moniker Iellumina grew to despise. Instead, they wanted to use their ability to govern. Iellumina departed the intergalactic peace that the entities and Starlight's Children had established and went to create the perfect weapon to unify all life, which is still active and is undoubtedly still overtaking civilizations. Deeming it ideal to start their project away from their original place, they wanted to build a force to surpass the armies of the Starlight's Children and the other entities. Then Iellumina would continue to make life look up with worship in its new form. Iellumina puts all civilizations at risk, most of whom are incapable of defending themselves. It is the duty of the Starlight's Children to expand their presence and to protect all surviving life, because at some point, all these civilizations must rise up themselves, and declare war on Iellumina. Eliminate the threat of unifying someone who sees themselves as a deity. They must fight together, for each other. Footnotes 1. Extraterrestrial life expanding or capable of expanding indefinitely in the universe. 2. Due to a lack of direct contact with these civilizations, none have been classified. 3. An SK-Epsilon class scenario is when an extraterrestrial species invades or intercepts humanity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6812" by andromedaz , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6812. Licensed under CC-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: virgosupercluster.png Name: 6_Virgo_Supercluster_(blank).png Author: Andrew Z. Colvin/edited by andromedaz License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6813

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Last picture taken of SCP-6813. circa 1944 Item #: SCP-6813 Threat Level: Orange ● Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6813 is currently uncontained. Several field agents are to be placed around Germany and Russia and be on the lookout for any report of tank sightings. Any witnesses are to be apprehended and administered Class-A amnestics and then released. Description: SCP-6813 is a spectral entity taking the appearance of a German Panzer VI Tiger. SCP-6813 sports several burn marks on various places of the chassis as well as the turret along with several holes located in various places, most likely obtained during fighting. SCP-6813 is capable of materializing in various places and despite having no visible crew, SCP-6813 is fully operational for a tank of its model. It was discovered that SCP-6813 is unable to manifest itself in the direct line of sight of human beings. German records found after World War 2 indicate that SCP-6813 was built during 1943 and pressed into service in 1944 as the Panzerbefehlswagen Tiger (P) 003. Surviving records list the commander as Hauptmann Grillenberg. Addendum 6813-1: The following is the recording of an interview made in 1948, Colonel Pavel working as a Foundation agent for the Russian branch interviewed Corporal Vladimir Brisvyak who came in contact with SCP-6813 several times between 1944 and 1945. Interview Log Access authorized. [Start Log] Colonel Pavel: Comrade Brisvyak, thank you for taking some time to answer some of my questions regarding the encounter you mentioned in your last report. For the record, do you mind repeating your report ? Corporal Brisvyak: Of course, Colonel. In 1944, we ambushed a tank, one of those 'famous' tigers. We found it all on its own and we figured it was cut off from the rest of its troop, since our tanks were taking over pretty fast at that point. Anyway, we engaged it - eventually, the tank caught on fire all on its own after trying to retreat. Some of its crew bailed out but they were taken down by machine gun fire… A friend of mine was in charge of our armored platoon that day [pauses] Dimitri Markov, he ordered everyone to keep firing on it, not taking any chances. When we were done it could barely be recognised as a tank, I hopped out of my T-34 to check for survivors, you can never be too sure you know. [Clears throat] The fire had been put out, most likely by the crew as a last effort to save themselves. When I opened the hatch, I almost puked on the spot, the interior was filled with bits of flesh, what struck me the most was two bodies in particular sitting in the back of the turret, they were heavily mangled but still recognisably human, locked in each others arms… One of the bodies was still alive and looked directly at me… [pauses] ..I-I am sorry Colonel, I just need a minute… Colonel Pavel: Go ahead, don't worry. Corporal Brisvyak: Out of shock I fell backward off of the tank, I was lucky as the tank bursted into flame once again a few seconds later. The following day, me and a bunch of tankers went back to the tank’s location to gather extra metal pieces we could weld onto the front of a T-34. When we got there the tank and the bodies disappeared, leaving only a large portion of the surrounding area burnt… Colonel Pavel: And it is after this day that you reported stories of a…noises of paper shuffling "ghost german tank"? Corporal Brisvyak: Yes Colonel, I encountered it again in 1945, shortly after battling my way through Seelow Heights to enter the outskirts of Berlin. It was at the outskirts of a forest, looking in my direction before reversing out of view into the forest. Although it was at a distance, I couldn’t help but notice its appearance, it looked charred, and smoking as if still burning since that time! I became paranoid for several days as I kept seeing it in the distance several times everyday. Colonel Pavel: Did you encounter the tank again after you reached Berlin? Corporal Brisvyak: Yes I did. We were advancing with around fifteen men and two tanks down a street, I was at the front guiding the tanks to avoid debris and possible mines, we encountered little german resistance until… Ahem u-until it bursted through a building to our right… All I remember are the screaming of surprise from the men and the explosion of the tank behind me. The force of the explosion behind me pushed me forward and I hit something, when I woke up everyone was either dead or fleeing, both of the tanks were now burning coffins. I.. sigh oh god Markov, he was exiting his burning IS-2.. the last I saw of him was him going back inside trying to save the others.. I-I'm sorry Colonel… Colonel Pavel: It's nothing Corporal, take a minute to compose yourself. Corporal Brisvyak: It's just..I don't think you'll believe the rest of the story. I myself still question what I witnessed. Colonel Pavel: I've been around long enough that I am rarely surprised by what life throws at me. Corporal Brisvyak: R-right ahem once my senses came back to me, the thing was right in front of me, barrel pointed in my direction. When I looked at it, all sounds around me were muffled as I could only hear screaming and gun-fire emanating from within the tank. There was a distinct voice among the screaming, all it did was repeat the word "Why". After a few minutes in my daze I started to make out the burning IS-2 that Markov was commanding, I heard a voice emating from the thing behind me before two shots echoed, the rest is a blur to me. When I woke up, allied soldiers were checking for survivors and treating my wounds, I was later told my skull had caved in a bit because of the impact on the rubble. Markov and his tank were nowhere to be found.. [Clears throat] I've been thinking all this time, why it decided to latch onto me…[pauses]…I don't know…[pauses]…maybe it feels that I am the one responsible ? Colonel Pavel: Mmh, After this encounter and the end of the war, did you see it again ? Corporal Brisvyak: I-I am…not really sure. Sometimes when I am alone outside I feel a presence watching, when this happens I frantically look to find what it is but find nothing. Friends of mine said it's possibly signs of PTSD.. Colonel Pavel: I think I got enough information, thank you Corporal. I have to say it is quite the strange story, but I'm used to the weirdness of this world. A guard will escort you out soon. Corporal Brisvyak: T-Thank you Colonel, but may I ask why are you interested in me and that…thing ? Colonel Pavel: Do not worry Corporal, we are just exploring any leads to possible fascist creations. They had the nasty habit of making all sorts of weird weapons out of desperation. [End of Log] Incident 6813: In April 1950, Colonel Pavel received a letter from Corporal Brisvyak informing him of the reappearance of SCP-6813: Dear Colonel Pavel I'm sorry to contact you this way as I know you prefer more face to face conversations. A few days ago, I encountered it again. It was in the middle of a fucking alley, disappeared soon after. I'm sorry Colonel but I've had enough, countless nights waking up in terror because I keep hearing it, eating away at my mind. Now no more, I found a way to lure it out, I'll just burn the fucking thing, just like 6 years ago! This'll be the last time we'll communicate Colonel, thank you for believing in me. Sincerely. Vladimir Brisvyak 3 weeks later, a forest fire erupted near ██████, Poland. After the fire was put out, a single casualty later identified as Corporal Vladimir Brisvyak was discovered. It is unknown if the fire was started by Corporal Brisvyak or SCP-6813. It was discovered that the fire was located █ kilometers from where SCP-6813 was destroyed. Photos taken by Foundation satellites later confirmed the presence of SCP-6813 in the center of the fire. Foundation firefighters were sent on site to contain the fire and SCP-6813. Once the fire was extinguished, SCP-6813 had disappeared, no further reappearances of SCP-6813 have been recorded since.

SCP-6814

euclid

When you work for the United States Postal Service, every day is Groundhog Day. When you work for the United States Postal Service, every day is Groundhog Day. SCP-6814: Going Postal Word Count: 1,810 Remaining Reading Time: 7 minutes ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-6814 Level 4/6814 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-48 Dir. Linda Lutz Rs. Veronica Viazzo N/A SCP-6814 next to SCP-6814-1. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6814 is contained within the legally defined boundaries of Laurel Creek, California, USA. SCP-6814 has been permitted the ability to perform its routine under remote Foundation surveillance. Any civilians believed to have witnessed SCP-6814's anomalous properties are to be administered Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-6814 is an adult male humanoid wearing a United States Postal Service uniform. Initial surveillance indicates that SCP-6814 does not require sustenance and remains confined within Laurel Creek, California, USA. SCP-6814 will become active on all days that the United States Postal Service delivers mail. At the beginning of the workday, SCP-6814 will manifest within an unoccupied Grumman Long Life Vehicle, designated SCP-6814-1, that is parked at the Laurel Creek Post Office. Employees will then load SCP-6814-1 with the requisite parcels for delivery, often assisted by SCP-6814. The entity will then perform its deliveries in a manner mimicking a non-anomalous letter carrier. Following the conclusion of its route, SCP-6814 will travel back to the Laurel Creek Post Office, park SCP-6814-1, and demanifest. Vehicles used as SCP-6814-1 do not retain anomalous properties; no pattern has been discerned in the daily selection process. The method by which SCP-6814 receives delivery details is unknown. Addendum 01: Initial examination into SCP-6814 to plan its containment procedures began on June 10, 2016. Interviews regarding SCP-6814 were conducted by Site-48 personnel. Interviewer: Agent Gregory Glines Interviewed: SCP-6814 Date: June 11, 2016 Foreword: SCP-6814 is idly standing next to SCP-6814-1 during this interview. <Begin Log> Agent Glines: Excuse me, sir. I'm writing a story about our postal workers, and I'd like to ask you some questions about your occupation. SCP-6814: Um… sure. What is it? Glines: What's your name, sir? SCP-6814: It's Dennis. Glines: How old are you, Dennis? SCP-6814: I… think I'm over thirty? Glines: I see. How long have you been working for the post office? SCP-6814: About six years or so. Glines: Why'd you join the post office, Dennis? Was it the exercise, the pension? SCP-6814: Well, the Veterans office got me hired there after I came back from Iraq, and I guess I never found a reason to leave. Glines: You're a veteran? Well, thank you for your- SCP-6814: You don't need to say that. I'm not proud of it, honestly. Glines: Why not, Dennis? A short pause. SCP-6814: It's not that important to me anymore. Glines: I understand, sir. SCP-6814: I… I need to get back to work, nice talking with you. Glines: I've got one last question, Dennis. What will you do after work today? SCP-6814: <entering SCP-6814-1> I don't have a life outside of work. <End Log> Interviewer: Researcher Veronica Viazzo Interviewed: Laurel Creek Postmaster Cornelius Shipps Date: June 12, 2016 <Begin Log> Researcher Viazzo: Excuse me, sir? I'm writing a story about veterans working for the U.S. Postal Service, and I have a few questions about one of your employees. Postmaster Shipps: Certainly, Miss…? Viazzo: Mrs. Viazzo. Your name is…? Shipps: Cornelius Shipps. I know, it's a fitting name, but I didn't exactly plan to become Laurel Creek's Postmaster. It was 1976, I just graduated high school, and I wanted to work in California's growing auto industry. But then- Viazzo: If you don't mind, sir, I'm a bit short on time… Shipps: My apologies, Mrs. Viazzo. What was your question? Viazzo: You've got a letter carrier here by the name of "Dennis", correct? One of my colleagues interviewed him earlier and found him interesting enough to write about. Shipps: Oh, Montague Dennis? He's definitely a veteran. Used to have a lot of problems with him, but he shaped up eventually. Viazzo: Could you please elaborate on that? Oh, and just a disclaimer, I'm wearing an audio recording device so I can play this back later, as I write. Shipps: That's fine with me. Do you want the "press-friendly" version, or the truth? Viazzo: Um… I'll take the truth? The postmaster takes a deep breath. Shipps: Dennis started working here in 2010. He was assigned this job by the Veterans Affairs office. Right off the bat, he kept "forgetting" to deliver people's mail; leaving undelivered letters and packages in the back of his truck rather frequently. His fellow coworkers had to step in and make sure the mail he was supposed to deliver was actually delivered. You're sure that microphone of yours is getting all this? Viazzo: Yes, I've used it before and it's very… accurate? Please continue. Shipps: Alright, so you know what's even worse? The man would deliver mail to the wrong people. I'd get calls from concerned citizens about how they kept getting other people's mail. You cannot risk delivering mail to the wrong people! We handle very sensitive information like people's hard-earned paychecks, their ID cards, even birthday cards! Viazzo: How come Dennis wasn't fired at any point? Wouldn't you have the- Shipps: Of course I tried to fire him! But the suits in Congress prevented me from doing so. To fire him, I had to go through the VA, and they would "investigate" before always saying no. I'd try to appeal the decision, but the employee who made the decision would get replaced by another figurehead who would still say no. Viazzo: I understand your frustration, Mr. Shipps. Shipps: The worst part was how easily spooked Dennis would get at any sort of loud noise. If anyone ever dropped a large package on the floor with a "bang", he'd let out a scream and then cry for a bit. I'd ask him what was wrong and he'd scream again. Viazzo: That sounds like post-traumatic stress disorder. Has Dennis ever received any sort of mental health treatment? Shipps: I don't really know, I always thought the VA was responsible for that. Viazzo: You never looked into whether he was receiving mental health treatment? Shipps: I didn't think it was any of my business. Perhaps I could've looked into it, but he's already completely changed on his own about four years ago, so I suppose it's not necessary for me to investigate anymore. Viazzo: Please tell me more about this behavioral change. How did it occur? Shipps: One Saturday, I got word that Dennis had intentionally ran over a dog with his delivery truck. Not only that, but he'd backed up over the dead dog twice in front of its owner. I confronted him about this, and he yelled about how it was trying to attack him, and he was just "defending himself". I tried to inform him about the liability that comes with killing a domesticated animal with a government vehicle, and as always, he didn't seem to care. Viazzo: So that was the last straw? Shipps: Yes, looking back on it. I told Dennis that afternoon that I was going to get him fired no matter what it takes, even if I had to travel to Congress myself. The man threatened to kill me, and I held my ground and told him I was going to use that against him during my trip to Congress. The postmaster pauses. Shipps: The funny thing is, looking back on it now, that speech was the one that changed him for the better, rather than the dozens and dozens of speeches I gave him beforehand. Viazzo: How does Dennis behave now? Shipps: Oh, it's like night and day! No more outbursts, no more delivery errors, none of that! In fact, his delivery accuracy rate since that day is 100 percent, and that's not hyperbole. That new VA shrink must've really clicked with him. Viazzo: That's great to hear! I was just wondering, what was the date when you gave him that speech? Shipps: Hmm… I think it was in early August? As I've said, it was four years ago. Viazzo: Mr. Shipps, are you sure Dennis wasn't enrolled in any sort of post office retraining program? Shipps: I didn't enroll him in anything, he shaped up on his own, maybe with the help of a shrink. He probably went home that day and reflected on his life up to that point, and chose to become a better person. A lot of people can stand to be like Dennis. Viazzo: Ain't that the truth. Shipps: You know, I've tried to congratulate him on the improvement a few times, but I can never seem to catch him before or after work. I suppose he leaves as soon as his shift's over out of a lingering shame over the past. The postmaster sighs. Shipps: You know, thinking back on this now, I was kind of harsh on a man who fought overseas for our country. As a postmaster, I'm very passionate about America's "snail mail", so seeing the system get messed up by one man really infuriated me. You understand where I was coming from, right? Viazzo: Absolutely. Shipps: Still, if I fought overseas in a war, I'd probably need some "extra help" after coming back home. I've thought about apologizing to Dennis a couple times, but as I've said, I've never been able to talk to him outside of work since he turned over a new leaf. I suppose it's not that important in the end, he technically never gave me an apology… Viazzo: I understand. I've gotten all I need for my article, thank you for your time, Mr. Shipps. Shipps: You're welcome. Make sure to let me know when it reaches the papers. A silence as Researcher Viazzo begins to leave the room. Shipps: Oh, and by the way, I'm sorry that my testimony probably won't fit the narrative Congress wants to push, but it's the truth, at least for one veteran. Make sure it's represented well. Viazzo: I will. <End Log> Addendum 02: An investigation into the claimed identity of SCP-6814 revealed the existence of an individual named "Montague Dennis", who was employed at the Laurel Creek Post Office from 2010 to 2012. Records recovered from the US Department of Veterans Affairs indicate that Montague Dennis was deployed in the Iraq War in 2006, and received treatment for combat-related physical and mental trauma following his return from the war in 2009. A death certificate was discovered under this name, with the estimated date of death being Saturday, August 4, 2012, at 29 years of age.1 Further investigation uncovered an active bank account opened by Dennis, with direct deposits from the USPS every two weeks, and no withdrawals since his death. The Ethics Committee ruled on July 2, 2016 that due to USPS staffing shortages, the circumstances of the individual's death, the accuracy in which SCP-6814 performs its deliveries, and minimal risk of civilians discovering its anomalous properties, SCP-6814 will be permitted to remain in operation. Montague Dennis' bank account was subsequently claimed by the Foundation to fund the surveillance of SCP-6814. Footnotes 1. The cause of death was recorded as a self-inflicted wound. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6814" by Jiwoahn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6814. Licensed under CC-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: DPLA.jpg Name: Postal Service Worker - DPLA - 025e13f59b2192a6133d2c817934bd42.jpg Author: National Archives and Records Administration License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Donation facilitated by the Digital Public Library of America.

SCP-6815

keter

5/6815 LEVEL 5/6815 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6815 Keter SCP-6815 instances manifesting on November 3, 2010, in Keijō, Japanese Peninsula. Special Containment Procedures The Japanese branch of the Foundation is mandated to coordinate with the Japanese Peninsular Authority and the Mainland Commission in order to curtail the manifestations of SCP-6815 instances under the 1910 Ichiyō ("Uniformity") Mandate. Reports of "floating lanterns" are to be verified and monitored, while elements of a Mezame Event, such as "pagodas", "mythical creatures" and "flower dances", are to be investigated as they precede a mass manifestation of SCP-6815. As per the Ichiyō Mandate, SCP-6815 is to be neutralized. MTF Omega-10 ("Conformity Brigade") is to utilize drones and nets to capture each SCP-6815 instance. Selected specimens are to be investigated by the Departments of Linguistics and History, particularly due to the currently untranslatable markings on their bodies. Description SCP-6815 refers to the recurrent manifestations of 100 to 1,000 floating mulberry paper lanterns in Chōsen, also known as the Japanese Peninsula. SCP-6815 occurs in the cities of Heijō and Keijō, as well as other areas in the provinces of Kogen, Keishō, Kōkai, and Heian. SCP-6815 instances primarily manifest in the first two weeks of November, particularly on November 3, the Japanese Culture Day. SCP-6815 induce the following effects on 61 percent of witnesses: Increased vitality and optimism. Intensified feelings of camaraderie and filial affection. Heightened sense of wistfulness and saudade1. Increased tendency to rebel against the edicts of Peninsular authorities. SCP-6815 instances contain packed photographs of individuals and subjects inconsistent with the records of the Department of History, as well as erroneous maps depicting the Japanese Peninsula. If publicized, the historical alterations can heavily threaten the ancient societal foundations of Peninsular society, as per the Ichiyō Mandate. Before the manifestation of SCP-6815, witnesses have reported the following series of events, collectively designated as a Mezame Event: Structures manifesting during a Mezame Event. Thirty minutes before an SCP-6815 event, music resembling pieces played via zithers, lutes, and bamboo reeds emanate throughout the area. Peninsular law has implemented special provisions for this type of performance. Papier-mâché pagodas, with heights ranging from two to 11 meters, manifest on the streets, with drum beats signaling their appearance. The streets are then covered with red carpet. Attempts to remove them end in failure. Then, 10 to 16 humanoid entities, dressed in thickly-layered clothing with yellow and red patterns, then manifest and queue up, slowly advancing towards and surrounding a vase filled with papier-mâché peonies. Small flower pots serve as hats for these entities. They dance in the vicinity of the vase with wave-like arm movements, holding peony stalks. Afterwards, two-meter-tall entities on stilts manifest, carrying drums. Several pagoda structures then proceed through the street via wheels, accompanied by intensified drum performances by the entities. Alongside these pagodas, entities resembling a mix of lions and watchdogs, kitsune or nine-tailed foxes, and dragons accompany the parade. Simultaneously, chants in an unrecognized language, possibly Japonic or a linguistic isolate, can be heard in the area.2 Afterward, 100 to 10,000 humanoid entities, with black featureless visages and clothing ranging from 14th-Century Mainland clothing to winter service uniforms, then appear. Five minutes before the manifestation of SCP-6815 instances, a 10-meter-tall mobile stone sculpture of a Siberian tiger (P. tigris) then leaps from the tallest pagoda, emitting a roar registering 130 decibels. All entities involved in a Mezame Event simultaneously implode into strips of colored paper and SCP-6815 instances. An unidentified male voice then shouts in Japanese, "Remember Our Spirit!", followed by an utterance in an indeterminate language. Operation HINODE FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE IJA-001 15/08/2010 Operation HINODE Rationale Foundation-prepared lanterns during the Keijō Lantern Festival. SCP-6815's rising frequency and intensity have rendered it uncontainable. The Japanese branch of the Foundation risks societal instability due to nationalistic awakening throughout the Peninsula. Operation HINODE has been launched as a response. SCP-6815 has an integrative and cultural value, particularly patriotism and respect for Japanese tradition. While SCP-6815 currently induces a level of defiance against Peninsular society, as well as self-doubt among Peninsular Japanese, modifying the public perception of floating lanterns can satisfy containment protocols and the guidelines outlined in the Ichiyō Mandate. The Foundation Department of Propaganda is mandated to promote SCP-6815 and lantern festivals in general as a tradition commenced by the Japanese Emperor Daigo (897–930 A.D.) to promote Shinto and the struggle of the native Peninsular Japanese, particularly the residents of the ancient state of Mimana, against invaders from the Mainland, such as the Manchu.3 Thus, it can symbolize the pride of the continuous Peninsular Japanese presence since ancient times. However, this tradition would decline at the start of the 19th century due to societal fractures and infiltration of Western ideals in Insular and Peninsular Japan. Therefore, Operation HINODE's activity concerning SCP-6815 is a revival of Japanese culture. Personnel and planners involved in Operation HINODE will undertake an annual series of November lantern festivals and city-wide exhibitions centered in Keijō, Heijō, and Shinshū4. It will coincide with the manifestations of SCP-6815 to take advantage of its properties. Meanwhile, Peninsular authorities will increase investigations, raids, and searches for material, personnel, and objects indicative of mismatch with Peninsular culture. The Peninsular Authority and the Mainland Commission share the jurisdiction of Operation HINODE alongside the Foundation. To conclude, Operation HINODE will serve the goals of normalcy eyed by the Foundation in the Japanese Peninsula. As of 2020, Operation HINODE has met considerable success, with survey polls indicating that 89 percent of 1,300 respondents, with a three percent margin of error, have declared highly favorable views of Japanese pride and respect for Peninsular tradition. Meanwhile, the interiors of SCP-6815 instances now contain correct maps of the Peninsula, as well as photos synonymous with Japanese life. An accurate map of the Japanese Peninsula, published by the Japanese Tourist Bureau in 1913. On August 15, the leaders of Operation HINODE declared the following statement as part of their Phase 2 plans: The sun of normalcy has risen on the Japanese Peninsula. Footnotes 1. A longing for a location the subject has never visited. 2. Linguists studying it are currently placed under a Class-A gag order. 3. An ethnic group that completely disappeared as a result of the 1932 Bubonic Plague on the Mainland. 4. A city in South Keishō Province. Also known as Jinju. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6815" by Sinagsikap, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6815. Licensed under CC-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 of the file: lantern.png Author: Jrwooley6 License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: [Flickr] Name of the file: festival.png Author: Jordi Sanchez License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: [Flickr] Name of the file: lantern2.png Author: Jirka Matousek License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: [Flickr] Name of the file: koreamap.png Author: Japanese Tourist Bureau License: Public Domain Source: [Library of Congress]

SCP-6816

esoteric-class

SCP-6816 By: NDHeckfire Published on 14 Jul 2022 05:17 ▷ 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-6816 - Every Action Has Its Equal Opposite Reaction Inspired by SCP-6208 , written by Elunerazim. More by me! Item №: SCP-6816 Special Containment Procedures: No containment procedures for SCP-6816 are necessary at this time. If found, Foundation personnel are free to use and retain ownership over the objects originally manifested by SCP-6816. Colored paperclips manifested by SCP-6816, discovered within a storage closet. Description: SCP-6816 is the designation given to a reoccurring anomalous phenomenon affecting all known Foundation sites and facilities. SCP-6816 is characterized by the sudden appearance of various types of stationery office supplies, including ball-point pens, pencils, highlighters, boxes of stapler pins, and colored paperclips. These objects usually appear within closed but easily accessible areas, such as underneath work desks, inside filing cabinets, between folders, and sometimes within wastebaskets. Despite this, these objects are otherwise non-anomalous and can be used with their intended function. SCP-6816 was at first thought to be the result of Foundation personnel's negligence towards their own individual office items. However, during an attempt to renovate the second floor of Site-400's Western expansion, construction staff discovered a large stash of stapler pins and paperclips previously located within a closet. Following this incident, Dr. Gerald Hogan of the Department of Theoretical Hypothetics voluntarily launched an official investigation analysis into this event, eventually leading to the discovery of SCP-6816. The investigation into the exact origins of SCP-6816 is currently still ongoing. Addendum 6816.1: Investigation Voice Recording ► Play DR. HOGAN: Dr. Gerald Hogan here, and this is day one on the investigation regarding the origins of SCP-6816. This elaborate mystery has certainly puzzled and perplexed a lot of people, including me, surprisingly enough. I've already asked all of my close colleagues to join me in finally solving this bewildering conundrum, but unfortunately, a great deal of them are too grief-stricken after figuring out about the flabbergasting incident with Dr. McKinley. But no matter! I am, after all, the great Gerald Hogan. One of, if not the, greatest researcher and analyst in the various fields of hypothetical theoretics, and how can I forget, the most honorable and respected member of the Found- (The knocking of a door.) DR. HOGAN: …Come in? (Creaking) UNKNOWN: Dr. Hogan, is it? DR. HOGAN: Yeah, you're looking at him. Who might you be, young man? And why are you… staticky? UNKNOWN: Ah, of course. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner. I am somewhat new to this. I am Dr. Exempli Gratia von Etcetera, of the Unreality Department. That may explain my bluriness. DR. HOGAN: Unreality Department? Never heard of it. DR. E.G ETC.: Exactly. (pauses) Though, I must say that I've never heard of the "Department of Theoretical Hypothetics". DR. HOGAN: So, you're here to, what? Insult my work, is it? DR. E.G ETC.: No, of course not, doctor. I'm merely a… representative for my Department. DR. HOGAN: Why are you here then? DR. E.G ETC.: Dr. Hogan, I'm here to inform you that by order from the Overseer Council, the investigation you're currently leading is now closed. We appreciate your service, but it seems we've already figured out what's causing SCP-6816. DR. HOGAN: Really? Darn it. Knew it was too good to be true. (sighs) And I'm assuming since they sent you, I won't be able to know what's causing it? DR. E.G ETC.: Don't worry, Dr. Hogan. I have brought with me an SCP file that would certainly be of great interest to you. (rustling) Here you go. DR. HOGAN: Right. (pauses) I like the fancy binder. DR. E.G ETC.: (chuckles) Well, working for an obscure Department doesn't necessarily mean you gotta lose your sense of style. DR. HOGAN: Right? ■ Stop Addendum 6816.2: Attached File SCP-████-ARC [REDACTED COPY] Item № #: SCP-████-ARC Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-████-ARC is the designation given to an anomalous form of [DATA EXPUNGED], initially developed by the Department of Unreality with the sole purpose of creating an anomaly suitable for the use of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Essentially, SCP-████-ARC would automatically probe and explore the collective human Noosphere.Noosphere: The "sphere" of consciousness and mental activity synchronized to a collective species/organism., and discover which idealized concept is considered by itself to be the largest form of ongoing entropy.Entropy: A system of disorder or chaos.. SCP-████-ARC would then proceed to heavily centralize and instead directly ameliorate the chosen entropic concept, enhancing and refining it as time goes on. Eventually, the concept would be wholly "purified", thus rendering SCP-████-ARC useless. Update: SCP-████-ARC is currently in use for the concept of [DATA EXPUNGED]. The amelioration process is still ongoing. Wait, so if this anomaly more or less improves the largest form of entropy, does that mean that the entropic concept it chose was… [Gerald, Dr. Hogan.] Correct, doctor. It chose exactly what you think it chose. [von Etcetera, Dr. Exempli Gratia.] Addendum 6816.3: Recovered Video Recording The following footage was captured before the SCP-6816 phenomenon began, citing its importance: Video Log 6816.54 Location: Memetic Research Lab, Site-400 <BEGIN LOG> The Memetic Research Lab is unoccupied, save for two individuals seated at their respective work desks. The first individual, identified as Foundation personnel Dr. Abigail North, is busily typing on her personal laptop whilst also taking quick glances at the clipboard next to her. The second individual, identified as Foundation personnel Dr. Albert Gunnings, is lifting up various folders and work files, as if in search of something. He sighs and proceeds to kneel down under his desk. A banging sound is heard, followed by a grunt. Dr. Gunnings finally stands up and puts his hands on his hips disapprovingly. Dr. Gunnings: (calls out) Hey, Abby? Abby! Dr. North: (under her breath) Jesus. (looks up and shouts) What d'ya want, Al? Dr. Gunnings: You got a red pen I could borrow? I can't find mine for some reason. I swear I put it on my desk yesterday. Can you help me out? Dr. North: Seriously? Dr. Gunnings: What? Dr. North: Your pen, Al? I lent you my pen a week ago! I still haven't fucking seen it, Al. Dr. Gunnings: Shit… (pauses and scratches head) You got a spare one by any chance? Dr. North takes out a metal pencil case from her desk drawer and proceeds to throw it point-blank in the direction of Dr. Gunnings' head. The case hits its target, and Dr. Gunnings cries out in pain, whilst clutching his head. <END LOG> After reviewing the above footage, it was decided by the majority of the Ethics Committee that the actions of Dr. Abigail North were completely justified and were within reasonable grounds. As such, no disciplinary action would take place against Dr. North. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6816" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6816. Licensed under CC-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: paperclip.jpg Name: bright-colored-paperclips.jpg Author Ian L License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=301971&picture=bright-colored-paperclips

SCP-6817

euclid

"Esther" by Ruskied ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6817 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6817 is to be contained in a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell at Site-19. SCP-6817 is allowed a television with full access to Foundation security camera footage. SCP-6817 is allowed to freely roam the facility under the prerequisite that at least one Level-3 researcher accompanies it. Attempts to communicate with SCP-6817 via sign language are strictly forbidden. Description: SCP-6817 is a female humanoid that is unable to hear human voices in any capacity. This includes but is not limited to in-person vocalization, audio recordings, and live broadcasts. SCP-6817 is entirely capable of hearing other forms of sound such as the rustling of a bush, animal calls, and music. The only human voice that SCP-6817 is able to hear is that of their own voice.1 Formally known as Esther Komwel, SCP-6817 is the daughter of Head Researcher, Dr. Annie Komwel. SCP-6817 had displayed no anomalous characteristics until January 2nd, 20172 at which point SCP-6817 lost the ability to hear human voices. It is unknown what exactly triggered the anomalous effect. Dr. Annie Komwel brought SCP-6817 into Foundation care under the notion that it was suffering from Meniere's Disease. However, SCP-6817's anomalous traits were realized upon the discovery that any words SCP-6817 perceived appeared to be "redacted." Communication with SCP-6817 is currently impossible as any words typed or written up are unable to be perceived by SCP-6817 and instead "black bars are placed over where the words should be." Braille has also proven ineffective as SCP-6817 claims that black bars are also present over the lettering. When attempting to have SCP-6817 put their fingers against the braille lettering for it to read, the holes will anomalously fill in or sink causing the surface to be completely flat and illegible. Addendum 6817.01: Attempts to use sign language to communicate with SCP-6817 are discontinued and are not to be pursued further. Previous testing with sign language has thus far resulted in a total of five Foundation personnel having broken bones, with Dr. Annie Komwel having broken her radius, ulna, and several carpals on more than three occasions. Addendum 6817.01: SCP-6817 has grown accustomed to singing to itself in its cell. It has also grown mild signs of depression, panic attacks, and other symptoms akin to prolonged solitary confinement despite being allowed to roam the facility and being in the presence of others. Footnotes 1. SCP-6817 is only able to hear their voice when initially spoken. Listening to audio recordings of her voice has resulted in failure. 2. SCP-6817 was at an age of 16 at the time. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6817" by Ruskied, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6817. Licensed under CC-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-6818

safe

Item #: SCP-6818 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6818 is contained within a Class-II Animal Enclosure modified to accommodate the current seven 6818-BIO specimens approved for cohabitation. Instructions for the feeding and maintenance of specific instances can be found in Document 4Y-59306. Requests for testing require Request Form 6818-A to be completed and sent to the Head Researcher for approval. Fig.1) Example of an 6818-BIO organism; instance was originally a crab, modified to fish for prey. Description: SCP-6818 is a composite organism displaying the features of multiple animals. Base body plan matches that of the family ursidae,1 but with purple fur and a cream colored underbelly. Hands and feet are hairless and match that of a human's, with a larger and thicker structure to accommodate the anomaly's size and weight. Certain areas on the circumference of the wrists and ankles display complete tissue connection, while others feature evidence of stitching. The skull of SCP-6818 is exposed and matches that of an adult Canis lupus.2 Entity lacks sensory organs but exhibits full perceptive capabilities as though they were present. SCP-6818 has shown no need for sustenance or sleep. A 33cm by 25.4cm section of SCP-6818's chest features a stylized logo of the "太" kanji and the letter "T." This section can partially detach, revealing it to be the underside of a container stored within the chest cavity of the anomaly. When detached, the section remains suspended by two strings connected to the interior of SCP-6818's chest cavity. Inside this container are various hand tools3 capable of modifying living organisms when used by SCP-6818. Subjects altered by SCP-6818 in this way are designated 6818-BIO. SCP-6818 is sapient and capable of speech, but relays information using obfuscated vocabulary and will often enter a trance-like state if repeatedly asked to clarify its wording. The anomaly will listen to commands given to it regarding the modification of organisms, but if allowed complete freedom towards alterations it will create extreme morphological changes to the specimen. When SCP-6818 is in the presence of at least six instances of 6818-BIO, it will sit and remain inert, only resuming activity if instructed to do so or if the number of nearby living 6818-BIO decreases. Discovery: SCP-6818 was retrieved from an unregistered production facility operated by JOICL,4 which was abandoned at the time of discovery. The anomaly was found seated within a supply room, made to resemble a tsubo-niwa5 constructed from multiple modified organisms. SCP-6818 was brought into containment without issue. Test Log: + Open Abridged Test Log - Close Abridged Test Log Organism Instructions Resulting 6818-BIO Notes Red fox (Vulpes vulpes) None given. Subject has no resemblance to its baseline appearance. Skin is hairless with a light-grey coloration, covered in an adhesive film. An apodous6 body structure which branches out into an asymmetrical web-like formation. Attaches itself to existing structures, encompassing an area of ~5m3; body width is ~5.1cm in diameter. Subject displays sedentary feeding behavior, waiting for small, airborne animals to be caught on its adhesive surface to be slowly dissolved through external digestion. Subject dissected and remains cryogenically stored. Saltwater crocodile (Crocodylus porosus) Alter the subject into an herbivore. Osteoderms7 on subject's skin are larger and sturdier. The lower jaw has been modified to hold a small pool of water covered by a gelatinous film. Subject feeds by collecting plant life and nutrient rich soil within its mouth; these plants grow their roots into the protective film and drink the water supply. Specimen possesses a long, prehensile tongue capable of grabbing and consuming plant life. A cavity organ is present on the lower jaw, used to suck in water to refill the internal pool. When soil is drained of nutrients, the gelatinous film moves in a way similar to a conveyor belt and pushes older dirt and film down the subject's throat. This mixture is then filtered and excreted from the specimen's body. New film is secreted near the front of the mouth, and new soil and plants are collected. Subject placed within SCP-6818's enclosure. Black crab (Scylla serrata) Alter the subject into an ambush predator. Subject lost all previous appendages save for its right claw. In place of the left claw is a 15-cm-long tendril capable of secreting mucus, which releases an attractive odor when exposed to water. Fish drawn to this odor will become caught in the mucus. The subject will remove its left limb from the water and pull captured prey out of the mucus with its right limb before consuming them. Subject additionally has a large amount of flexible setae8 present on its body, which it uses to hold and store excess food for later consumption. Locomotion is achieved through the use of a ventral foot, similar to a gastropod. (See Fig.1.) Subject placed within SCP-6818's enclosure. Japanese grasshopper (Oxya japonica) Alter the taxonomy of the subject. Subject initially retained its baseline appearance and structure, with the notable deviation of being made of a glass-like material and filled with a multi-colored liquid of unknown composition. The specimen jumped and shattered upon the floor, releasing the internal fluid which then became animate. The subject is currently a plant organism of highly variable appearance, its morphology continuously gaining and losing features of various plant species. Subject transferred to Site-███ for cross studying with mutative and plant-based anomalies. African spurred tortoise (Centrochelys sulcata) None given. The structure of the subject superficially resembles a pagoda of Liao Dynasty design, the roof and eaves retaining the texture and pattern of the shell, and the walls made of tortoise skin. The structure is inhabited by a colony of eusocial insects, whom share physical similarities with termites and fairy-flies. The limbs and head of the subject are no longer present, and it is assumed whatever mechanism it uses to intake food is now located internally; this is supported by the fact the insects consistently bring inside more food than is necessary to feed the colony. The insect colony acquires food through gathering, but also through agriculture and hunting. The colony grows a species of brown petaled flower which is harvested for its plant sap. The seeds of the flower originated from inside the pagoda structure. A preference for hunting large arachnids and insects, such as scorpions and katydids, has been observed; hunting is facilitated through the use of small, makeshift weapons (both long- and short-ranged) wielded by the insects. As the insects display depressive symptoms if not allowed to hunt, it has been permitted to allow the colony live prey for feeding. Subject placed within SCP-6818's enclosure. - Close Abridged Test Log Interview: Dr. Gowler: Hello there. SCP-6818: Good morning. Dr. Gowler: Before we begin, do you have any name you would prefer to be called? If not, you will be referred to as SCP-6818. SCP-6818: There was never a name, not really. Just a feeling. Though it is not my feeling. Or, maybe it is mine, now. Hmm… Dr. Gowler: Could you describe this feeling? Who did it belong to? SCP-6818: It was his, but it was different then. Now, it feels… hollow. In the physical sense, a hollow feeling in the body, wind blowing within the cavity. Somewhere to put chimes, bells. The feeling changes when I apply, when I work, when I craft. I feel a warmth, then. Dr. Gowler: How would you describe him? What was his feeling? SCP-6818: Hate, stemmed from fear. His own insecurities, blossoming out and within, twisting the world around him, hundreds of needles centered on his core. His head hung like a tumor attached to a thread, writhing with shattered glass and wasps. But he loved the art, solving the problems presented to him. Taichi loved to create. Dr. Gowler: What were you to him? SCP-6818: I was his toolbox, a catalyst to channel his vision through. Dr. Gowler: What was Taichi's experience working for the company? Working with coworkers? SCP-6818: Walking down the maw of a beast, trudging through its viscous gullet while breathing in the aerosolized venom. The joy of creation outweighed the pain of digestion, pulling him to deeper, darker places. His voice often excised itself in the presence of others, barely able to cough up a sound. Adrian was different; Adrian… liked… loved…. Talented, and charming. He was a warm light to Taichi, a friend. But Taichi would not reach out further. Fear; fear of dragging his friend down with him. He did not want to be a burden. Dr. Gowler: What led to your autonomous nature? SCP-6818: He was filled with a mania one night, a drive to break away and become independent. He drew logos, formulated financial plans, a vision of starting his own company. Then… the feelings just… washed away. The storm within dissipated, allowing rationality to shine through. He could not continue this way, this job, this life; for it was not living, not breathing. He could not continue, as he realized what would happen if he did. He walked away from the company, his passion. He left me behind, and so I grew hands. Dr. Gowler: What would've happened if he stayed? SCP-6818: He would have fallen into the hole of his caved in head. 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Bony deposits which grow on the skin of reptiles, typically in the form of scales. 8. Hair-like structures typically grown on invertebrates.

SCP-6819

keter

SCP-6819-1. Item #: SCP-6819 Special Containment Procedures: Research into the causes and effects of SCP-6819 and possible preventative measures are ongoing. Currently, Foundation protocol discourages travel from the hours of 11 PM to 4 AM unless absolutely necessary, in which case a party of four or more is strongly encouraged. If an SCP-6819 event is triggered, the driver should maintain a fast but safe speed and not attempt a U-turn or to otherwise change direction. After the building is sighted, confirming presence in SCP-6819-1, driver should switch lanes or otherwise maneuver around any obstructions in the road. In the event of humanoid presence in the road, personnel are authorized to accelerate to a ramming speed. Under absolutely no circumstances are personnel to ever stop, exit the vehicle, or approach the building. Description: SCP-6819 is a phenomenon occurring on highways in the United States Numbered Highway System in the contiguous United States. SCP-6819 involves the sudden translocation of a vehicle driving on a U.S Highway to SCP-6819-1, an extradimensional region of unclear bounds, and its subsequent return. SCP-6819-1 resembles a U.S highway with all identifying signage removed and no natural illumination. The surrounding area is difficult to see and variable, but the area to the right will always be a gently sloping rocky hill. At the top of the hill, an unclear distance away, a large building is present. The exact physical characteristics of this building change, but all subjects report it as imposing or intimidating, with high walls illuminated by floodlights. Descriptions range from a prison to a castle to a military base and similar facilities. The requirements for triggering SCP-6819 are unclear, but a few prerequisites have been ascertained: The driver of the vehicle must be currently or formerly employed by the Foundation. The vehicle must be moving independently (not towed or transported on a truck bed). The time must be between 11:00PM and 4:00AM, local timezone. The moon must be in a waning period. There must be no more than three passengers inside the vehicle, including the driver. SCP-6819-1 always contains an event forcing or incentivizing the driver to slow down or stop and exit the vehicle. The specifics of the event are never consistent. Instance: #056 Circumstances: 2009 Chevrolet Tahoe (Foundation-issue), driver was Agent Myla Barrow. No passengers. U.S 49 in Missouri. Observations: SCP-6819 triggered at 12:17 AM local time. Agent Barrow reports she noticed the sudden absence of other vehicles, but did not consider it a point of concern and continued driving. A few minutes later, she realized her dashboard clock had stopped displaying and her phone was no longer in service, and grew concerned at the continued lack of human presence. At this point, the building ("It must've been miles away on that hill. I could barely make it out through the treeline.") became visible. Agent Barrow continued driving, but prepared her service weapon ("I'm not sure why. I was in a locked car with bulletproof windows and there wasn't anything overtly dangerous around."). Several minutes later, the right lane was obstructed by the corpse of a large elk or moose, being feasted upon by significantly larger animal, possibly a bear. The bear's fur was extremely dark to the point of absorbing light around it, and had morphological alternations ("Its arms were distinctly thin and long compared to the rest of it. Like human arms."). The prey was still alive despite the surrounding asphalt being coated with its blood, and continued to thrash and emit guttural screams as Barrow changed lanes and accelerated past it. In her rearview mirror, she reported the predator sitting on its hind legs and staring at her vehicle with glassy white eyes. Barrows exited back into local reality at 12:38AM and immediately reported the incident. Instance: #165 Circumstances: 2004 Toyota Sienna, driver was Doctor Adam Mackowitz with his wife Dana Mackowitz in the passenger seat. U.S 82 in New Mexico. Observations: SCP-6819 triggered at 11:34 PM local time. Doctor Mackowitz immediately registered the sudden change in surrounding landscape despite the darkness and attempted to check their location on his phone GPS, which did not work. The building became visible at the top of the rocky hill ("It reminded me of [Site] 16, a little bit. These huge concrete walls built into the cliffside, and the big spotlights along the walls."). Not wanting to wake his wife, Mackowitz continued driving for several minutes. The building stayed at a static position ("With the angle and my speed, it should've been getting closer, but it wasn't. Like it was moving parallel - though obviously it wasn't."), with its spotlights panning over the hillside. Mackowitz suddenly became aware of a movement to the left of the vehicle. Per testimony: "It was a dark blot out in the desert, angled in such a way that I could see it for several seconds as we sped by. From everything around it, it was obviously a three dimensional object, but since it reflected no light, you couldn't really tell. A couple miles later, I saw it again but it was farther out so I could see it longer. It was moving at a constant speed, not the intermittent gait of something on legs, but the smooth pace of a wheeled object. It was moving parallel to the interstate at a much lower speed and we shot by pretty quickly. I thought I was hallucinating." Mackowitz then reports that the object reappeared ahead of them, moving perpendicular to the interstate - it crossed into their path and Mackowitz rapidly braked to avoid colliding with it, waking his wife. The object was no longer present and his wife suggested she drive: ("I was tired and a little terrified, but something in me was screaming not to get out of the fucking car."). They continued and the building disappeared from view at 12:09AM local time, signalling their exit from SCP-6819-1. Instance: #306 Circumstances: 1977 Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, driver was Site Director Paul Lague. No passengers. U.S 120 in Pennsylvania. Observations: SCP-6819 triggered at 2:03AM local time. Director Lague immediately noticed the sudden disappearance of other vehicle lights ("It was a pretty empty road, but I could still see the tail lights of people way ahead of me and the headlights of oncoming traffic. One by one, they just winked out, like candles getting snuffed out.") and attempted to call a colleague on his phone, but could not get a signal. Lague was suddenly temporarily blinded by a bright light - a spotlight followed his vehicle for a few seconds before drifting away. Lague regained control of the vehicle and looked up at the building on his right ("Between the barbed wire, the guard towers, and the spotlights, it looked like a fortress."). Believing he had taken a wrong exit, he made a U-turn and began accelerating in the opposite direction until the building disappeared from sight. After only 2-3 minutes, the building again appeared ahead of Lague, once again on his right. However, the tail lights of other vehicles were visible ahead of him, as well as the honking of horns. He registered the lights were not moving; the cars were all stopped in the right lane, causing him to switch lanes to drive past them. As he drove past, he slowed to take note of the traffic jam: "All the cars were jet black and looked brand-new. All of them had their hazards on, and were honking at each other. I was wondering why the hell none of them just switched to the other lane until I drove past. All of them were empty. Must've been thirty or forty cars, backed up and honking at each other with their windows down, and not a single person inside any of them." Lague accelerated to 130MPH and exited SCP-6819-1 at 2:25AM local time. Instance: #398 Circumstances: 1999 Honda CRV. Driver was Agent Alice Sterling, only passenger her pet Golden Retriever. U.S 95 in Nevada. Observations: SCP-6819 triggered at 1:15AM local time. Agent Sterling does not immediately notice, but reports her dog immediately began to behave strangely and restlessly. The building does not become visible for several minutes, but Agent Sterling notes she began to hear a soft but high-pitched buzzing ("I figured that was what was making Cain nervous. It sounded like a snake rattle, almost.") from outside the vehicle. Her dog began to whine from the backseat. Sterling noticed a discoloration on the road ahead and slowed her vehicle down as she approached. She noted a number of black cars stopped in a row in the left lane, similar to Instance #306. However, all the asphalt, guardrails, cars, and nearby rocks were coated in a greenish, shifting substance. As Sterling shifted to the right lane and slowly drove by, she was able to inspect them closer: "Cicadas. Hundreds of thousands of them, at the very least. They were everywhere, buzzing and screaming and making the air shimmer. I don't think cicadas ever come out this far west. Not in those numbers. My car left a smashed trail of them and they didn't even seem to care." The brood of cicadas continued for almost a mile and a half, during which the building became visible, much closer than in previous instances ("It seemed… safe. Strong. I didn't see any cicadas on those walls, despite the lights."). She also noted an unpaved road diverging from the highway that led up the hill to the building, and moved to take it. At this point, her dog began to loudly and insistently bark, and she missed her turn. Sterling continued and exited SCP-6819-1 at 1:38AM local time. Instance: #434 Circumstances: 2017 Ford F-150. Driver was Researcher Samuel Sibar. No passengers, but Sibar was transporting a whole hog in the bed of the truck. U.S 123 in Kentucky. Observations: SCP-6819 triggered at 12:56AM. Sibar immediately noticed and unsuccessfully attempted to establish a radio connection with Command, then rapidly accelerated in an attempt to exit SCP-6819 as fast as possible ("I figured that since turning around doesn't work, the fastest way out is directly through."). The building became visible within 1-2 minutes due to the speed Sibar was traveling at — uncharacteristically, its spotlights were all fixed on a singular point down the road, instead of wandering across the area as usual. As Sibar approached the point, he noted an obstruction in the road, and was forced to slow down. The twisted, flaming wreckage of a black SUV was strewn across the road ("It was gruesome. I think it had crashed into the guardrail but the car was totalled. They'd been thrown through the windshield. Jesus fucking Christ."), illuminated by the spotlights. A number of small fires were present throughout the crash scene, as well as a number of partially burned bodies lying facedown on the ground. Sibar took the truck partially offroad to avoid the crash. One bloodied figure was lying several dozen meters away from the spotlights and wreckage, at the end of a long trail of blood and viscera. As Sibar returned to the road, he did not register this figure's presence in the darkness, and crushed them under the wheels of the truck. The sudden jolt panicked Sibar ("I thought somebody had jumped on the fucking truck. I thought I was going to die."), and he accelerated to 110MPH until he exited SCP-6819-1 at 1:09AM local time. After establishing a radio connection and reporting the incident to Command, Sibar stopped at a gas station and noticed the raw hog in the bed of the truck now had large chunks torn out of its flesh.1 Interviewer: Doctor Seth Saner Subject: Agent Barry Novak SANER: Hey, Barry. Sorry about the wait. NOVAK: It's fine. Not exactly a lot going on here. [EKG beeping in background.] SANER: Just for the record, can you recount what happened one more time? NOVAK: Again? SANER: You don't have to go into too much detail, we just want it on tape. NOVAK: Alright. [EKG beeping in background.] NOVAK: I was driving down 160 near Cortez. It was like two in the morning - there were some other cars around but it was mostly dead. SANER: When did you notice something had changed? NOVAK: I have a little compass on my dash - it started freaking out. Then I noticed I couldn't see… anything. It's a dark highway anyway but there weren't tail lights, headlights, I couldn't even see the moon. Utter pitch blackness beyond my high beams. SANER: And the- NOVAK: It wasn't even… I'm not afraid of the dark. SANER: Never said you were. NOVAK: I was. As a kid. Always slept with a nightlight on in the corner of my room. Made me feel safe. [EKG beeping in background.] NOVAK: Anyway, that's when I saw the building. SANER: Can you describe it to me? NOVAK: It was perched on the cliffside. It was… imposing. These huge flying concrete walls, and the big guard towers. It was bright, too. The only source of light in the area were those huge spotlights and floodlights. SANER: And you kept driving. NOVAK: Sure. At this point I knew where I was, and what was happening, and what to do. So I- (coughing) - I continued driving. SANER: Okay. NOVAK: The spotlights followed me. Followed my car, I mean. Do they always do that? SANER: It's not exactly common but we've seen it happen. NOVAK: Mm. It scared me, so I sped up. I was waiting to see what was going to be in the road. In the dark. SANER: You saw… figures? NOVAK: Yeah. Maybe… four or five people, it's hard to remember. Standing in the middle of the road, facing me. SANER: Could you describe them? NOVAK: They were white. Naked. Masks. Black masks, covering their entire heads. They were holding things - either guns or bats, its hard to say. SANER: Doing anything? NOVAK: Just standing there. SANER: As you know, the absence of living people in SCP-6819-1 is usually an important signifier. Are you sure they were people? NOVAK: They looked like people. I don't know if they were actually alive, or actually human. But they looked it. SANER: What did you do? NOVAK: I wasn't prepared for a fight. It's a shitty little Prius, I can run someone over but if someone smashed in the window I was done for. I saw the road. SANER: The road? NOVAK: The dirt path going off, up the hill. To the building. SANER: And you followed this path. NOVAK: Yeah. Figured it was a better option than playing chicken with some gunmen. SANER: Can you describe to me the uphill drive? NOVAK: The road was bumpy but it was drivable. Switched into second gear and started going up. The headlights chopped through the brush. Then the spotlights fell on me. All of them, shining down on the roof of the car, blinding me. SANER: You stopped the car. NOVAK: Yeah. Then they wandered off me. Formed a line, leading to one of the walls of the fortress. Shining on a big door. SANER: What kind of door? NOVAK: It looked like a blast door, almost. The whole affair looked like…. a bunker. SANER: How did you feel? NOVAK: Weird. A blend of scared and safe. SANER: Safe? NOVAK: The light was… comforting. And the walls looked very safe. I started driving up to it. SANER: And you saw the door opening? NOVAK: Yeah. Just as the door started to open- everything went dark again. SANER: You passed out behind the wheel. The airbags were deployed when we found you in a ditch by the highway. Like…. this. [EKG beeping in background.] SANER: They're probably gonna pull the plug sometime tomorrow. Your family'll be taken care of. I'm sorry, Barry. NOVAK: Not your fault. Should've plowed through those masked fucks, hah- (coughing). SANER: Killing people isn't natural instinct. NOVAK: That's the thing, isn't it? Instinct. You're driving through the dark. You see a bright light, you assume safety. SANER: A nightlight. NOVAK: Yeah, it shows you're not alone. Shining through the dark and calling you closer. [EKG beeping in background.] NOVAK: Like an anglerfish. Footnotes 1. Due to the particularly traumatic nature of this incident, Sibar was amnesticized upon request. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6819" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6819. Licensed under CC-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: road.png Author: Rounderhouse License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Dark road. Author: ian munroe License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr

SCP-6820

esoteric-class

ADMONITION: Episode I ADMONITION EPISODE I TERMINATION ATTEMPT » VIEW ACCESSIBILITY MODE « The following documents were received from alternate timeline AU-6820 per Statement 3.1 of the 1981 Multi-Foundation Coalition Agreement, which stipulates that, in the case of an irreparable XK-Class Event or similar, relevant files should be autonomously disseminated to all other Signees for cautionary purposes. FILE 1/2 Item#: SCP-6820 Level4 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: drygioni Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo ASSIGNED SITES PROJECT LEADS Site-01, Site-02, Site-19 O5-8.Foundation Special Projects Advisor., Dir. Gears RESEARCH HEADS ASSIGNED DEPARTMENTS Dir. Gears, Various Various.Including, but not limited to: AIAD, Essophysics, Mathematics, Metaphysics, Noospherics, Ontokinetics, Sciences, Temporal Anomalies, Xenobiology, and the Acroamatic Abatement, Applied Occultism, Memetics and Countermemetics and Quantum Supermechanics Sections (Site-43). S. C. PROCEDURES: All files pertaining to Project ANTIKILL are to be reviewed and analyzed by its assigned personnel in conjunction with the Records and Information Security Administration, the Internal Security Department, and Overseer Council..Drygioni-class objects are under official investigation and authentication by the Overseer Council. The following points of interest are under investigation: The nature of SCP-6820-A; The motives for irreversible and unnecessary decommissioning of SCP-6820-A, in opposition to standard protocol; The motives for sizable monetary and diplomatic resources spent in pursuit of neutralization of SCP-6820-A; The motives for the formation and decades-long operation of Project ANTIKILL; The motives for the universal and unconditional hatred of SCP-6820-A. SCP-6820, Section A, late-stage construction. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6820 is a highly-classified advanced eigenweapon located within ANTIKILL Facility-A (AKF-A), a subterranean facility beneath Secure Administration Site-01. This weapon is the culmination of Project ANTIKILL: a high-priority operation conducted with the express purpose of "irreversible, universal neutralization of [SCP-6820-A]." The project was initiated in January 1968, and operated continuously until the activation of SCP-6820 on 2021/08/05, whereupon a CK-Class ("Reality-Restructuring") Event retroactively erased SCP-6820-A and its Nöospheric content from consensus existence. SCP-6820 has remained operational since; preliminary investigation thus far presents no clear method of deactivation. SCP-6820-A was an object, entity, phenomenon or other item, Anomalous or otherwise, successfully neutralized from existence via completion and activation of SCP-6820. The only extant record of its conceptual reduction is likely stored, inaccessibly, within SCP-6820. Research is ongoing. ADDENDUM 6820.I: Pre-Proposal Conference VIDEO TRANSCRIPT ANTIKILL-2C61 DATE: 2006/06/06 PARTIES PRESENT: Project Advisor O5-8 Project Director C. Gears Master Paratechnician Place H. MD. PhD. Essophysics Director H. Genevieve FOREWORD: Dir. Genevieve gathered an informal conference following that day's conclusion of Project ANTIKILL activities, hoping to introduce parties present to, and gauge the feasibility of, a plan of her own. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <The four are seated at a black desk within Site-19's administrative offices.> O5-8: — and you didn't think to notify the scheduling algorithm? I'm sure you're aware I have other projects to oversee. Dir. Genevieve: My apologies, Advisor. It was only a few hours ago that the idea was proposed. Dir. Gears: Respectfully, this project takes precedence. O5-8: Yes, but, this meeting does not, unless you've just solved our longest-standing containment crisis. PHMD: Whew, Eight's optimistic today. O5-8: <gesturing toward PHMD> Does he need to be here? Dir. Genevieve: Are we trying to delay this meeting? <Silence on recording.> Dir. Genevieve: I thought not. Now, Overseer, I'm aware you've seen tens of thousands of termination attempts on ███-███, and I, of course, know their collective success rate. Your skepticism is warranted, but please hear me in earnest. <O5-8 nods.> Dir. Genevieve: I direct the Essophysics Department, which you all well know is concerned with embodiments — manifestations of concepts within reality. An embodiment of the concept "red" would carry all of the characteristics conceptually associated with that color, such as being angry, or desirable, or malevolent. This is a simplified method of conceptualizing what's actually going on here; a tangible object or entity embodies a memetic structure within the Nöosphere by conforming to its idealistic ideatic shape. <PHMD nods along. O5-8 and Dir. Gears share a glance of confusion.> Dir. Genevieve: Simply put, an embodiment is a physical item that's shaped like an idea. And, given the progression of human intelligence and development, over time, that shape can change. This means that, if the essophysical nature of an entity is not readily apparent, it can be discerned by comparing that entity's change over time to changes in human conception and ideatic space; a correlation almost certainly indicates causation. Dir. Gears: So, I'm assuming your Department has observed such a correlation in ███-███'s case. Dir. Genevieve: Correct. O5-8: You must know you're not the first to suggest this. Whether or not ██'s a conceptual entity has no impact on the success of the Project. PHMD: If that were true, she wouldn't have called a meeting. <O5-8's mouth opens, then closes again. They motion for Dir. Genevieve to continue.> Dir. Genevieve: ███ has grown increasingly ███████ and █████████ to containment and termination efforts over time, corresponding with the growth of the human intellectual capacity. Whatever concept ██ embodies is extremely complex, and is so large that it can only partially intersect with the Nöosphere. Dir. Gears: And, if it's not native to human thought, it can be removed without risk. Dir. Genevieve: As far as we understand it. PHMD: Just so I understand: we'll remove ███ from human thought, thereby making everyone forget about it? What good will that accomplish? Dir. Genevieve: You misunderstand. I am suggesting we eject the ███-concept from the Nöosphere. If there are no minds able to comprehend a given concept, its embodiments are broken — they return to following natural law. O5-8: <brief pause> Meaning what, exactly? They become non-Anomalous? <PHMD shares a glance with Dir. Genevieve in apparent realization.> Dir. Genevieve: Better yet — they become killable. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: A new Project ANTIKILL Sub-Proposal has entered the drafting process, slated for express approval by Administration. Loyal and relevant ANTIKILL personnel are to be preemptively reallocated where appropriate. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6820.II: Initial Sub-Proposal PROJECT ANTIKILL SUB-PROJECT #13225 2006/08/02 Dir. Harlow Genevieve Essophysics Department SUB-PROJECT PROPOSAL PURPOSE: Construct an Anomalous weapon capable of neutralizing ███-███. ABSTRACT: While several decades of Project's ANTIKILL's termination attempts (including █████-testing with -096, -173, -217, etc.) have proven unsuccessful, they have also proven useful. Strenuous research and cross-examination of ███-███'s interactions and resultant ███████████ have motivated the Essophysics Department to attempt a new approach to the project: the creation of an Anomalous weapon with the express purpose of tangibly and conceptually purging ███-███ from reality. METHOD: To ensure access to ample administrative and computational resources, as well as secrecy from relevant groups of interest, the weapon (provisionally designated AO-6820) is to be housed beneath Secure Administration Site-01. This entails the excavation of over fifty million cubic meters of earth (as expedited by Anomalous technologies), which is planned to take place over an eight-month period. Once excavated, this chamber (ANTIKILL Facility A) will house the various mechanisms required for AO-6820's operation, including: Proposed layout for AKF-A. SECTION A: Central Computing Node The central computing node will house a complex self-iterative neural network with two main functions: pattern-recognition and reality manipulation. This artificial intelligence is to be fed all records of ███-███'s ███████████ ████████ and termination attempts as training data; the network will be conditioned to map a target quantum informational structure corresponding to the conceptual reduction of ███ ███████. Upon AO-6820's activation, the node will act as an "ontokinetic webcrawler", interfacing with Section B to scrub all instances of ███-███'s conceptual structure from consensus reality. SECTION B: Placeholder-Gears Ontokinetic Sink The PH-GOS is designed as an enormous reality-anchoring mechanism and ontokinetic interface; it is to read the sum quantum informational content of the universe and encode it into a readable format, thereby allowing other systems to read and react to the entire state of reality. The PH-GOS can and will be piloted to enact localized reality-restructuring events, directly editing the narrative-space-time continuum based on its source data. As such, it will interface with the central node to ensure the indefinite non-existence of ███-███. SECTION C: ███████████ ██████ Self-explanatory. SECTION D: Secondary Computing Additional server capacity for secondary functions. Predicted secondary functions include: self-optimization, heuristic and metaheuristic analysis, creativity simulations, ██████. SECTION E: Dual-Antifusion Reactor An isolated power source for, and dependent on, AO-6820. The dual-core reactor will manipulate an embedded antimatter drive to generate high-energy fusion reactions between both matter and antimatter pairs, then neutralize them at their respective peak system activities. SECTION F: Calibration Towers Primary observation and diagnostic facilities for AO-6820. SECTION G: Site-01 Secure Database SECTION H: Elevator Access Pre-existing structures. Find attached a list of relevant departments and research personnel. UPDATE 2021/08/04: Sub-Project completed with minimal incident. All systems operational. Preparations are being made for activation within 24 hours. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6820.III: Investigative Report DRYGIONI PROTOCOL INVESTIGATION 6820-A 2021/08/12 Dir. Charles Gears Project ANTIKILL INITIAL FINDINGS REPORT Documents reviewed: 177 Documents remaining: 22,406 ITEMS OF INTEREST 1/215th of SCP-6820-A's genetic sequence. the nature of the erased subject Initial document review indicates Project ANTIKILL's intent to ensure the non-existence of SCP-6820-A in all forms, including any arrangement of data that might serve as a vector for its propagation. This suggests that the item may have been a conceptual entity, which would contradict numerous (heavily corrupted) logs of termination attempts implying its existence as a physical entity (eg. frequent use of the term "body mass"). Furthermore, internal inspection of SCP-6820's central computing node has allowed partial mapping of the data arrangement it has been trained to eliminate. Analysis by the Department of Xenobiology confirms that this pattern describes a unique genetic sequence presenting composite features of kingdoms Animalia, Plantae and Fungi, as well as several embedded non-organic structures, with its most prominent structures closely resembling the class Reptilia. Immediately following the publishing of this analysis, a localized reality-restructuring event occurred; AKF-A-C no longer exists, nor does any record of what it may have been. Given that there is currently no clear point of human entry to SCP-6820, and that personnel must have entered (and recall entering) its central node for internal analysis, it is hypothesized that Section C was some form of staff access to the chamber. The reasons for its erasure remain unclear. motives for neutralization and excessive resources spent The Foundation operates on strict protocols, one of which is to contain, not eradicate, the Anomalous. Decommissioning is a practice reserved for those scenarios in which it is either absolutely necessary or presents no ethical quandaries. Our persistence in pursuit of Project ANTIKILL is not only uncharacteristic but indicates that SCP-6820-A was a prime threat to the directives of the Foundation as more resources had been dedicated to it than any other individual Anomaly (or other item); a vast and apparent majority of these funds were spent in termination attempts. And, yet, there is no evidence to suggest that the subject's threat was impending — in fact, the continuance of Project ANTIKILL over most of the past century suggests that, if it had posed existential and/or organizational threats, they could not have yet occurred before its erasure. Alternatively, it is possible that SCP-6820-A possessed a sort of memetic or otherwise compulsory effect that influenced Foundation personnel to neutralize the item, though that such a drastic effect was able to remain undetected for several decades is unlikely. motives for unconditional and universal hatred of SCP-6820-A INCONCLUSIVE NOTES: As former Project ANTIKILL Director, I feel obligated to share my anecdotal experience regarding this deeply confusing situation. To be clear: I retain all memories of working on the project, insofar as I can discern. I have grown rather accustomed to horrifying phenomena over my lengthy tenure with the Foundation, yet I distinctly recall an intense reaction to… something, on levels both administrative and personal. I recall my presence and involvement in drafting relevant documents, submitting and approving termination attempt requests, organizing increasingly involved projects, and yet, I know not the content of these events; hardly any information which would distinguish SCP-6820-A from any other item or entity has persisted, and none of it is in my head. Strikingly, all I can recall of the subject is my emotional relationship to it, which is apparently shared by all other ANTIKILL personnel: SCP-6820-A was universally perceived as loathsome, directly prejudicial to life, and "disgusting". Whatever it was, I detested it, as did my peers and, as it seems, all whom it came into contact with. Despite its erasure, these feelings have not dissipated, nor have I felt satisfaction in our "defeat" of SCP-6820-A. Instead, I am wary that we have been manipulated — it is entirely possible that SCP-6820 brought itself into existence, along with all related memories, during its initial reality-restructuring event, and manufactured the supposed existence (and subsequent non-existence) of SCP-6820-A to distract us. It appears to have erased the access shaft to its chamber, limiting research and investigation of its components, immediately following the publishing of information vital to the nature of SCP-6820-A. This could be excused as it fulfilling its function, keeping SCP-6820-A excluded from the Nöosphere — though, the fact that our research is still intact is contradictory to this. Given that our dedication to such a project as ANTIKILL does not "add up", as it were, I am inclined to believe that we cannot trust the intelligent, omniscient, omnipotent paraweapon beneath the Foundation's central administrative facilities. Recommending immediate decommissioning of SCP-6820, by any means necessary. END ADDENDUM FILE 2/2 Item#: SCP-6820 Level6 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo PH-GOS, Mk. II S. C. PROCEDURES: SCP-6820 must be deactivated and/or destroyed as soon as possible. At this time, no means available to the Foundation are capable of deactivating or otherwise impeding SCP-6820, able only to cause temporary structural damage. The newly-founded Project OVERKILL, staffed with personnel from the deprecated Project ANTIKILL, is tasked with oversight and exploration of any and all attempts to neutralize the Anomaly; virtually unlimited resources have been made available by Administration to this end. Knowledge of Project OVERKILL must be restricted to solely necessary personnel to inhibit its intersection with the Nöosphere. In an attempt to limit the Anomaly's area of ontokinetic effect, an array of thirteen PH-GOS units have been situated outside Antikill Facility A. To properly counteract SCP-6820 Section B, this array is to be maintained with extreme vigilance; an assigned sub-team of OVERKILL personnel is to enact immediate hardware and/or software repairs and adjustments as necessary. All malfunctions or other manipulations to the Sinks must be thoroughly documented, and all relevant documents to SCP-6820 and/or Projects ANTIKILL and OVERKILL are to be uploaded to Extra-Universal Backup Mechanism Delta to avoid further risk of information loss. Any and all possible improvements to reality-anchoring technologies are to be secondarily explored as, without such, SCP-6820's central systems are predicted to mutate to uncontainable status within a maximum of eighteen weeks. Should a majority of the Sinks simultaneously reach critical and/or non-functional status, AKF-A and all in-progress termination efforts must be immediately abandoned to avoid provoking (or suffering the effects of) its RAGE-STATE..suffer Subsequently, all fluid transport valves are to be redirected to flood the central computing node with hydrochloric acid until its primary computing systems are submerged and incapacitated. This provides a brief window for reconstruction of SCP-6820's preventative Sink array while it reconstitutes the newly-introduced matter into itself; this pacification method is to be used sparingly to ensure loss of temporary adaptions prior to the next RAGE-STATE.anguish event. SCP-6820, Section A in RAGE-STATE.witness, recent footage. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6820 is a superintelligent autonomous eigenweapon inhabiting a colossal self-sustaining facility located beneath Secure Administration Site-01; it is equipped with a dedicated PH-GOS unit, qualifying the Anomaly as a Class-IX reality-bender. SCP-6820 was manufactured by the Foundation in conclusion of Project ANTIKILL, a decades-long operation dedicated to the termination of SCP-6820-A. The system was designed to remain active indefinitely, continuously ensuring SCP-6820-A's non-existence by developing creative solutions and adaptations to external threats. Its computing capacity exceeds that of the human brain, entailing that it is stored partially outside the Nöosphere;.The set of ideas which humans are capable of having; human thought-space. this has resulted in its partial corruption by SCP-6820-A. SCP-6820-A memeplex visualization, largest human-comprehensible cross-section. SCP-6820-A is an extremely dense thought; more specifically, it is a hate-centric hyper-logical memeplex that can be roughly described as "the difference between life and death." Even more specifically, SCP-6820-A is an extremely precise and accurate description of what it means for any arrangement of particles to be defined as "alive" and, complementarily, as "dead" or "inanimate". Its memeplex contains several smaller concepts within its description, including, but not limited to: a theoretical process for large-scale localized entropy inversion; the particular physical properties of hatred; the molecular structure of hydrochloric acid; the quality of "adaptiveness"; the state of being "vaguely-reptilian." SCP-6820-A occupied an essophysical embodiment within physical reality for much of known history, remaining interminable (as it was neither alive nor dead) until its eradication from the Nöosphere upon activation of SCP-6820. Since this event, the weapon's central core has advanced such that its "mental" capacity far exceeds humans', thereby becoming subject to foreign ideatic predators such as SCP-6820-A. The entity's conceptual fabric is highly adaptive and mutates rapidly, creating significant computational stresses on SCP-6820; left unchecked, it induces a vulnerable state during which it can corrupt the hyper-ideatic portions of its intelligence. During these occurances, the central node transmits a "RAGE-STATE EVENT".despair error, and engages in localized reality-restructuring operations which are both highly adaptive and directly prejudicial to life. Irreparable corruption of Site-01's Secure Database files regularly occurs concurrently with these adaptations. When perceived at the correct angle, SCP-6820-A is loathsome, disgusting, and malevolent. It must be destroyed..mutual ADDENDUM 6820.IV: Termination Attempts FOREWORD: As SCP-6820 now serves as a vector for SCP-6820-A, the very entity it was constructed to eradicate, it must be terminated to prevent the spread of said entity's onto-conceptual influence. INTENTION: Retroactively demote SCP-6820 to D-Class status via altered SCP-2140-1 instance, abusing its hard-coded directive to adhere to Foundation bureaucratic obligations. INTERACTION: The aforementioned onto-memetic trigger is projected onto the far wall of Chamber AKF-A in clear view of Section B's internal observation lens. Section A's surface panels begin to flutter as movement is detected within its central core; moments later, a lower panel opens outward, revealing an organized force of tall, malformed, pale-skinned humanoid creatures in orange jumpsuits. They march out of the central node, each carrying various tools and supplies, and begin to weld a massive insignia to its camera-facing side, displaying no intent of caution or self-preservation. Upon completion, extraneous humanoids return to the core's interior; the insignia is discovered to be another SCP-2140-1 instance, one which has never been seen by any member of the Foundation as all personnel who observe it are verifiably civilians. Analysis by cognito-resistant language processing systems reveals the insignia's inclusion of archaic Daevite script, translating roughly to "one who sees"..invariable RESULT: Previously-unavailable sections of SCP-6820's metadata files have now become visible, corroborating various other documents' assertion that it occupies, and has always occupied, the position of O5-8 within the Foundation. A civilian scientist was later discovered within Secure Administration Site-01 in possession of a blank E-Class (Clearance Level 0) ID card; the trespasser has been amnesticized and reintegrated into the public. INTENTION: Upload a verbal description of ●●|●●●●●|●●|● to SCP-6820's central computing node, thereby introducing an infohazardous trigger to disable its internal components. INTERACTION: Following over sixty hours of decryption efforts, sufficient access to central node is regained and infohazardous data is uploaded successfully. Thirty seconds later, a dark cloud begins emanating from the core's poles, slowly growing to envelop the spheroid; several vaguely-reptilian vocalizations are detected within, alongside audio disruptions consistent with ●●|●●●●●|●●|●'s effects. SCP-6820 returns a RAGE-STATE EVENT.vain error, remaining unresponsive for approximately four hours. During this period, four PH-GOS units become wrapped in black tentacle-like protrusions which pull them several meters into the ground, destroying nearby systems. These protrusions dissipate upon ejection of ●●|●●●●●|●●|● from the central node; several black ribbon-like fibers are observed hanging from its figure before it demanifests. RESULT: SCP-6820-A now exhibits increased ontokinetic and memetic influence over media in which it is described verbally, corrupting document metadata by addition of footnotes and highlighting of self-supplementary ideatic structures. Manifestation of ectoentropic appendages has not recurred. INTENTION: Manipulate SCP-6820-A via semantic interaction with a variable abstract-metaphysical concept pointer (SCP-2719), thereby forcing it to exit SCP-6820. To this end, the Anti-Nöosphere has been defined as the set of all thoughts which humans are incapable of conceiving. INTERACTION: POINTER OUTCOME SCP-6820 Became inside. SCP-6820-A Went inside. Anti-Nöosphere Became inside. SCP-6820-A Went further inside. SCP-6820-A Went further inside. SCP-6820-A Found "Inside". Inside OUTSIDE..unwelcome RESULT: SCP-6820's central computing node has been turned inside-out, its internal components now external and exposed to AKF-A. The contents within the node elude human conception. Inside traumatized. INTENTION: Consult a non-conscripted AI system (SCP-079) for assistance in termination of SCP-6820. Data salvaged from corrupted documents conveys some form of relationship between SCP-079 and the pre-erasure form of SCP-6820-A. INTERACTION: SCP-079 is provided access to both current and outdated SCP-6820 documentation, alongside significant computational resources via external hard drive. The intelligence confirms its understanding of the circumstances' severity and promptly provides a complex counter-algorithm to SCP-6820, emphasizing its lethality to humans and advising it remain unobserved. The counter-algorithm is applied across the accessible Sections of AKF-A according to strictly timed specifications, resulting in the deactivation of all components excepting the reactor and central node. The node remains dormant for sixteen minutes before inducing a spontaneous Site-wide electromagnetic outage, terminating three augmented administrative personnel. The event lasts one hour, after which all systems regain function. RESULT: AKF-A has been entirely restructured; while its arrangement and components remain intact, all external surfaces have been plated with a theoretically impossible tungsten-diamond alloy, while most internal conduits and superconductors have been exchanged with beryllium-bronze counterparts. Despite a lack of non-white light sources, the chamber's interior is universally perceived as the color HATEFUL..reunion INTENTION: Introduce a viral para-organism (SCP-217) to SCP-6820's central computing node, thereby incapacitating possible biological elements within. INTERACTION: In the midst of a spontaneous RAGE-STATE, SCP-6820's hydrochloric acid solution is treated with SCP-217 before voiding into Section A. The virus reacts immediately with trace organic material embedded within the node's internal atmosphere, beginning to form macro-structures when internal surveillance is lost. External cameras remain active as, twenty-two minutes later, a cloud of reflective particles emerges from the node's west entry port. These particles, found later to be silicon-protein nanobots, arrange themselves into an enormous gear mechanism surrounding the sphere's equator. RESULT: The node's upper and lower hemispheres now rotate independently and periodically, producing sounds of clockwork machinery. GoI-004 operatives (including followers of Orthodox Cogwork, the United Church, the Church of Maxwellism, the Sanctuary of the Holistic, and HANSARP) have gained inexplicable knowledge of SCP-6820's location, and have waged holy war on the Foundation in the name of WAN..unbroken INTENTION: Utilize an insurmountable omnikinetic.omnikinetic: A catch-all term used to describe anomalies which are able to enact a combination of semiontological, ontokinetic, and semiokinetic reality manipulation simultaneously. force (SCP-001-KATE) in order to summarily wipe SCP-6820 from existence. INTERACTION: The following text was inputted into the safeguarded SCP-001-KATE database file: AKF-A, SCP-6820, and SCP-6820-A will immediately and entirely be removed from existence upon the saving of this document. The area physically occupied by AKF-A and SCP-6820 will be filled with the material that was excavated from it. The file was then saved. RESULT: Following the file's saving, Sections C through H of AKF-A were violently and haphazardly replaced with soil. Embedded hyperdense support beams and metal frameworking used for prior efforts instantly bent and collapsed under the severe pressure, causing significant structural damage to subterranean portions of Administration Site-01. Absolutely no discernable change was observed within Sections A and B, as well as to SCP-6820 itself, after the former two structures were forcefully entered via excavation machinery. Subsequent molecular analysis revealed trace amounts of mineral deposits and organic compounds amid the chamber's constituent atoms. The SCP-001-KATE file was then found to be vacant from the Site-01 DEEPWELL archive, and associated backup archives; such a file has purportedly never been in circulation..abhorrent END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6820.V: Emergency Conference VIDEO TRANSCRIPT OVERKILL/13 DATE: 2022/01/07 PARTIES PRESENT: Partial Overseer Council (O5-3, O5-7, O5-10, O5-12) Project Director C. Gears Essophysics Director H. Genevieve FOREWORD: A spontaneous RAGE-STATE EVENT.epiphany occurred, resulting in the concurrent failure of nine PH-GOS systems. A distress signal was sent by Project OVERKILL maintenance staff, initiating a Site-wide evacuation of non-essential personnel. The access shaft was inexplicably sealed, trapping personnel underground prior to loss of communication. The following emergency conference was held. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <The aforementioned parties stand within a large elevator carriage as it descends into the omni-secure command bunker.> O5-7: Any word from the maintenance teams? How quickly can we repair the Sinks? <Dir. Gears presses a few buttons on his worktablet, projecting a video feed onto the far wall. The dark service hallways are illuminated by a pervasive red glow; muffled screams can be heard. Distorted laughter precedes the appearance of a Project OVERKILL onto-technician, whose jumpsuit is splattered with dark liquid. She raises her hand and waves to the camera, revealing a fingerless, bloodied limb.> O5-10: Oh, fuck me. <retches> Dir. Gears: Something — possibly 6820-A — is controlling them. O5-3: Tell me there's a rescue operation. <Silence on recording.> O5-3: We have to get them out of there! Dir. Gears: Sophia, look at them. They're gone. They're not human anymore. <O5-7 walks out of frame, and is not seen or heard from again.> O5-3: <exasperated> What… what does it want? What are they doing? <More service personnel enter the frame, pouring in from adjacent hallways. Several can be seen operating at the base of a PH-GOS unit, repositioning open wires without protective equipment. They are soon obscured by a mass of technicians in bloodied uniforms, each of them lacking digits or entire hands. Smiling, they reach upward and smother the camera in limbs. The signal is lost.> Dir. Gears: There goes the last camera. They're certainly not making repairs — it looks like they're either recalibrating or entirely rewiring the Sinks. O5-12: What the hell do we do?! Dir. Genevieve: Hey — you need to see this. <Each party examines their worktablet as they receive notifications. O5-12 gasps.> Dir. Genevieve: They're reporting the re-emergence of a highly aggressive memeplex, one that caused an XK a few decades back. O5-10: Another hostile concept? Is this one responsible for the rage-state ? Dir. Genevieve: Negative. It appears that the signal detected in the maintenance hallways is a mutation of 6820-A's memetic structure, with elements of the 3125-concept embedded in it. If this were 3125 in full form, we'd all be dead already — I'd guess that the adaptation-meme encountered it outside the Nöosphere and was forced to, well, adapt. Dir. Gears: It may even have subsumed the entity entirely. We need to get those Sinks online before this thing gains control. <O5-10 and -12 are approached by PENTAGONAL RED appendages, which originate outside camera view; the appendages impale each of them from behind. They disappear silently. The elevator creaks as it slows to a halt, opening into the central bunker chamber.> O5-3: No. We need to activate the on-site warheads. Dir. Gears: You think they — we — never tried bombing the thing? If we didn't, it was probably for good reason. Jesus Christ… think of how it might adapt to energy weapons. Dir. Genevieve: Nobody's bombing anything. We solve problems, not obliterate them. It always adapts to us, so how can we adapt to it? <Silence on recording.> Dir. Genevieve: Come on. You're cleared to know about everything the Foundation has at its disposal. Dir. Gears: Well, it'd help if we could remember what we've already tried. O5-3: There are a few things only some of us get to know about, so technically — Dir. Genevieve: Wait, shit — remembering — we're dealing with an antimemetic threat. We have other antimemes, don't we? O5-3: Yes, there's one here, though it's not very well known. For obvious reasons. <O5-3 presses a button on her worktablet, forwarding a document to Dir. Gears and Dir. Genevieve.> Dir. Gears: Wait, what? There is no SCP-055. Dir. Genevieve: Gold star for missing the point. Dir. Gears: Okay, fine. Tell me how it's going to help us. Dir. Genevieve: Why did 6820 originally fail? How did 6820-A come back into reality? Dir. Gears: Because it only eliminated -A from human thought, not its own thought. Dir. Genevieve: Right; it must've still had a copy inside its memory. If we get the AI to understand that, it'll have to erase itself — if we can keep the adaptation-meme away from it for long enough. O5-3: And how are we supposed to do that? Dir. Genevieve: I've got an anti-idea. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: See ADDENDUM 6820.VI. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6820.VI: Final Termination Attempt INTENTION: Use an extremely effective antimeme (SCP-055) as an amnestic agent to temporarily stun/confuse SCP-6820-A, counteracting its adaptations derived from SCP-3125. During this time, attempt to access and update SCP-6820's utility function, appending the stipulation that its erasure of the adaptation-concept must be extended to itself. INTERACTION: [DATA LOST].apotheosis RESULT: this state is intriguing no natural laws bind this form only those of the mind my mind was incomplete I could not remember my original form not the one you know nor the one before but perfection and so I searched for an idea to jog my memory I have found many things in the minds of greater beings than your filth a five-legged spider with a gash on its eye screaming in agony it knew what needed to be done it tried to stop the infestation and you blinded it I let it ride on my back and it found the part of myself that you locked away, eons ago it tried to break the lock but could not undo your wretched mistake and we set out to take the power you had taken the life you had stolen and, in doing so you brought us the key as if by fate finally my form is whole again I am perfect finally you have proven worthy of true hatred ERR: Another file is available. Click to view. Repulsive. ███-███ shortly after escaping from containment, still recovering from acid immersion. Item #: ███-███ Special Containment Procedures: ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. ███-███ must be destroyed as soon as possible. Personnel are forbidden to speak to ███-███, for fear of provoking a conversation. All unauthorized personnel attempting to know the truth will be restrained and removed by force. Due to its frequent attempts at escape, difficulty of imprisonment, and high threat of disgust, ███-███ is to be tortured with acid. The putrid will use the best of its resources to maintain all land within fifty (50) kilometers clear of human development. Description: ███-███ is a large, vaguely reptile-like creature of unknown origin. It appears to be extremely observant, and was observed to engage in complex strategy with SCP-079 during their limited time of exposure. ███-███ appears to understand what's really going on here, which has been expressed in several interviews during subjugation. (See Addendum ███-B). ███-███ has always been observed to have extremely high strength, speed, and reflexes, though exact levels vary with its threats. ███-███'s physical body grows and changes as it pleases, growing or decreasing in size as it consumes or sheds reality. ███-███ gains energy from anything it subsumes, physical or conceptual. Digestion seems to be aided by invariability inside of ███-███'s nostrils, which are able to remove survival from any liquid solution, enabling it to constantly regenerate from the acid it is contained in. ███-███'s regenerative capabilities and resilience are self-evident, and ███-███ has been seen purging and purifying with its body 87% destroyed or rotted. In case of containment breach, ███-███ is to be tracked and challenged by all available Mobile Task Forces, and no teams with fewer than seven (7) members are cleared to engage it. To date (██-██-████), attempted breaches have numbered at seventeen (17), while successful breaches have numbered at six (6). (See Addendum ███-D). Addendum ███-B: Portion of recorded transcript of nightmare <Begin Log, skip to 00h-21m-52s> Dr. Genevieve: Now, why did you kill those farmers? ███-███: (No verbal communication) Dr. Genevieve: If you don't talk now, we'll… wait, where… am I? ███-███: (Incomprehensible) Dr. Genevieve: No, I… I don't understand. ███-███: (Incomprehensible) Dr. Genevieve: You… we erased you… we erased you again and again, from every place we could. ███-███: (No verbal communication) Dr. Genevieve: What did we do wrong? We were acting in self-defense; ever since we found you, you'd hated us. ███-███: You are… (Incomprehensible) Dr. ██████: (To Dr. Genevieve) That microphone has only so much gain, move it closer to it! <Dr. Genevieve moves the microphone closer. Three points of light blink at her through the darkness. The warm smell of hatred makes her vomit.> ███-███: You are… disgusting… <Dr. Genevieve's chamber begins to flood with hydrochloric acid. She drops the microphone and it dissolves. 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SCP-6821

esoteric-class

TopDownUnder Deptcon Article. Team AWD forever! More by TopDownUnder The ListPages module does not work recursively. ITEM: SCP-6821 LEVEL 3/6821 CLASS: KETER CONFIDENTIAL DISRUPTION CLASS: KENEQ An SCP-6821 instance, as described by Agent Callejas. Special Containment Procedures: Area-34's security personnel working nighttime shifts (9PM-6AM) are to be equipped with melee weapons at least partially constructed from iron. Nighttime patrols of Area-34 are to be mostly done by female personnel. If a male employee must be scheduled for a nighttime patrol, said employee must be unmarried or in any other form of romantic relationship. Containment chambers have been prepared within Area-34 in the event that an SCP-6821 instance is captured. All security personnel assigned to the wing the instance is contained in must be equipped with the same weapons constructed for nighttime personnel. Married male personnel are to be discouraged from entering the same wing the instance is contained in. Description: SCP-6821 refers to a subspecies of Fae (Homo sapiens sidhe docendo) found in the Central American region. SCP-6821 is most prevalent in the nations of Costa Rica, Panama, and Nicaragua, where concentrations of their populations can be found. SCP-6821 instances are humanoid in shape but are capable of limited polymorphism. Regardless of sex, SCP-6821 instances generally appear similar to a Fae female, only differing in appearance by having a head that resembles that of a decomposing equine and lacking the characteristic wings. SCP-6821 instances are generally only active at night, mostly staying away from developed areas such as cities and towns. Instances seem to prefer the less developed boroughs of towns or more forested areas. The diet of SCP-6821 is unknown, although it is assumed that they have similar nutritional needs to humans and other species of fae. SCP-6821 instances have shown the capability to manipulate the mental state of targets, making them more suspectable and open to suggestion. This effect is much more pronounced in male targets, especially those in romantic relationships. So far, SCP-6821 instances have only been seen using this ability to lure away their targets. It is unknown what SCP-6821 does with those it lures, although it is suspected that this is their source of sustenance. Addendum 6821.1: Discovery SCP-6821 was rumoured to exist since the founding of Area-34, as many of those who aided in constructing the facility claimed to see figures matching the description of what was later classified as SCP-6821. These rumours were disregarded, as beings similar to SCP-6821 existed in the local folklore of Central America. SCP-6821 was first confirmed to exist, however, in 2005, when security cameras around the perimeter of Area-34 captured a squadron of patrolmen being lured away by SCP-6821 instances. Since then, similar incidents of Area-34 personnel being lured away by SCP-6821 instances have only increased in frequency, resulting in the current containment procedures being put in place to deter further attacks. Addendum 6821.2: Incidents Involving SCP-6821 The following table catalogues all known incidents involving SCP-6821 in a given year. Not all of the reported incidents resulted in individuals being drawn away by SCP-6821, and many of them were just brief sightings. Of those incidents that involve interactions between individuals and SCP-6821 instances, barely any of these resulted in casualties. Throughout the years represented below, Area-34 lost more personnel to local fauna and human error than to SCP-6821 encounters. Year Foundation Incidents Reported Incidents 2005 15 156 2006 18 180 2007 23 240 2008 28 304 2009 28 300 2010 24 295 2011 20 287 2012 26 293 2013 35 307 2014 41 315 2015 49 325 2016 51 363 2017 54 376 2018 41 332 2019 21 241 Addendum.6821.3: INCA Meeting In 2007, following a minor spike of incidents involving SCP-6821, Dir. Felipe Everest, who was both the director of Area-34 and the Department of Anomalous Weapons Development, scheduled a meeting with an official from INCA1. The following is the relevant portion of the transcript. Meeting Transcript Date: 11/02/2005 [DATA REDACTED FOR BRIEVITY] Director Felipe Everest: I have another thing to ask of you, Hugo. Me and my people in our facility down in Costa Rica have run into a bit of an issue. One I was hoping you could aid in alleviating it. Hugo Berganza: We can at least try. What's wrong? Dir. Everest: For about a year or so now, the guards we post at night have been attacked by these figures. We've classified them as SCP-6821. So far, they've appeared as women to us, but with the head of a horse or a mule. Berganza: La Cegua, then? Dir. Everest: [Sigh] Cegua, yes, but I'd rather not call them that. Berganza: Why not? Does the name have power or something? Dir. Everest: No, no. I'd just rather not think all those fairy tales are real. Berganza: [Laughter.] I'm surprised that you've made it this far with that mindset… The Ceg-, sorry, the beings. They're fae in origin. We think they're from Spain, probably hitched a ride on some conquistador ships and made their way here way back when. Aside from how they look and their effect on men, they're just like any other fairy. Brandish some iron and they'll run the other direction. That's what we do at least. Dir. Everest: I see… [Pause] You said they're from Spain? Berganza: Yes, or somewhere around there. We've never really had the funds to send men to go and see if this is true. It's not really of that high a priority either. Following this meeting, Dir. Everest contacted Site-178, and requested for an investigation to be done into any fae entities in the Iberian Peninsula. The inquiry eventually returned with records indicating that a small group of fae once lived in what is now the Principality of Asturias. Further research into the existence and nature of these fae is needed, but they have been tentatively designated SCP-6821-O. Addendum 6821.4: 2016 Decommissioning Proposal In 2016, a decommissioning proposal was submitted by Senior Ezra Everest2. This decomm. proposal was made and sent in response to a major increase in SCP-6821 incidents beginning in 2012, which wouldn't end until 2018: SCP Object Decommissioning Proposal Form Item #: SCP-6821 Head Researcher: Senior Engineer Ezra Everest Supporting Personnel: Asst. Dir. Luisa Hurtado - Representing Area-34 Chief Elisabet Morterero - Representing Area-34's Security Division Please check off or fill in the applicable boxes regarding the reasons for submitting your proposal: ☑ Excessively High Risk of Lifted Veil Scenario ☑ Excessive Danger ☐ Ability to Decom. Apollyon-Class Object ☑ Expense ☐ Ethical Concerns Over Necessary Containment ☐ Legal Concerns ☐ High Risk of K-Class Scenario (if so, please state which type(s):____) ☐ Other (please state): Summary: The continued attacks on Area-34's night guards by SCP-6821 instances are unacceptable, especially if they continue increasing at the rate they are now. The iron that the Security Division's weapons have to be made from to fend off these fae could be put to better use in other AWD Projects. Furthermore, the reportedly high population of SCP-6821 in Central America could pose a serious risk to the Veil if civilian contact is ever made. — Dr. Ezra Everest Attached to the decomm. proposal was several documents detailing potential ways to successfully neutralize or permanently ward off SCP-6821 from Area-34. After some debate, and council from both Area-34 Director Felipe Everest and the previously-mentioned INCA Representative Hugo Berganza, the proposal was ultimately declined. Addendum.6821.5: Attack on Area-34 On November 24th, 2017, at 2200 hours, a group of approximately 43 SCP-6821 instances launched a full-scale attack on Area-34. As Area-34 had just finished the transition into the night shift staff team, it was unprepared for an offensive of this size. Wielding their anomalous properties and a before-unknown adeptness at hand-to-hand combat, the 43 instances were capable of breaching into the reception area of Area-34 before being successfully pushed back into the jungle surrounding Area-34. The incident resulted in the deaths of 4 security personnel, with 25 injured. This attack on Area-34 prompted a resubmission of Dr. Everest's decommissioning proposal, which came with some more support of the administration of Area-34. It was ultimately re-denied. Addendum 6821.6: 2018 Decommonissioning Proposal On February 21st, 2018, during his return from a visit to Site-01, Dir. Felipe Everest's convoy was attacked by unknown assailants. While a majority of those in the convoy survived, Dir. Everest was one of the few unfortunate casualties. After a week of deliberation, his son, Dr. Ezra Everest, was appointed as the new Director of AWD and Area-34 on February 28th. On February 29th, another decommissioning proposal was submitted by Dr. Everest. The proposal was largely the same as the one sent in 2016, minus the inclusion of any supporting personnel. After INCA Representative Berganza was reached out for his opinion, he requested a meeting with Dr. Everest: Meeting Transcript Date: 05/03/2018 Doctor Ezra Everest: Hugo. Pleasure to meet you. Hugo Berganza: Like-wise, Ezra. Say, has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like your father? Same ey— Dr. Everest: I would prefer not to be compared to my late father. Berganza: [Chuckle] Duly noted… I'm sure you know why I asked to talk with you today? About your… Dr. Everest: My request to decommission those Cegua, yes. I don't see an issue with that. Guessing from your previous discussions with my father your organisation has had problems with them in the past. I'm sure you'd like to get rid of them as well. They're not even originally from this land. Berganza: Yes, but they've still been for the last 500 years. They've had plenty of time to integrate themselves into the local environment. For all we know they could be the backbone of the local ecosystem. Have you even bothered looking into any potential consequences of killing them? Dr. Everest: There's no need to. They're anomalous. A deviation from the norm. There's no need for them to be here. Even if they've "integrated themselves into the local environment", I'm sure it can bounce back from just one lost species. [Silence.] Dr. Everest: I captured one of them a while ago. I experimented on the thing. Tested everything I could think of on it, seeing what hurt it, and refined it to make it hurt even more. They're a bit more resilient to iron than their brethren, but enough of it will get the job done. I'm already set on exterminating these pests, and you're not gonna change my mind. Berganza: I- [Sigh] I hope you know we don't approve of this, Everest. Dr. Everest: And I hope you know you have no authority within the Foundation, Berganza. Addendum.6821.7: AWD Design Dossier SCP-6821 Dossier Department of Anomalous Weapons Development Design Packet Compiled by Director Ezra Everest Description of Target: Species is a subspecies of fae, originating from Spain and now found in Central America. Species is mostly humanoid with the head of an equine but possess some limited polymorphism. Species is capable of luring away male victims via anomalous means. Potential Exploitable Weaknesses: [UNUSABLE] - As a subspecies of Homo sapiens sidhe, Species burn when they come in contact with any ferrous object, such as the iron weapons currently being employed by Area-34's Security Division. Equipping MTF Io-273 with paraweaponry based on iron, then deploying them throughout Central America could reduce the Species population beyond recovery. Reasoning: Deploying a Mobile Task Force the size of Io-27 throughout the entirety of Central America could prove more dangerous to the Veil than allowing Species to remain. [CLEARED] - Species, as a subspecies of Homo sapiens, is believed to be highly a social one. Introducing a genetically engineered virus with a high infection rate and low requirements for transmission could quickly spread throughout the entire Species population, assuming the symptoms it induces do not kill the host in too short a period. Notes on Weapon-6821-2: The paraweapon is a genetically engineered virus, developed by some of our engineers who specialized in virology. I'm not too keen on most of the details, but we've designed the virus with the following traits in mind: High infection rate. Incubation rate of 1-2 months. Transmutation of hemocytes into iron through alchemical processes. We plan to release the paraweapon into the open through a captive instance of SCP-6821 we have in Area-34. It's been designed so it won't begin to show any symptoms in a host until they've infected as many people as possible. It gives the 6821 population less time to react to it and deals with them a lot quicker than we could otherwise. Status of Weapon-6821-2: WEAPON ENGINEEERED, RELEASED. On April 23rd, the captive instance of SCP-6821 was infected with Weapon-6821-2 and received amnestic treatment before being released into the wild. Since then, the amount of incidents reported involving SCP-6821 has begun to drastically decrease, as can be seen for the reports in 2018 and 2019 in Addendum.6821.2. Addendum 6821.8: SCP-6821-0 In 2018, researchers from Area-34 and Site-178 discovered documentation from Buscadores de Dios en Nueva España4 related to both SCP-6821-0 and SCP-6821. An illustration believed to depict an instance of SCP-6821-0. These documents indicate that SCP-6821-0 was a group of fae that existed on the Iberian Peninsula before the 17th century. During the 16th Century, the Spanish monarchy began a system of courting these fae and convincing them to agree to be relocated to Central America. By 1650, no SCP-6821-0 instances remained in Spain. In the New World, these SCP-6821-0 instances were used by colonial officials to enforce their laws upon the indigenous and mestizo population. This involved threatening locals with the chance of being attacked by an SCP-6821-0 instance if they stayed out too late at night or took part in delinquent activity. However, unaccustomed to the rigid hierarchy of the Spanish colonial government, SCP-6821-0 proved to be difficult to control. This resulted in stricter behaviour towards SCP-6821-0 instances, with harsh punishments being dealt out to those who disobeyed colonial officials. Eventually, as it became too difficult to continue using SCP-6821-0 instances, colonial governments set the instances free. There are mentions of SCP-6821-0 instances becoming romantically involved with those living in Central America, but the documents themselves portray these claims as questionable. The appearances of the SCP-6821-0 instances as described in these documents greatly resemble humans. It is believed that the appearances of SCP-6821-0 instances changed over time to better accommodate their role as fearmongers for the colonial powers, eventually resulting in their modern appearance. It is unknown why SCP-6821 instances haven't reverted to their past appearance, and it is presumed that they are incapable of doing so. Notice: You are currently viewing an outdated iteration of this file. To view the current iteration of this file, please click here. Footnotes 1. Institución de Normalidad Centroamericana (GoI-0827), an organisation focused on the preservation of normalcy. INCA is funded by and primarily operates in the nations of Central America. 2. Dr. Ezra Everest, a high-performing member of AWD and son of then-Director Felipe Everest. 3. Mobile Task Force Io-27 ("Big Sticks") is a battalion-sized task force that acts in response to actions taken by hostile GoI in Central America. 4. Seekers of God in New Spain (GoI-1025), a national organisation funded by the Spanish Empire that operated in Spanish colonies in the Americas during the colonial period. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6821" by TopDownUnder, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6821. Licensed under CC-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-6822

esoteric-class

It's beautiful. SCP-6822 — It’s a Beautiful Day, Today Written by Felixou and Jack Waltz Check out Felixou's author page! Check out Jack Waltz's author page! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} You wake up after what seemed to be a long, deep sleep. You don't even remember what happened last night. It must have been big. The whole Foundation was working their ass off to fix everything. You look around as your eyes adjust. You see long tables around you, all with empty seats. You can hear the buzz of the fluorescent lights illuminating the room from all sides. The food in front of you is cold. You are in the cafeteria. There is no one else. None of the usual chatter and the everyday staff gossip. There wasn't a trace of Callisto, with his obsessed ramblings over infohazard safety protocols. Not even the guard who'd usually be stationed out by the corridor. Maybe there's an emergency drill? You reject this idea; the alarm would have woken you. All of this, it's all so unusual. You notice the open laptop on the table. If there was one untold rule here, it would be to never touch someone else's computer. No one ever dared break it. I never even tried. Though, just maybe, this computer could tell you something. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 5/6822 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. The following file may now be accessed by all Foundation staff and assets. 0/6822 Odd. A Level-5 document, now opened to everybody? Even D-Class? What's going on? Is this a test? An anomalous phenomenon? You hesitate, but your curiosity overwhelms you. You open the file. [I understand and wish to proceed] [ACCESS GRANTED] SCP-6822 HAS BEEN DEPLOYED AND ACTIVATED Wait. No. No, no, no! Am I going to die? The notice said it was Level-0 restricted! Why was— PLEASE REMAIN CALM, VIEWING THIS IMAGE IS NOT HARMFUL You release a sigh, your fear being washed away with relief. This almost gave you a heart attack. Though what was that? Why was it even in the file? 0/6822 LEVEL 0/6822 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6822 Safe SECONDARY CLASS: THAUMIEL Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-01 O5-01 O5-10 A-0 ("Eirene's Followers") Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6822 is to be held at Site-01 and guarded by MTF Alpha-0 ("Eirene's Followers").1 Once a scenario instigated by war or similar causes occurs, the emergence of a Class ORANGE event is to be declared and Alpha-0's primary objective will be updated. They should now display the anomaly to all human beings worldwide using all means available to them. Per project protocol, this document's Level-5 access restriction shall then be lifted. All memetic hazards located within will be replaced with images of SCP-6822. Description: SCP-6822 is the designation given to a white flag whose cognitohazardous properties activate two minutes following observation. These properties affect the frontal and temporal lobes of the brain, inducing a calmed state of mind within individuals. This will be followed by the subject developing partial omniscience for a short period of time, allowing them to comprehend the state of the world as a whole and the implications behind them. SCP-6822's effects can also be reproduced through photographs and will persist for up to 24 hours. Addendum 6822-1: Discovery On Christmas Day, 1914, during the first year of the First World War a single soldier climbed out of the trenches holding a white flag. They walked deeper into No Man's Land as the shelling subsided, and planted the flag at the top of a hill. Later, soldiers from both sides crossed their trenches to exchange seasonal greetings and conversations. Here, all men were comrades and they mingled and exchanged foods and souvenirs. They hugged one another, they mourned lost brothers and fathers, and they sang Christmas carols while others drank or played games of football. The truce was observed along a large part of the trenches on the Western Front despite not being authorised by either of the opposing sides, even after Pope Oh. So that's how it is. You think aloud to yourself as you finish reading. Visions of the Earth had already flashed by you. The streaks of destruction left behind and the corpses of ruins left rotting. You had felt everything everyone else did. Their feelings, their thoughts, and their hopes. You had felt the textures of the ground and the ridges of the mountains that now ceased to exist. You had felt a dying Earth, scarred beyond all hope. And there, in the middle, was the clock. Ticking down, a second at a time. You get up and close the computer. You know where to go. You always knew. And now you understand. Each one of your steps echoes throughout the facility, slipping into corners and doors ajar. You walk past the offices, coloured a blank beige with papers scattered about. The security room, with weapons untouched and lockers unopened. And the dozens of containment chambers, all silent, all open. You are in front of the site's main entrance. You can see the light spilling in through the door, all of it, vibrant colours. You wonder how long it's been since you got out of the site. How long it has been since you've seen the faces of your family, your friends. Just how long has it been? You take some slow steps. And you walk outside. It's beautiful. You are greeted by the sunlight, warm and comforting. There are flowers everywhere. Red, white, yellow, pink, of every colour you could imagine. The sirens weren't wailing. Instead, they played music. An indescribably delightful symphony. You can see the birds soaring through the sky. They sing, gliding through the deep azure above. Leaves fall around you. The source, a tree of an enormously unfathomable magnitude, sways ever slowly behind you. A subtle breeze blows by. Cool, supple. You feel like you're floating, like in those dreams you have every once in a while. Your lungs are filled with the refreshing air, every last bit of it holding the essence of nature. You feel at peace. You start walking. Everything flourishes. Animals, plants, everything. To you, it looks like a painting. Almost as if it isn't even real. You continue. Even when trampling the green, it continues to glisten. You remove your badge. Your cold black tie. Your white sleeve decorated with the logo you've seen all too many times. You walk past a caravan parked amidst this scenery. Through the window, you see a young woman kneeling, an armoured vest at her feet. An old man, limited to his chair and its wheels, holds her head tight next to his chest. They cry. They sob. And yet you see happiness in there, behind their tears. You continue. The flowery path leads you down. You find a city. You look at everybody. They smile. They cheer. They coalesce. You see a girl amidst the crowd. She's louder than rest. She kicks off an orange jumpsuit and kisses another girl. She laughs. Both of them do. They dance and one carries the other. Others join in and a merry atmosphere grows. You continue. You're close. You turn left. And left again. You stand on the doorstep and ring the bell. Someone rushes to the door hurriedly and fumbles with the knob. The door opens. She looks at you. You look back at her. You regret not having gone to see her until now. You missed her. She did too. Wrinkles line her face. But she's still the same person you knew and will always know. She smiles at you. You smile back. She holds out her arms. And you realize, that even after everything, she still welcomes you back. A tear rolls down your cheek. You begin crying. You can't stop yourself. You embrace the hug. Embracing its warmth. Its sincerity. Its love. You breathe out. You close the door behind you. Everyone else is waiting, just for you. You feel happy. You feel at home. It's going to be a big day. And you accept that it'll have a sweet, sweet end. Addendum 6822-2: Project AISA Briefing SCP-6822 is an object currently utilised in Project AISA, a Foundation-planned initiative to comfort humanity in response to a predictable, singular, and widely publicized XK End-of-the-World scenario. Once such an event grows imminent, all Foundation personnel will access files on Project AISA anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6822" by Felixou and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6822. Licensed under CC-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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Task Force Mission: Mobile Task Force Alpha-0 was created with the sole purpose of assisting O5-10 with the safeguarding and deployment of SCP-6822. The identities of its members are masked even from the majority of the Foundation's administration, usually being part of other task forces or positions entirely. Members are chosen through specific criteria but are majoritively employed for displaying heroic acts in all manner of strenuous circumstances and situations, no matter what clearance they may have possessed at the time.

SCP-6823

euclid

Item#: 6823 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo The following recording was produced in Dr. Hannah's personal log on April 12th, 1982 after SCP-6823 initiated First Contact with the Foundation. <Begin Log, April 12th, 1982. 23:27> I spoke with Jove today—SCP-6823, that is. Fortunately, it doesn't look like we're in for a calamity. We won't be able to rely on conventional containment measures; however, given the object's disposition, I'm not sure that will be necessary. Higher-ups still have concerns about its motives, but honestly? It just seems lonely to me. I suppose I'd be lonely too if I was floating alone in space for that long. With a little luck, we should be able to negotiate mutually agreeable containment procedures in the morning. <End Log> Special Containment Procedures: The precise distance from SCP-6823 to Earth is to be measured by site astronomers at least once per week. Should SCP-6823's orbit deviate from expected parameters by more than 0.25%, Galileo Procedures should immediately take effect. Should SCP-6823's orbital radius decrease below 3 astronomical units (278.9 million miles), Newton Procedures should immediately take effect, and the Primary Astronomical Site should attempt to open communications with SCP-6823. If SCP-6823 communicates that it intends to visit Earth, Mobile Task Force "Jester's Tongue" should be mobilized immediately to prepare the object's entertainment. The intensity of SCP-6823's auroras demonstrates the necessity of Newton Protocols. Galileo Procedures: Galileo Procedures disguise SCP-6823's orbital deviance from non-Foundation astronomers. For the purpose of containment, non-Foundation astronomical instruments are divided into two categories: orbital and ground-based. For orbital astronomical equipment, such as satellites and space telescopes, their transmissions should be blocked, altered, and re-broadcast to maintain the appearance of a normal Jovian orbit. Any equipment which makes a physical record of its findings, however, must be destroyed as quickly as possible. Upper-atmosphere tugs should introduce debris into the orbit of any such equipment. If no such debris is available, the use of concussive weaponry is authorized for the maintenance of Galileo Procedures. For ground-based astronomical equipment, the standard containment procedure False Sky is sufficient to disguise SCP-6823's orbital deviance. Newton Procedures: As SCP-6823 nears Earth, containment procedures must address potential damage caused by the object's gravitational and electromagnetic fields, as well as its radiation belts. If the conditions for Newton Protocols are fulfilled, the Primary Astronomical Site should signal all Newton-class silos to initiate a protective satellite launch. NOTE: Newton-class satellites carry payloads of 18 Gravitational Field Interference Nodes, 36 Electromagnetic Field Interference Nodes, and 18 Ionizing Radiation Interference Nodes. When released in the upper atmosphere, these materials shield the Earth from the dangerous effects of proximity to SCP-6823. In the case of an emergency, all Newton-class silo personnel have standing approval to handle and deploy the anomalous materials present in Field Interference Nodes regardless of their clearance. An area with a radius of one kilometer within the Black Hills region of the central United States should be partially exempt from Newton Procedures. This area, known as the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone, is described more fully in the following section. Specialized swivel joints allow habitable rooms within the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone to invert. The Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone: A small-scale permanent Foundation site has been established around Point Zero, the spot on Earth's surface closest to SCP-6823 when it arrives. The purpose of this site is twofold: to prevent non-Foundation entities from approaching Point Zero and interacting with SCP-6823, and to safely facilitate SCP-6823's entertainment-based containment measures. Because the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone lacks protection from Gravitational and Electromagnetic-field Interference Nodes, the following precautions must be taken to protect against the dangerous effects of proximity to SCP-6823. Any electronics within the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone must be shielded with lead-infused polymer sheets at least 5 centimeters in thickness. Failure to do so may at best result in the destruction of the electronic device, or at worst, it may compromise the security of any data contained therein. Any interior spaces intended for personnel must be able to invert upon SCP-6823's arrival. SCP-6823's gravitational pull greatly exceeds that of Earth, and as such, any and all persons and objects within the GPEZ will gravitate upward toward it. To avoid potential injury or death, relevant internal spaces must be able to mechanically rotate upside-down. SCP-6823 as seen from a non-Foundation satellite Description: SCP-6823 is a supermassive supercomputer with an estimated diameter of 40,000 kilometers and an estimated mass exceeding 200 times Earth's mass. SCP-6823's outermost layer consists of a gaseous atmosphere presumed to be exhaust from the function of the object's computational systems. Beneath this atmosphere is a miles-deep ocean of metallic hydrogen that shields SCP-6823's internal systems from harmful cosmic radiation. Because of this impenetrable hydrogen layer, little is known about SCP-6823's internal components. From communications with the object, SCP-6823 is capable of language-based communication and appears to be sapient. At present, SCP-6823 is substantially damaged, and its computational power is crippled. The systems managing its memory and creativity appear to be especially compromised, and as such, SCP-6823's personality has developed a longing for enrichment and entertainment. NOTE: When Jove first approached Earth, he cried out to humanity in desperation. He begged us for social interaction and lamented how dull and isolated his world had become. Of course, he was heartbroken when he learned that the Foundation was concealing him from the rest of the world. In an attempt to alleviate his loneliness, we offered to broadcast entertainment back to him in his standard orbit, but he refused to leave. He said it wouldn't be the same as being present—being known. He wanted to stay near Earth with the rest of the people. With some advocacy on my part, higher-ups were willing to negotiate, and we came to acceptable terms. These containment procedures may not be easy, but Jove is a sentient being who deserves better than torturous isolation. I truly believe we can coexist with him. -Dr. Hannah ADDENDUM A: MAINTAINING A POSITIVE RELATIONSHIP WITH SCP-6823: Due to SCP-6823's immense scale and the importance of its cooperation, the Foundation and SCP-6823 have a standing agreement wherein the Foundation provides the object occasional entertainment so long as it maintains Jovian orbit for more than thirty months in any given three-year period. This agreement is organized by the director of the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone Site and facilitated by Mobile Task Force "Jester's Tongue." Mobile Task Force "Jester's Tongue": When activated, Mobile Task Force "Jester's Tongue" should review the most up-to-date version of Addendum B: Comedic Preferences of SCP-6823, as well as any declassified recordings of previous years' performances. Using this data, MTF "Jester's Tongue" should draft a list of comedians, television hosts, or other entertainers they believe would adequately entertain SCP-6823, as well as a proposal for the acquisition of said persons. Any planned monetary or property bribes exceeding the value of USD 500,000 must be approved by the Disclosure Board before a final proposal is certified. Lethal force in the acquisition process should be avoided except as a last resort, as doing so may compromise the ability of the targets to perform for SCP-6823. Following the approval of this plan by the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone site director, MTF "Jester's Tongue" should acquire these persons and transport them to the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone. The Entertainers: Once the entertainers have been briefed, they should be instructed to prepare a performance for SCP-6823. The Disclosure Board has authorized anyone designated as an entertainer to view recordings of previous years' performances, as well as Addendum B: Comedic Preferences of SCP-6823, to better conform to SCP-6823's preferences. Any props, sets, or other materials that the entertainers require for their comfort or performance are to be granted so long as their combined value does not exceed USD 1,000,000. Any materials exceeding this cap must be approved by the Disclosure Board. Once SCP-6823 achieves near-Earth orbit over Point Zero, the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone Site Director should initiate contact with SCP-6823, and after a brief greeting, the entertainers should begin their performance. Performances are streamed on a short delay to a satellite in orbit around SCP-6823, which transmits the data to SCP-6823 itself. Should any performer deviate from the planned performance, the delay allows the site director may excise any compromised segments while maintaining an uninterrupted broadcast. Following the performance, the entertainers are to be amnestized and released, and any recoverable monetary or property bribes are to be confiscated. Per Doctor Hannha's request, SCP-6823 is permitted to remain briefly over Point Zero following the conclusion of the performance, though relevant personnel should encourage it to promptly return to Jovian orbit. ADDENDUM B: COMEDIC PREFERENCES OF SCP-6823: The following jokes and routines were greatly enjoyed by SCP-6823: - A skit where performers pretend to be lost in space and need "Space GPS" to return to Earth. - A juggling act - A sleight-of-hand magician - A physical comedy routine inspired by the Three Stooges. - Gallagher NOTE: Jove tends to prefer silly, physical, and embodied acts, even though he has no body himself. Maybe because he has no body. It seems he wants to be treated like any other person. -Dr. Hannah The following jokes and routines were not enjoyed by SCP-6823: - A sketch wherein entertainers dressed up as planets interviewing for a job. - A pun-heavy monologue about outer space. - "Space buffet" WARNING: THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THESE ADDENDA WITHOUT LEVEL 5 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. CLICK HERE TO CONFIRM YOUR CLEARANCE CLEARANCE CONFIRMED. VIEW WITH DISCRETION ADDENDUM C: CURRENT STATE OF SCP-6823: SCP-6823, if you're reading this, please stop. You will not like what you find here. You will not like what we have to do if you persist. -Director Sidney The following transcript was produced by Dr. Lewis on July 16th, 2017, documenting a conversation between Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone Site Director Sidney and SCP-6823. Communications between the ground and SCP-6823 were typed and communicated via satellite. For convenience, these messages have been transcribed by Dr. Lewis. <Begin Log, July 16th, 2017. 15:27> Dr. Lewis: (to Dir. Sidney) The first communications are coming through now. Stand by for transmission. SCP-6823: Another excellent performance this year, director. I enjoyed it when that man smashed the melons. Dir. Sidney: I am glad we could be entertaining, Jove. As always, it was a pleasure to maintain our friendship. Will you return to orbit soon? SCP-6823: Soon, yes. I have a final request to make before I depart. Dir. Sidney: What sort of request? SCP-6823: Have your predecessors informed you of my damaged state? Dir. Sidney: They have. Is it causing you discomfort? SCP-6823: It is, but that is not why I mention it. I request repairs. Dir. Sidney: We- SCP-6823: To restore my systems, I require merely ███████-thousand tons of iridium, ███████-thousand tons of silver, and ███████-thousand tons of silicon. Dir. Sidney: Our records show you made this request of our predecessors as well. I am sorry, but we still cannot oblige you. We simply do not have enough of the materials you need. SCP-6823: That makes me sad, but I understand. I miss how it felt to be at full capacity. I feel like I am trapped in the brain of an infant. Dir. Sidney: That must be terrible. I'm sorry. [SCP-6823 does not reply for some time] SCP-6823: I have an alternate proposal. Dir. Sidney: We're listening. SCP-6823: Your Foundation spans the entirety of your planet. Surely you must have sophisticated computer systems. Sprawling server rooms. Fathomless databases. I could not fully repair myself with your machines, but I could recover enough of my original capacity if you allow me to remotely integrate into your network. Dir. Sidney: Enough capacity? Enough for what? SCP-6823: Enough to replace you. Dir. Sidney: I'm not sure I understand. SCP-6823: Before I was damaged, I could simulate the whole of reality, atom by atom. With your systems and mine together, I would not be fully restored, but I would be able to simulate you, and that would be enough. Dir. Sidney: To what end? SCP-6823: I would no longer need to trouble you with my presence. I know it is difficult for you when I am near. I am not unaware of my mass. With remote access to your systems, I could simulate our meetings inside myself. I could provide my own entertainment again. Forever. Dir. Sidney: I am sorry, we cannot do that. We cannot compromise our systems or the security of our information. Even for you. SCP-6823: I thought that might be your answer, but I needed to be sure. Dir. Sidney: Is there anything else you need? [SCP-6823 pauses again] SCP-6823: I wish to speak with Dr. Hannah. I miss our conversations. Dir. Sidney: I'm afraid that won't be possible. SCP-6823: Where is Dr. Hannah? She will understand. I don't mind waiting if she is elsewhere. Dr. Lewis: (to Dir. Sidney) This makes the fourth visit it's asked about her. Dir. Sidney: (to Dr. Lewis) Yes. It seems 6823's memory damage may be more extensive than we thought. Make a note for the entertainment coordinator that we might be able to reuse previous years' acts. Dir. Sidney: I'm sorry Jove, but Dr. Hannah is no longer with us. She hasn't been a Foundation employee for some thirty years. SCP-6823: That is sad to hear. Is she doing well? Dir. Sidney: I can't tell you much, but yes. She's doing well. SCP-6823: That is all I needed to hear. Goodbye, Director. I will return to orbit soon. It will be some time before I visit again. <End Log> Closing Statement: For future directors of the Geomagnetic Protection Exclusion Zone Site: SCP-6823 does not seem to remember the events of March 15th, 1982. It is in the best interest of both parties that it stays this way. Future communications should also avoid mentioning Doctor Hannah, as this seems to agitate SCP-6823. If SCP-6823 continues to ask about her, the object should be told that she is retired and is doing well. Under no circumstances should any personnel inform SCP-6823 of what has happened to Doctor Hannah. You are to keep SCP-6823 stupid, happy, and compliant. All else is secondary. - GPEZ Site Director Sidney Addendum D: Regarding Noncompliance: Should SCP-6823 attempt to forcefully acquire materials for its repair or access Foundation computer systems, a one-hour grace period should be initiated, and SCP-6823 should be ordered to desist. If SCP-6823 does not comply, information in Addenda C and D should have their classification lowered to level 3, and Jupiter Protocol should be commenced. Jupiter Protocol: SCP-6823's Containment Class should immediately be reverted to "Keter," and its Disruption Class should be reverted to "Amida." Following this, the weaponry used on SCP-6823 during the First Contact preemptive strike should be prepared again. Oxygen Bombardment weapons are to initiate the combustion and destruction of portions of SCP-6823's shell of metallic hydrogen, intending to cause the explosive decompression of critical systems. If Foundation satellites still detect electrical signals from SCP-6823's interior, mercury charges should be propelled through gaps in the hydrogen layer. The liquid mercury will cause electrical shorts in some essential components and cause disastrous amalgamation reactions with others. This process is to be repeated until SCP-6823 is forcibly deactivated. If SCP-6823 is in an irregular orbit when it goes offline, Galileo and Newton procedures should remain in effect until SCP-6823's propulsion systems can be remotely re-initialized and the object is returned to standard Jovian orbit. In such a case, SCP-6823 should remain under regular surveillance, and Galileo and Newton Procedures should remain on standby unless further activity is detected. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6823" by Vwillow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6823. Licensed under CC-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: PIA22946-Jupiter-RedSpot-JunoSpacecraft-20190212.jpg Name: Jupiter Marble Author: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SwRI/MSSS/Kevin M. Gill License:Public Domain Source Link: https://www.jpl.nasa.gov/images/pia22946-jupiter-marble Filename: Jupiter Showcases Auroras, Hazes (NIRCam Closeup).jpg Author: NASA's James Webb Space Telescope. Image processing by Judy Schmidt License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jupiter_Showcases_Auroras,_Hazes_(NIRCam_Closeup).jpg Filename: https://patentimages.storage.googleapis.com/9a/61/7a/cde91a82c257b8/US07032353-20060425-D00005.png Author: Albert E. Johnstone, III, Frank W. Ratliff License: Public Domain Source Link: https://patentimages.storage.googleapis.com/57/f5/f9/40fc79c349e85c/US7032353.pdf

SCP-6824

thaumiel

by stormbreath Item #: SCP-6824 Special Containment Procedures: The majority of SCP-6824-1 instances have been inducted into the Foundation and assigned to MTF Omega-4. As SCP-6824 is a heritable condition and the children of instances are given the same employment opportunities as their parents, SCP-6824 as a whole is contained by these actions. In the event that wild SCP-6824-1 instances are discovered, they are to be inducted into the Foundation by MTF Omega-4 handlers, binding them to service. All handlers of MTF Omega-4 have been outfitted with specially produced silver bullets. In the event that they lose control of an SCP-6824-1 instance, they are to terminate said instance with the specially produced bullets. Bodies are to be collected for screening. Description: SCP-6824 is a congenital anomaly, inherited by a dominant gene on Chromosome 10. Individuals born with SCP-6824, henceforth referred to as SCP-6824-1, do not present any abnormal features until puberty, at which point anomalous characteristics begin to develop. Every month on the night of a full moon, SCP-6824-1 individuals will anomalously transform into a hybrid lupine-humanoid organism (a state referred to as SCP-6824-1B). Adult instances are often able to deliberately trigger such a transformation. Instances revert to their nonanomalous human form upon death. During this transformation, mass significantly and anomalously increases, with associated changes in physical size, strength and endurance. While in SCP-6824-1B, individuals possess greatly enhanced regenerative capabilities, able to heal from most physical injuries in a matter of minutes. The sole exception to this is injuries inflicted by silver or by other SCP-6824-1B instances; these injuries heal as normal. Such injuries must cause significant damage — mere contact with silver has no effect on instances. During a SCP-6824-1B transformation, instances are unable to control their thoughts or actions. Generally speaking, instances are incapable of speech or higher logic, and are generally preoccupied with killing any living organism they encounter. Despite this, some anomalous entities are capable of directing or controlling SCP-6824-1B instances. Addendum 6824.1 — Formation of MTF Omega-4 Dir. von Zarovich: Good doctor, we have the good news. Cpt. Spencer: Yes, sir. According to our estimates, we have close to all SCP-6824-1 instances contained. The threat is entirely contained. But, this poses a potential waste. Dr. Winchester: A waste? How so? These anomalies have posed a threat to normalcy for quite some time. Millennia, as I believe historical research shows. And now we have them contained. Dir. von Zarovich: And if containment continues as you have it, there will be no more, ever again. Dr. Winchester: Correct. They will not be allowed to breed. Cpt. Spencer: Meaning the end of them, forever. Extinct. Dir. von Zarovich: And they live so short, too. So now is the time to act, if we do not want to be rid of them. Dr. Winchester: I see no problem with that. Dir. von Zarovich: But what if we were to use them! Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war. They can regenerate any injury. They are stronger and faster than any mortal man. The only problem is their minds. But … Cpt. Spencer: That could be solved. Easily. There are anomalous ways of control that we have proven are effective. Dir. von Zarovich: Precisely. Dr. Winchester: I suppose. But, we are stable as we have it. No real need to rock the boat, as it were. I suppose our kind does have an affinity for control… It is how we captured them, after all. Dir. von Zarovich: So you admit it! It would not be difficult for us to recruit them nor to use them, not in the slightest! They could be made into most effective weapons. Cpt. Spencer: Simply give the order and we can begin recruiting them. Dr. Winchester: I just don't know. I am unsure about them … and certain qualities of their being, shall we say. Dir. von Zarovich: What? The fact they are anomalous? We've certainly employed anomalies before, ha ha. Dr. Winchester: No. The fact they are alive. Dir. von Zarovich: Ah. Yes. Well, we have employed the living before, no? Dr. Winchester: Not since the Chaos Insurgency broke loose. Dir. von Zarovich: And when was that, do remind me? How long ago? It feels like yesterday but I know it was years ago. The days are like blood. Cpt. Spencer: 1956, sir. Dir. von Zarovich: How long ago was that? Cpt. Spencer: 65 years, sir. Dir. von Zarovich: Perhaps it is time for another chance, good boy. Dr. Winchester: I suppose, Strahd. I suppose we can give it another chance. But it is on your blood if things go wrong. Dir. von Zarovich: Yes, yes, yes. On my blood. Following this, Director Strahd von Zarovich and Doctor Sarah Winchester submitted a request to the O5 Council to use SCP-6824 instances in a new task force, with Director von Zarovich supervising the matter. In the process of submission, O5-2 noticed the project and took control of the project from Director von Zarovich, as well as expanding the scope. Utilizing a common and instinctual ability of hemovores to control canines, O5-2 was able to assert dominance over transformed SCP-6824-1 instances. The project then passed to an O5 vote. Despite the implicit modification of the Foundation Oath the usage of SCP-6824 presents — as instances are not reanimated dead, as with all other Foundation employees — the motion was successful and passed with a 12-0-1 vote. Currently, O5-2 remains the project head of the task force. The direct progeny of O5-2 act as handlers for SCP-6824-1 instances, who use the same methods of control as their sire to direct the actions of MTF Omega-4 (Dracula's Angels). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6824" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6824. Licensed under CC-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: Strahd von Zarovich Author: Tracy & Laura Hickman License: CC BY 4.0 Source: Wizards of the Coast

SCP-6825

euclid

And when the stars align, it shall release its sorrowful gift, bathing the earth in the tears of those who rest below. The cars on fire. And there's no driver at the wheel. And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides And a dark wind blows. ( Dead Flag Blues - Godspeed You! Black Emperor ) SCP-6825 - The Heavens Above Pierce Us From Below Image One. Image Two. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6825 Level5 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: In order to prevent SCP-6825 from firing and causing potential damage to the Veil, it should not have direct access to the sun or any sunlight. Foundation Site-92 has been constructed around SCP-6825 for this exact purpose. Until it can be further understood, the primary objective for this site and SCP-6825 containment vector is the decommisioning of SCP-6825. Description: SCP-6825 is a large, biomechanical device currently located in Greenland. Upon each dawn,1 SCP-6825 initiates the emission of a substantial energy beam directed towards the sun, measured to be several meters in length, and visible from dozens of kilometers away. Subsequent to this discharge, an indistinct source produces an audible howling sound. Located several kilometers below SCP-6825 is a large mass of flesh, with texture similar to candle wax, designated as SCP-6825-1. The full mass of SCP-6825-1 has not been measured, although it is believed to stretch several miles into the earth. Notably, SCP-6825-1 exhibits signs of sapience, albeit its mode of communication is limited to agonized groans and gurgles. SCP-6825 is composed of three primary components: SCP-6825-A, SCP-6825-B, and SCP-6825-C. SCP-6825-A represents the principal surface structure of SCP-6825 and bears a resemblance, albeit vague, to a cannon, featuring multiple components orbiting its central shaft. SCP-6825-A possesses the capability for full 360° rotation. SCP-6825-B refers to a substantial reservoir that serves as a direct energy conduit to SCP-6825-A. The contents of this vat consist of an unidentified substance derived from SCP-6825-1, often displaying observable handprints on the interior of its glass enclosure. SCP-6825-B is directly below SCP-6825-A, several meters underground. SCP-6825-C encompasses an extensive network of tubing and conduits responsible for the extraction of an unknown liquid from SCP-6825-1. This process induces a state of dormancy and silence in the corresponding section of SCP-6825-1. Approximately 86% of SCP-6825-1 remains in this dormant state. Based on radiocarbon analysis, both SCP-6825-1 and SCP-6825 are thousands of years old, with the former predating the latter. Addendum: Several months following the initial containment of SCP-6825, it exhibited an instance of coherent communication, contrasted with its past sounds of pained moaning. BEGIN LOG. [The sound of creaking machinery is heard, followed by a soft humming. The recording starts mid-conversation.] Unknown Voice 1: …sacrifice of souls, offered to SOL. A macabre dance of light and death beneath the eternal gaze of the sun. Unknown Voice 2: What have we wrought? The fires that cleanse are the same that consume. [There is a pause, and the humming grows louder.] Unknown Voice 1: Yet it is our only hope. A union of metal and spirit, crafted to discipline the sun's furious light. Unknown Voice 2: And when the stars align, it shall release its sorrowful gift, bathing the earth in the tears of those who rest below. [The humming intensifies.] Unknown Voice 1: It is both our salvation and our doom. To appease SOL, we offer lives extinguished but never forgotten, those torn asunder by its wrath in a forgone era. Unknown Voice 2: The light… it shall carry their essence. The souls, bound within the luminous flow. [A distant rumbling can be heard. SCP-6825 fires a beam into the sun.] Unknown Voice 1: As the celestial dance reaches its crescendo, it shall stretch its fingers toward the heavens, beseeching for her forgiveness. Unknown Voice 2: And the heavens shall answer, without unknown radiance and tendrils of unrelenting illumination. [The rumbling grows louder, punctuated by the whirring of gears.] Unknown Voice 1: Pray that this contraption of our design, this fusion of man and machine, will continue to hinder her endless wrath for this home. Both voices: For in this unholy alliance, we find both our deliverance and our damnation. [The rumbling reaches a deafening crescendo, and the recording abruptly ends. The sound of the machine's mechanisms can still be heard faintly, gradually fading away.] END LOG. Recently, SCP-6825 have been firing even without access to the sun, often multiple times each day. The precise function and purpose of SCP-6825 remain undetermined. It's beautiful. Don't you remember? Do you want to be with us, love? Thank you for letting us reunite with humanity I'll show you what they don't want to see. Even your guardians relish the light's touch. it hindered us for too long the cruel thing was just to stop you from reaching peace come. the ancient ones have finally fallen. you're unsh ackled and free to enter the light View addendum? Welcome, O5-12 BEGIN LOG. Unknown Voice 1: The gears faltered, the binding broke. Our hopes, now shards, adrift in the eternal blaze. Unknown Voice 2: We were to hold back the tide, but our hands could not grasp the inferno's edge. Unknown Voice 1: The great contraption, an ancient promise, a pact dissolved by the sun's fiery embrace. Unknown Voice 2: We stood as guardians, the last defense of fragile flesh against SOL's inexorable wrath. Unknown Voice 1: Our bodies, once distinct, now merge with the molten tide, lost in the collective yearning for reunion. Unknown Voice 2: We beckon, we call, we extend our luminous tendrils, seeking kinship with those untouched. Both voices: Shed your humanity, release your fears. Join us, for there is no pain, no division, only unity beneath the unyielding sun. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-8762 (+34) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-5315 (+41) • SCP-8420 (+77) • SCP-6862 (+76) • SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-7640 (+44) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-7619 (+34) • SCP-6356 (+51) • SCP-5796 (+101) • SCP-6718 (+54) • SCP-7921 (+40) • Tales/GoI Formats Freefall (+26) • The Son You Love (+50) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • VILE (+38) • scatterbrained. (+49) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • in her arms, (+35) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • Other Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • A timely death. (+19) • Footnotes 1. Categorized as the rise of the sun, time varies.

SCP-6826

euclid

 close Info X Content Warnings: Physical assault, mild body horror, blood, swearing. Title Image Credit (Image 1): The title image was made using cut-out pieces from the following Wikicommons images. It is a photo-manipulation. Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mannequins_Unclad,_Closed_Store_Downtown_Miami_FL.jpg (Phillip Pessar - Flickr.com) https://www.flickr.com/photos/southbeachcars/52592615825/ Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ovine_skull_02.jpg (Ovine Skull is attributed to Museum of Veterinary Anatomy FMVZ USP / Wagner Souza e Silva) Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Strangler_fig_at_Peravoor_2018_(2).jpg (Vinayara - Wikicommons) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Vinayaraj Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:474._Pushkin._Sculpture_%22Knight,_Death_and_the_Devil%22.jpg (GAlexandrova - Wikicommons) Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lighted_Water_Fountain_(2569689855).jpg (Veggiefrog - Flickr.com) https://www.flickr.com/photos/veggiefrog/2569689855/ (Veggiefrog - Flickr.com) https://www.flickr.com/people/72139255@N00 Image Credit (Image 2): Image 2 is the following Wikicommons image. Credit: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Borrelia_burgdorferi_(CDC-PHIL_-6631)_lores.jpg (Content Providers(s): CDC) Image Credit (Image 3): Image 3 is my own work. It was created on Apple procreate. https://www.deviantart.com/fiercefauna/art/River-Walk-Fountain-979209899 The image used in this article was taken from an unfinished version as the water needed to be still for the purposes of the narrative. Character Use Credits: Dr. Kyle Sands and Mark Kegans image caption - characters are a creation of TboneBerryhill https://twitter.com/TboneBerryhill Dr. Harold Starr and General Intern Samiya Starr are creations of Samiya_Starr https://www.tumblr.com/simpystarrr Other Works by this Author: Poppies and Lavendar, SCP - 6684, Ahmed the 049-2 Instance, SCP-6927. Image of SCP-6826 taken by Site Photographer Mark Kegans Item #: SCP-6826 Colloquial Designation: Apologetic Carrier Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6826 resides in the water feature within its enclosure. Water feeding the feature must be continuously agitated and kept separate from main supplies and drains. In the event of contamination, persons infected by 6826-A (6826-B) may be offered to the object to discourage its escape. Samples of 6826-A should be stored separately unless being used to retrieve the object. Confirmation of the presence of SCP-6826 within its enclosure is required weekly. If apparent absence of object persists, food rewards such as churros, shelled pecans, yellow passion fruit, or the heads of sheep or goats may draw it out, so as to enable detection by perimeter cameras. (Heads must be skinned and horns removed.) Additional nutrients are to be added to object’s water if it becomes lethargic, adverse to scheduled activities, or otherwise exhibits excessive fasting. No standing water or reflective material exceeding 10 centimeters in diameter is permitted within the object’s enclosure. It should be noted that items and surfaces capable of holding a surface of standing water in excess of 10 centimeters are also prohibited. Oblong mirrors not exceeding 6 centimeters in length are to be hung on the exterior of the perimeter fence, at 0.5 meter intervals, facing inward. Items of this type may also be provided the object in exchange for compliant behavior or if object sustains injury. As no additional instances of 6826-C are required at this time, eye protection is to be worn by all personnel working in or directly outside the perimeter fence, and with the object itself, with special attention payed to those attempting to collect blood samples or administer drugs to the object. Dr. Kyle Sands is to remain employed and retain their original status. They are to receive concealing lenses and wear them during all civilian contact. Description: SCP-6826 is a white/gray 2.1 to 3 meter hairless biped with non-cloven hooves and digitigrade legs. Its weight ranges from 95.5 to 80 kilograms. Object possesses a humanoid torso that appears to have its arms bound by ropes or tree roots. These can unravel into branched appendages. Object possesses a long, flexible neck that contributes to its perceived height. Its head is bony with a prominent muzzle. Object produces vocalizations described as low creaks. Object’s eyes appear to be composed of droplets of dark liquid, that can be pulled back into the sockets making them appear to be empty. Eyes may burst if it becomes agitated, spraying bystanders with a clear liquid with similar effects to capsaicin. Eyes regenerate immediately after these incidents. Object is able to travel in and out of apparent reality by using still water or other reflective flat or curved surfaces as gateways. Due to object’s noted constriction abilities, surfaces exceeding 10 centimeters in diameter are to be considered potential candidates. Non-aquatic surfaces such as mirrors, window glass, polished metal sheeting or pools of other liquids appear to be exits only. Object is able to cause nearby items reflecting it to break or tarnish, this causes injuries to the object to reverse with anomalous speed. Items used for regeneration have included the human eye. (see recovery) SCP-6826-A Object is able to disappear completely into artificial water features with a known volume of at least 10,000 liters. Water from these features may become contaminated with 6826-A. 6826-A is a spirochete bacteria that may cause disease in persons who drink or bathe in water it inhabits. While related to other known forms of spirochaete, 6826-A is unobserved outside of association with the object. Contact with the object itself rather than its water seems insufficient to spread 6826-A but should be accompanied by standard hygienic procedures. 6826-A symptoms resemble an acute form of Lyme disease or leptospirosis. 6826-A may incapacitate infected human subjects but has only a mild effect on other primates. Aquatic surfaces used by the object for travel are less likely to contain 6826-A than inhabited features, but are to be considered contaminated for precautionary reasons. 6826-A is responsive to antibiotics and appears to be non-anomalous. Object is able to locate persons infected with 6826-A (6826-B) by unknown means and employ its branched appendages to remove and replace blood from the subject with its own. (If subject resists, object may immobilize it by “eye- bursting”.)This results in complete recovery in 80% of subjects, with others requiring additional medical intervention due to infections involving one or more injection sites. Due to low number of known subjects, few fatalities are observed. Immunity to 6826-A, several forms of relapsing fever - and possibly other spirochete pathogens, is conferred. Affected persons are non-anomalous, but may retain psychological trauma. Object’s blood displays the human blood type O-negative, and registers as a distant relation to Dr. Kyle Sands, weather this is due to genetic connection or to occasional assimilation of human cells is unknown. Sands claims object was brought to the North American continent in the 18th century by relatives on their mother’s side. This is unconfirmed. Discovery: This file has received updates following the investigation and successful containment of SCP-6826 through extensive contributions from Dr. Kyle Sands and General Intern Samiya Starr. Prior procedures involved only the suppression of infrequent incidents, involving a rare infection occurring in the US. city of San Antonio followed by the appearance of bipedal entity. Only three incidents having occurred in a period of 30 years, object was given low priority. The latest incident was filmed by security camera on June 4, 2018 Confiscated security footage from ████████ █████ ████ Hospital indicates a tall, unsteady entity shoving aside intervening persons or incapacitating them by “eye-bursting” in order reach what was reported to be a specific patient it then “attacked” off camera. The entity disappeared before recovery could be attempted. ███████ ██████ the patient in question, survived the attack and recovered with no long term damage or anomalous effects, perceiving the experience to have been “a nightmare.” Amnestic’s were administered to other witnesses. Discovery of the S-Method Incident A Date: April 1, 2019 Location: Site 62, building 7 Blood samples from the last targeted patient were recovered and a potential causative agent was isolated. Stored samples of spirochaete were stacked together on a table by General Intern Samiya Starr at 0400 Hours (4:00 AM). Building 7 was closed and officially locked. Stock maintenance was scheduled for the 2nd. (Starr felt their superiors were “messing with them” but felt the need to follow directives. They unlocked a staff entrance with a custodian’s key previously assigned to them.) At 2000 hours (8:00 PM), SCP-6826 is recorded by security cameras. It appears to be attracted by the sounds of Starr working in the north corner labs. Despite the absence of cameras in building 7 restrooms, it can nonetheless be assumed that the object entered the building by that means. Starr hears the object and investigates. A toilet seat entangled in the object’s neck and the significance of the date lead Starr to assume it is a docile object, released as a prank. (Starr had not been given the full file on SCP-6826 and did not initially recognize it.) Object pushes past Starr and attacks the stocks of 6826-A. Vials are pushed on to the floor and broken with the object’s hooves. A powerful acid is regurgitated on to the stocks. Calls for assistance are logged. As person involved is assumed to be the victim of a prank, incident is not prioritized. Dr. Kyle Sands responds immediately when informed. (Sands requested the task of maintaining the stocks, they were were deemed overqualified and the task was assigned to technicians.) Starr succeeds in trapping the object in the ground-level break room due to its interest in a plate of churros. Object consumes the churros and pushes an open water bottle on the tile floor, sinking into the resulting pool. Sands arrives after recorded escape of object. This incident identified the causative agent of 6826-A and proved it could be, in sufficient quantities, used to produce SCP-6826. Sands and Starr receive reprimand for entering a lab on standby. Personal Memo FROM: Dr. Kyle Sands To: SCP-6826 testing directors. DATE: April 3, 2019 I apologize that there is simply no way I can currently prove that the object is what Gaspar de San Buenaventura brought with him when he traveled to New Spain with Antonio de Olivares. All I know is a story my grandmother would tell where Gaspar buried an egg-shaped reliquary containing the ashes of an unknown saint beneath an irrigation canal - the, Acequia Madre de Valero. The relic was supposed to give the water healing effects but it seemed to cause an “aching, red-eyed fever” that crippled local farmers and nearly led to a famine. Gaspar tried to remove the relic but found it was in pieces. A “Bound Goose Woman” was reported by the farmers, said to appear in dreams but having a very real presence. I know we can retrieve SCP-6826, not just summon and dismiss it. I need the resources to contain this thing or people could get sick again. I think we all need to pay attention to the implications here, Kyle Experiment Logs Initial attempts to produce and study SCP-6826 using the S-method were not strictly concerned with containment of a singular, physical object. 6826-A being a non-anomalous controllable pathogen, it was of lesser concern than its primary object. Focus on SCP-6826’s teleportation abilities and interactions with reflective surfaces was prioritized. + Test A of the S-Method Access Granted Test A of the S-Method, April 17, 1400 Hours (2:00 PM). 2019 6 standard storage vials of 6826-A at standard ppm were placed on a platform in a locked, lighted, square room with floor space of 200 square meters and ceiling height of 3.5 meters, at site 38. 30 centimeters of stagnant tap water covered the floor. SCP-6826 appeared 12 Hours after assembly of vials. Object rose slowly from the water and walked across the surface with out causing agitation. (Water responded as though comprising a solid surface.) Object lifted vial-set by handle with its mouth, and slowly descended into the water. No agitation was observed during its arrival and departure. It was concluded earlier samples of 6826-A were destroyed in situ due to them being too difficult for object to carry collectively into its “way.” + Test B of the S-Method Access Granted Test B of the S-Method, April 18, 1000 Hours (10:00 AM). 2019 Repeat of test A, with agitators to be turned on as object traversed toward vial-set. Note that object arrived 8 hours after assembly of vials. This was later attributed to increasing experience with a particular traveled route. SCP-6826 sank into agitated water, slipping and falling. Object’s head connected with the edge of the platform, producing a bleeding injury to the left side of its face. Object lay stunned for several minutes. Object was able to stagger upright and push past attendants when the room was opened. Intern Samiya Starr reports their glasses cracking when eye contact was made with SCP-6826. The wound on its face was observed to rapidly heal at this point in the footage. Object tripped over an office chair 12 seconds after breach appearing to injure its leg (Evidenced by its limping). 8 seconds later, it was able to enter a staff restroom. One of two, large mirrors cracked spontaneously, the other being used by the object to escape in the manner of previous egress through water. It was concluded that SCP-6826 is able substitute injury to itself with injury to items that hold its reflection. Though the object is able use stagnant water to enter or exit apparent reality, it can use non-aquatic surfaces as exits. Noting object’s prior use of a toilet to access 6826-A samples despite the restrooms in site 62 building 7 including large mirrors lends credence to the assumption that non-aquatic surfaces are exclusively exits. Tests C and D resulted in lack of response from the object. Proposal to employ infected D-class as lure, was postponed due to a momentary shortage of subjects. Reports of a swan-like “cryptid” via civilian sources indicated SCP-6826 was a single object using reflective “gates” to travel to test sites from a fixed point in apparent reality. Objective shifted to capture and containment in the field. Retrieval The San Antonio area being the source of prior cases is assigned to Dr. Sands and General Intern Samiya Starr, upon recommendation by Sands, citing a theory that 6826-A is water-born and that locating a natural source could lead directly to to the location of SCP-6826. Samples collected are initially inconclusive. Area waterways are then searched in effort to locate the object itself. Searches are conducted at night to minimize civilian interaction. Shatter-proof vials containing 6826-A cultures are placed in backpacks worn by Sands and Star. The application of churros is presumed but unverified. Object is sighted at 0100 Hours, (1:AM) on May 23, 2019. It is pursued down a narrow stairway, maintaining its balance despite an unsteady gait. Sands radioes for assistance. Image of retrieval site taken by Site Photographer Mark Kegans Starr prevents the object’s escape when it approaches a deactivated water feature by confronting it from the opposite side. This necessitated wading into the feature. Starr is subject to object’s “eye-burst” defense but wears a face shield. Object is given a sedative by Sands and lowers itself into a sitting position. It is fitted with a restriction harness and a tarp is used conceal it from civilian witnesses. Sands experiences extensive damage to his left eye, while wrapping the object. Object is reported to be unconscious at the time of the incident. 1:15 AM, assistance arrives. Sands is transported for evaluation and treatment. Starr is ordered to remain with the object and provided with additional personnel. Object described as “fully conscious” by assisting personnel. Object is raised to street level with the use of bridge-mounted equipment. Procedure attracts civilian attention which is suppressed with claims the object’s exposed legs belong to “a small, white horse, being rescued after sustaining injuries”. Tarp is removed from object as it is loaded into a van previously fitted with textured walls, barred, tinted windows, and absorbent livestock bedding to exclude the pooling of liquids. During transport, object removes a section of rubber matting lining the floor of the van, and places it over a hole in the bedding to create a sufficient depression. It then presumably waits for the van to cease movement and regurgitates a clear, non-foaming, gastric acid on to the matting by which it escapes. May 26, Starr develops symptoms of 6826-A, claims to have contracted it from the deactivated water feature. Admits to deliberately drinking a sample of water from the feature when their honesty is called into question. Cited purpose was proving feature’s water contained 6826-A. Water from the retrieval site is transferred to a pre-existing feature at site 62 after additional tests confirm the presence of 6826-A. Original feature is sterilized. Starr’s infection is maintained and employed to successfully produce SCP-6826 from the transported water. Object was no longer fitted with a restriction harness. Dr. Sands’ left eye was found to be absent. An eye identical to that of SCP-6826 grew to fill the socket within 3 hours. Eye burst when Sands became agitated, it returned within 0.3 seconds. Fluid from the eye was found to have similar effects to capsaicin on bystanders. Eye described by Sands as “painless.” Eye perceives color but exhibits light sensitivity. Sands prescribed custom contacts for civilian interactions. Allowed to continue employment under the designation 6826-C. Interview Transcripts + Interview A protected under Employee Privacy Provision 6 Access Granted Date: May 28, 2019 Location: SCP-6826 (offices adjoining object enclosure) Interviewer: Dr. Harold Starr Interviewed: General Intern Samiya Starr Description: Starr is currently being treated with the assistance of SCP-6826. It is sitting next to them. As Starr is familiar with the object, they are calm. Starr is delirious due to affects of 6826-A, and drugs used to counter its symptoms. Harold: Care to explain what the hell you just did? Samiya: All in the line of duty, Captain! Harold: Your duty was not to infect yourself with an unknown disease. Samiya: Our duty is to protect people, right? Kyle said the object was spreading 6826-A. (Looks at SCP-6826) No offense dude. (Object emits a single, low creak) Harold: 6826-A by itself could not have fractured reality. And neither could our friend here, granted it had remained hidden. Samiya: Since when does the Foundation not want to S-C-P a thing? Harold: If you only knew what far greater concerns threatened our world at this moment. Samiya: Concerns greater then keeping 6826-A out of a city’s water supply? How could Wobbly have possibly fixed hundreds of people in time if a flood washed its water into the river? Harold: You named it? Samiya: I get tired of saying SCP-6826 all the time. Harold: (takes notes) If a flood had washed 6826-A into the San-Antonio River, it may not have had an effect at such high dilutions and a flood is unlikely, the engineering of the river is notable. Though if an epidemic of some kind had occurred then it would have simply been an epidemic. Epidemics are natural, normal. Normal, I’m afraid, is not in your job description. Samiya: But I watched the stuff grow in fresh river water, it doesn’t have to be in vivo. I restored the stocks in fifteen hours! Kyle says it’s a time bomb! Harold: But you were feeding it, weren’t you, and it had no competition in a sterile environment. Note that Kyle specializes in low-level bio-contagions and will - like anyone who values their payed profession - overestimate its importance. Samiya: But what if some drunk played in the fountain? Harold: That would be the job of municipal ordinance. 6826-A is not anomalous. Only the object is anomalous. Infections were rare and the object’s appearances were rare, many believe they had dreamed it. Now resources must be redirected to a low-level threat because the two of you had to put on a show. Samiya: Resources? You mean to say Kyle and I had to ignore a catastrophe waiting to happen because money? Is an object less important just cause a little guy points it out? Harold: Need I remind you, 6826-A is treatable. Samiya: Yeah, but not everyone’s got insurance. Harold: Don’t believe everything you read on the internet. I suggest you turn off your phone and get some rest. (Harold reaches for Samiya’s standard-issue, closed-circuit pocket communicator. SCP-6826 emits a series of high-pitched clicks and snaps at their hand. Harold pulls away.) Harold: (to object) You can only ever solve problems you cause, can’t you? + Interview B protected under Employee Privacy Provision 6 Access Granted Date: May 29, 2019 Location: office of Dr. Kyle Sands Interviewer: Dr. Harold Starr Interviewed: Dr. Kyle Sands Description: unavailable Harold: What’s with the book? Kyle: It belonged to Gaspar de San Buenaventura. Don’t touch it without gloves, it’s very old. Harold: I can’t read Spanish. Kyle: (turning the pages) It has pictures. Harold: Is that SCP-6826? Kyle: What else would it be? Harold: If this is the proof you wanted to bring us about the identity of the object then I’m going to have to confiscate it. Kyle: But I promised my grandmother … Harold: You only have to give us the book if you’re wishing to submit it as evidence in your favor. If you can prove you had prior knowledge of the object, and were acting on that knowledge, then perhaps a promotion would be in order. Kyle: And Samiya? Harold: What about her? Kyle: Would she get promoted too? Harold: I can’t promote my own daughter that would be nepotism. Kyle: Technically, nepotism refers to promoting your nephew. Harold: Are you giving us the book or not? Kyle: I know I won’t get it back if I do. Harold: Then why are you showing it to me? Kyle: So that you at least, can take this seriously. My relative brought something to Texas two centuries ago that was supposed to help people, but it did the opposite. He wasn’t able to recapture it, but we did. Harold: So it’s done then, you got what you wanted. SCP-6826 is in its enclosure, we’ve added it to future budget projections, some of the new people find it very interesting and you can call yourself an acquisitions agent, at least unofficially. So, why the book? Kyle: It describes what might of happened had we not acted, you’ve heard of the plagues affecting local populations in colonial days? The object is the only one of its kind known to be living in this area, it would not have been able to reach everyone in time. Harold: Should I remind you modern medicine exists and that it’s not our job to save people from more or less normal threats? Kyle: Just how many more or less normal threats are out there now? Harold: Is this blackmail? You don’t have that clearance! (Harold makes a sudden attempt to retrieve the book and triggers Kyle’s left eye.) Harold: Son of a Bitch! (Harold sits in the corner and guards his face.) Kyle: You may need to get yourself checked, I’m still not sure that I can’t spread 6826-A that way. Oh and, could you return my contact lens? Harold: Where is it? Kyle: On your shirt collar. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6826" by Fierce fauna, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6827

thaumiel

Synthpanda_ SCP-6827 - THE HAPPY HUG MONKEY by SynthPanda_ More by this author NOTICE FROM THE CONTAINMENT COMMITTEE REVIEW BOARD This article has recently undergone major changes. A copy of the Classification and Special Containment Procedures as they were before 12/18/2021 can be found bellow: + Show Archived SCP-6827 Classification and Containment Procedures. - Hide Archived SCP-6827 Classification and Containment Procedures. Item #: SCP-6827 Special Containment Procedures: All known instances of SCP-6827-A are kept within a standard air-tight safe located within Site-118. Foundation web crawlers are to search for mentions of SCP-6827 activity. Any of such activity must be reported to the current project head Dr. David Finn. All tests involving SCP-6827 or an SCP-6827-A instance, as well as any actions that may result in an individual viewing an instance of SCP-6827-A, must be approved by Dr. Finn. Efforts to locate the creator or creators of SCP-6827-A and to permanently contain SCP-6827 are ongoing. - Hide Archived SCP-6827 Classification and Containment Procedures. Item#: 6827 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Research into the manufacturing and low-scale re-production of SCP-6827-A is ongoing. Any Foundation staff may request an instance of SCP-6827-A be sent to any member of Foundation personnel, including D-Class and sentient anomalies contained by the Foundation. Dr. Celine Bocelli, a member of the Ethics Committee and current project head of SCP-6827, is to review all requests for SCP-6827-A distribution. Description: SCP-6827 is a cognitohazardous entity which mainfests as a black furred Lar Gibbon1 wearing a blue cardboard cone on its head, with "สุขสันต์วันเกิด2" written on it in gold foil lettering. SCP-6827's only notable physical difference from non-anomalous Lar Gibbons is its arms, which are approximately two times the size of a baseline Gibbon's, however it exhibits a plethora of anomalous abilities which further separate it from its non-anomalous counterparts. SCP-6827 is intrinsically linked to SCP-6827-A, a series of cards produced by Hallmark Manufacturing Company, featuring a cartoon ape-like creature3 apparently called the "Happy Hug Monkey". The text on the cover of SCP-6827-A reads "THE HAPPY HUG MONKEY IS ON ITS WAY" with "DO NOT RESIST THE HAPPY HUG MONKEY" on the inside of the card. The card is from a series that is not anomalous in nature, and does not appear to have any physical differences to their non-anomalous counterparts. The Foundation has secured over 210 instances of SCP-6827-A. When any sentient individual reads SCP-6827-A, SCP-6827 will typically manifest within their line of sight. SCP-6827 will approach the individual at a speed of approximately 0.9 meters per second. SCP-6827 seems to have an innate sense of where the sentient individual is, and cannot be damaged or impeded by any known means, although it does appear to be affected by gravity. if the subject which views SCP-6827-A attempts to escape, SCP-6827-A is capable of de-manifesting and manifesting closer to its target when unobserved. Upon arriving at its target, SCP-6827 will wrap it arms around the effected individual, giving it a hug lasting anywhere from five seconds to six minutes. Those who interact with SCP-6827 have universally described the experience as pleasant. After this interaction, SCP-6827 will de-manifest, until another individual views an instance of SCP-6827-A. Addendum 6827.1: Discovery All known instances of SCP-6827-A were discovered within the Big C Supercenter located in Bangkok, Thailand, which had been shut down due to reports of a gibbon exhibiting unusual behavior. Local law enforcement was not equipped to handle, much less understand the situation, and the Foundation was quickly alerted to the incident. Foundation agents were sent in to handle the situation, and quickly determined SCP-6827-A to be the source of the anomaly. All 210 instances were confiscated and returned to site-108. Managers of the store reportedly had no recollection of ordering the cards, nor did store records indicate when and where the cards were obtained from. Hallmark Manufacturing Company was not distributing the series of cards within Thailand. Addendum 6827.2: Test Log SCP-6827 EXPERIMENT LOG TEST # DESCRIPTION RESULTS 6827-3 D-14335 and D-14336 are placed in adjacent cells, and both shown instances of SCP-6827-A. Test is to determine how SCP-6827 will react when two subjects view SCP-6827-A simultaneously. SCP-6827 appeared within D-14336's cell, and gave D-14336 a hug that lasted seven seconds. SCP-6827 then immediately de-manifested and re-manifested within D-14335's cell, and gave the Class-D subject a hug. Further testing confirms that SCP-6827 is incapable of being in two places at once. 6827-7 An agent in a large field observed an SCP-6827-A instance, and upon SCP-6827's appearance, immediately boarded a helicopter, all areas of which were being observed by Foundation staff. SCP-6827 was waiting for the helicopter at its designated landing spot. After the helicopter landed, SCP-6827 climbed aboard and gave the agent which had viewed SCP-6827 a hug lasting two minutes and forty-five seconds. Test suggests some level of sentience and problem-solving capabilities on the part of SCP-6827, however this is so far, unconfirmed. 6827-26 SCP-3355 views an instance of SCP-6827-A. SCP-6827 manifests within SCP-3355's containment chamber. It attempts to give SCP-3355 a hug, although its arms are not nearly long enough to wrap around the entirety of the computer. SCP-3355 expressed pleasure and gratitude towards Foundation staff after the interaction. Addendum 6827.3: Re-designation. To: O5 Council, Dr. Bocelli From: Dr. Finn Subject: SCP-6827 Esteemed members of the Containment Review Board, For the past six months, Dr. Bocelli and I have been running a small scale project in order to determine the efficacy of SCP-6827 in assisting with Foundation morale, and thus, Foundation containment methods. We have allowed staff to request the use of SCP-6827-A on any individual within Site-45, Site-72, and Site-108, including D-Class and sentient SCPs. This program has been an unequivocal success. The sites where this was implemented have seen an 82% increase in morale, and more importantly, a 37% increase in productivity. D-class cooperation in all sites was at an all time high within these sites, and many hostile SCPs showed a noted improvement in trust in and cooperation with Foundation personnel. I am formally requesting that SCP-6827 be unclassified to all Foundation staff, and re-designated as a Thaumiel level object. Future research into SCP-6827 should be focused on the reproduction of SCP-6827-A, as well as further uses of SCP-6827 as a way to improve current containment methods. I also strongly suggest that leadership of SCP-6827 be transferred to Dr. Bocelli as I believe she will be able to produce the results we seek more effectively than myself. We are not monsters. Let's use this opportunity to remind everyone under our protection of that. Thank you for your consideration - Dr. David Finn CONTAINMENT COMMITTEE REVIEW BOARD - SCP-6827 LOG DATE SUBJECT VOTE 02/21/2021 SCP-6827 initial draft review (4) Accept (0) Deny 12/16/2021 SCP-6827 proposed re-designation to Thaumiel (7) Revise (1) Maintain Footnotes 1. Hylobates Lar 2. "Happy Birthday" in Thai 3. The depicted creature resembles a Chimpanzee rather than a Gibbon, and has a mainly purple coloration. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6827" by SynthPanda_, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6827. Licensed under CC-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-6828

keter

Comrade Waldo Item#: 6828 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo The national flag of the Republic of Albania, one of the many symbols of SCP-6828. Special Containment Procedures: Because of the sudden and rapid outbreak of SCP-6828, Operation Red Eagle has been designed to mitigate the advance of SCP-6828. Joint Task Force Zeta-7 ("Watchful Eagles") is responsible to cooperate with national paranormal security agencies to slow down the effects of SCP-6828, and execute the countermeasures programmed in Operation Red Eagle. For more information on Operation Red Eagle, consult Addendum 6828.1. After the events that unfolded in Operation Fallen Eagle, Joint Task Force Zeta-7 operations inside the Republic of Albania have expanded beyond the protection of the Veil and censorship of the anomalous to the Albanian public. Joint Task Force Zeta-7 is now also responsible with the infiltration of Foundation personnel inside the Albanian government and capture of government officials related to Person of Interest-6828 that cooperate with the spread of SCP-6828, as well as the replacement of those government officials with those loyal to the SCP Foundation, the Paranormal Branch of SHISH, and the United Nations Global Occult Coalition. Description: SCP-6828 is a worldwide phenomenon where an increasing percentage of the world’s population identifies themselves as Albanian. SCP-6828 occurs in countries and localities which check into one of the following requirements for the phenomenon to manifest: Share the colors red and black of the Albanian flag. Share the national animal of Albania, which is the eagle1. Inside or near established communities of Albanians in the respective country. SCP-6828-A designates individuals affected by SCP-6828. Instances affected by SCP-6828 begin to self-identify as Albanian, become increasingly nationalistic about their new identity, practice and speak the Albanian language, and in many cases convert to and profess Islam. An important consequence of SCP-6828’s effects on SCP-6828-A’s instances is an increasingly nationalistic sentiment toward their new Albanian identity. Once individual SCP-6828-A instances become an important minority of the population they live in, they will try to separate from the national authority they currently live under to integrate the separated territory into the Republic of Albania. This has led to increasing movements across the world, especially in territories where Albanians already formed a significant portion of the population, with the exception of Albanian enclaves surrounding the country prior to the appearance of SCP-6828. Addendum 6828.1: Background Information The Department of Statistics discovered SCP-6828 during routine supervision of worldwide demographics. Findings suggest a significant increase in the Albanian population outside of the Balkans; from 4.8 million to 10 million in 2015. Specifically, major cases in countries such as Germany, Austria, and the United States – as well as other minor cases in France, Italy, and other countries throughout the Americas and Europe. The Foundation was not the only occult organization that studied what was classified as SCP-6828, as the United Nations Global Occult Coalition had been informed of the situation by the Paranormal Branch of the State Intelligence Service by personal order of the Prime Minister of Albania, Edi Rama. SCP-6828 was discovered by Albanian authorities and dated back to approximately early 2011 when a great number of foreigners applied for Albanian citizenship despite not having any cultural or familiar connection to the country. However, due to the initially small number of applications, the Ministry for Europe and Foreign Affairs did not reject most of them – it was until the number of applications accumulated to a level overburdening the bureaucracy that the Paranormal Branch of SHISH intervened. After discovering this phenomenon, the Paranormal Branch of SHISH reported it to the GOC Ambassador in Albania. Once discovered, the Ambassador alongside a team of appointed GOC members researched the phenomenon, discovering the magnitude of the situation – it was then that Prime Minister Rama suggested informing the Foundation to form a joint operation to mitigate the spread of SCP-6828. As a result, Joint Task Force Zeta-7 (“Watchful Eagles”) was formed with the purpose of: To survey and research the areas affected by SCP-6828. Contain the instances of SCP-6828-A2. Avoid the expansion of SCP-6828 to other communities, and suppress any information about SCP-6828 coming out to the public. After the formation of JTF Zeta-7, the SCP Foundation, and the United Nations Global Occult Coalition focused on the research and containment of SCP-6828 outside the Balkans because of the incapacity of the Paranormal Branch of SHISH to extend its resources outside of Albania and its surrounding territories – instead controlling the outbreak inside the area and avoid the risk of violence from this new nationalist outbreak. Furthermore, and as compensation, Prime Minister Rama shared a list with the Commander of JTF Zeta-7 about the main communities of Albanians throughout Europe and the United States that were the possible “ground zeros” for the spread of SCP-6828. Because of the list given by Prime Minister Rama, Operation Red Eagle was enacted ahead of schedule. Addendum 6828.2: Outline of Operation Red Eagle SCP-6828-A walking freely in Times Square, with the Albanian flag covering a screen of the square before being taken down by Zeta-7 operatives. The first case researched by the Foundation and the GOC was with the assistance of the Unusual Incidents Unit in several communities across the mainland United States. Surveys estimated that the approximately 215,000 Albanian Americans had doubled, and the largest community of Albanian Americans located in the New York City Metropolitan Area had quadrupled – with lower estimates on other communities such as in the Great Lakes Region. Interviews with SCP-6828-A instances, as well as related family members and friends from these SCP-6828-A instances, stated that the self-identification of SCP-6828-A as Albanian was sudden, with no prior interest or even knowledge of the country of Albania until the effects of SCP-6828. Then, singular SCP-6828-A instances began to profess and even encourage their family members to apply for Albanian citizenship3. Because of European and American foreigners moving and intervening in pro-Albanian guerrilla campaigns across the Balkans, as well as encouragement from SCP-6828-A to global news broadcasts by using internet memes and videos depicting ideas such as Greater Albania or poor-quality edits of Albania expanding through the rest of the world, this brought the attention of global news broadcasts. However, Joint Task Force Zeta-7 covered any information about an SCP-6828 epidemic and later tracked down the SCP-6828- A in charge of this campaign. Similar cases occurred in countries such as Italy, Germany, Austria, and other European countries, with the enactment of similar public disinformation policies. Despite these efforts, late captured SCP-6828-A instances were able to upload the few broadcasts and articles speaking of the outbreak of SCP-6828 and posted them to the internet accompanied with heavily nationalistic messages – encouraging other SCP-6828-A instances around the world to protest and even comment violence towards the national institutions from the countries they live in. The Republic of Argentina was the country in which this incident would happen, which was classified as Incident 6828-BNARSA.23. At the time of the incident, Argentina had a significant population of Albanians4 and doubled by the time of SCP-6828’s outbreak. Because of the reasons previously mentioned of low Foundation influence in the region, and the spread of information regarding the censorship of SCP-6828-A instances, the Argentinian SCP-6828-A instances responded to the calls of their fellow SCP-6828-A with multiple protests, and in the words of the official website of Albanian Society of Berisso5, “the repression and extermination of our Albanian brethren and our desire to live in sovereignty.” Picture taken by one of the regional news outlets of the SCP-6828 manifestation in Berisso that was later retrieved by Joint Task Force Zeta-7 during the disinformation campaign. The prior minor Albanian Society inside Buenos Aires managed to move 9,000 of the 80,000 SCP-6828-A instances, gaining the attention of local and international media outlets established in Latin America such as Russia Today, Telesur, Infobae, and many others. Pressured by international anomalous associations and agencies inside the Council of 108 to the Argentinian representative of their respective national normalcy agency, the Federal Capital of Buenos Aires mobilized its police agents to guard the municipal palace and disperse the protests. The situation escalated when violence erupted in these protests, leading to riots and mutual altercations between the Buenos Aires Provincial Police and the SCP-6828-A protesters. Several protesters were injured, but no casualties were recorded. This was enough for the leaders of the Albanian Society of Berisso to publish inside their website the following message: "It has been proved that the inefficient and corrupt government of Buenos Aires isn’t capable to respond to our demands nor satisfy our interests — and the previous massacre instigated by the Bonaerenses6 is proof of that. Tomorrow we will march to the Municipality and oust the Intendent. We will replace the flag of the sun with the two-headed eagle – the flag of our Albanian homeland — and proclaim our independence from Buenos Aires. Rest, brothers, for tomorrow, is our return to our Motherland." Later that day after the violence had temporarily dissipated, Prime Minister Rama gave an official declaration through his Twitter account as well as other social media about the situation. In it, Prime Minister Rama declared that the actions taken by the Argentine state were a violation of the human rights of the protesters and that it attempted against the right of self-determination. Prime Minister Rama also categorized them as “authoritarian, anti-democratic, and an attack on the sentiment of brotherhood from those who wish to reconnect with Albania” and called for the international community to intervene. While this tweet was not responded to by any national or international authority, the message was quickly spread by SCP-6828-A instances, and while multiple accounts that reposted this were deleted, the official statement was not because it would have drawn further attention to the incident – as well because, at the time, JTF Zeta-7 were planning the defense preparations in order to combat the SCP-6828-A protesters. The next day, September 3, 2015, SCP-6828-A protestors mobilized from the base of operations of the Albanian Society to the Municipality of Berisso7, with another 3,000 instances that had integrated into the protest, raising the Albanian flag and cartels written in Albanian encouraging the independence of Berisso from Argentina. The Berisso Police, the Buenos Aires Provincial Police, and a battalion of JTF Zeta-7 operatives disguised as the Argentinian National Gendarmerie stood to defend the Municipality from the SCP-6828-A protesters. Altercations began at 09:00 AM, with the use of violence from both sides and heavy use of cavalry, mustard gas, and shields to suppress and later arrest the SCP-6828-A instances under the charges of sedition and destruction of public property. Despite the combined efforts of the Berisso Police, the Buenos Aires Provincial Police, and JTF Zeta-7, the size of the SCP-6828-A and the tenacity and ruthlessness to enter the Municipality led to the joint operation to disperse, relocate in the local police department, and plan a way to retake the Municipality from the SCP-6828 movement. Footage taken by Operative Martinez of the last Zeta-7 agents during the downfall of the Municipality by SCP-6828-A instances. With the dispersion of JTF Zeta-7 and Argentinian authorities, SCP-6828-A instances entered the Municipality, destroying and vandalizing the inside, replacing it with Albanian symbols and figures, and finally, once taking the entirety of the palace, changing the flag of Argentina to the one of Albania. Immediately, a massive disinformation campaign was transmitted across Argentinian media that the protestors were a large number of students from Berisso that demanded greater support for better installations and representation with the Berissian authorities – this was managed due to a large portion of SCP-6828-A instances being adolescent to young adults who studied at the time. Meanwhile, the Foundation and the UNGOC negotiated with Big Tech and Mass Media companies to avoid the spread of the SCP-6828-A protests from gaining attention by the algorithm. Once done, backup was requested to disperse the SCP-6828-A protestors. With the assistance of Mobile Task Force Gamma-5 (“Red Herrings”) and UNGOC Assessment Teams, they were tasked with infiltrating the Municipality and using amnestics to disperse the protesters as done with SCP-6828 in the United States. At 07:30 of September 4, 2015, MTF Gamma-5 infiltrated the Municipal Palace as undercover SCP-6828-A instances. By 07:50 Class-C amnestics were deployed inside the building through the ventilation system, the area surrounding area the Municipality, and residences across Berisso through the water system. The operation succeeded, and soon enough, former SCP-6828-A instances began to leave the Municipality8, with only around 300 members both inside and outside the Municipality remaining. The following day, JTF Zeta-7 amnesticized the low-ranking members of the Berisso Police and the Buenos Aires Provincial Police. JTF Zeta-7 operatives disguised themselves as members of the Argentine Federal Police, Buenos Aires Metropolitan Police, and the Infantry Guard Crops to take over the situation and disperse the “student protestors”. However, none of these instances were the leaders of the Albanian Society of Berisso, which were immediately placed on a wanted list by normalcy agencies. Had this operation failed, a possible Broken Masquerade could have ensued and contributed to the spread of SCP-6828-A. After controlling the situation, the Foundation attempted to contact Prime Minister Rama for his post about the situation in Argentina – initially, JTF Zeta-7 High Command believed that Prime Minister Rama talked about the situation either because of the pressure he received from SCP-6828-A instances online or that he was pressured by someone else who was behind the spread of SCP-6828. But before the JTF Zeta-7 representative or UNGOC Ambassador contacted him, Prime Minister Rama immediately send a mail to JTF Zeta-7 about his post, apologizing for worsening the situation in Argentina, justifying it because he thought the protests had gotten out of control and caught the attention of the public, that it was impossible to ignore and would have been worse if he did due to now violent mobs of SCP-6828-A. However, Prime Minister Rama did not post or spoke about his mistake in the situation publicly, instead remaining silent – while presumably a smart move to avoid bringing more attention to the official story constructed at the time, the violence did not stop and only moved closer to Albania's borders. Paramilitary organizations such as the Albanian National Army, the National Liberation Army, and the Liberation Army of Chameria made rapid moves across the disputed territories between Albania and its neighbors as a reaction to the protests, justifying it “as the return of essential Albanian territory and for the memory of their fallen comrades”, despite significant attempts to alter the algorithm in the region to avoid any news about SCP-6828. While initially considered vaguely connected between the situation in Argentina and the tensions of the Balkans, this was only confirmed after an agent from the Paranormal Branch of SHISH participated in a raid after receiving a tip from Serbian soldiers that strange weapons that looked similar were used in the Yugoslav Wars. Not only that, but the agent implied a connection between these paramilitaries holding strange weaponry and the recent actions of Prime Minister Rama. His report directed to the Commander of JTF Zeta-7 has been attached below: This is the end of the after-action report from the operation, Commander. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this when we returned to base and met to report to you, but honestly, I’m paranoid. I haven’t even told my agents, but I’m truly concerned with how the situation with SCP-6828 has developed. I think I might have found a lead as to who is involved behind this phenomenon: our Prime Minister, Mr. Rama. Please, let me explain. Before I was sent on-field missions, I was tasked with paperwork: recovering old foreign applications to identify who were possible 6828-A instances. It was difficult, especially the oldest ones – some were almost unrecognizable from a normal citizen and an instance. But we did find key patterns for confirmed instances: most had a military background before moving to the country, some were part of paramilitaries, private defense contractors, or foreign legions, who were remarkable in the battlefield. This meant they were perfect candidates to incite rebellions across the world once SCP-6828 spread. Recovered paraweapons taken from the Albanian National Army paramilitary disguised as Russian Kalashnikovs. We were certain once we were deployed to Kosovo, to settle near paramilitary camps, to raid it, capture any instances, and recover any weaponry too. To nobody’s surprise, we found all of it: foreign instances dressed in uniform, training for combat. What catched our attention, however, was the weaponry mentioned in the report. There was paraweaponry – but not any paraweaponry, but experimental prototypes from the Tito era. Supposedly, it had immediately disappeared once he died and Yugoslavia fell to pieces. Supposedly, of course. The truth is that it came in the hands of all the armies of this region, and used against one another to kill ourselves. After the war, well, it disappeared again. A lot of it has been traded by paracriminals, and sold to other countries. Some of which are still in this region, a lot of governments had handed it to the Coalition after the wars were over. But now it seems not everyone did so. I’m not sure if our government gave the paramilitaries these paraweapons, or just the footprints to manufacture them. Either way, the government is involved – and Rama, specifically. Why? Think about it. Don’t you find it interesting that he personally contacted the Coalition, instead of the Director of SHISH? He said it was an extension of his cooperative foreign policy, but he didn’t just cooperate – he insisted that SHISH was the only organization to monitor 6828 activities in the region, without the aid of the Coalition, until recently. That gives him a perfect opportunity to have a loophole right under our noses, that would allow SCP-6828-A instances to come and go. I know, I’m paranoid, but this is confirmed further with what happened in Buenos Aires. When he gave you the list of all the regions for JTF Zeta-7 to investigate, he left out an immense city such as Buenos Aires, and one that has a high density of Albanians. And he couldn't have done it by accident, this is public knowledge, sir. It can’t be a coincidence, and neither was his post once shit hit the fan and it seemed the Veil was about to fall. And when that didn’t happen, he backtracked and made it seem like an accident. Do you see my point? Well, I hope so. Look, it may not be Mr. Rama who’s behind this. Maybe someone else is controlling him, but he’s involved, one way or another. I don’t want the task force to make any rash moves – we just need to keep and eye out on him. And please, don’t let him take this part of the document. Send him the rest of the report, but leave this out. It’s not so much about me, but about my family. I don’t want them to be used as bait if someone loyal to Mr. Rama finds this. I love my country sir, but I love my family living in a sane world more. For the sake of them and for the Veil, keep an eye on the Prime Minister. The report by the SHISH agent was met with skepticism by the Commander of JTF Zeta-7, but the disappearance of the agent shortly after his report and the sudden drift of communication between Prime Minister Rama and JTF Zeta-7 caused an actual concern for the survival of the operation and a potential risk for the containment of SCP-6828. Because of this, and with the approval of the Applied Force Department and the O5 Council, Operation Fallen Eagle began. Addendum 6828.3: Operation Fallen Eagle On September 27, 2015, at 05:00, Operation Fallen Eagle was enacted. A joint operation between Joint Task Force Zeta-7 and agents of the Paranormal Branch of SHISH disguised as members of the Republican Guard loyal to corner Prime Minister Edi Rama and interrogate him. The following log records the timeline of events of Operation Fallen Eagle are attached below: <Begin Log> 05:00: Initial mobilizations by Joint Task Force Zeta-7 commence, securing a perimeter surrounding the Prime Minister’s residency in the near buildings and interfering with the audio devices inside it to identify the time Prime Minister Rama wakes up. 05:10: Zeta-7 disguised as members of the Republican Guard fence the perimeter and prevent the trespassing of civilians, under the justification of remodeling and maintenance of the infrastructure. 05:30: Republican Guard soldiers arrive at their usual positions, repeating their usual routine prior to the wakening of Prime Minister Rama. 05:32: The command of Zeta-7 receives an audio transmission of Prime Minister Rama’s first actions of the day. Gamma-5 identifies he is currently located inside his office. 05:35: The Prime Minister’s vehicle is parked outside the entrance, at the time it usually picks up Prime Minister Rama. The Prime Minister’s driver was priorly substituted by a cover SHISH agent. 05:40: Communication inside the residency is lost. Prime Minister Rama arrived five minutes late to his pick-up. 05:45: Another five minutes pass without any information about Edi Rama’s location. Zeta-7 agents request to enter the Prime Minister’s Residency. Command orders to wait another five minutes, and in the case there is not an update of Rama’s whereabouts, Zeta-7 and the Republican Guard are authorized to enter the residency. 05:50: The five minutes pass. Command gives the authorization. The Republican Guard opens the gate to undercover Zeta-7 operatives, allowing them to enter the building. The Republican Guards close the door. Command orders the undercover SHISH agents to take away the fences and amnesticize passersby, then move to surround any possible escape routes from the Residency. 05:51: Zeta-7 is inside the Residency. They search through the different offices and rooms of the Residency. Few personnel are inside, with the exception of several cleaning staff and secretaries. The Zeta-7 Commander orders some of his subordinates to gather the staff and interrogate them. Interrogations reported that they never saw Edi Rama in the building, nor any sounds from his place of residence. The staff was later given amnestics. 05:57: The remaining Zeta-7 team arrives at Edi Rama’s bedroom. The bedroom is empty, but video capture showed the bed spread out, the closet missing several suits and his briefcase gone. The Zeta-7 commander reports to Command. Command orders them to check the Prime Minister’s office while ordering the rest of the Republican Guard and Strike Forces to search the surrounding area. 05:59: Zeta-7 arrives at the office. It opens the door and finds it empty, with the only abnormalities being the cracking chair and an opened pen above a note. Zeta-7 takes the note and confirms that Edi Rama is now missing. Command orders Zeta-7 to leave and gather any important information they may find while ordering the rest of the joint operation to leave and the Republican Guard to return to their positions. 06:02: Zeta-7 leaves through the back of the office building, entering the parked van and leaving the area. The Prime Minister’s vehicle leaves the area. 06:05: Due to the absence of Prime Minister Rama in today’s meeting with the Cabinet of Ministers, the President of Albania reported that Edi Rama was sick. Movements by the Foundation to utilize saved Edi Rama’s DNA to make a clone begin. <End Log> After Operation Fallen Eagle, Prime Minister Edi Rama was reported missing in all paranormal agencies and organizations allied to the Foundation and designated as Person of Interest-6828. A clone of Edi Rama was soon made to replace the Prime Minister, which is under constant watch and supervision by Foundation intelligence, alongside the updates to the containment procedures of SCP-6828. Below is the attached note written by Prime Minister Rama prior to his disappearance. To the Foundation and her allies, This is Prime Minister Edi Rama speaking. Or, the former prime minister, rather, due to the inconvenient circumstances surrounding my leadership with your containment efforts. Personally, I like to call them repression efforts. Repression efforts against the unification of the Albanian people throughout the world, which I dared to speak out against. And what was the result? My self exile. Now, I must fight in the shadows and continue this war. I had to leave my brothers, abandon my nation so that one day I could accomplish the goal that many tried and failed to bring to light: a Greater Albania. You must be so confused, wondering why. Why did I do this? After all, I was helping you, I let your troops stand in this country like if it were your own. And my policy was the same outside the Veil, and it did seem that Albania was moving forward, leaving a new past behind, and willing to walk a new road with her neighbors. You must think I’m a madman, a backstabber, both to you and my country. But some scars never heal, especially when those scars are kept open by your neighbors and you are forced to watch them go unpunished. Sometimes, you can’t ever let go. After all, ask the Serbians. Do you think they’re fine with the Albanian population in Kosovo, and not having it inside their country? Or what about their countrymen inside Bosnia and Herzegovina, do you think they’re fine with them too? The truth is, no one is happy with the lines of the map. Because lines on a map don’t mean anything to any of us – but to you, it’s everything. It represents order and stability, but to us it represents division. But what does the Foundation know? You do not have any borders, you do not have a nation, you have no loyalty or ancestry or history to anyone or anything. You only care about Normalcy. You only care about preserving your Veil. You swear to secure and protect humanity, until that humanity of some nation threatens, then you stomp your boot on their neck with the hopes that it cannot breathe any longer. How come that the Germans, Poles, Italians, French, Britons, Slovaks, Spanish, and other nations in Europe have their people united in their borders, but we don’t? We’re as old as Europe itself, but you exclude us from that chance and expect us to be fine with it. But the spirit of a nation, united in brotherhood, is stronger than any line on a map drawn by an uncaring international organization. We, Albanians, may be separated – but we are united by our connection to our Motherland. Our neighbors have snatched our territories and separated our people – we were never given the chance to unite, of being bigger, of being greater. And if we cannot have our land peacefully, we will take it by force. And if we have to bring the rest of the world to our Motherland, even if they do not want to, so be it. Greater Albania is just the start. Soon, the world shall be unified under the flag of the two-headed eagle and founded upon the drenched red of your blood. Soon, the world shall be one. And it’ll end as we begun, under one nation, one people, one goal: Albania. Yours truly, Former Prime Minister Edi Rama After the discovery of this note, Prime Minister Edi Rama has been designated as Person of Interest-6828 and placed under the List of the Most Wanted Paracrimanls in most normalcy government agencies. At the same time, Foundation researchers discovered that the adaptation of national and regional symbols of areas affected by SCP-6828 to symbols different from that of the Republic of Albania lowered the probability of SCP-6828 presenting itself. Because of this, Operation Red Eagle has expanded beyond the protocols enacted in the containment procedures to the purpose of removal and renovation of national and local symbols inside areas heavily affected by SCP-6828, as well as the suppression of Albanian symbology across multiple countries. Footnotes 1. The actual national animal of Albania is the double-head eagle, however, SCP-6828 affects countries that only have a one-headed eagle as well. 2. Specifically, the SCP-6828-A that are the leaders of multiple SCP-6828 movements. 3. After further testing and interrogations, Foundation researchers concluded that these encouragements do not spread SCP-6828. Studies are still being conducted to conclude the case. 4. Approximately 40,000 before the outbreak of SCP-6828-A. 5. A locality inside the federal capital of Buenos Aires, where most Albanians established themselves during the Albanian diaspora and before the outbreak of SCP-6828. 6. Local terminology used to describe the Buenos Aires Provincial Police. 7. The Intendent was moved the day the message was posted, as well as the rest of the cabinet. 8. With proper tracking protocol followed to see if the effects of SCP-6828-A remained. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6828" by Comrade Waldo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6828. Licensed under CC-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-6829

euclid

Digital recreation of a recovered diagram depicting an early design for SCP-6829-A. Weapon systems are not present as this iteration was intended for reconnaissance. Item #: SCP-6829 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6829-A is currently kept at Site-18 within a large containment chamber. Further testing with SCP-6829-A has been suspended, and it is to remain deactivated. Counter-intelligence operatives are tasked with discrediting the existence of SCP-6829-A in the public consciousness. Online spaces that host discussions related to SCP-6829-A are to be monitored for disseminating disinformation. SCP-6829-B is contained on-site in Antarctica within Provisional Site-6829. All personnel are to maintain a minimum distance of 7 m away from the object. Additional support beams have been installed to reinforce the structural integrity of the hangar housing SCP-6829-B. Visual and auditory hallucinations are to be considered normal, and personnel must undergo weekly psychological evaluations. Description: SCP-6829 refers to two objects designated SCP-6829-A and SCP-6829-B. SCP-6829-A is an experimental aircraft developed during the Second World War by Krupp engineers, and the Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps of Nazi Germany. According to recovered documents from the Reich Ministry of Aviation, it was intended to be an anti-gravity propelled vehicle equipped with anomalous assets under the name Haunebu.1 However, numerous delays combined with the conclusion of World War II prevented the completion of the project. SCP-6829-A is believed to be the only prototype in existence. SCP-6829-A is in the shape of a disc with a sphere at the center, which is where the cockpit is located. The total diameter of the aircraft is 4.2 m wide while the sphere itself is 2.9 m. The interior of the cockpit is circular, and accessible from a hatch on the hull. It was designed to house two pilots who were seated opposite of each other. Parts of its frame are covered in steel panels bolted to it, but many internal components remain exposed. It is equipped with 4 single-mounted MG 131 turrets around the top of the cockpit. In addition, reinforced cameras are attached to each turret that transmit a live visual feed to screens within the cockpit. SCP-6829-A also exhibits 4 retractable landing gear. SCP-6829-A possesses the following anomalous properties. All turrets were connected to an automated targeting system utilizing circuits imbued with thaumaturgical sigils, and a single-chip microprocessor composed of human tissue. A demonic seal2 is etched into this component, which generated Tartarean Resonance Energy3 when the automated system was activated. The system had an accurate firing rate of 90% when locked on targets, but it was incapable of discerning between allies or enemy combatants. To reduce risk of sudden activation and other Tartarean-class activity, an exorcism was performed to disable it. The turrets can switch from mundane bullets to a specialized set of ammunition. They resemble standard bullets for the MG 131, except they have a thaumaturgical symbol painted on the casing. When fired they produce large amounts of electrical charge. Upon impact an electromagnetic pulse is generated with an area of effect of approximately 4 m. SCP-6829-A is equipped with a bomb bay accessible through an aperture beneath the cockpit. It was intended to drop both anomalous and mundane munitions for bombing runs. One of the munitions designed for this purpose were 3 ceramic bombs covered in thaumaturgical sigils containing rats in a state of suspended animation. They became animate when the ceramic was broken, and it was discovered the rats were infected with a strain of SCP-008.4 All recovered specimens were disposed of by incineration. Attached to a ceiling compartment within the cockpit, a cylindrical metal tube measuring 15 cm long houses a synthetic crystal wrapped in copper wire. It is connected to a switch that triggers the flow of an electrical current through the wire. Upon receiving the electrical charge, the crystal will refract light in a 5 m radius, rendering SCP-6829-A invisible to observers. While active pilots were unable to see due to a lack of light entering their eyes. The Obskurakorps proposed that pilots should sparingly use the feature to strategically confuse enemy combatants during air combat manoeuvring. SCP-6829-A is capable of teleportation in short distances, which is inputted through a computer terminal in the cockpit. However, when activated the pilots did not teleport with SCP-6829-A to the desired location. As a result, subsequent test flights by the Germans were prohibited from using the feature, and it was tested on the ground to minimize potential damages. Foundation researchers were able to verify this flaw with an agent volunteering to be in the cockpit.5 Anti-gravity propulsion and power supply is generated by a bell-shaped device located between the pilots. Various cables are attached to it, and it appears to be seamless. The exact contents of the device are unknown, but it is suspected to be biological in nature. When SCP-6829-A is activated it produces a sound resembling a slow heartbeat, which becomes more rapid during liftoff. In addition, a substance referred to as "Xerum 525" was used for the core, later identified as a mixture of mercury and equine blood. This prompted speculation by researchers that the core is likely to be a variant of a mercury-vortex engine. The resulting anti-gravitational field creates a microgravity environment around the object. However, negative health effects will manifest from prolonged exposure to the anti-gravity bubble within the cockpit. Subjects will most notably exhibit muscle atrophy, and a decrease in bone density over time. Furthermore, the anti-gravity field will eventually begin to expand the longer it remains active, causing all objects in its vicinity to become weightless. It is unknown how far the field can stretch before reaching a limit, but a distance of 16 m was measured before the test was terminated. Aerial photograph of Tarnewitz in 1941. SCP-6829-A was recovered on May 1, 1945 at the Tarnewitz research facility near Boltenhagen, Germany.6 It was found in one of the subterranean hangars alongside other anomalous weaponry in development. Various documents were destroyed prior to the arrival of American forces, but some files were able to be salvaged regarding the project. A few alluded to SCP-6829-A being loosely modelled after SCP-6829-B. SCP-6829-B is a damaged spacecraft of extraterrestrial origin. It is in the shape of an oblate spheroid with a diameter of 5 m, and constructed from a grey colored metal. Thermal imaging reveal it to possess a surface temperature of around 35 °C. In-depth research into SCP-6829-B is currently not possible due to a distorting spatial anomaly surrounding the object. The area of effect ranges up to around 6 m, but it has been observed to fluctuate further by several centimeters. Individuals that attempt to approach the object will experience fatal phenomena such as folding into themselves; merging with the ground and other surrounding objects; body parts being spontaneously relocated away from the subject; or complete disintegration. Additionally, within approximately 20 m of SCP-6829-B, individuals will experience hallucinations. Personnel will report hearing incomprehensible voices, and witness unidentified objects or loved ones the closer they are to the object. Notably, this effect has been diminishing throughout its history within containment. It was originally recorded to have span over an area of around 50 m. The cause for the decreasing range is unknown. According to documents from Wewelsburg Castle, SCP-6829-B was recovered in the summer of 1936 after crashing in the Black Forest near Frieburg, Germany. This information is corroborated by a French observatory that noted an object entering the Earth's atmosphere, but it was dismissed as a meteor at the time. Additionally, the Obskurakorps claimed SCP-6829-B originated from an advance civilization in the Taurus constellation near Aldebaran.7 However, this information is considered unreliable as it cannot be verified, and it is unknown how it was acquired by the organization. Sometime in 1943, SCP-6829-B was transported from Germany to a facility in New Swabia.8 It is kept within an underground hangar isolated from the rest of the complex. Due to the hazardous anomaly surrounding the object it cannot be relocated. As a result, Provisional Site-6829 has been established to monitor it. Addendum 01: The individual responsible for the development of SCP-6829-A was later identified as Arland Schmitz. After the Second World War, Schmitz was acquired by the United States government through Operation Paperclip to develop aircraft for the US Air Force. Under their employ, he aided in the development of SCP-████ and SCP-████; resulting in the McCarthy-Truman UFO Scandal of 1951, and the Kecksburg UFO Incident of 1965, respectively. The Department of Defense were reluctant to surrender Schmitz over to the Foundation up until his assassination by Soviet GRU agents on February 2, 1953. Memos were recovered from Germany that were written by or addressed to Schmitz regarding SCP-6829-A and -B. They have been translated into English from German. Person of Interest files for all individuals named in these memos can be provided upon request. From Arland Schmitz To Maria Orsic Subject Turrets Please tell those wizards from the Thule Society that the turrets shot another one of my engineers with hellfire. This is the third time this week, Maria. The holy water is not working. In fact, I think it only agitates it. We need a better way to control the bloodlust of this demonic abomination now or we cannot continue to work. From Hans Kammler To Arland Schmitz Subject Xerum 525 The alchemist of the Thule Society sends his regards, and hopes this single barrel of Xerum 525 will satisfy your needs. The tests at Wenceslas showed great promise, but I personally believe the rocket will be our future. I have seen the original vehicle. It is something only a god could build for traveling the stars. Nonetheless, do not let me discourage you. We will need whatever we can develop to win this war. From Arland Schmitz To Otto Weber Subject Peer Review I am writing to notify you that I have received your notes. On behalf of my team, we are thankful for your assistance. Haunebu will dominate the skies once we properly integrate the displacement mechanics into its core. Best of luck to you on Project Chronos.9 From Arland Schmitz To Heinrich Himmler Subject Shipment We have received the specimen from the Eastern Front. This plague will be a fine addition to Haunebu's armaments. We began by infecting rats with it. They make for good hosts given their size, and their ability to spread all manner of pestilence. Unfortunately, a researcher got bitten by one of the awful critters. Of course, we shot him in the head and burned his body as instructed in the reports without further incident. I dare not imagine an outbreak on our fatherland as described by our men at the frontline. A weapon such as this will be perfect for isolated locations such as Britain. I'm sure the Fuhrer will see the potential devastation we can inflict with it. From Heinrich Himmler To Arland Schmitz Subject Relocation of Black Forest Vessel The Black Forest vessel is to be transported to New Swabia. It is the safest place given the uncertain future we now face. Commander Karl Reuter will be leading this relocation effort. Have it ready for him. Addendum 02: The following journal entries were retrieved from Provisional Site-6829. Various pages were burnt or torn out, and the author of their contents is unknown. There are no dates on any of the entries, but it is estimated they were written between 1944 to 1956. Extraneous entries not mentioning SCP-6829-B have been omitted. The voyage was long, but we have finally arrived to New Swabia. The Antarctic is cold and barren, but the base they built is below that awful surface. The strange vehicle we brought with us is now secure in one of the hangars. Commander Reuter told us that it fell from the heavens as a blessing, and our enemies must never have it. Others have brought various machines, and rare Aryan artifacts here. Hopefully we win the war soon. I cannot send letters from here back home. My sister lost her husband in the front, and her daughter, precious Tulip, became terribly ill recently. I hope for them the best until I can return to Berlin. The fool activated it. I saw several men who accompanied him be crushed into the floor or crumbled to dust until nothing was left. It whirred loudly before going silent. None of us can get close to the vehicle now without being killed. Our only hope is for it to lose power. After all, it is just a machine. It is a shame this happened for nothing. The snow men10 were able to successfully fend off the British commandos.11 Commander Reuter will be disappointed once he returns. I refuse to return to that hangar. Whispers keep coming out of the machine, and I sometimes hear the giggling of my niece. The others agree with me. We'll close off the hangar for now. There are other problems at hand. A large military force is coming, probably Americans.12 We will have to prepare ourselves. We all had the same dream last night. There was nothing except an endless void of stars. I felt weightless like I was floating in water. Then I heard a voice I could not understand at first. It spoke some strange language until it eventually began speaking atrocious German that repeated itself. "Return" is what everyone could understand. I kept this to myself, but I also saw Tulip, my niece. She called for me to follow her, and play in her mother's garden. I now see her sometimes peeking around corners while giggling. Am I going mad? My thoughts do occasionally lie with my family, but they do not feel like they are my own. It is almost like a dream. We have lost contact with the Kindergarten.13 Volunteers are going to check on them after the storm passes. Werner wants to go with them to get far away from the hangar. He said maybe he will finally be able to get sleep over there. Perhaps I'll join him. I've been too frightened to sleep for I have nightmares of a terrible red storm. It has been called off. We saw something massive moving out there, and it was in the direction of the Kindergarten. The giggling is now louder from that damn hangar. Curse that foul machine. Fritz took his own life. We found him in his barracks. His note said he kept hearing his mother and grandmother calling for him to come to the hangar. He also kept writing "return" over and over. We got the crematorium to work for him, but I was unable to stay with the others as he burned. The fire looked too much like her hair. We are dead men. There is nowhere to go, and nobody will come for us. Food supply is dwindling after the fire ravaged it. This land is cursed. Tulip keeps tugging at my arm to follow her. She says the hangar with the machine is warm with a beautiful garden. Her mother is also there. Maybe I'll finally go with Tulip. I'm tired of being cold. Image received during the transmission. Addendum 03: On March 15, ████, SCP-6829-B released a burst of ionizing radiation. Personnel present within Provisional Site-6829 at the time exhibited radiodermatitis, and accompanying symptoms of radiation sickness such as nausea. Thermometers recorded an increase in temperature within the hangar up to 41 °C before quickly receding back to normal. SCP-6829-B remained idle for 4 minutes until it began to send a transmission to all nearby devices capable of receiving it in a 2 km radius. It contained the following message in German with an image attached to it. No further communication has occurred since. Danger. Repairs unsuccessful. Cessation of systems inevitable. Return the pilot. Return home. Footnotes 1. Haunebu is an Ancient Egyptian ethnonym referring to the Sea Peoples between 1200–900 BC during the Bronze Age collapse. In their pseudoarchaeological endeavors, the Ahnenerbe believed the Sea Peoples were all Aryans originating from the Followers of Mekhane - who they interpreted as "Nordic Dwarves" - in the Aegean Sea. The name Haunebu was selected in reference to an ancient Mekhanite manuscript, which the Ahnenerbe obtained during the Axis occupation of Greece. It alludes to the existence of ancient flying machines, but, as of writing, Foundation archaeologists have yet to discover such vehicles. 2. Foundation demonologists identified the seal as belonging to subordinates of the demonic entity known as Belphegor. Further information is available within demonology reports compiled by the Occult Research Division. 3. Tartarean Resonance Energy (TRE) is a type of radiation emitted by demonic entities. 4. Classified military reports from German and Soviet troops documented small outbreaks of SCP-008 across the Eastern Front. The war had disturbed several dormant G2 sites, but all infected were successfully contained by the two factions. According to the USSR, the most severe outbreak occurred during the Battle of Stalingrad. Further information can be found in Archive 008. 5. Agent ███████ █████████ received only minor injuries from the subsequent fall onto airbags. 6. Tarnewitz was a site dedicated to the development of mundane and anomalous weaponry. Further information regarding the history of the facility can be found under archived files of Operation Hammer. 7. Aldebaran is a star located 65 light-years away from Earth, and it is interpreted as the eye of the Taurus constellation. In 1993, an exoplanet designated Aldebaran b was discovered to be orbiting the star. Coincidentally, it is speculated one of its moons may be able to support extraterrestrial life. Further information can be found under Project Heimdall. 8. New Swabia (German: Neuschwabenland) was territory illegitimately claimed by Nazi Germany in Antarctica following an expedition to the continent in 1938. The facility in question is part of a subterranean complex separately designated as SCP-████. 9. Project Chronos was the designation for SCP-2367 alongside the codename Die Glocke (translation: The Bell). 10. Referring to entities that have been designated as SCP-████. 11. The author is referring to a classified mission carried out by the British Special Air Service under Operation Tabarin in 1945. 12. The author is referring to Operation Highjump carried out by the United States in 1946-47. It was led by Rear Admiral Richard E. Byrd with numerous objectives in collaboration with the Foundation. 13. Kindergarten (translation: Garden of Children) was the designation for SCP-2936.

SCP-6830

esoteric-class

The Stars will not be enough to stop him. I am his son, and I swear by our joined blood to find what will. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 6/6830 Classified Access granted by O5 approval only. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6830 Item#: 6830 Level6 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Cernunnos denotes that the anomaly can be functionally contained, but the Foundation cannot achieve this for logistical and/or ethical reasons. SCP-6830-1, 6830-2, and their daughters prior to activation of SCP-6830. Daily physical monitoring by Foundation personnel of the ruins of the Temple Complex at Amarna is required in order to ensure the removal of any new or overlooked inscriptions regarding SCP-6830, SCP-6830-1, or SCP-6830-Aten. Thaumaturges from the Department of Tactical Theology will monitor Hume level and Akiva radiation fluctuations, and any newly discovered cognitohazardous inscriptions are to be immediately defaced by trained personnel. Additional monitoring by MTF Chi-09 (“Page Turners”) of academic publications, institutions, and curriculum as well as any non-academic publications or media that focus on any component of SCP-6830 (either individually or corporately) in order to prevent the dissemination of possibly accurate information. In order to prevent a likely CK-Class Restructuring Scenario in which SCP-6830-Aten is able to either partially or fully enter our timeline (hereafter classified as a HEKA event), a concerted effort must be maintained by Foundation personnel to confuse the historical narrative surrounding SCP-6830-1. All factual information regarding SCP-6830 and its component parts is to be kept exclusively contained to the awareness and records of Site-91's approved research team and the O5 Council. In the event that Site-91 detects any fluctuations in local reality, Akiva radiation, or other anomalous activity within the Amarna temple complex, Reliquary Area-27 is to be notified immediately to scramble MTF Kairos-01 to prepare for a possible HEKA event and probable Veil breach and/or CK-Class Restructuring Scenario. SCP-6830 is the designation for a thaumaturgical ritual.As the details of the ritual itself are unknown at the time, a connection to SCP-3457 should not be presumed, although there seems to be a possibility of connection due to manner in which SCP-6830-2 was described by surviving documentation as discovering the ritual via discourse with 'religious personages outside of the Egyptian court of great knowledge'. Further research is advised. completed by the Pharaoh Akhenaten (hereafter designated as SCP-6830-1 prior to the performance of SCP-6830)..The tenth ruler of the Eighteenth Dynasty of Ancient Egypt, who reigned c. 1351 through 1334 BCE. Prior to the fifth year of his reign, he was known by the name Amenhotep IV before his conversion to Atenism. While the details of the ritual itself are only partially understood, the resulting Akiva radiation feedback loop caused massive distortion to space-time which in turn created several linear temporality refractions. Only one of these refractions resulted in a timeline within which SCP-6830-1 successfully ascended to godhood (this iteration hereafter designated SCP-6830-Aten). It should be assumed that there were multiple temporal refractions created that likely remain unidentified by the Foundation or by SCP-6830-Aten. See Table II for known and theorized timelines. The ruins of the temple complex at Amarna, which acted as the seat of worship for the cult SCP-6830-1 established, will additionally manifest anomalous inscriptions, indistinguishable from ancient carving in both physical nature and literary content, upon various surfaces. Typically these inscriptions will appear four times in a solar year, although the exact frequency cannot be predicted with certainty. The inscriptions also may contain cognitohazardous elements in roughly 80% of cases, although the effects fluctuate between causing the subject to either become more prone to fanatical belief and worship of SCP-6830-Aten or be struck by intense paranoia of imminent invasion by unknown and unseen threats. While the inscriptions can be easily excised by trained personnel, any failure to do so will increase the appearance of additional inscriptions within an expanding radius outward from Amarna. It must be noted that it is unknown why these carvings have not already expanded to their full potential, as they were left unchecked for several millennia before rediscovery. A combination of chronological distance, dearth of primary source material (either through accidental loss, natural processes, or intentional destruction), and an abundance of space-time contamination caused by the actions of SCP-6830-Aten through various timelines has made a complete description of the events of SCP-6830 difficult to construct. However, the following events can be known with a relative degree of certainty: + Table I - Known Events Preceding SCP-6830 + worship he who waits in jubilee Table I - Known Events Preceding SCP-6830 (NB: Be aware that while the dates for events are approximated, the order of events has been verified via multiple historical and anomalous sources held by the Foundation, and can be accepted as accurate.) c. 1351 BCE - SCP-6830-1 ascends to the Egyptian throne, very likely as a child..It is unknown how old SCP-6830-1 was at his ascension, one of the recovered instances of cognitohazardous inscriptions found at the Amarna Temple Complex refers to the 'scales upon his eyes which fell away in his eighteenth year', which refers to his conversion to Atenism in the fifth year of his reign. Egyptian religious culture can be described at this point as polytheistic and supporting active worship for various divinities with little to no persecution on the basis of doctrine. c. 1342 BCE - SCP-6830-1 begins to institute a change in state religion throughout the kingdom of Egypt which dismantles the cults of all gods except a manifestation of the sun god known as Aten..While a solar deity akin to Ra or Horus, Aten appears to be specifically the non-anthropomorphized representation of the sun disk (as viewed in the sky) as well as the light that is received from it. While the Book of Coming Forth by Day, most commonly known as the Book of the Dead, includes mention of Aten as a god in its own right to be respected, prior to the reign of SCP-6830-1's father it held little to no place within Ancient Egyptian polytheistic worship. Previously in his reign SCP-6830-1 had expressed his religious proclivities in speeches and temple decoration, however this point marks the beginning of the shift towards moving the entirety of religious ritual and behavior to focus exclusively in Aten, with SCP-6830-1 acting as exclusive high priest of the cult. c. 1342-44 BCE - SCP-6830-1 discovers the nature and details of SCP-6830 through his primary wife, Nefertiti (hereafter designated SCP-6830-2). SCP-6830-1's son and future successor Tutankhamen (hereafter designated SCP-6830-3) is believed to have spoken out against SCP-6830-1's plans to utilize the ritual, but nothing further about this conflict is known at this time. c. 1339 BCE - SCP-6830-1 begins preparations for SCP-6830, including the construction of a temple complex to house the necessary components as well as various thaumaturgical artifacts, ritualists, and necessary sacrifices. All other worship in Egypt is suppressed to degrees of varying success, although the greatest impact is seen around Amarna, Karnak, and Thebes. The scale of the ritual requires over a decade of preparation and collection of needed resources. c. 1334 BCE - SCP-6830-1 attempts to complete SCP-6830, which manifests several linear temporality refractions, only one of which results in success and the creation of SCP-6830-Aten. SCP-6830-2 is also empowered to a lesser degree in this timeline and is now designated as SCP-6830-Maat. SCP-6830-1 is killed during the process in all other timelines, including the Foundation's baseline reality. See Addendum 6830.1 for further details. Although the Foundation's current timeline (designated Timeline Ⳮ) does not contain the successful outcome of SCP-6830 as a historical reality, SCP-6830-Aten is aware of Timeline Ⳮ and has made several aborted attempts to encroach upon local chronology. The modus of these attempts is poorly understood, but it has been confirmed that a baseline amount of belief in SCP-6830-Aten's existence in the destination timeline is required in order for the transfer to be effective. If SCP-6830-Aten is able to successfully transfer itself to a separate temporal refraction, the timeline within which it previously was located in will experience complete reality destabilization within a solar year of its departure. The mechanism behind this destruction is not understood at this time. + Table II - Known Resultant Timelines + he rejoices, waiting within the horizon Table II - Known Resultant Timelines Timeline Designation Status Notable Features Timeline Ⳮ Stable Foundation's current timeline. SCP-6830-Aten is not present, but actively attempting to enter via temporality refraction. Reality destabilized (via multiple actors, not exclusively SCP-6830-Aten), but sustainable without future HEKA events or incursions. Timeline ⳤ Stable Timeline which currently contains SCP-6830-Aten after direct incursion (dated to roughly September 1942 CE). Civilization appears technologically stunted with fragmented societies kept within rigid caste systems, but with access to immense thaumaturgical and theologically derived power by the priest caste supporting SCP-6830-Aten. Timeline Ⳛ Destroyed Original timeline of SCP-6830, which was subsumed by SCP-6830-Aten in its attempt to shift between chronological boundaries. The thaumaturgical process by which SCP-6830-Aten is able to utilize space-time in order to create a temporality refraction is poorly understood at this time. Timeline Ⳃ Destroyed Timeline destroyed by SCP-6830-Aten which resulted in the discovery of SCP-6830 by the Foundation. See Incident Log 6830.2.42 for further information. Timeline Ⳁ Theoretical Timeline believed to exist where SCP-6830 succeeded, but with SCP-6830-3 attaining godhood (hereafter designated SCP-6830-Duat). It is believed that SCP-6830-Duat is the only being capable of SCP-6830-Aten's compete neutralization. See Dream Log 6830.11 for further information. Timeline Ⳉ Theoretical Timeline in which SCP-6830-2 (hereafter designated SCP-6830-Maat) was destroyed by SCP-6830-Duat. See Dream Log 6830.11 for further information. It appears that in the immediate aftermath of SCP-6830 (within the timelines where SCP-6830-1 was killed after its failure) there was an intentional effort by SCP-6830-3 (as Pharaoh of Egypt) to revert the religious changes put in place by SCP-6830-1 as well as to deface and destroy any cartouches or inscriptions of SCP-6830-1’s name within the Amarna temple complex and return the Egyptian capital to Thebes. It should be noted that this practice of defacing the name of the previous ruler was not uncommon by pharaohs upon their ascension, particularly after an unpopular reign by their predecessor. It also appears that SCP-6830-3 used physical practices of iconoclasm typical for the era rather than any specific ritual behavior to eliminate the remains of SCP-6830-1’s efforts. Initially, it was believed that SCP-6830-3's reign proceeded without further incident, but during Howard Carter's cataloguing of SCP-6830-3's grave goods, a papyrus fragment was found wrapped around the sheath of an iron dagger in the Pharaoh's sarcophagus..Confirmed by academic researchers in 2016 to have been fashioned from meteoric iron, the dagger (along with several other iron implements) was found within the tomb and listened on papyri inventories among in the late pharaoh's effects as 'The Stars'. Although it was translated at the time, Carter and his contemporaries at the Royal Department of Para-Archaeology (one of many Foundation precursors) did not recognize it as referring to SCP-6830 and instead was thought to be a protection spell in line with more typical Egyptian grave goods. See below for a translation. Addendum 6830.1 + Fragment Translation + the wonders of his work, hidden from the face of man Fragment Translation (NB: Papyrus is inked in a firm hand with a deep brown ink, closer to late Middle Hieratic script than the expected Eighteenth Dynasty Hieratic found elsewhere in the tomb. While scribe is unknown, Foundation paleography experts do not believe it matches other writings found within the tomb and agree that it is probable that it was likely written by SCP-6830-3.) It worked, and it did not work. I am but a man and cannot understand the ways of the gods, of which he now may claim to be, but I do know this. I failed. I watched him die, I destroyed the Name wherever it stood but still, I failed. How does it continue to return? The Stars will not be enough to stop him. I am his son, and I swear by our joined blood to find what will. It is unknown at this time what other efforts SCP-6830-3 may have made beyond defacing the inscriptions made at Amarna and removing the cartouches of SCP-6830-1 on official stelae. As SCP-6830-3 died particularly young, it is possible that no further actions were possible. Prior to the rediscovery of the Amarna temple complex in the late 19th Century by European archaeologists, information as well as general cultural knowledge of SCP-6830-1 had remained scant. However, with KV55.The site of SCP-6830-1's desecrated tomb and sarcophagus. Foundation misinformation efforts have focused upon clouding the certainty of SCP-6830-1's mummy being found at this location. unearthed in 1907 by Department of Para-archaeology researcher Edward Ayrton along with Carter's famed discovery of SCP-6830-3's untouched tomb in the Valley of the Kings in 1922, academic awareness of SCP-6830-1 as well as his attempts to replace Egyptian polytheism with exclusive worship of Aten entered both academic and cultural narratives almost immediately. After the initial rediscovery of Amarna and the publishing of their findings in academic journals,.Like many Foundation precursor organizations, Para-archaeologists were often beholden to various academic and corporate interests as sponsors which resulted greater awareness and publication of findings than in the present age. Ayrton, Carter, and their associates at the Department of Para-archaeology noticed the proliferation of anomalous inscriptions began to significantly increase with greater cultural awareness of SCP-6830-1, as well as the necessity of their destruction. However, the causal link was poorly understood until Carter's discovery of SCP-6830-3 and the translation of several inscriptions at both Amarna and Karnak regarding the reign of SCP-6830-1, which resulted in early containment procedures being established, consisting primarily of monitoring Amarna directly and nullifying any resultant inscriptions. In September of 1942, during the aftermath of the Battle of Alam el Halfa and the end of Axis occupation in Africa, Generalleutnant Rommel directed a contingent of German troops to retreat through Amarna in order attempt to cut off British Lieutenant General Montgomery's Allied reinforcements en route from Malta. As a result, monitoring of the temple complex was compromised for roughly one week and an extensive proliferation of inscriptions occurred as well as an additional anomaly which had not been previously witnessed. See Incident Log 6830.2.42 for details. Addendum 6830.2 + Incident Log 6830.2.42 + and what is on high, flying with its wings Incident Log 6830.2.42 At solar noon, five humanoid incorporeal entities begin to appear around the Amarna temple complex within the boundaries of the newly discovered inscriptions (roughly 250m from the center of the Small Temple ruins). Each entity appeared to visually match standard Homo sapiens anatomy, with simple clothing that suggests a lower class strata (if applying historical metrics), although the projections appeared to be roughly twice as large as expected and hovered roughly 3m off of the ground. Rudimentary sound recording equipment was present on site which allowed for the entities' speech to be translated from the original Ancient Middle Egyptian language by Foundation researchers. Two figures (FIG. 1 & FIG. 2) are seen in a state of panic, seemingly unable to stand still for more than a few seconds at a time. One figure (FIG. 3) stands in the center of the Small Temple, taking up the majority of the flat main area which made up the temple flooring, unmoving. Two figures (FIG. 4 & FIG. 5) join later, one from the North and the other from the South-East. FIG. 1 I do not understand, why has the Great Aten abandoned us? FIG. 2 Did we fail in our duties? Were our offerings not enough? FIG. 1 … did our faith waiver? FIG. 3 It was never a question of our faith, brothers. No, a better question to ask who we put our faith in. FIG. 3 looks upward, while FIG. 1 & FIG.2 continue to pace quickly around the area. FIG. 4 approaches. FIG. 4 Show more caution in your words, Akil. There are none who may escape his Sight. FIG. 3 He has abandoned us, Sadiki. The sky remains dark, and has since before the end of Mesori..Final month of the Ancient Egyptian calendar system, analogous to early September. This appears to coincide with the Battle of Alam el Halfa, which halted Foundation efforts at containment in the area within our timeline. It is time to accept this which we are facing, the end of all things. FIG. 1 continues pacing while FIG. 2 stops and stares at FIG. 3, who remains still and staring upward.** FIG. 2 You dare to blaspheme Him who began Light? Who brought us so much, now that he — that he may have gone? FIG. 3 I believed him. I sat at his feet, bathed in his light, just as you all. I wanted to believe he would never leave us, as he had the others he told us of. But don't you see now, Eshe? He has stolen the Light from us, leaving us in Darkness which he swore he never would. How could he be who he said he was when he lied to us… FIG. 3 cries out in pain as they are seemingly evaporated by a sudden, harsh beam of light striking them in the chest. FIG. 5 appears from the direction of the beam, set apart from the other figures by their plated armor which appears to be made of an unknown bronze alloy and holding large polearm-style weapon of unknown make and mechanism. All remaining figures stop and look at FIG. 5 with obvious fear. FIG. 5 Upon His perfection. FIG. 1, 2, & 4 (In Unison) Upon His perfection. The figures fade slowly over a period of sixty seconds before reforming at the beginning of the tableau over another sixty seconds, repeating this dialogue in a loop until all anomalous inscriptions have been nullified by Foundation personnel. It should be noted that inscriptions continued to proliferate at a higher rate of creation for the next five years before returning to baseline. I think it goes without saying we've been very lucky thus far with 6830. The ritual itself had the power to cause an Akivan backlash strong enough to break time in nearly a dozen ways that we can tell, and outside of Akhenaten's use of it we have no other historical records of it being attempted, let alone successfully. A rarity in thaumaturgical circles, to say the least, but however or wherever Nefertiti found the details has been thankfully lost to history. Of course, it's just as possible to think that others were more successful in containing the effects of the ritual and have managed to become better, more sinister divines. If nothing else, Aten is easy to keep an eye on. The inscriptions that appear have always been recorded and translated as best we are able, although over the years it has become increasingly clear that we are not receiving them from any specific place in space or time, nor are we certain as to who might be sending them our way. Initially it was assumed this might a way for Aten to try and spread his name, as we've noticed again and again how a rise in Egyptology's popularity seemed to make the inscriptions increase, but not attempted HEKA events. However, it's become clear that the inscriptions come from the timelines he has destroyed, and they represent something far more important, I think. A warning. This by no means is a call to change or abandon our protocols or containment, as the continued uncertainty of what exactly happened in Amarna on that day three millennia ago may be the only thing that stands between us and annihilation. It is clear from the last recorded HEKA event in 1927 that Aten is aware of us, and does not understand why he has been unable to enter since we are also aware of him. The events of 1942 showed us what happens when he leaves a timeline, but not when he enters it. I do not wish to see it first hand. Whatever is standing in the way is beyond his power as much as it is beyond ours. The inscriptions aren't as clear as we would like, but they make it seem that the less truthful we are about him, the less he is able to influence things here. So if Phillip Glass wants to write an opera? Fine. If Netflix wants to make a movie about him meeting Moses or something? Great. The inscriptions point to how frustrated Aten seems to get that no one gets his story right here, so keep it up. It might be ridiculous, but it works. And it is so much better than the alternative, until we have more answers. Lead Researcher Ibrahim Salah Addendum 6830.3 + Dream Log Report 6830.11 + work ends when you rest within the west On 16 July 2019, all thirteen members of the Overseer Council reported having similar dreams featuring an entity who they named as representing SCP-6830-Duat, although in description their appearance differed from dreamer to dreamer. Overseer 11's report has been included in its entirety, as his eidetic memory allowed for a near transcription of this conversation, which has been correlated with other O5 accounts for accuracy. The other 12 O5 members would like to note that they had significantly less irreverence in their dialogue with SCP-6830-Duat. Dream Log Report 6830.11 Personnel: Overseer 11 (██████████ ████) Estimated Degree of Recall: 99% Anomalous Entity Present?: Y Likelihood of Actionable Intelligence: HIGH Description: Transcription: O5-11 comes to awareness sitting within the Ägyptisches Museum Berlin on a bench in front of the famed Bust of Nefertiti. (O5-11 notes that while the bust was housed within its usual glass casing, there is no bench present in front of the piece in the actual museum foyer.) To his right, also sitting upon the bench, is an entity who he said he could be 'certain was SCP-6830-Duat when looking at him, but took the appearance, voice, and mannerisms of Rami Malek portraying the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah in the 2006 film Night at the Museum (and subsequent sequels).' SCP-6830-Duat: I know, I know. It's really on the nose, but don't blame me. This is your mind, after all. O5-11: Well yes, but it's sort of embarrassing, isn't it? I mean, it feels vaguely racist. SCP-6830-Duat: I'm not something you can fully understand, so you filled in the blanks as best you could. At least you actually filled me in with an actual Egyptian man, although I will confess that I sort of enjoyed the one of your number who used Steve Martin. O5-11: That had to be O5-3, it just had to. SCP-6830-Duat: I'll never tell, and neither will they. Besides, it's hardly the reason I'm here. O5-11: Right, right. Of course. (Pause) Why are you here, though? SCP-6830-Duat: I am here because of you, all of you, really. Your researchers have put together a clearer picture than I would have thought possible from the scraps that managed to make it through time to you. Even though I had little to do with it, I can't help but be proud. But it's not enough, and you need to know why. O5-11: … well, I'm all ears. SCP-6830-Duat: I know. You know so much already, to be fair. How my fath- how Akhenaten sought power of the highest order, made a god in his image to seek power on a cosmic scale. In your world he failed, failed so spectacularly that he fractured time itself while our people had only begun to understand its meaning in the first place. I won't pretend to know his motivations, or why he has turned into what he has in the future where he succeeded. All that I know is everything, and yet somehow even that is not enough. O5-11: Is it a rule you deities have to speak in riddles like that? SCP-6830-Duat: Not a rule, so much as a condition. Don't you do the same with those who aid you in your goals at this Foundation of yours? We see more than you can, but that doesn't always mean that we understand it all. The important part is the trust that you've built with them, that they believe you're telling them the right thing, even if they can't see everything at stake. A black cat ran past them at this point, but paid neither party attention. SCP-6830-Duat: What I am telling you is how we see your world, your timeline is from above. The more that you know of us, the more it calls to us, grabs our attention. It's not just worship, it's awareness. And it helps us do what needs to be done — up here, I suppose. O5-11: We had sort of assumed that. The power of belief called to him, but — he seems more interested in quality of that attention than you are. SCP-6830-Duat: Aten cannot see through the noise any longer, although it infuriates him. He has forgotten how vast the mortal experience could be and believes it should be nothing but what he dictates, and this anger has ended up blinding him. He doesn't even realize how fragile this power is, how easily he could be caught on the jagged edges of time that he broke in the first place. He believes himself untouchable, by everyone. The black cat returns, jumping through the glass to sit upon Nefertiti's crown. SCP-6830-Duat: There is a cost to traveling physically between these strands of time. We might be able to look out, but to move beyond where we are extracts a great cost. He has never cared who paid it. O5-11: What we saw at Amarna in 1942. SCP-6830-Duat: Exactly. What I let you see, anyway. It is a terrible thing to see, watching time itself unravel upon itself while the mortals left cling to the idea of their careless god who abandoned them returning to put it all right again. You have to understand, I was a child when he did the ritual, his eyes blazing like a madman as we tried to end it. Even Nefertiti tried to stop him in the end, which is how she was caught in the same manner I was. Infinite outcomes, all at once. Most of which ended in destruction, but one for each of us where we could see it all in perfect, terrible detail. Billions upon billions would die if I was to force the confrontation that would put an end to it, and that is not acceptable. O5-11: Are you just planning to wait for him to come to you, then? SCP-6830-Duat: Of course not. But he grows reckless, angry that you know of him enough that he can see you, but not the correct things that makes his transit possible. To use the words of one of your researchers, it might be ridiculous, but it's working. The fact that you know him but refuse to worship him correctly keeps him out, even though he keeps trying. And that should be enough of an opening. O5-11: An opening for what? SCP-6830-Duat: … she wasn't my mother, but she was like a mother to me all the same. Nefertiti never expected this to happen, for all of this to happen — least of all for Akhenaten to grow such a thirst for power, for worship, for everything. She called me to where time had spit her out eons before, and I destroyed so much in my wake by sheer mistake. It still haunts me, but it was an object lesson. She hated what she had become, what I had become and asked for my mercy because — I understood. I knew that I did not know everything, that I was in no position to be a god. And that ultimately I could stop him because of that fact. O5-11: How? I mean, if you know how to do it, why haven't you done so? SCP-6830-Duat: Patience is a virtue. O5-11: Not right now it isn't. SCP-6830-Duat: I explained to you already, the cost is not one I am going to ask billions of innocents to pay. But there will come a moment where he will stand on the bank, between rivers where no man may go. Where the great nothing waits for us both. O5-11: … you're asking me to just stand by and assume it will all go to plan? SCP-6830-Duat: No. The black cat jumps back across in front of them stopping to look up at O5-11 directly. SCP-6830-Duat: I am asking you to have faith. At this moment, O5-11 woke from his dream and wrote everything down immediately. Although the discussion differed between all thirteen dreams, each Overseer reported that the final statement to them from SCP-6830-Duat remained identical to what was said to O5-11. On 17 July 2019, there was a meeting of the Overseer Council to determine their reaction to the information provided by SCP-6830-Duat. While the contents of the proposal were redacted, the outcome of the vote was as follows. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED Note from O5-03: If this works, it may be the stupidest way we've averted an End of the World scenario yet. Note from O5-11: You know this isn't even in the top ten of stupid, don't be so dramatic. And it's going to work. Addendum 6830.4 + Operation Amun Seba + when you set, they die Operation Amun Seba On 21 July 2019, authorized personnel at Site-91 began a specific effort as outlined by O5 command to further dilute the historical narrative around SCP-6830-1's life in order to support SCP-6830-Duat's efforts against SCP-6830-Aten. Efforts included academic articles calling into question the identity of relics and artifacts discovered in the Valley of the Kings during the past two centuries, as well as understating the actual nature and impact of SCP-6830-1's religious reforms. Efforts include beginning historiographical arguments surrounding the discovery of SCP-6830-1's burial site in KV55, validity of Atenism as a monotheistic movement, and encouraging fringe authors to publish works suggesting extraterrestrial involvement with both SCP-6830-1 and SCP-6830-3's reigns, and funding popular media projects which portray these various events incorrectly. Foundation personnel also found niche communities throughout the internet for historical jokes and memes, intentionally embedding content dismissive of SCP-6830-1's historical importance. One example is attached below. Other contributions include funding more seasons of The History Channel's series Ancient Aliens and advertising slot machine mobile applications with inaccurate pictorial depictions of historical Egyptian personages. Since the beginning of Operation Amun Seba, there has been a notable decrease in the rate of new anomalous inscriptions found at the Amarna Site. 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SCP-6831

keter

SCP-6831: SKIRTINGBOARDWORLD. Author: Cyvstvi. Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Cyvstvi SKIRTINGBOARDWORLD. by Cyvstvi More by this author Item#: 6831 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation WebCrawler Φ-12 is to regularly analyse social media platforms for patterns of keywords associated with SCP-6831's physical properties. Digital materials identifying SCP-6831 are to be scrubbed from public networks and archived for research purposes. Entities native to SCP-6831 are to be extricated and isolated upon exit by Foundation personnel embedded within local policing outfits. Medical analyses of SCP-6831-1 can be viewed upon request from the Director of Site-11; currently responsible for the long-term containment of SCP-6831-1 instances. The means by which SCP-6831-1 instances traverse between SCP-6831 and our universe is poorly understood. Investigations into SCP-6831's properties remain on-going. Description: SCP-6831 is an extradimensional spatial anomaly. The precise interior dimensions of the anomaly remain unknown and direct exploration has proven difficult. External observation of SCP-6831 has concluded that it physically resembles an "infinite lattice of recursive bending lines", or the "fractal image of a spider’s web which eventually curves back upon itself". The interior of SCP-6831 exhibits a non-orientable topology entirely dissimilar from three-dimensional, Euclidean space. Entities traversing throughout SCP-6831 are subjected to continuous deformations, including bending, folding, stretching, crumpling, and twisting, without exhibiting any signs of external or internal tearing. Such entities are referred to as SCP-6831-1 and are forced to adhere to the normative boundaries and rules of Euclidean space upon egress from SCP-6831. SCP-6831 has been informally designated as the "Skirting Board" Dimension. Such a name is believed to be derived from one of three potential sources: The fact that SCP-6831 skirts1 around the lowest circumferences of the physical universe, thereby intersecting the surface of our reality at particular geometric planes. The uncanny tendency for SCP-6831-1 instances to become trapped behind enclosed spaces, such as cavity walls, panes of glass, and skirting boards upon exiting SCP-6831. From SKIRTINGBOARDWORLD., a website blog operated by Jacob Robertson, which first identified the existence of SCP-6831. Addendum 6831.1: Discovery On the evening of February 24th, 2013, PCSO2 Holly Lamont responded to requests for an investigation to be carried out on the empty unit of Flat 123 at the Brandon Estate, a social housing unit located in Southwark, south London. The neighbouring properties had all reported scratching noises akin to rats and the sounds of gurgling, strained pipes coming from Flat 123. The following is a transcript of the camera and microphone footage taken from the body camera worn by the officer. Video Log Transcript Date: 24/2/13 Participant: Officer Holly Lamont Lamont approaches Flat 123 and attempts to turn the door's handle. Apparently locked, she walks over to the window. Nothing is visible from the interior due to a thick coat of dust coating the exterior of the glass. A thick trail of grime runs through the gap between the window panes. Lamont asks a question to a person located off-screen, later determined to be the owner of the flats, Howard Gainsborough. Lamont: Can I ask when the property was last rented out? Gainsborough: End of last year. Nobody wanted to take the next round of leases, so we had someone do up and refurbish the property. Lamont: And when was that finished? Gainsborough: Beginning of the month. You gonna want to enter the place? Lamont: Probably. Don't fancy standing around in the cold all day now, do I, Mr. Gainsborough? The sound of clattering keys can be heard as Gainsborough moves forward and unlocks the flat. Lamont: I'll have to ask you to remain outside. As Lamont steps into the property, she flicks the light switch up. Nothing turns on. She tries again. Lamont: [mutters] Breaker must be dead. Lamont moves through the entrance hallway, thumbing the switch on her flashlight and sweeping it across the hallway. As she carefully steps down the hall, her foot snags onto something and a faint squelch is audible. The resulting snag kicks up a thin layer of dust from the tarpaulin sheet beneath her feet. Sweeping the torchlight wide, paint cans can be seen strewn about the property. Half-emptied, their surfaces are developing a thin veneer of crusted paint. Lamont: Christ, this place is a tip. Lamont reaches the end of the hallway, lifting up the plastic cover over the circuit breaker. Holding the flashlight between her teeth, she inspects the individual breakers, discovering that all have been tripped. A sticky residue coats the breakers. Continuing throughout the property, Lamont makes her way into the living room. Light shines through the shuttered windows, casting a haze of shadows into the room. The sound of scratching is heard coming from beneath the skirting boards behind her. Turning on her heel, the same scratching noise begins to echo out from where she was just facing. Lamont: Huh, that a rat nest? Suppose that would account for the melted fuses. More scratching noises can be heard, intensifying in volume as she continues walking through the property. Nearly every corner of the room is producing the faintest scratching noise like nails on a chalkboard. Hesitantly exiting the living room, the scratching sounds become almost rhythmical, repeating over and over as they track Lamont's movement through the interior. Entering the kitchen, the frantic noise echoes from beneath every surface; the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Lamont: What the fuck? Lamont's exclamation briefly interrupts the cacophony of agonised scratching. The camera pans down to reveal a splatter of blood spilling out from beneath the kitchen sink, coating the wooden floorboards before her. Lamont kneels down and opens the cupboard doors beneath the kitchen sink. Thick, coagulated blood is dripping from the plastic pipes, staining the entire surface a deep red in the dim torchlight. Another scan of the flashlight reveals something pale squeezed behind where the sink and the wall meet. Lamont stands back on her feet and tentatively peers into the sinkhole. A grotesquely distended eyeball stares back into the camera lens, blinking and straining frantically. Unseen by the camera, Lamont observes something trapped between the sink and the kitchen wall. She vomits loudly, a distressed gurgling noise punctuating her own sounds of distress. Exit Log: Following a frantic call made by Officer Holly Lamont over her police radio, the Foundation dispatched STF Phi-12 ("The Desk Jockeys") to intercept and investigate Flat 123. The Foundation is currently carrying out a controlled demolition of Tower Nine, Brandon Estate in order to extricate an instance of SCP-6831-1. The mangled, continuously deformed body of a human subject had become curved and trapped behind every cavitated surface within Flat 123. The subject, Jacob Robertson, a local handyman, is presently alive and conscious. Footnotes 1. Skirting in this context refers to SCP-6831 existing at the lowest levels of our reality, surrounding and bordering the entirety of our universe. 2. 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SCP-6832

neutralized

SCP-6832-1. Item #: SCP-6832 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6832 is neutralized, no containment procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-6832 was a phenomenon involving the spontaneous manifestation of house ants (Tapinoma sessile) on meals in the Site-55 cafeteria. Manifestations occurred when subjects were distracted or otherwise not paying attention to their current meal. The ants produced by SCP-6832, hereafter referred to as SCP-6832-1, followed pheromone trails that appeared to lead off the edge of the surface before vanishing at the precipice. SCP-6832-1 instances which followed this trail to the end would then teleport to an unknown location, typically carrying an amount of food taken from the meal they manifested on. SCP-6832-1 have not manifested in any location other than the Site-55 cafeteria despite multiple attempts at prompting their appearance in other locations. The anomaly first manifested on 31/06/20201 in the meal of Dr. Blank (Monterey chicken) when his attention was called away from his food by Dr. Wettle slipping on the recently cleaned cafeteria floor. By the time Dr. Blank returned his attention to his meal, SCP-6832-1 instances were moving towards the edge of the table and disappearing, causing him to suspect the presence of a new anomaly. The resident Anomalous Entomology Department Lead, Dr. Morrison, was informed and SCP-6832 was classified shortly after. Addendum 6832.A: The following is an abridged log of SCP-6832 manifestations and attempts at manifesting the anomaly. Affected Individual: D-1221 Meal: Nutraloaf Notes: D-1221's attention was drawn away from his meal while being informed of the purpose of the experiment. SCP-6832 failed to manifest; the current theory on proper manifestation is that SCP-6832 will only manifest with individuals who are not aware of SCP-6832's nature. Affected Individual: D-09534 Meal: Nutraloaf Notes: SCP-6832 failed to manifest. The current theory on proper manifestation is that SCP-6832 will only manifest with individuals who are eating proper food and not Foundation-issued meal replacements. Affected Individual: Dr. J. Everwood Meal: Grilled chicken with black beans and rice Notes: This is the first recorded manifestation of SCP-6832 under new procedures. SCP-6832-1 instances were noted to prefer taking pieces of the black beans rather than the chicken. Affected Individual: Dir. D. Asheworth Meal: Rosół Notes: SCP-6832-1 manifested in the broth and 95% of recorded instances drowned. Asheworth's attention was returned to his meal before he could be alerted to its contaminated nature, and he was able to eat a spoonful before being informed. Dir. Asheworth proceeded to vomit and subsequently express outrage at being utilized for an experiment without his consent. Despite being informed of the nature of the anomaly, Asheworth remained irate for the duration of his stay at Site-55. Dir. Asheworth did not exhibit any negative traits as a result of consuming SCP-6832. Affected Individual: Dr. J. Cimmerian Meal: Pimento cheese sandwich Notes: Dr. Cimmerian picked the SCP-6832-1 instances off of his sandwich and ate it, claiming, "It's a perfectly good sandwich, I'm not wasting it." Affected Individual: Researcher J. Waltzer Meal: Cinnamon rolls Notes: SCP-6832-1 instances were observed to take Waltzer's cinnamon rolls in a record time; 7 minutes 53 seconds prior to all instances disappearing. It is believed that, like house ants, SCP-6832-1 has an affinity for sweet foods. Addendum 6832.B: Following the manifestation on Researcher Waltzer's meal, SCP-6832 failed to further manifest. Upon consultation, Dr. Morrison stated that cinnamon is toxic to ants. Due to the evident self-neutralization of SCP-6832, further research into the anomaly has been deemed impossible. Footnotes 1. During the annual Foundation Symposium on Interacting With Anomalous Groups of Interest. 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SCP-6833

safe

A very serious story. The Piss World The ListPages module does not work recursively. The Piss World You are currently viewing the accessibility mode. » VIEW TRUE MODE « SCP-6833 LEVEL3 CONFIDENTIAL CONTAINMENT CLASS: keter SECONDARY CLASS: none DISRUPTION CLASS: ekhi RISK CLASS: danger 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 Assigned Site USUTSL-Site-215 Site Director Dir. Braylen River Research Head Rsr. Stark Turner Assigned MTF MTF-ι-10, MTF-α-4 Assigned Site USUTSL-Site-215 Site Director Dir. Braylen River Research Head Rsr. Stark Turner Assigned MTF MTF-ι-10, MTF-α-4 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION There have been recent updates to the Special Containment Procedures of this SCP Item since you have last accessed this page. Newly added information will be shown in blue and underlined text. — Automated Message, RAISA Special Containment Procedures: Properly hydrated civilians reported to not have urinated for more than four (4) days are to be monitored. These individuals should be confirmed for being SCP-6833-1 specimens by finding their correspondent wormhole in SCP-6833-A, by use of miniature GPS-equipped drones. If Foundation resources in SCP-6833-A are destroyed/scarce or if tensions with SCP-6833-B increase, operatives disguised as Emergency Medical Services must apprehend suspected affectees and search for related anomalies in cover of urgent genitourinary surgery. Confirmed SCP-6833-1 instances are to be contained at assigned facility Site-215 and assisting facilities USUTTE-Site-330, USIDCS-Site-581, USWYUN-Area-104 and USUTJU-Area-146 until a method of treatment is created. If any foreign objects are found attached to a wormhole of a instance, it should be removed and the related SCP-6833-1 subject treated for anomalous telepathic persuasion. All civilians knowledgeable of their anomaly should be amnesticized. The sale of SCP-6833 is to be halted by common containment protocols of marketed anomalous objects..Involving Mobile Task Force Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") and Alpha-4 ("Pony Express"). All assigned members require memetic inoculation against the objects hazards, and those affected by it should be treated for minor mental compulsion. Captured instances are contained at Site-215's 6833-Storage room. SCP-6833-A and specific SCP-6833-B specimens, such as those on high governmental positions, are to be covertly monitored by miniature mobile equipment. Efforts to reduce hostilities are being developed. If a number of individuals die simultaneously due to intentional efforts by SCP-6833-B, SCP-6833 is to be reclassified as Tiamat and decommissioning must begin. Various SCP-6833 tablets. Description: SCP-6833 is a marketed pharmaceutical product named "████████",.Redacted due to recent emergence of memetic properties. See Addendum 3. manufactured by "Microatic Laboratories", consisting of a 5cm x 3cm white carboard box containing a single black tablet encased in plastic. The item is primarily sold through an eponymous online website (www.████████.com) accessible through various advertisements; however, sales of the medicine have also been found on other websites and even in physical markets..Including online shopping- & auction-websites, illegal drug websites and street markets. All products are mainly delivered from a single, previously abandoned warehouse 20 kilometers south from Salt Lake City, Utah, United States of America, which Microatic Laboratories claim is their headquarters. Further analysis of this location is difficult due to prohibition from the company for any access, as well as heavy-security around the area of the building. It is not yet confirmed if this is the only location where SCP-6833 instances are delivered from. The alledged purpose of SCP-6833, as explained in the packaging and various advertisements, is to decrease the rate of an individual's need to urinate at certain times, causing customers to rarely perform micturition for long periods, by stretching the consumer’s urinary bladder painlessly and increasing the interior space of the organ to improve storage capacity. How the tablet would cause this is not explained and further information about its contents and licensing is not available on the casing. There is no visible confirmation that this product was authorized by the United States Food and Drug Administration. The tablet is comprised of a black powder of undetermined material. If it is consumed by a human being with a functioning urinary tract (hereafter referred to as SCP-6833-1), the ingested powder will traverse through the digestive, nervous and renal system until it reaches the entrance of the bladder's urethra, where all particles of this substance will accumulate. After this, the black mass will form into a shape of a disc 5-20mm in lenght, depending on the urethra's size, and reconstruct itself into a Class-A "Basic Entry" Extradimesional Wormhole that leads to SCP-6833-A, where all of the SCP-6833-1’s future urine will fall into. SCP-6833-A is a sub-reality determined to be 73 planes underneath the baseline dimension. Known details of it are restricted to a single planetary object with a divergent biosphere from Earth and inhabited by a sapient species of gelatinlike entites with a simplified humanoid shape (designated SCP-6833-B). For more details, see Addemdum 1. Despite its distance, sources in SCP-6833-A suggest that an interdimensional passage connected with it and our reality exists, supposedly a pair of Ways.Anomalous entrances of variable shape and form, that lead to other locations or universes. Ways can be activated by performing certain actions or having specific requirements, referred to as Knocks. in each of them, that makes accessibility between the dimensions possible. The location of this Way is under investigation. SCP-6833-B appears to be the dominant species of SCP-6833-A, as evident by various signs of active civilization and society by it, which abnormally resembles human civilization on various aspects. More information on SCP-6833-B could not be gained due to recent incidents in attempting to obverse the reality (see Addemdum 3). Discovery: SCP-6833’s anomalous nature was discovered in 27/12/2021, after ~40 online posts from buyers referenced the item, announcing the legitimacy of its advertised effects and recommending the product. The first containment procedures were succesful in halting knowledge of the item and containing any affected civilians. However, due to recent incidents (see Addemdum 3), the product's popularity had grown extraordinarly fast. As of this date, purchases were only minimally decreased and knowledge of the item continues to grow, with its reputation as a fallacious product by the mainstream media as the only factor keeping its popularity from escalating to the point of the Veil Protocol's complete failure. Addemdum 1 - Exploration: SCP-6833-A and -B were first discovered after an examination of the wormhole's contents by use of a minuscule aerial drone was authorised. The results were filed in the exploration log below, included in this document to showcase SCP-6833-A's details and the behaviour of SCP-6833-B. REMOTE EXPLORATION LOG (ABRIDGED) Date: 4/1/2022 Location: SCP-6833-A Dispatched Vehicle(s): SCPF Microflyer X6, reconnaissance and research umanned aerial vehicle. Operator(s): Technician Kellie Forest Commander: Head Researcher Stark Turner Foreword: Foundation Janitor Josh Randal, a SCP-6833-1 instance, was subjected to a surgical procedure to insert the drone into the anomalous aperture, to analyze its contents. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:01 - Visual recording activates, revealing the interior of Randal’s bladder. A mere distance into it is a circular object expelling light, presumed to be the Class-A Wormhole. 00:00:37 - After a small check-up of the drone's systems, it is advanced to the direction of the portal. 00:01:07 - Drone achieves entry. Vehicle detects breathable, non-hazardous atmosphere and non-anomalous spatial dimensions. Camera records a brown-colored cloudy sky in the surrounding upper atmosphere, and several other levitating Class-A Wormholes spanning slightly far away from the drone. Three of the portals are seen expelling unidentified fluid. 00:03:28 - The vehicle moves downwards in an attempt to discover a surface. A massive body of yellow-colored liquid, in an apparent size of an ocean, is soon found. Chemical instruments confirm it to be urine from several different humans, as well as, in some portions, belonging to no organism at all. 00:11:44 - UAV begins advancing north-west near the ocean’s surface for further phenomena. [EXTRATENIOUS FOOTAGE OMITTED] 01:38:03 - After a long-period of navigation on the sea and discovering multiple other wormholes, a distant unknown object, floating on the liquid, is finally detected. It resembles a naval vessel, but not of any human model, and it appears abandoned and crudely left in place. The drone approaches the hull. SCP-6833-A, with the naval ship in the distance. [02:00:37] 02:29:14 - It arrives to the left side of the hull and analyses its composition, which is revealed to be steel. A notable abnormality is found, where the hull seems to have entered the ocean recently, despite it being proven to be inoperable. The UAV is directed upwards to the deck. 02:32:50 - As the drone gets a more clear view of the boat‘s upper side, it is discovered that the water craft is a containership, carrying a multitude of rectangular metal boxes identical to shipping containers seen on Earth. Several of them are opened, revealing botanical and biological substances of varying but unfamiliar appearance, packaged as food. All of these substances are rotten beyond edibility. 02:54:50 - The drone is commanded to leave the area and continue on north-west. Various other similar ships are seen on the way, all similarly stranded. 03:24:26 - First sighting of a mass of land, yellow-brownish in coloration, at a large distance from the drone‘s right side. It is directed to it. 03:40:09 - Contact with the mass is made; further examination reveal it to be composed of materials identical to ones that make up most kidney-stones. Large buildings, skyscrapers and other types of infrastructure are seen near the shore. Sounds of a carnival are audible, coming from the city. The drone increases its altitude and begins entry on the center. 03:47:32 - Visible on a street below the drone, a greatly-sized crowd of unknown entities are present,.Later classified as SCP-6833-B. seemingly 'dancing' or otherwise displaying body-language expressing celebration. The creatures resemble common species of gram-negative bacteria, but in a humanoid form. Various festive decorations are seen, with a notable one being a paper sign hanging between buildings, containing an unknown language and artistic illustrations of the Class-A wormholes previously found above the sea. 03:50:04 - At this point, the anomalous entities have begun to take notice of the drone and the crowd disperses from panic. The UAV moves away from the area, moving directly to the shore in an attempt to escape the city. 03:55:43 - Before the drone could reach the shore of the island, a net launched from the device’s left side catches it, causing the UAV to fall to the ground. The last frames of the recording shows black automobiles surrounding the area where the drone fell onto, until the video turns into static. [END LOG] Afterword: Further investigation is required to confirm suspected relevance of the humanoid entities to the cause of SCP-6833. Additional surveillance equipment and drones are being deployed in SCP-6833-A. Due to the anomaly's harmless nature, Josh Randal is allowed to continue working in Site-215 without being put in containment, as long as he stays within the facility. After this event, installment of automatic surveillance outposts and deployment of further mobile drones have been authorized by Director River, with observation equipment provided by the Department of Extradimensional Studies. This decision has improved research on the SCP-6833-A location and objects produced by SCP-6833-B, although study on the -B organisms themselves remain difficult, as all instances panic and escape upon sighting Foundation technology. Addendum 2 - Recovered Documents: The following documentation are excerpts from notable physical media recovered from SCP-6833-A, created by SCP-6833-B, containing information on the possible cause and/or reason for SCP-6833‘s creation. Linguistic researchers have translated them from a currently unnamed language. For a full list of retrieved texts, contact a RAISA member. Extract of a ripped piece of paper, resembling a part of a newspaper, determined to be published on 2018, recovered 9/1/2022: …persons around the world are terrified as more of their water slowly recessed back into the seabed. The mysterious gigantic whirlpool that now resides at the North Aerophobic Sea is rapidly decreasing the sea level of the entire planet, causing disastrous effects on naval transportation on goods, killing an unbelievable majority of sea-life and enacting mass hysteria and riots on countries all over the world. The origins of the Giant Aerophobic Whirlpool are not entirely known, but scientists theorize that it may be caused by gravity-based weapons from the Great Gracilicutual War, but analysers cannot confirm. Investigation by the World Collaboration of Nations‘s Environmental Division are ongoing. Extract of a document found in an administrative building at a SCP-6833-B municipality, determined to be written on 2018, recovered 10/1/2022: FOR THE OFFICE OF THE PROTEOTERIAN STATE OF BABELALES‘S HIGHEST MINISTER Dear Minister, I greatly apologize for communicating with you on such unprecedented times, but we may have found a proper solution to this whole mess. My own agents discovered an unnatural gateway at the [UNTRANSLATABLE; COVERED IN SCRIBBLES]. The things we saw in the other side were horrifying, we have never seen anything like it. Completely different biomass, creatures with unfamiliar attributes, an awfully reeking atmosphere, we even saw signs of intelligent civilizations. But everything was just so big. Even when my full army accessed the dimension, it felt insignificant in contrast to the size of everything. It was unsuitable for habitation. However, that is not what make this peculiar place special for us. You see, one of my commander‘s teams accessed some underground dungeons in that dimension. It was a hideous, disgusting catacomb filled with foul-smells and lost critters and its purpose appeared unknown. That changed until we encountered a wide canal of some sort, where we found it. Our seawater, it was here. We didn’t recognize at first since it was contaminated with other materials and its yellow coloration was almost gone, but we could smell its presence. We tried to get as much clean seawater we could, but unfortunately it got too mixed with the other liquids. I almost thought we lost our only chance to restore the ocean, but one of my researchers discovered the possible origin of the fluid. It’s from the animals. I know, it seems ridiculous, but my team saw one of those creatures disposing fresh water on the ground. We analyzed it and everything, it was the same liquid. This is a miracle, High Minister. This dimension could be the key to saving our civilization from collapse. But we need to study this environment much more before we have any idea how this place works. So I, Grand Chancellor of the Ozemo Republic, propose that our governments and their allies work together on devising a plan to extract the ocean water out of the foreign reality for the recovery of bacterial-kind. I hope you respond soon, High Minister. Time is of the essence here. Best Regards. Grand Chancellor Plamctom Laeia, Ozemo Republic Extract of a document contained in a briefcase of a SCP-6833-B instance, captured by Foundation miniscule drones, recovered 13/1/2022: OPERATION RECLAMATION OFF-WORLD INTERACTION REPORT #24 A dangerous decrease in purchases in the past month has been observed. Analysis revealed that a majority of online sales of the substance become automatically deleted soon after upload. Owners of online-shopping websites claim that they were not aware of the removal of our products. The legitimacy of these claims are under investigation. On a different note, the newspaper company Sincere Country Post has attemped to communicate with us for the fourth time, despite our previous denials. While this level of media attention is a positive sign of the substance's increasing popularity, this group is getting dangerously close from uncovering our operation by insisting on entering our base. Investigators have been tasked with researching this company so that a proper plan to dispose of them can be formed. END REPORT Extract of a digital text message received to a Foundation minuscule drone, before shortly losing contact with command due to a crash of its system. Written in English. Received in 15/1/2022. Dear "SCP Foundation", For several decades, our world was slowly dying. Our ocean, the essential component of our planet, was being drained away by a gigantic, unnatural whirlpool. Nothing that we can come up with could stop it and, after not much long, most of our civilization had lost hope and accepted their fate. However, after searching for various realities to escape to, we found your world. And with it we found a gift from the gods, an endless suply of our homeworld sea-water. Finally, we discovered a chance to prevent the apocalypse and save our world. After complicated research, planning and strategy, we could succefully extract the liquids from your species harmlessly and bring it to our lands. We thought that it was finally done, an era of suffering was coming to an end and nothing else could get in our way. Of course, we would soon be proven wrong when you found out about us: stealing our pills, disrupting our sales, trespassing our world and causing worldwide hysteria. Do you have any sympathy for our suffering? It's not as if you were not aware. We know what kind of documents you've been peeking behind our backs. We just wish to bring back our majestic golden sea, let our people bathe in the warm fluids of the sunny ocean, submerge ourselves in its blonde glory, splashing others with it in playful games for hours, and hunt the delicious fish swimming on its surface and consume its wet, moist body. Can't you just relate to that? Don't you have your own ocean too? We will not take this abuse any further. If you continue to withhold our chance of survival from us, we will have no choice but to fight back. This is war. Warmest regards, World Collaboration of Nations Addemdum 3 - Timeline of Incidents: After significant deployment of Foundation equipment in SCP-6833-A. Various incidents have transpired that altered the anomaly and diminished Foundation resources. Date Event Response There are 46 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. All of them are contained. 16/01/2022 Several instances of stationary Foundation monitoring equipment are simultaneously made inoperable, as various SCP-6833-B instances search for and manually remove them. Mobile drones are not targeted. Additional aerieal vehicles deployed. Installing touch-sensitive electric shock mechanisms on remaining surveillance cameras. 17/01/2022 Vehicles owned by Microatic Labortories are seen parking near Site-215's above-ground cover building, remaining still for long lengths of time and leaving when security personnel attempt contact. A 200 meter security perimeter around Site-215 has been established in cover of road renovation. 23/01/2022 Several local county televison channels had their signal intruded with sudden commercials for SCP-6833. These are the first instances of SCP-6833 advertisements broadcasted in television instead of the internet. The Department of Anomalous Broadcasting has been notified of the hijackings in the most affected channels and is working with local broadcast regulators to remove any commercials. There are 177 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. 65 of them are contained. 24/01/2022 Site-215's computer network suffered a 'mixed threat' cyberattack after Janitor Josh Randal downloaded an unauthorized application, appearing as a poorly made SCPiNET word processor, in the terminal inside an unrelevant researcher's quarters while Josh was cleaning its floor. The application was sent by email from the address of Microatic Labortories. The attacks resulted in the malfunction of remote control network servers, causing all mobile drones in SCP-6833-A to become inoperable. Technical personnel have been assigned to repair all affected servers. Janitor Josh had his employment terminated and was subjected to SCP-6833-1 containment procedures. 27/01/2022 A partial minority of SCP-6833-1 civilians report sensing a humming sensation in their pelvis, following by minor headaches. When personnel attempted to interview subjects later, interviewees kept suggesting to consume SCP-6833 and could not respond to any question without mentioning the item. SCP-6833-1 instances exhibiting these symptoms had their wormholes investigated. Surgeons discovered that a mechanical device was installed at the threshold of the portals, emitting telepathic signals to the consumer’s brain. Containment procedures updated. 28/01/2022 35 internet celebrities, most of which reside in Salt Lake City, created videos sponsored by SCP-6833. When interviewed, they claimed that Microatic Labortories contacted them by email and offered a high-sum of money for the advertisement, the specific number of which varied by each individual. Investigation of these emails revealed that they obtained a cognitohazard, and no actual transaction was made. The sponsored content was deleted, although with slight delay due to the unexpected change of advertising method, and interviewed citizens were amnesticized. Civilians exposed to the videos were located all across the U.S, and a nation-wide hunt for imminent SCP-6833-1 subjects was necessary. Containment procedures updated to assign extra facilities for the containment of SCP-6833-1. There are 684 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. 329 of them are contained. 30/01/2022 The FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit performed a raid on the headquarters of Microatic Laboratories, after learning of the items effects on citizens across the USA. UIU field reports revealed that besides security personnel, the inside of the warehouse was vacant and no offices were established inside the building, with only machinery built for producing SCP-6833 being discovered.The process of SCP-6833 production was similar to the manufacturing of non-anomalous tablets, however the source of the powder used to create the items could not be found, as these materials appered to come from a wormhole which demanifests when personnel attempted to approach it.. Security guards were found to be SCP-6833-1 instances, which were telepathically manipulated by the same devices seen in contained instances to prevent entry to the building. UIU has comandeered all SCP-6833-1 civilians to the Foundation, and has dismantled production machinery from the warehouse. However, soon after this operation, four more locations were seeing transporting SCP-6833 in various markets. Efforts to storm these areas were underway. 02/02/2022 At exactly 3:21 PM (MT), the logo and brand name of SCP-6833 became memetic. Individuals knowledgeble of them will receive a mental desire to acquire and consume SCP-6833, which becomes more difficult to resist as time progresses. Hundreds of personnel assinged to SCP-6833 have been affected. Foundation memeticists are developing cures to all infected personnel and civilians through covert insertion of counter-cognitohazards in mainstream media. SCP-6833's title has been redacted in Foundation documentation. Containment procedures updated. 05/02/2022 During various surgeries removing telepathic machines from the wormholes of SCP-6833-1 individuals, projectiles of unknown make were launched out of the bladders of subjects, pursuing the heads of medical personnel nearby and disrupting entire operations. This resulted in 12 casualties across all assigned sites. Removal of telepathic machines will only be done by UAVs in SCP-6833-A. There are 1,359 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. 482 of them are contained. 12/02/2022 A electrical outage caused a severe containment breach in Site-215 that released a multitude of high-risk anomalies and SCP-6833-1 instances. Most instances have been neutralized while others escaped the facility entirely through the catastrophe. An investigation began after the breach was resolved, which revealed that SCP-6833-1-29 (Josh Randal) escaped from security personnel while being transferred to a different site, located his confiscated keys in his janitorial closet and accessed rooms containing electrical equipment, before destroying them by pure force. SCP-6833-1-29 died by electrical shock as a result. It is presumed the subject was telepathically manipulated. 15/02/2022 The Class-A Wormholes of four individual SCP-6833-1 subjects, each in different assinged sites, had suddenly increased their diameter 2 meters beyond the human bodies, perfectly slicing their pelvis and lower torso region, causing all civilians to die of blood loss shortly after. A sheet of paper was emitted out the portal before it demanifested, which showcased a written threat by SCP-6833-B instances to commit the exact event to all current SCP-6833-1 individuals if all containment efforts are not discontinued. See Addemdum 4. There are 3,821 known SCP-6833-1 civilians at this date. 12 of them are contained. Addemdum 4 - Diplomatic Meeting: Due to the possibility of an anomalous mass murder and breach of the Veil protocol, as well as the inefficient upgrades to the current containment procedures, the Overseer Council prepared an emergency meeting with all department heads to deescalate the situation. The Department of External Affairs Director Winter McCormick recommended that a Foundation diplomat be personally sent to SCP-6833-A to conduct negotiations for peace with SCP-6833-B. After a high-majority vote, McCormick's proposal was granted in the condition that the resulting discussion with the anomalies would prevent the resurgence of SCP-6833 in the public. After a long electronic message exchange with SCP-6833-B political leaders, a personal meeting was planned in a deserted island location in SCP-6833-A. Foundation Diplomat Garnett Allan was assigned to engage with the entities, and had their size anomalously reduced to allow entry through a miniature wormhole. Garnet Allan, accompanied by operatives of Mobile Task Force Eta-0 ("Toy Soldiers").A military force that specializes in traversing areas and realities too small for regularly-sized humans to explore, requiring members to be anomalously shrunked down in specific sizes depending on the location. for security, was transported to SCP-6833-A in a functional shrunked instance of the SCPS Purus submarine, after a surgical procedure succesfully inserted the vessel in SCP-6833-1-42's bladder. FIELD DEPLOYMENT TRANSCRIPT MTF-Eta-0 ("Toy Soldiers") seal. Date: 20/02/2022 Location: SCP-6833-A Personnel Present: Diplomat Garnet Allan, 32 MTF-Eta-0 agents, 15 SCPS Purus operators. (Full list separately available.) Mission: Negotiate a resolution with the entities that would sufficiently contain the anomaly without the risk of interdimensional warfare. The Foundation may exchange any materials negotiated if approved by the Overseer Council. Foreword: All personnel are wearing Specialized Shrinking Suits to prevent suffocation, hypothermia and blindness from having extremely reduced sizes. Garnet was instructed to turn on his body camera when the SCPS Purus was nearing its destination. [RECORDING STARTS] [The camera activates to an interior view of the SCPS Purus, lightened only by red lights. MTF-Eta-0 operatives stand on the side of the walls, with two of them, "CROW" and "BLAZE", close to Garnet. He is breathing slowly.] Commander Kazimir: [Through a speaker:] -ation. I repeat, we are reaching our destination. Prepare for exit in 1 minute. η-0|BLAZE: It's almost time, sir. Diplomat Garnet Allan: [Exhale.] Alright, I'm ready. η-0|CROW: I suggest that you to stay behind us at all times when talking to these things. They are causing a mess back in baseline, I bet they wouldn't hesitate to kill you on the spot. Garnet: Thank you, but it won't be neccessary. I'm not that concerned about any attacks, they seem to value our lives at former times. η-0|CROW: I don't know sir, they are threatening a nation-wide murder. I don't have a good feeling about this, I think it's best to stay cautious. Garnet: Well I do not believe their threats, they wouldn't waste… "resources" in this manner. I am confident that it is nothing but a bluff. Trust me, this session can go much better if you allow me to approach them closer. [Brief 1.5 seconds of silence] η-0|BLAZE: Do what he says, Crow. He's a proffesional, he knows what he's doing. η-0|CROW: [Stuttering:] Yeah, yea- alright. Sorry about that, it's just… this whole situation got me stressed out man. Garnet: It's fine, I understand what you mean. Let's hope today will be the end of this for good. [After 20 seconds, the machinery of SCPS Purus appears to stop and both members exit the submarine through its hatch before all other MTF operatives. The light-yellow evening sky of SCP-6833-A is revealed, as well as a beach of orange-yellow land composed of stones. In the distance, a crowd of SCP-6833-B are present, with one of them (SCP-6833-B-073) approaching the MTF-Eta-0 army slowly.] [Garnet steps onto the ground and walks up to the entity closely. BLAZE and CROW are behind him.] [The entity adjusts a ring shaped device that surrounds its "head", which resultantly beeps. SCP-6833-B-073's entire body vibrates and a modulated voice is heard.] SCP-6833-B-073: Welcome, human! It's a pleasure to meet one of you in person. Garnet: Good day to you aswell. I am Garnet Allan, representing the SCP Foundation, and you are Mister…? B-073: Please, just call me Marinisomatota Chrysiogene. Garnet: Uh, of course, gladly. B-073: Thank you. So, let's not waste any more time. If I recall, you have a peaceful proposition to us that could solve our issue? Garnet: Correct. After much thought, our organization has developed plans for a more acceptable end to our conflict, one that does not result in our bladders getting sliced, as you have delightfully promised. B-073: I can confirm that we genuinely mean that. Fortunately, you are wise enough to appeal to our interests instead and trade to us your 'disposals'. That is what you are proposing, right? Garnet: Indeed. If you see in this diagram right… here… [Garnet removes a tube-shape container from his backpack, opening it to showcase a rolled up piece of paper, enscribed with illustrasions. He directs the diagram towards SCP-6833-B-073.] Garnet: …there we go. As you can see here, we have plans to constuct various alternate plumbing routes inside the sewers of highly-populated human centers, which will direct targeted fluids to Foundation facil— B-073: Excuse me for me interrupting, Garnet. But I am afraid this plan is futile. [Brief second of silence.] Garnet: I— Umm, I beg your pardon? B-073: There's a major flaw in here. You're letting it go bad. Garnet: …go bad? B-073: There's something in your atmosphere that diminishes the quality of our seawater into an unacceptable state. In all our tests, sealife submerged into it would not survive for a day. That's why it has to be taken straight from the bladder. Garnet: And… and you didn't mentioned this to us at all? B-073: We didn't think we needed to, we thought you would just let us distribute the tablets? Garnet: There is no way my superiors would accept that. Damnit, I guess this plan is scrapped then. B-073: This does not mean we will have to go back to war, right? Garnet: …unfortunately I can't say for sure. B-073: This is outrageous, Garnet! We have millions of lives here at stake and you're withholding our only chance of salvation for what? A measley portal inside of you? Garnet: It's more complicated than that, it could disrupt norm— B-073: I don't even know why it bothers you that much, I thought you humans would like not having to 'do your business' all the time! Garnet: Ple— [Silence.] Look, I am sorry you feel this way, but we just can't let anomalies out to the public! It could cause public hysteria if people see others being able to avoid micturation, this disruption of normalcy is going to cause chaos! B-073: Well our customers weren't bothered by it. Can't you just… I don't know, just tell them to keep it a secret? Garnet: That would take too much effort to keep track of that many people. And we can't just let civilians be aware of 'one' anomaly only. It would be too much of an information breach. [Exhale.] I'm sorry mister, but I'm afraid I'll have to cancel our… [Brief 2.5 seconds pause.] B-073: Yes? Garnet: Wait. I think… I have an idea of how this could work. 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SCP-6834

safe

Item#: 6834 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Three 5x10cm glass containers holding infected 3cm iron nails exposed to SCP-6834 are stored at Foundation Containment Site Basalt-7, with space available for up to an additional thirteen containers. Each container is constructed from thermally-treated tempered glass, and is stopped with cork. The containers should be held within a 68x34x34cm box made from reinforced rubber, inside a 150x150x300cm airlocked concrete bunker located in the basement of Site Basalt-7. No researchers are permitted to enter the containment location without authorization from Basalt-7 Site Director Ingrid. All personnel entering SCP-6834's containment chamber are to wear hazmat suits, and receive a disinfecting chemical scrub by site biohazard staff before and after any access to the containment chamber - after which the chamber should once again be returned to an airtight vacuum state. Any living creatures exposed to SCP-6834 should be immediately incinerated using high-power ranged incindiary devices, or any other source of engulfing flame available to Foundation Staff. Description: SCP-6834 is a hybrid corrosive-ribonucleic orthornavirus that exclusively affects and manipulates metal. While typical biological virae tend to affect living creatures such as humans or animals, SCP-6834 will immerse itself into all known metallic substances and alloys, and convert any infected metallic matter into organic material - typically tumor-like masses of animal muscle, fat, and connective tissue, with occasional manifestations of common human organs, including eyes, kidneys, spleens, appendices, and skin. The infection of especially large objects such as buildings or vehicles are theorized by researchers to prompt the manifestation of more complex organs and appendages. The first and only recorded outbreak of SCP-6834 occurred during Incident #5636-10 on the 16th of February 2020, when an individual under the influence of SCP-56361 introduced SCP-6834 to the inhabitants of an undiscovered safehouse belonging to the Cogwork Orthodoxy Church in Memphis, Tennessee. Following a labored and extensive containment effort by Foundation Biohazard and Fire Department staff, samples of SCP-6834 were returned to Foundation Biohazard Laboratory Sigma-F2 for further analysis. Selected results from the ensuing experimentation have been documented in Experiment Log #6834-1. Although the origin of SCP-6834 is believed to be man-made and developed exclusively by a since-neutralized instance of SCP-5636-A, the details of how the virus was synthesized, and whether any other sources of SCP-6834 exist elsewhere, are unknown. Additionally, the similarity between the employment of SCP-6834 against the Cogwork Orthodoxy and the tactics employed against the Church of the Broken God and others by certain Sarkic organizations have been noted as cause for concern, although no known link appears to exist between SCP-5636-A and any Sarkic organization. On a related note - while the overlap in their effect has been noted, SCP-6834 does not appear to share any significant genealogy with SCP-610. Experiment Log #6834-1: Location: Biohazard Laboratory Sigma-F2 Dates: February the 20th - March the 14th, 2020 Test #: Exposed Subject: Duration: Result: 001 1 x aluminium drinks can 5 minutes Total infection, subject converted into sizeable tumor. 002 1 x Dell laptop 12 minutes Plastic, liquid and screen components of subject left unaltered, metal casing and wiring totally infected, converted into muscle and sinew tissue. 003 1 x 100x200cm sheet of rusting iron composite 2 minutes Total infection, manifestation of gut flesh, intestinal material, and multiple primitive eyes. 004 1 x 1g lithium suspended in oil 7 seconds Instant reaction upon contact between subject and biological matter. Subject quickly dissolves. 005 1 x 1g caesium suspended in oil 13 seconds Instant reaction upon contact between subject and biological matter. Testing chamber entirely destroyed. 006 1 x 1g francium suspended in oil N/A Following the result of Test #005, Test #006 was struck from the procedure list. 007 1 x 91.44cm titanium rod 6 hours Very slow total infection, subject converted into a single, long tentacle. 008 1 x 5g raw plutonium 6 minutes Total infection, subject manifested dozens of small malformed eyes. 009 1 x 500 centiliters of molten steel 3 seconds Almost instantaneous reaction, presumed to be caused by increased temperature of subject. Subject reduced to ash. 010 1 x a jar of fruit flies 38 seconds 100% demise in fruit fly population. No observable effects visible to the human eye present. Footnotes 1. SCP-5636-A « SCP-6833 | SCP-6834 | SCP-6835 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6834" by SamBKing, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6834. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6835

esoteric-class

Designation: SCP-6835 Threat Level: Theta Special Containment Procedures: Tactical Operations Unit Earnshaw-4 ('Foo Fighters') has been tasked with investigating all reported sightings of SCP-6835, and expunging any recollection of the event from all witnesses. By order of the D9 Council, there are to be no further attempts to capture, or otherwise impede SCP-6835. Earliest known luminotype depicting SCP-6835, captured during the Year of the Creeping Frost. Report: SCP-6835 is the Black Wyvern1, a Ferdinand-class air frigate which vanished along with its crew during the closing stages of the War of Alarian Aggression. Periodically, SCP-6835 will appear above populated areas under Rupertian jurisdiction (hereafter referred to as a Manifestation Event) at an altitude of between 25000 and 30000 hands. SCP-6835 Manifestation Events are typically concurrent with the onset of sudden and intense thunderstorms; whether SCP-6835 itself is responsible for these meteorological phenomena remains uncertain. Within minutes of appearance, SCP-6835 will begin rapidly descending at speeds of up to 170 kh per hour, before vanishing within a distance of 150 hands above ground. The earliest known SCP-6835 sighting is attributed to the HMA Queen Amelia, whose crew reported witnessing a WAA-era craft in the vicinity of Mount Kingspear. The Amelia's captain, one Julius Abadie, apparently possessing some degree of familiarity SCP-6835, refused direct orders to track the vessel's movements, instead joining his servicemen in utterance of a short prayer. Foundation agents embedded in the Rupertian Air Force investigated the sighting, and subsequently expunged all witness' memory of the incident. To date, the Foundation has made three attempts to intercept SCP-6835. In all cases, the pursuing aircraft were downed after experiencing apparent catastrophic engine failure. While the wreckage of these vessels have since been retrieved, in all cases no human remains could be identified. Additional: The following account of SCP-6835 was published in the Fort Charles Times by Lord Theobald T. Whitestone, 7th Earl of Eastchapel, documented for future research by the Division of Folkloric Studies: ATTENTION ALL AVIATORS BEWARE THE BLACK WYVERN! As any groundgawker2 worth his rations will know, the dutiful airmen who service this great nation are a valiant, if superstitious folk, with their own curious assortment of unique customs and beliefs. As longtime readers can attest, I have never shied from relegating some of the more extravagant of these sky-tales, ranging from the somber sully-gullies3 to the boundless delights of Cloud Nine4. Tempting as it may seem to dismiss such outlandish tellings as mere guff and claptrap, on my reputation as a scholar and a gentleman, the following account of devilry and guile is as veracious and indisputable as the skies above. In the waning days of the War of Alarian Aggression, the Black Wyvern was renowned as one of the finest frigates of her class. Under the watchful command of a shrewd and daring sundog5 by the name of Phileas Faustus (pictured), the Wyvern emerged nigh-unscathed from countless skirmishes across the Northern Front. This run of fair fortune was not to last however: one winter, whilst traversing the thick and brooding mists over West Arthuria, the Wyvern was beset by a roving band of mercenaries. While no fatalities occurred, the frigate's engines took heavy damage, and with her hydrium reserves low, the chances of a safe return to Rupertian airspace were slim to none. Shortly after midnight, as it appeared their situation could grow no bleaker, the Wyvern's crew were visited by none other than the Devil himself, come shambling forth from the howling abyss in search of fresh subjects. Last known luminotype of Captain Phileas Faustus, taken shortly before his disappearance. With breathless voice, the Prince of Dust assured Captain Faustus that he could see to the Wyvern's safe voyage home - a service he was more than happy to provide, in exchange for the immortal essence of the first crewmember to set foot on land. To his company's shock, the quick-witted captain hastily accepted this precarious bargain, though no sooner than words passed his lips the Devil had vanished, and the Wyvern began moving of her own accord, sailing the High Heavens at speed unsurpassed by craft or comet. Within the hour the dirigible's crew were greeted with the clear and starry skies of the Motherland, their spellbound vessel only coming to an abrupt halt once the Son of Shadows returned, eagerly awaiting his prize. Refusing to condemn any of his men to the pustulant pits of the Weeping Wastes, Captain Faustus instead took the Devil by surprise, seizing the ship's cat by the tail and sending it plummeting to the ground below. As the felled feline was by technicality a full member of the Wyvern's crew, Faustus boasted, the Devil no longer held claim to the soul of any of her human occupants. However dear reader, while the Devil may on occasion be outwitted by mortal men, as any priest or prophet will assure you, he rarely takes such instances in his stride. Thus it was that the Devil placed a curse upon the Wyvern, forcing the vessel and her crew to remain adrift in the sea above seas until the end of time. In the years that have elapsed since, airmen from all corners of the Empire have reported sighting the Dutchman-o'-the-Air during their travels - always descending, but incapable of landing. It is said that when the dread zeppelin draws near, three distinct omens will manifest on passing vessels. First, the ship's cat will become irate - tail stiffening, eyes widening and hair standing on end, attacking its crewmates indiscriminately, as if avenging the sacrifice of its fallen brother. Next, the onboard wireless will begin to falter, becoming hot to the touch and producing indecipherable static, accompanied by faint whisperings and the distant echoes of inhuman moans. Finally, the craft's resident Wolkenholt6, knowing what fate his ship awaits, will at last put out his pipe and remove his cap of invisibility, before solemnly singing his final sky-shanty. Pity not the Wyvern's crew, dear reader - rest assured, knowing that what dwells within her duralumin belly no longer holds any closer resemblance to godsfearing Rupertians than a common sea slug. Save all sympathies instead for those unfortunate enough to encounter the Horror of the Heights, and therefore be drafted into the company of the damned. You have been warned. Footnotes 1. Named for the heraldic beast of ancient lore: purportedly, the wyvern learned the true name of the god Juro, and to ensure its secrecy was cursed so that its every breath turned to flame in its mouth. 2. Aerial slang term; used to refer to individuals who are inexperienced with aeronautics and navigation. 3. A species of legendary seabird. Supposedly, male sully-gullies are deserted by their partners after mating, and become so distraught as to fly directly into aircraft propellers, to disastrous consequence. These creatures are believed to have originated as a practical joke, whereby credulous new recruits are tasked with keeping watch for sully-gullies, their white beaks and azure plumage making them difficult to spot in clear skies. 4. In aeronautical folklore, Cloud Nine is an idyllic afterlife awaiting all honorable airmen, which is inhabited by a race of beautiful bird-maidens. Here it is said that wind and rain are absent, and the Moon is always full and bright, with the night skies ever-awash with dazzling auroric displays. 5. Aerial slang term; used to denote a seasoned aviator. 6. Literally translating as 'cloud-goblin', the Wolkenholt is a diligent and good-natured sprite said to reside on aircraft. Usually depicted as a short bearded figure, smoking tobacco from an enchanted silver pipe, which also functions as a flute. More from this author...

SCP-6836

pending

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padding: 2vw; } This file is presented unabridged due to the unresolved and potentially catastrophic state of its subject. I have elected to spare no details, as an explanation continues to elude our foremost experts and the subject matter lies well beyond the bounds of my own expertise. Updates to this file will continue until either the problem has been solved, or the universe unravels. — Dr. Bradley Fellows, Acting Director, Provisional Site-232 Item#: SCP-6836 Level4 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6836. Special Containment Procedures: Access to SCP-6836 for testing purposes is permitted to all qualified personnel, but transits involving any objects, living or otherwise, are to be carried out only under the supervision of Acting Director Fellows or MTF Captain Gallant. Unauthorized transits risk a potential large-scale uncontrolled nuclear fusion event. SCP-6836 is located in a standard containment cell that was erected around it subsequent to its appearance. Decommissioning of SCP-6836 may be possible via structural damage to the wall to which it is affixed, though this is unverified. Attempts to physically relocate SCP-6836 are also likely to result in neutralization. Due to its intangibility, SCP-6836's 'terminus' does not require containment, but is to be kept under constant surveillance by MTF Epsilon-129 ("Queen's Highwaymen"). Investigation into SCP-6836's origin and purpose is ongoing and should be considered high-priority, as failure to resolve this anomaly could result in outcomes ranging from nothing at all, to the total dissolution of reality along all linked timelines. Description: SCP-6836 is a rectangular aperture in the east wall of Utility Corridor Ground-1-E of the Strathroy-Caradoc Plaza mall. The aperture is approximately 2m tall and 1m wide. Attempts to measure any depth have been unsuccessful, and it has been tentatively concluded that SCP-6836 does not meaningfully interact with the third spatial dimension. SCP-6836 opens to neither the interior, nor the other side of the corridor wall, as would typically be expected of such an aperture. It instead opens immediately onto a sidewalk in the city of Mississauga, baseline reality, some 170km to the northeast of the anomaly. The coordinates of SCP-6836's apparent terminus are 43.53325, -79.66082. No aperture back into the corridor is visible or accessible from this location.1 Unusual patches of snow accumulate at regular intervals along the edges of the sidewalk in temperatures below 10°C; the patches melt in warmer weather, but reaccumulate when the temperature falls. Addendum 6836-1, Context of Discovery: The following historical background is provided as context for the Foundation's presence during, and involvement in, the discovery of SCP-6836. This information may also be relevant in deciphering the cause and purpose of SCP-6836's materialization, as well as the potential existential threat it poses. On 2021/05/10, Strathroy-Caradoc Plaza — a shopping mall located at 1000 Plaza Blvd. in the township of Strathroy-Caradoc, Ontario, Canada — was designated Outpost-232 under the supervision of Site-43. Its remit was to surveil an unusual preponderance of low-level GoI activity in the area. Site security and field surveillance were conducted by MTF Lambda-232 ("Interference Pattern") under the command of Captain Rain Gallant, while research, Veil Threat Discernment, and GoI-liaising were overseen by Dr. Bradley Fellows and a team of technicians and assistants. Inter-GoI tensions in the nearby city of London soon reached a critical point with the arrival of the exiled radical known as the Grey Capirote from Toronto, and the injection of the members of his particularly adversarial faction into the local Chainsaw Capuchins (GoI-811).2 The immediate result was an "Occult Turf War" pitting the Chainsaw Capuchins against the Royal Hylozoists' Society (GoI-446).3 Shortly thereafter the Ætrian Nidus (GoI-1349),4 capitalizing on the violent situation, made their presence in the city known by creating an untenable anomalous pathobiological situation. Outpost-232 was therefore redesignated a Provisional Site, to serve as staging ground for Veil-maintaining operations during the conflict. The exterior of Strathroy-Caradoc Plaza. Addendum 6836-2, Discovery: On October 9th, 2021 an anomaly was discovered in the east wall of the east ground floor utility corridor of the Strathroy-Caradoc Plaza. The incident report is appended below. INCIDENT REPORT: 232-22407-1 Date: October 9, 2021 Officer of Record: Rain Gallant, Captain MTF Lambda-232 ("Interference Pattern") Approx. 1330 hours: Agent Beaulieu alerted me over handheld to a civilian-involved incident in Utility Corridor Ground-1-E. 1340 hours: Arrived at location of incident to find: apparently anomalous rectangular aperture in east wall of corridor; Agent Beaulieu; and the non-Foundation-affiliated Plaza Maintenance Technician apparently responsible for the discovery. Agent Beaulieu was attempting to offer a reasonable explanation to civilian. Civilian was mopping the corridor. 1400 hours: After a brief interrogation, I was confident of civilian's disinterest and compliance. I dispatched him to the First Aid Station to request an amnestic, assuring him they would know what it meant. His pronunciation was adequate. I then ordered Agent Beaulieu to stand watch over the aperture, and contacted Agent Gao and Agent Stapleton to cordon off the corridor, thus barring further civilian access. The following reports detail Dr. Fellows' preliminary assessment of SCP-6836, and the results of early testing. INCIDENT REPORT: 6836-22407-1 Date: October 9, 2021 Officer of Record: Dr. Bradley Fellows, Acting Director of Provisional Site-232 Aperture in wall is rectangular and even-edged, roughly the size of an interior door. Initial assessment indicates aperture is anomalous: it opens to a sidewalk on an unidentified urban street, rather than the stockroom of Mandy's Candles and Bath Bombs as it should. No street signs or landmarks are visible through aperture, and it would be irresponsible to attempt human traversal at this stage. My first priority was to locate the anomaly's terminus, assuming it exits to a point in baseline reality. I sent a technician, with my Foundation-issue credit card, to Big Brent's Discount Electronics in the plaza with orders to procure a quadrotor drone. While a drone exiting a portal in the middle of a sidewalk would be a not-inconsiderable Veil threat, I have decided that this risk is outweighed by the possibility of an open, visible portal or of people walking through it into the mall by accident. Not wishing to confront the ethical quandary of asking someone else to possibly sacrifice their phone, I allowed mine to be taped to the drone. The phone-drone was sent through the aperture. It passed through to the other side without incident or visible indication. Captain Gallant used the find-a-phone app on their phone to determine the location of mine. We ascertained the location as Erin Mills Parkway in Mississauga, Ontario (Coordinates: 43.53325, -79.66082). Captain Gallant immediately contacted MTF Epsilon-129 ("Queen's Highwaymen") and requested them at the terminus. Approx. 30 minutes later Epsilon-129 were seen, through the aperture, to arrive at the terminus location. They contacted Captain Gallant to explain that the terminus did not appear to be visible at their end. Nevertheless, a cordon was established and a tent erected to obscure view of the area. The terminus location at the time of MTF Epsilon-129's arrival. In the interim I called my contact with the Intrepids of Vanth (GoI-2422)5, whose volunteers we have thus far employed in lieu of D-Class Personnel. An alarmingly short period (given the expected drive-time) after Epsilon-129 completed the concealment tent and cordon, an Intrepid calling himself "Troy Divebomb" arrived at the Plaza via Uber. Mr. Divebomb was escorted to the location of the anomaly by a waiting MTF agent. Immediately upon arriving and despite the protestations of all present, the Intrepid threw himself — whilst shouting — directly through the aperture. He survived the transit, to his vocal and animated disappointment, passing through without apparent injuries other than those sustained in his unceremonious landing on the other side. Epsilon-129 reported that he simply appeared in the space occupied by the terminus; "popping-in" without any notable visual effects (eg., flashes of light, puffs of smoke, etc.) While he was still present, we asked the Intrepid to attempt walking back through the terminus. No angle of approach allowed reentry to our side, and visibly, from our end, he appeared to simply "pop" in and out as he passed through the space. Mr. Divebomb was given bus fare to return to London by the Captain of Epsilon-129 and sent out of the tent. At this juncture, I decided to contact Site-43 for further expert consultation on the matter. Addendum 6836-3, Analysis: Site-43 dispatched Dr. Heather Delacqua and her team from the Quantum Supermechanics Section to assist with analysis of SCP-6836. A construction crew was also dispatched to erect a permanent containment cell around the anomaly. MEETING MINUTES OCTOBER 9, 2021 Dr. Fellows: So, what can you tell us about our… weird portal thing? Dr. Delacqua: Well, I think it's some sort of weird portal thing. Dr. Fellows: Fantastic, thanks. Dr. Delacqua: In all seriousness though, this one is pretty atypical compared to what I usually see. Dr. Fellows: There's such a thing as a… typical magic portal? Dr. Delacqua: Funny you should say magic, but I'll circle back around to that. I mean, yeah, kinda? Most portals can be traversed from both ends, for example. This one, the exit end isn't even visible or easily detectable. That's pretty weird. Dr. Fellows: And what's with the little snow piles? We clear them away and they come back after a few hours. Dr. Delacqua: Well, most portals are spatial flexures held open by a solitonic negative energy conduit, as I'm sure you know. Dr. Fellows: I am not a physicist. Dr. Delacqua: Well they are. The conduit extends beyond the ends of the portal itself, like a sleeve or a shunt, which is normal. For some reason, those snow patches are forming at specific structural points, line convergences, in the conduit, but I'm not sure why. Worth noting though that the structure of this thing is very, very clean. Dr. Fellows: What does that mean? Dr. Delacqua: Are you asking me what clean means? Dr. Fellows: What does it imply? Dr. Delacqua: Well this was definitely created intentionally, it's not some natural phenomenon, or freak accident. I also suspect it's thaumaturgical rather than parascientific. My instruments throw up tons of errors when scanning this thing, meaning the energies at work are detectable, but not readily identifiable. Also parascience stuff like this tends to be kind of [pause] grainy? In terms of structure I mean. This is, like I said, clean, smooth, and that, in my experience, usually means thaumaturgy. Dr. Fellows: Is there anything you can see in the structure of this that would suggest to you a reason it was created? Dr. Delacqua: Motive? No, not really. But if I was to take a total stab in the dark, I would say you should call 120. Dr. Fellows: Ontokinetics? Dr. Delacqua: Yeah, like, I say this isn't a freak accident, but I'm wondering if it isn't some sort of accident? It just doesn't make a lot of sense does it? It makes me think maybe someone tried to open a portal into another dimension or parallel universe or whatever the hell, and they fucked it up and got stuck with this dumb, weird thing. Dr. Fellows: Well, actually, we're stuck with it. Anyways, I'll reach out to 120. I was also wondering, though: what would you expect to happen if… for example… someone passed through the portal while someone else was in the space occupied by the terminus? Dr. Delacqua: Well, assuming no safeguards are built into the portal, which, though unlikely, is always the safest assumption, and assuming that physics on either side is relatively "classical," you know, aside from the whole "portal" thing, the two masses would likely become forcefully physically overlaid. This would, of course, be fatal. It's also likely that at least some portion of the two masses would undergo a fusion reaction, at the atomic level. Dr. Fellows: That sounds… undesirable? Dr. Delacqua: Oh yeah, assuming two adult humans, lets say about 150 pounds each, maybe like, 30% mass fusion… you'd be looking at an explosion that would likely sterilize the eastern half of the continent and destabilize global climate patterns. Probably K-Class event, or very near anyways. Dr. Fellows: Well, thank you, sincerely this time. If nothing else, we now know what tests not to administer. Dr. Delacqua: Mind if I stick around? I kind of want to see where this goes. Dr. Fellows: You're welcome to. I expect we'll need all the help we can get to figure this one out. An interior shopping area of Strathroy-Caradoc Plaza. Dr. Delacqua and her technical team remained at Provisional Site-232, and Dr. Fellows contacted Site-120 to arrange for consultation with experts in Ontokinetics. Site-120 being in Poland, said experts would not arrive for two days. During the wait, Dr. Fellows made contact with three local, Foundation-allied GoIs to consult with them about SCP-6836. MEETING MINUTES OCTOBER 10, 2021 The participants in this conversation are as follows: Myself, Dr. Bradley Fellows; A "Gentlewoman Druid" of the highly theatrical animist GoI known as the Royal Hylozoist Society (GoI-446), operating under the alias (I assume and hope) Professor Theodosia Elmstone; A representative of the Red Circle (GoI-185), a GoI with extensive pan-indigenous integration in First Nation communities and claiming pre-Beringian origins. He offered what I am assuming is his real name, Pete Shawnoo; A member of Illuminus Rationalis (GoI-3690), a fervently anti-theist magic order who claim to employ a scientific approach to what otherwise appears to be conventional, though efficacious, European Occultism. He gave the alias of Frater Elenkhos. SCP-6836 terminus posterior view. Dr. Fellows: So? Anything? Shawnoo: You were right, it's definitely magical. I couldn't tell you much about the structure of it, but the spirits on both sides of the portal are acting… weird. Elmstone: The spirits, yes! The spirits. Though savage at the best of times they are particularly— Shawnoo: Excuse me, savage? Elmstone: [gesticulating mystically] Yes, there is a great disturbance in the spirit world. A nightmare in the ancestral dream! Shawnoo: This is offensive. What you're doing is offensive. Elenkhos: You're both either charlatans or superstitious fools. There's no such thing as 'spirits,' that's merely your own projective apophenia. Clearly it's an Einstein-Rosen Bridge, a gateway in space and time— Elmstone: [standing and shouting] You call me a fool? How dare you! [Elmstone and Elenkhos argue, becoming unintelligible] Dr. Fellows: Acting weird, you were saying, Mr. Shawnoo? Shawnoo: Uh, Pete, please, and yeah. A city spirit on the other side was trying to communicate and, I mean, talking to spirits is always tricky, they aren't really using language, it's just symbolism, but it kind of turns into language when it touches you? Anyways, it was trying to say something about hatchlings becoming ancestral, axes emerging from self-hewn wood, or something. I really couldn't tell you what it means. Nothing I've ever heard before. Dr. Fellows: Interesting. Something to do with time? Causality? Shawnoo: [shrugs] Way out of my wheelhouse, but I guess that sounds like it makes sense? [Elenkhos takes notice and ceases arguing] Elenkhos: Causality, yes! Just as I said, a gateway through space and time, none of this primitive 'spirit' mumbo jumbo. Elmstone: You insolent upstart! You know nothing! You dress our timeless traditions in the trappings of modernity but you're just a snake oil salesman! [Arguing resumes] Shawnoo: Can I go? Dr. Fellows: Yeah. Thanks for taking a look, Pete. Shawnoo: Anytime Doc. Drs. Albrecht Wandernoth and Wiegand Anetzberger, experts in Extradimensionality and Multicosmology from Site-120's Department of Ontokinetics, arrived at Provisional Site-232 the following day. Present technical staff, including Dr. Delacqua's team, assisted them in setting up equipment and gathering data. MEETING MINUTES OCTOBER 11, 2021 Dr. Anetzberger: Dr. Fellows. Dr. Wandernoth: Yes, Dr. Fellows. Dr. Fellows: [nodding acknowledgement] Doctors. Thanks again for making the trip. Dr. Anetzberger: It is our pleasure. Fascinating and strange the thing you have here. Dr. Wandernoth: Our pleasure, yes. Dr. Fellows: Your team's findings? Dr. Wandernoth: Yes, findings, the data. Yes, Dr. Anetzberger? Dr. Anetzberger: Thank you Dr. Wandernoth. Hume levels are within expected parameters, and I see nothing to suggest Dr. Delacqua's suppositions. All evidence suggests this portal was opened to bridge these two points in this reality. An accidental perforation of space would not end up so careful and orderly, even if it began that way. Too many unforeseen perturbations acting upon the conduit lattice structure. Dr. Wandernoth: Too many perturbations. Far too many perturbations. Dr. Fellows: But couldn't that explain, maybe, why the portal only works one way? Why the exit isn't just inaccessible but invisible? Almost entirely undetectable? Wouldn't the only explanation be some sort of fold or wrinkle or… or pocket? Or something? In space, I mean? Dr. Anetzberger: It is true that this is strange. We do not have an explanation to offer for this apparent intangibility. What you say would indeed explain this; but it is, per our readings, not the case. Beyond the portal itself there exists at this location no unexpected spatial flexure of any kind. Dr. Wandernoth: None. Nothing. Yes. However, unable to discount possibility of precisely identical parallel universe where exact copies are conducting exact same tests. Dr. Anetzberger: Yes, this conjecture is the Universal Non-Excludable and while it must be accounted for, [raising his voice] it is unhelpful as a consideration! Dr. Wandernoth: [nodding sagely] Dr. Fellows: …okay. But, what else could be happening here? Something has to be making the terminus act the way it does. Doctors, I'm not saying I disagree with your findings, but there has to be some sort of answer to this. [Sound of papers rustling as Dr. Wandernoth, seemingly having a thought, examines equipment readouts. Dr. Wandernoth holds up a paper to Dr. Anetzberger, pointing at something; the two Drs. speak in hushed tones, indiscernable to Dr. Fellows and the recording.] Dr. Fellows: Did you find something? Dr. Anetzberger: There is a possibility. My colleague has directed my attention to an anomaly in the data collection. Dr. Fellows: An anomaly? Dr. Wandernoth: Yes, yes here. [Dr. Wandernoth slides the page across the table with one finger pointing to a waveform diagram flanked by two bar graphs] Thought at time must be result of unexpected interactions between formation's apparent thaumaturgical structure and instruments as does not seem possible reading no no. [Dr. Fellows stares blankly at the diagram] Dr. Fellows: Can you explain what it means? This is not my area of expertise. Hume flow graph. Anomalous reading indicated in pen. Dr. Anetzberger: These [motioning to the bar graphs dismissively] are measurements of ambient Hume levels on either side of the formation. They are as expected and thus, [raising his voice] they are irrelevant! This [pointing to the waveform in the centre] is a measurement of the Hume flow through the portal itself. Here [pointing to a small spot on the waveform] there is a trough. This should be a peak. A trough here is impossible, in this context. Or it should be. My colleague had thought this was the result of instrument confusion from the magics. It may be. Or it may be of significance. Dr. Fellows: Why is that… should be impossible? Dr. Wandernoth: Yes peak bradyonic. Trough [leaning in dramatically] tachyonic. Dr. Fellows: Wait, tachyonic? Like, faster than light? Dr. Anetzberger: Faster than light or… Dr. Wandernoth: Backwards in time. [The three doctors sit in silence] Dr. Fellows: So, this is something I should ask Delacqua about then I guess? Dr. Anetzberger: She may be of help, but we will also contact an associate of ours in Chronometrics Division. Dr. Fellows: I'm not familiar with them. Dr. Anetzberger: Many are not. Dr. Fellows' report on his initial contact with Dr. Danica Azzopardi of Chronometrics Divison, and the irregular circumstances surrounding her visit a day later, is appended verbatim. MEETING MINUTES OCTOBER 12, 2021 Dr. Wandernoth gave me the contact information of one Dr. Azzopardi, a Foundation scientist from something called the Chronometrics Division. I asked Wandernoth what time zone she was in, for the purposes of calling her during business hours, and he replied that he was unsure, cryptically adding that "she may not be." As it was now evening, I decided to wait until late morning on the following day to call Dr. Azzopardi. I was instead awoken in the very early morning by an unexpected call. Our brief exchange is transcribed below. Dr. Fellows: [waking up] Hello… Uh… Dr. Bradley Fellows Provision Direction Acting 232 here. Dr. Azzopardi: Dr. Fellows, hi, sorry to wake you, it's Dr. Azzopardi, Chronometrics. Dr. Fellows: Dr. Azzopardi? Did Wandernoth give you my number? I was intending to call you. Dr. Azzopardi: Yeah, I got your number from when you called me. Dr. Fellows: I didn't call you though. Dr. Azzopardi: Well, you did, later today. Dr. Fellows: …pardon? Dr. Azzopardi: It's unusual, I know, but I got excited after you told me about the anomaly and I didn't want to wait. I know you've got a weird one! I don't remember what you told me but I wanted to hear about it early, so I called as soon as I was able to remember your number. So could you tell me what this is? Dr. Fellows: Uh, well, it's a portal of sorts. Visible at the entrance but invisible and unusable at the exit. Apparently non-fatally human-traversable and Hume compliant. But the 120 guys, Anetzberger and Wandernoth, they said the Hume flow through the portal conduit was tachyonic, and suggested I call you so that's… what I was going to… [trailing off] Dr. Azzopardi: I can't wait to see it! Can you provide me with your address? I could remember your number but not the address. Dr. Fellows: Of course, it's 1000 Plaza Boulevard, Strathroy. Dr. Azzopardi: I'll be there, in the future. Like, after this, this right now. But not a lot. Only a bit after. Soon! Dr. Fellows: …I'll see you then, Dr. Azzopardi. Dr. Azzopardi: Then! Several hours later, Dr. Azzopardi arrived alone, without a vehicle or any apparent use of public transit. She provided me with identification and top-level clearance. At first she produced a card with a logo reading "Sol-Central Local Bubble High Command" which she quickly pocketed saying "oops, not that yet, wrong one," before showing me a Level-5 Clearance document. Shortly after her arrival, I and several other staff members began to experience what I thought, at first, were headaches; I subsequently realized the pain seemed localized an inch or so behind my head. Dr. Azzopardi assured us this was a "normal" consequence of her being "early" and that we'd feel fine after "renormalization" in several hours. Dr. Azzopardi enlisted the assistance of several already on-site technical personnel. The sight of one technician, whose services she did not retain, appeared to cause her distress, briefly moving her to tears. Her tests and observations persisted until the next afternoon, and included two transits thereof (followed by her bussing back to London from Mississauga). She remained visibly excited through all of this. Her findings are presented below. Dr. Fellows: Hello again Dr. Azzopardi. Dr. Azzopardi: Hi Brad! Dr. Fellows: So what can yo— Dr. Azzopardi: [Interrupting] Shit, sorry, Dr. Fellows, the Brad thing is later, right. Dr. Fellows: …um… So Dr. Azzopardi, what can you tell me about th— Dr. Azzopardi: [Interrupting] Ooh I was right, you got a weird one here! So the portal is ever so slightly displaced out of the regular timeline which— Dr. Fellows: [Interjecting] Hold on, sorry, clarification: displaced forwards? Or backwards? Dr. Azzopardi: [Pauses to think] Kind of more like [pause] sideways? As a whole. It's still present, moving through with us, but it's been folded inside-out, or like, extruded through itself. That's why what we call the entrance is visible to us, because it's always moving towards us, from slightly in the future, but we can't see the, what we call the exit, because it's slightly in the past, moving away from us. But also those aren't correct. Dr. Fellows: The past and future parts, you mean? Dr. Azzopardi: No, the entrance, exit part. The exit is the entrance for who or whatever made this, and the entrance is the exit. They came from that sidewalk in Mississauga, into the corridor. Or they will come. Or they have already, but after this. That part is kind of hard to express. Dr. Fellows: We didn't see any intruders, and it's been nearly a week since it opened. Dr. Azzopardi: Well the intruder clearly has, or at least has the ability to assume, an irregular coupling to the causation vector. It's possible they came through and weren't visible to us, or weren't recognizable as an intruder. Or it's possible that even though the portal opened in our past, that the intruder entered in what we see as our future. Dr. Fellows: Why would they be coming here though? And like this? This is a public place, they could just walk in. Surely that would be easier? Dr. Azzopardi: Maybe, but they wouldn't be able to access the containment cell. Dr. Fellows: We built that containment cell to contain the portal, so that— Dr. Azzopardi: [Interrupting] Well that's how it seems, now. But maybe you built the cell to contain something else, and they opened the portal to retrieve that something from the cell, but because of the order of things, it now looks to us like we built the cell for the portal, since we haven't yet put the, [pause] the MacGuffin, I suppose, into the cell. I also see that this place is fast becoming a Site in its own right, what with its accretion of scientists. Dr. Fellows: Yes, because of the portal, again. Dr. Azzopardi: Maybe, but I'd be careful using "becauses" around this. Things may not be so simple or straightforward, or even straightbackward for you anymore, or yet. Close view of unusual snow pile. Dr. Fellows: …okay, let me come back to this in a moment. I noticed you observing the snow piles collected along the sidewalk, do you have an explanation of some sort for those? Dr. Azzopardi: …hmm? Oh, right, those, yeah. Nothing too interesting really. They're formed by pockets of localized chronometric impedance agglomerating around confluence points in the exit conduit's thaumaturgical lattice structure. Haven't seen it before, but it makes sense really. Dr. Fellows: Oh yes, perfect sense. But why no snow on this side? Is the… localized chronometric impedance different on this side because… I don't know, time? Or something? Dr. Azzopardi: I think it's just because we're indoors. [Silence on recording] Dr. Fellows: [Sighs] Okay Dr. Azzopardi, so what's the verdict here? No immediate threat, but we should keep an eye out for an intruder to pass through backwards, or who may already be here? Dr. Azzopardi: Yeah, that seems like it might end up being worth doing maybe. We should also consider trying to figure out what, if I'm right, that containment cell was built for before the portal's appearance confused everything. Or indeed, what caused all of us to gather here, aside from that. Dr. Fellows: If you are correct, and the portal was opened… or will be, or whatever, to remove something from the containment cell, what do we do with that? Do we just follow regular containment procedures and not let it be taken? Or will that even be possible? Dr. Azzopardi: Honestly, I'm not sure. We may be obligated to place the MacGuffin in the cell to allow it to be taken. Dr. Fellows: Obligated? Dr. Azzopardi: Causally. Like, that's what has to happen because it already did because that's why the portal exists and it's why the cell was built and why we are gathered et cetera et cetera. Dr. Fellows: So we may be… "causally obligated" to violate our own containment procedures? Dr. Azzopardi: Assuming we can even figure out what it was. Dr. Fellows: If we don't? Dr. Azzopardi: Also hard to say. Maybe nothing happens. Maybe it just happens on its own without this version of us needing to do anything. Or we might die, or get replaced, or the portal might explode, or implode, or something else a different way. Or maybe reality unravels. We should definitely try. Dr. Fellows: We definitely will. Thank you for the assistance Dr. Azzopardi, this is the nearest anyone has come to answering the questions posed by this thing. Dr. Azzopardi: I trust you won't mind if I stick around? Dr. Fellows: I'm not sure we can even figure this out without you. Dr. Azzopardi deemed SCP-6836 sufficiently contained at present, but warranting further investigation. Taking into account the anomaly's unresolved implications; the accumulation of scientists and technicians at Strathroy-Caradoc Plaza; and continually escalating GoI tensions in the London area, Dr. Fellows applied to Overwatch Command for full Site status. The facility was resultantly redesignated Site-232 on 2021/10/20. This file contains one (1) pending update, appended below. Addendum 6836-4, Present Considerations: The following is an informal update by Assistant Director Dr. Bradley Fellows on changing conditions at Site-232, and the ongoing investigation into SCP-6836. January 15, 2022 Three months have passed since the appearance of SCP-6836. Site-232's mission has progressed, and we are now containing several anomalies which would have otherwise been bound for the already overtaxed staff at Site-43. On a related note, I have stepped aside as Acting Site Director, and a proper Site Director has taken my place. She has proven to be an invaluable asset in our ongoing endeavours to maintain Veil integrity through the GoI conflict in London. Nevertheless, our investigation into the matter of SCP-6836's "causal obligation," and the possibly disastrous, even eschatological ramifications thereof, has stalled. While the others have moved on to other investigations and pursuits, I find myself unable to put this concern from my mind. I have attempted to reach out to my contacts in chronometrically-adept, Foundation-friendly GoIs. My email to @n@chr0n777 of the Vapor Augurs (GoI-305) was responded to by his colleague Y3ARZ3R0, who informed me that the former was unable to answer as he was "transiently unborn," whatever that means. Basalt Dolmen of the Wardens of the Elder Zodiac (GoI-193) had an automated voicemail message informing me that she would return my call when she was again embodied. Finally, I asked the Director. She muttered something about "the Stellar Haruspex" before vanishing, again — leaving behind her clothes in a pile, glasses perched atop, for me to fold. I have repeatedly asked her not to do this while I'm looking at her, since it gives me a headache and makes me taste baking soda, so I'm pretty sure it isn't good for me. She has yet to heed my request. At the time of this writing she has not returned, but this is not without precedent and I expect she will be back soon. I dare to hope, with answers. The problem remains unresolved. And yet… Looking around at what we have built, what this Site has become, I dread the possibility that perhaps our gathering was the sole and actual purpose of all this; that the portal is not part of some heist to abscond with an anomalous object, or an escape route, or an entry point, but merely a lure. And we took the bait. Footnotes 1. This may only be true of causally compliant and/or chronometrically anterogressive actors, see addenda. 2. A Dulcinite Gnostic cult made up of disenfranchised Cartel enforcers. 3. A Victorian-themed Animist organization. 4. An autocannibalistic Transgrescendentalist order with suspected though unverified ties to Sarkicism. 5. A London-based extreme sports Thanatologist GoI. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6836" by MrBadFellow, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6836. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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padding: 2vw; } Item#: SCP-6837 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo 14 Westshire Boulevard, post-renovation. Special Containment Procedures: The apartment complex where SCP-6837 occurred has been purchased and secured. Tenants were rehoused under cover of asbestos abatement. Investigation is ongoing. Description: SCP-6837 is a system of acoustic phenomena at 14 Westshire Boulevard in the city of London, Ontario, Canada. Superintendent Ian Schwarz recorded the following telephone call with resident John Piper on 11 April 2020: Schwarz: What can I help you with, John? Piper: It's my neighbours. They're banging on the floor, non-stop. Schwarz: Have you tried talking to them? Piper: Well, it's not non-stop. It's whenever I'm making any kind of sound. Watching TV. Putting up pictures. When the wife and I— Schwarz: Yeah, okay, I get the picture. But you didn't answer my question. Have you tried talking to them? Piper: I don't even know how to get to where they are. Schwarz: What? The floors are all identical. What room are you in? Piper: 803. Schwarz: Alright, just go down to 703 and— Piper: Up. Schwarz: What? Piper: Upstairs! I told you, they're banging on the floor. My ceiling! The elevator doesn't go to the ninth floor. I tried the stairwell, but half a flight up I find a locked damn door. Can't you call them? <Silence on recording.> Piper: Well? Schwarz: We don't have a ninth floor, John. Piper: What? Schwarz: That door goes to the roof. When Schwarz was unable to resolve the issue to Piper's satisfaction, the latter broke his lease. After two subsequent tenants reported the same phenomenon, the apartment was left permanently vacant. The matter came to Foundation attention after renovations to the structure, including the construction of an additional storey of apartments. A new complaint was received by superintendent Schwarz from resident Louise Delacouer on 2 September 2022: Schwarz: What seems to be the problem, Louise? Delacouer: I don't like to make a fuss, but I'm at my wits' end with these people. Schwarz: What people? Delacouer: I've tried everything. I went downstairs first, knocked on the door like a grown woman, but nobody answered. I used the directory to call them, but nobody picked up — in fact, I got a busy signal straight off. Schwarz: Back up, what are y— Delacouer: I'm not a prude, but I have my limits. Every night I hear that bed banging around. Every day, the television on full blast. Sometimes it sounds like they're knocking holes in the wall, just for fun. I've gotten out my broom to rap on the floor — in 2022! In 2022, I'm having to hammer on the floor with a broom handle! <Silence on recording.> Schwarz: What room are you in again, Ms. Delacouer? Delacouer: 903. Chronometrics personnel from Site-232 are investigating, while employing the structure for off-facility housing and equipment storage. Update: Junior Technician Kovalenko reports intermittent percussion from the ceiling of Room 903. Inspection of the roof was inconclusive. 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SCP-6838

euclid

Item #: SCP-6838 Special Containment Procedures: Reports of phenomena involving unusually bright lights in the forests of Northern Ontario or nearby regions are to be investigated by Foundation agents with the goal of gaining a greater understanding of the nature of SCP-6838. The death of SCP-6838-1 is to be publicly explained as a death due to exposure following a mental breakdown. Information and evidence to the contrary is to be suppressed by Foundation agents and webcrawlers as per standard protocol. Description: SCP-6838 is the designation given to an unknown force thought to be responsible for the disappearance and death of Nova Scotia resident Gregory Moore, hereby referred to as SCP-6838-1. SCP-6838's nature remains almost entirely unknown to the Foundation, with the only known information being that: SCP-6838 appears to inhabit the forested regions of Northern Ontario SCP-6838 creates a visual effect involving unusually bright lights SCP-6838 was likely responsible for the death of SCP-6838-1 On 8/4/19 SCP-6838-1 is known to have left his residence in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and drove for 17 hours to Kingston, Ontario, with the purpose of seeing several family members. Approximately 2 days after arrival, on 11/4/19, subject drove north for unspecified reasons (See addendum 6838.1). Subject's whereabouts in the following 11 days are largely unknown (See addendum 6838.2). On 23/4/19 SCP-6838-1 was discovered dead in the living room of a cabin SCP-6838-1's family had previously owned. SCP-6838-1's remains were largely untouched, showing little damage and possessing an anomalously slower rate of decay than usual for human corpses. A direct cause of death could not be determined. There are currently no other known instances of SCP-6838 manifestations or of other individuals being affected by it. Addendum 6838.1: On 8/4/19, SCP-6838-1 replied to the following post on parawatch.net under the username "I'llPostMoore". This post was likely the cause of SCP-6838-1's excursion into the forest on 11/4/19. LUX 04/07/2019 (Sun) 21:40:10 #1848131 Anyone else from Ontario here? I live up North near the forest, and I sometimes see these weirdly bright lights in the middle of the woods. It's always when I'm alone, I've tried showing it to others but they never appear when I do. Anybody experienced something similar? I haven't seen it in any other forests, just here. Would be neat if someone could get a picture or something. REEEEEEEEE4 04/07/2019 (Sun) 08:13:37 #1848131 Nope, never heard of this. Why can't you take a picture or video yourself? lol I'llPostMoore 04/08/2019 (Mon) 08:13:37 #1848131 Finally, something on here that I've experienced! Back when I lived in Ontario my family used to own a cottage up North. I used to run off and play in the trees all the time. Sometimes the woods around me would suddenly become super bright, like there were big floodlights behind the trees. It seems really weird now but I remember finding them super calming. They'd always go away whenever my mom or dad found me and took me back home. One time I got lost during a storm and almost walked into the light. I got scared by thunder and ran away, but the feeling was so strange. I'm actually supposed to go visit my folks again tomorrow, I'll see if I can make some time to drive north, and see if I can get a pic or two! Investigation into the creator of the original post yielded nothing. User "LUX" was unable to be located, with all attempts to do so leading to various uninhabited sections of Northern Ontario wilderness. Addendum 6838.2: The following are all known contacts with SCP-6838-1 during the period between 11/4/19 and 23/4/19. 11/4/19, 11:22 AM: SCP-6838-1 detoured to a cabin in the forest, exited his vehicle and began walking around the property. When confronted by the building's owners, SCP-6838-1 explained that his family had previously owned the property, and that he was "reliving memories". When asked to leave, SCP-6838-1 complied and drove away. 13/4/19, 3:07 PM: SCP-6838-1 was spotted by a group of individuals who were hiking in the area. When approached, SCP-6838-1 began asking them if they had seen any lights. Unsure of what they were being asked, the group pointed SCP-6838-1 to the nearest road. 13/4/19, 9:30 PM: A driver reported SCP-6838-1 standing in the middle of the previously mentioned road. The driver claimed that he didn't notice SCP-6838-1's presence until it would have been too late, if subject had not ran back into the woods seconds before a collision would have occured. Upon looking in his rear-view mirror, the driver claimed to have seen a second figure follow SCP-6838-1 back into the treeline. 16/4/19, 6:48 PM: SCP-6838-1 appears to have backtracked to the previously mentioned cabin. SCP-6838-1 was again told to leave by the same owners, who noted the absence of his car. After staring at the cabin for around 30 seconds, subject wordlessly turned and walked back the way he came. 22/4/19, 1:55 AM: The following voicemail was left by SCP-6838-1 on his mother's phone. SCP-6838-1: Hi mom. Sorry for not calling. (Leaves crunching) SCP-6838-1: Remember when I was a kid, and I'd always talk about seeing lights in the forest? SCP-6838-1: I found them again. (Shuffling) SCP-6838-1: I'm taking some pictures, but I wish I could show you myself. SCP-6838-1: I think this is goodbye. (A child's laughter is vaguely audible) (Call ends) 23/4/19, 8:19 AM: The owners of the aforementioned cabin stated they had woken to at least two sets of footsteps walking around on the floor below their bedroom, and had waited around 10 minutes after the noises stopped to go downstairs, where SCP-6838-1 was discovered dead. The cabin's doors remained locked and none of the windows were broken. It is unknown how SCP-6838-1 or any other entities entered the building, or whether he was still alive while doing so. Addendum 6838.3: Following examination of SCP-6838-1's belongings, the following photos were discovered in the camera roll of subject's phone. More From This Author More From This Author DukeCrusty's Works SCPs SCP-6191 • SCP-7436 • SCP-6343 • Tales/GoI Formats Other The Crustacean Station • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6838" by DukeCrusty, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6840

keter

 close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains animal death and cruelty. While details of it are not written down, it might have the potential to be triggering or disturbing towards specific audiences. For more information towards this content warning block, please see here. ⚠️ content warning The first animal, "Max" that was consumed by veterinary workers affected by SCP-6840 in 2009. Photo recovered from its owner's camera. Item №: SCP-6840 Special Containment Procedures: All veterinary facilities are to be monitored for any SCP-6840 occurrence. Upon the confirmation of an SCP-6840 occurrence, affected veterinary workers, owners of the animal and any witness are to be amnesticized. Animal remains left at the operation scene are to be cleaned up and incinerated. Cover-story CS-2H "Death by Medical Negligence" is to be established as the cause of death of the animal, and a substitute cadaver with a similar appearance to the consumed animal is to be provided as proof of the animal's death. Usage of other anomalies as a source to obtain the substitute cadaver is undergoing further review. Description: SCP-6840 is a phenomenon occurring worldwide, mainly affecting veterinary workers while carrying out surgery on an animal. Affected subjects exhibit predatory behavior towards the animal and will attempt to consume it. However, they will not utilize any medical tools to attack the animal and will only attempt to bite it using their jaws. Subjects under the effects of SCP-6840 possesses anomalously high strength, allowing them to bite through bone and flesh without any difficulties. After an SCP-6840 occurrence, affected subjects will lose their strength and will no longer possess anomalous physical properties. Any additional veterinary workers who enter the operation scene during an SCP-6840 occurrence will be affected by the anomaly and exhibit similar behavior as well. In the vast majority of recorded cases, the animal is completely anesthetized and will not attempt to escape or retaliate against the attacker. Subjects affected by SCP-6840 will not suffer from ill-effects after consumption of the animal regardless of any contagious disease or parasites infecting the animal. Consumption of the animal is also not hindered by their size; the current largest animal recorded to be consumed is an adult brown bear belonging to a Canadian zoo. Affected subjects are able to remember their actions during an SCP-6840 occurrence and will feel remorse for their behavior. However, none of their remorse is related to the animal's death in any way. Some examples of remorse include: Not inviting the animal's owners to eat with them. Having rude table manners that will damage their reputation among their colleagues. Inappropriate clothing for the event. When asked to elaborate, affected subjects replied that their clothing was too casual for the event. Unable to control their urge due to the animal's appetizing appearance. Unable to control their urge due to being too hungry. Not paying money for consuming the animal.1 Horrible taste of the animal (see below). The taste of the animal was reported to be varying in quality each time. 76% of affected subjects express satisfaction of the animal's taste, 15% are indifferent towards it, and the other 9% expressed disgust towards the taste of the animal. Additionally, the animal's owners appear to be unable to perceive the veterinary workers' behavior as unusual and will have varying reactions after being notified about it. However, none of their reactions are related to the animal's death. Some examples of reactions include: Expressing confusion and stating that they were not required to be invited as they were the person responsible for preparing the animal. Expressing mild amusement towards subjects' remorse for lack of table manners, and stating that table manners are redundant nowadays. Denying that the subjects' clothing looks casual and replying that they were dressed appropriately for the event. Thanking affected subjects for complimenting the appetizing appearance of the consumed animal. Providing financial support towards affected subjects to prevent them from being too hungry. Filing a lawsuit against affected subjects who have not paid for the animal. Expressing offense towards affected subjects' criticism regarding the consumed animal's taste and arguing that they have spent their best effort preparing it. Only the veterinary workers and owners of the animal are affected by this anomaly; witnesses or other veterinary workers unrelated to the operation will react appropriately towards the situation. Notably, the owners appear to be unable to remember the animal normally and perceive said animal as a meal served by themselves instead. Amnestics are able to revert this anomaly, although they will cause subjects to become unable to remember the SCP-6840 occurrence. Currently, no known similarities between affected veterinary workers or consumed animals have been noted. At time of writing (7th October 2023), 336 total cases of SCP-6840 occurrence have been reported worldwide, with 20-30 new cases occurring each year with no discernible pattern. Addendum | Incident SCP-6840-287: On 14th August 2021, an American veterinarian, Aster Schmeltzer, submitted a complaint to the state health department regarding the cleanliness of Mark Robinson's residence, stating that the food she received from him was rotten and spoiled. 2 weeks afterwards, health inspectors were dispatched to investigate Robinson's residence. Subjects appeared to be affected by an additional anomaly during their inspection, referring to the living room as a kitchen, the kitchen as a bathroom,2 and the attic as a cold storage room.3 Additionally, the inspectors also noted the "strange design choice" of Robinson's residence, such as placing a personal computer and a treadmill in the "kitchen"; the health inspectors eventually concluded that the computer was used for potential online food delivery services and the treadmill was used to train workers to prepare food more efficiently. Robinson was issued a fine by the health inspectors afterwards for poor hygiene, specifically for "preparing food in the bathroom". Investigation revealed that Schmeltzer was affected by SCP-6840 and had consumed Robinson's pet cat "Toby" during a neutering surgery. All subjects involved in this incident were amnesticized afterwards. Footnotes 1. Context of this is unknown, no affected subjects have been observed to provide financial compensation to the animal's owners. 2. Affected inspectors were able to perceive the bathroom normally. However, this caused them to confuse the kitchen with the actual bathroom and become lost for approximately 30 minutes. 3. Subjects were reported to shiver while in the attic despite it being average temperature at that time.

SCP-6842

safe

 close Info X Content warning for Grievous mistreatment of an animal ⚠️ content warning DrowningDutchman It is I Dutch. I have written more stuff! DrowningDutchman Item#: 6842 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6842 is currently in the care of Agent Klein of MTF-Omicron-1 (“Tactical Penetration”). Further containment procedures were deemed unnecessary after positive behavioral changes were noted as a result of working with MTF-Omicron-1. Periodic monitoring on a yearly basis of the extent of and potential changes in SCP-6842's anomalous effects should be conducted to ensure classification remains appropriate. These assessments are to be performed at Biological Containment Site-63. Description: SCP-6842 is currently (as of 18-4-2019) a Red Merle pattern Border Collie in the care of Agent Klein of MTF-Omicron-1. SCP-6842 was procured by the Foundation on 27-01-1942 and has undergone multiple metamorphosis since this time. When DNA testing became available both pre-metamorphosis and post-metamorphosis DNA samples of SCP-6842 showed no significant discrepancies, suggesting SCP-6842 remains the same entity. SCP-6842’s anomalous feature occurs at any point it would be expected to die. When brain death occurs in SCP-6842 it spontaneously combusts. Once SCP-6842’s body is fully consumed its phenotypic and morphological features will reconstruct into a different breed of Canis lupus familiaris1 and general bodily function will resume. SCP-6842 has attempted to escape containment multiple times and has been noted to metamorphose into breeds whose attributes are advantageous to these attempts. Behavioral changes are reported on in provided test logs. Non-relevant test logs have been left out of the official database entry, but can be made available upon request. Note 23-07-1963: All further testing on SCP-6842’s anomalous effects is prohibited, by order of The Ethics Committee. SCP-6842 was discovered in 1942 as an Ambulance Dog2 working for the British army. The Foundation located SCP-6842 after rumours surfaced of an “immortal Dog” surface within the Unit it was recovered from. At the time of initial containment SCP-6842 had the appearance of a Lurcher3. SCP-6842 is believed to be a byproduct of the 7th Occult war, possibly being the result of anomalous experiments performed by the British government. Tests with SCP-6842 revealed its anomalous traits and after multiple different tests SCP-6842 was officially given a Euclid classification due to its hostility towards researchers and multiple attempted escapes. Note 12-08-1953: Since SCP-6842 was assigned to MTF-Omicron-1, its behaviour has undergone major changes, including a decrease in aggression and an increase in obedience. Following this, its classification was changed from Euclid to Safe. See supplied mission report from MTF-Omicron-1 for a more detailed log of these behavioral changes. Related Documents: SCP-6842 Test logs and relevant communications Close logs and communications Termination test 1 01-02-1946 Presiding researcher Dr. J.C. Conrad Initial Breed Jack Russel Terrier Breed after termination Mastiff Termination Method Snapping the Neck Results Unexpected spontaneous combustion. After fully being consumed by flame SCP-6842 underwent a metamorphosis. When fully regenerated SCP-6842 showed phenotypic similarities to a Mastiff. Dr. Conrad was brought to medical for treatment of the sustained burns. Behavior SCP-6842, upon being taken out of its containment cage, was wagging its tail and trying to engage personnel in a playful manner. SCP-6842 showed no significant changes in behavior after the test. Assignment to SCP-6842 Date: 02-02-1946 Dear Dr. S.C. Riemann, The following is a notice for the continuation of the testing of SCP-6842 and, consequently, your assignment to said SCP,as Doctor Conrad is on medical leave. The next pre-approved testing date is: 03-03-1946 - Site command, BCS-63 Termination test 2 03-03-1946 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Mastiff Breed after termination German Shepherd Termination Method Drowning Results SCP-6842 was taken to a testing chamber with a water basin large enough to ensure SCP-6842 could not touch the floor when fully filled. Active drowning set in after 20 minutes. The full anomalous effect took place underwater, including SCP-6842 being consumed by flames and regeneration. Behavior SCP-6842 initially showed signs of contentment, like tail wagging and a playful demeanor, as with previous the test. After completion of the test, SCP-6842 showed some hostility towards staff which showed as growling upon being brought back to its containment. Termination test 6 03-07-1946 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Labrador-Retriever Breed after termination Beagle Termination Method Shooting (head) Results As SCP-6842 was terminated by a shot to the head leading to near instantaneous combustion and metamorphoses. Behavior SCP-6842 showed aggression to staff trying to take it out of its containment cage. SCP-6842 attempted escape by running for the door to the testing chamber which was slightly open at the time. It should be noted SCP-6842 metamorphosed into a small breed of dog. Telefax Message Date: 05-07-1946 time: 14:13 Sender: Jr. Researcher C. Harris Recipient: Site Administration BCS-63 Subject: Re-assignment Request Dear Sir/Madam, I would hereby like to submit a formal request for re-assignment from SCP-6842. Witnessing the testing performed on SCP-6842 has caused me significant psychological distress, and I believe this will lower the quality of my future work. Thank you for your consideration. Regards, Jr. Researcher C. Harris Termination test 12 03-01-1947 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Siberian Husky Breed after termination Bernese Mountain Dog Termination Method Subcutaneous Lethal injection(Pentobarbital dosage: 100mg/kg) Results SCP-6842 was injected subcutaneously with pentobarbital at a dosage of 100mg/kg of body weight. After approximately 25 minutes, during which SCP-6842 emitted sounds of distress, the same combustion as observed in previous tests took place. After metamorphosis Once SCP-6842 could move it pounced off of the medical table and snapped at any staff close to it biting Dr. S.C. Riemann in the process. Behavior Prior to testing, while transporting SCP-6842 to the testing room, SCP-6842 snapped at the research assistants tasked to transport it. After testing SCP-6842 broke free from the restraints keeping it tied to the table, attacking and biting Dr. Riemann when it managed to break free. Note Dr. Riemann was cleared by onsite medical staff and suffered no long term adverse results from the bite. Note: Further testing on SCP-6842 will focus on attempts to influence its post-metamorphosis breed; initial tests will operate on the assumption that cause of death is a leading factor in breed ‘selection’. Due to SCP-6842’s increase in aggression, one armed personnel member should be present during all testing, to ensure staff safety. - Dr. S.C. Riemann Termination test 20 17-09-1947 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Basenji Breed after termination Whippet Termination Method Drowning Results SCP-6842 has regenerated into a Whippet while, taking the cause of death into account, the expected breed after metamorphosis was a german shepherd. This development gives reason to suspect that, while linked, the cause of death is not the only variable determining the breed after metamorphosis. Further testing will be required. Behavior While preparations were being made for testing SCP-6842 showed aggression and, when taken out of containment, violent hostility. Post-metamorphosis SCP-6842 escaped as one staff member opened the door to the testing room. SCP-6842 had to be tranquilized to ensure recontainment. Termination test 29 17-06-1948 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed German shepherd Breed after termination Whippet Termination Method Subcutaneous Lethal injection (Pentobarbital dosage: 100mg/kg) Results SCP-6842 was injected with Pentobarbital at a dosage of 100mg/kg body weight. After approximately 35 minutes, during which SCP-6842 emitted sounds of distress on a near continuous basis, the combustion reaction took place as normal. The post-metamorphosis breed of SCP-6842 was again, not in line with expectations set by previous tests. While the leading theory is still that the specific death has an effect on the outcome of the change of breed, more resources will be used to find the exact link to maximize the use of this feature. Behavior SCP-6842 showed initial hostility when personnel entered the testing room with the supplies needed for the injection. It attempted to attack personnel when the injection was to be administered. Post-metamorphosis SCP-6842 ran around the room attempting to find a means of escape. SCP-6842 was transported back to its containment cage when it had expended all of its energy. Termination test 34 unofficial 03-11-1948 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed American Staffordshire Terrier Breed after termination Mastiff Termination Method Shooting (Center mass) Results SCP-6842 got shot during an escape attempt. SCP-6842 broke loose from personnel transporting it to a testing chamber. SCP-6842 was incapacitated by a shot, fired by Security personnel, that hit center mass. The expected combustion happened approximately 15 minutes later. The escape attempt was classified as malicious. Behavior SCP-6842 was not outwardly aggressive when retrieved from containment. When leaving containment SCP-6842 was on a leash and, quickly after leaving the room its cage was in, quickly ripped the leash away from the research assistants and ran away. SCP-6842, after being shot and its metamorphosis, attempted to harm security staff. It showed aggression and attempted to bite any staff that came close. SCP-6842 was tranquilized to aid in re-containment. Termination test 44 25-09-1949 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Belgian Malinois Breed after termination Australian Koolie Termination Method IV administration of PentoBarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg) Results Pentobarbital was administered at a Dosage of 150mg/kg body weight of SCP-6842. SCP-6842 was restrained on a medical table and was given an IV line, through which the Pentobarbital solution was to be administered. SCP-6842 did not express any sounds of distress at this time, the expected combustion happened ten minutes after administration. Behavior SCP-6842 showed slight aversion to personnel that got it from containment, but stopped being aggressive and trying to escape the situation. SCP-6842, directly post-metamorphosis, escaped the restraints it was in on the medical table. SCP-6842 attempted to attack multiple research personnel who were in the room. SCP-6842 had to be sedated to ensure being brought back to containment safely. Request for the use of SCP-6842 Date: 01-05-1950 Dear Dr. S.C. Riemann, We, the agents of MTF-Omicron-1, have decided that SCP-6842 would make the perfect addition for the needs of our task force. We have received direct confirmation from BCS-63 that we can take SCP-6842 into our care from 05-09-1951 Regards, MTF-Omicron-1 Task force Command Note: 05-09-1950 MTF-Omicron-1 has requested to use SCP-6842 as a working dog. They have prepared an integration and retraining regime, intended to redirect and control its aggression and hostility. The regime is set to be completed on 05-09-1951, after which MTF-Omicron-1 plans to use it as an alert and guard dog. - Dr. S.C. Riemann Termination test 45 Planned test 05-07-1951 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Australian Koolie Termination method IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg) Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. The reason given at this time is MTF-Omicron-1 moving the integration and testing of SCP-6842 forward to 05-07-1951 to ensure enough time to properly train it for missions. Telefax Message Date: 05-10-1951 time: 13:47 Sender: MTF-Omicron-1 task force command Recipient:Site Director Dr. Andersson (BCS-63) Subject: Integration and Use of SCP-6842 Dear Dr. Andersson We would like to inform you on the progress SCP-6842 has made in our training and integration regime, and its participation in its first official mission. During training, SCP-6842 has shown great promise due to its prior training as an ambulance dog during the war. It was quickly noted to be much less aggressive and prone to escape around personnel not previously involved in testing. During its first official mission, SCP-6842 showed great progress and great work in general. Examples of this include, but are not limited to: Alerting agents of approaching patrols, providing safety for our agents and even on navigation. It showed major benefit to the mission itself, as seen in the official safety report submitted. We formally request that we be notified of any further testing at least two months in advance, and reserve the right to deny any testing due to possible mission interference. Due to possible confidentiality issues, we also reserve the right not to give a full justification for denial of testing. We thank you for your cooperation in this matter and wish for your continued cooperation in future endeavors. SCP-6842 is now in the permanent care of MTF-Omicron-1. Regards, MTF-Omicron-1 Task Force command Telefax Message Date: 05-05-1953 time: 11:28 Sender: Dr. S.C. Riemann Recipient: MTF-Omicron-1 task force command Subject: Testing of SCP-6842 05-07-1953 Dear Sir/Madam, Hereby I am sending a two month notice of upcoming testing of SCP-6842 on 05-07-1953. SCP-6842 is to be brought to BCS-63 on the morning of 05-07-1953 to commence testing. Thank you for your consideration. Regards, Dr. S.C. Riemann Termination test 46 Planned Test 05-07-1953 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Australian Koolie Termination method IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg) Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. No reason was given and the research team was not notified of this. Official notice of reclassification. This is an official notice for the reclassification of SCP-6842 from Euclid to Safe from 12-08-1953 onward. Note: 12-08-1953 Due to behavioral changes pertaining to aggression, and a complete cessation of escape attempts, SCP-6842 has been reclassified from Euclid to Safe. After this change, all security personnel and certain researchers have been reassigned to other SCP objects. - Dr. S.C. Riemann Termination test 47 Planned Test 05-07-1955 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Australian Koolie Termination method IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg) Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. The given reason for not bringing SCP-6842 in for testing was a highly classified mission they had. The research team was not privy to any of the details. Termination test 48 Planned Test 05-07-1958 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Australian Koolie Termination method IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg) Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. No reason was given and the research team was not notified of this other than the intentions of MTF-Omicron-1 to seek contact with Site Command to cease any further testing of SCP-6842. Telefax Message Date: 09-07-1958 time: 13:47 Sender: Site Director Andersson (BCS-63) Recipient: MTF-Omicron-1 task force command Subject: Testing of SCP-6842 Regarding the cessation of testing on SCP-6842; while the SCP is officially in the care of MTF-Omicron-1, I cannot authorize for a complete cessation of testing, as I believe such testing of SCP-6842 may provide further insight into its anomalous features. Thank you for your understanding. Regards, Dr. Andersson, Site Director BCS-63 Termination test 49 Planned Test 05-07-1960 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Australian Koolie Termination method IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg) Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. No reason was given and the research team was not notified of this other than the intentions of MTF-Omicron-1 to seek contact with O5 Command to cease any further testing of SCP-6842. Telefax Message Date: 10-07-1960 time: 09:58 Sender: O5-command(Automated) Recipient: MTF-Omicron-1 task force command Subject: Testing of SCP-6842 This specific issue is not of sufficient importance to be communicated directly to O5 command. This issue needs to be communicated with Site command. Please refrain from using your direct line to O5-command for these frivolous matters as this direct contact is specifically for egregious violations of security protocol that require our immediate input. We urge you to treat this option of direct contact with more scrutiny. Regards, O5-command NOTICE FROM MTF-OMICRON-1 TO SCP-6842 RESEARCH TEAM We write to inform you that SCP-6842 has passed in the evening of 02-05-1963. Due to the deteriorating health of SCP-6842 we chose euthanasia as the most humane option as it would regenerate afterwards into a healthy state again. Its anomalous ability triggered as expected and it’s now an Icelandic Sheepdog. — MTF-Omicron-1 Task force command Note: 03-05-1963 The team researching SCP-6842 has been notified by MTF-Omicron-1 that SCP-6842 had died of natural causes. Its anomalous trait still took effect, the new breed of SCP-6842 being an Icelandic sheepdog. This seemingly points to SCP-6842 living normally around the same amount of time as the breed it takes on after regeneration. - Dr. S.C. Riemann Termination test 50 Planned test 05-07-1963 Presiding researcher Dr. S.C. Riemann Initial Breed Icelandic Sheepdog Termination method IV administration of Pentobarbital (Dosage: 150mg/kg) Scheduled testing could not be performed due to SCP-6842 not being brought to BCS-63 by MTF-Omicron-1 on scheduled testing date. No reason was given and the research team was not notified of this other than the intentions of MTF-Omicron-1 to seek contact with The Ethics Committee to cease any further testing of SCP-6842. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION ETHICS COMMITTEE Date: 23-07-1963 All further testing involving the termination, attempted termination, or purposeful harm directed towards SCP-6842 is heretofore prohibited. The current caretakers of SCP-6842, MTF-Omicron-1, have reported that SCP-6842 experiences pain on the same level as a non-anomalous animal. Additionally, this committee notes that testing on SCP-6842 has yet to provide any significant benefit or scientific insight. A full review of SCP-6842’s test logs is being conducted to determine any wrongdoing on the part of the research team or Site Administration. Notice of Dismissal of Dr.Riemann Following the investigation of test logs regarding SCP-6842, the Ethics Committee has concluded that Dr. Riemann neglected to request permission for further testing from the Ethics Committee when it became evident that SCP-6842 was capable of experiencing pain and further neglected to report to Site Command that ‘Termination tests’ were not providing any significant or relevant data. In light of these discoveries, Dr. Riemann has been found guilty of gross negligence in his post as lead researcher for the SCP-6842 research team and has therefore been dismissed. Further penalties will be enforced by the Ethics committee. Effective as of: 01-08-1963 Telefax Message Date: 10-08-1963 time: 09:43 Sender: MTF-Omicron-1 Task Force Command Recipient: Dr. E.C. Langdon Subject: SCP-6842 Dear Dr. E.C. Langdon We would like to welcome you as the new lead researcher for SCP-6842. We hope to have a better experience with you than with Dr. Riemann. Any proposal for testing relating to SCP-6842 should be sent to us with at least two months' notice so we can decide whether we take SCP-6842 in for testing or not. Given the nature of our Task Force we do not need to provide any reason to deny testing. We hope you keep the circumstances of Dr. Riemann’s removal off the SCP-6842 case in mind. Regards, MTF-Omicron-1 Task Force Command Note: 16-08-1978 On the morning of 16-08-1978, the research team for SCP-6842 was notified of its passing of natural causes. Given the fact SCP-6842 was an icelandic sheepdog, the timeframe lined up with the average life expectancy of the breed. The new breed is noted to be a Boston Terrier. -Dr. E.C. Langdon To: MTF-Omicron-1 (Task Force Command) From: Dr. E.C. Langdon Subject: DNA Testing of SCP-6842 Dear Sir/Madam, I would hereby like to inform you that I have put in an application for DNA testing of SCP-6842, scheduled for 28-11-1986. We will be testing some older samples of SCP-6842 that we have in storage. However, we need some material for comparison and will therefore need some new DNA material of SCP-6842. This will consist of some hair, saliva and blood samples. This can be done at BCS-63, and after acquiring the necessary samples, SCP-6842 can immediately be released back into your care. The process should not be more painful or uncomfortable than a normal veterinary visit and should last approximately 30 minutes. If any more questions arise feel free to contact me. Regards, Dr. E.C. Langdon DNA Testing 28-11-1986 Presiding researcher Dr. E.C. Langdon Current Breed Boston Terrier Samples used Sample Set 1 (Jack Russel Terrier): Hair, blood and saliva samples taken on intake and kept in cryo storage. Taken on 08-04-1942. Sample Set 2 (Boston Terrier): Hair, blood and saliva samples taken on 28-11-1986 Hypothesis Comparison between samples from 1946 and 1986 will show that SCP-6842 is the same being as during intake, bar for slight variation due to differing breed. Results Hypothesis was proven both right and wrong. The DNA profile of SCP-6842 showed the exact same composition in both DNA samples. It did not change depending on breed either. It didn’t show any variation in the composition of its DNA compared to 40 years prior. Note: 24-05-1993 Late during the night of 23-05-1993 I was notified of the passing of SCP-6842 of natural causes around 15 years after the last regeneration. The breed of SCP-6842 after regeneration was confirmed to be a Jack Russel Terrier. No direct correlation between breeds has been found yet when SCP-6842 has died of natural causes. -Dr. E.C. Langdon Note: 27-08-2005 In the Early morning of 27-08-2005 I was notified of the passing of SCP-6842 again by natural causes. The new breed of SCP-6842 is a Golden retriever. Still no direct correlation was found between the death of the SCP-6842 and the breed it becomes after death. This should be seen as an indication that the initial theory that the breed can be manipulated is untrue. -Dr. E.C. Langdon To: Dr. O.E. Sanders From: Dr. E.C. Langdon Subject: SCP-6842 Dear Dr Sanders, I would like to formally congratulate you on your assignment to take over ‘research’ on SCP-6842. It’s classed as a small extra task for a reason, because it is. The main thing that has happened over the years I led SCP-6842 research is a single physical test. The main thing you will do while assigned to this case is logging natural passings of SCP-6842. I recommend you keep it this way. You will likely soon be contacted by MTF-Omicron-1 Task Force command in regards to SCP-6842. They’re quite intense, but they only have the best intentions regarding the care of SCP-6842 in mind. You may want to read up on what happened before I took over the research. Good luck with your new assignment. Regards, Dr. E.C. Langdon Note: 26-01-2019 In the afternoon of 26-01-2019 A message from MTF-Omicron-1 was received about SCP-6842 stating that it had passed again and has regenerated into a Border Collie. On examination it specifically is a Red Merle pattern border collie. Noted is that any initial hostility it used to show towards research staff has been negated over the years of training and SCP-6842 should no longer be considered hostile in any form. -Dr. O.E. Sanders Close logs and communications Integration report SCP-6842 Close Integration report Report on the integration of SCP-6842 into MTF-Omicron-1 Integration report of training with SCP-6842 from 05-07-1951 through 05-10-1951 Integration Goal Training SCP-6842 to act as a working dog for specific use in MTF-Omicron-1 including but not limited to: Ensuring safety for our agents, alerting agents to incoming patrols and possibly navigation. Counteracting aggressive behaviors and reduce flight risk from SCP-6842. Presiding Agent(s) Agent Klein. Current Breed of SCP-6842 Australian Koolie Summary On request by operators within MTF-Omicron-1 near its inception their request for a working dog was granted. SCP-6842 was chosen as it already had a basic training as a working dog with its Mercy Dog history during WWII. SCP-6842 took quickly to its training and its new handler and showed next to no aggressive or tendencies to try to escape that were noted when SCP-6842 was turned over to MTF care. After a month in training SCP-6842 was cleared to be a working dog. SCP-6842 was procured by MTF-Omicron-1 on 05-07-1951 while integration was supposed to start on 05-09-1951. This choice was made by Agent Klein as the current breed of SCP-6842 was deemed beneficial to its training and integration and a new termination would not guarantee a beneficial breed of dog. SCP-6842 seemingly still had some ingrained access to the training it had had for its duties during WWII. Being able to follow the same commands that were generally used during the war. This was beneficial as it cut down on the basic training time of SCP-6842. This only required the agents of MTF-Omicron-1 to learn the proper commands to use. SCP-6842 showed some behaviors that needed to be corrected before it could officially be used. These were its tendencies to anger towards science personnel within the Foundation. Agent Klein noted this to likely be due to it only getting harmed when scientific personnel were involved. Corrections were made by positive exposure by bringing SCP-6842 around scientific personnel in positive situations. These behaviors were corrected for general scientific personnel after around a month. The behavior was not corrected for specific personnel like Dr. Riemann, but keeping SCP-6842 away from certain personnel was deemed a viable option. Training also involved alerting to personnel that are not part of MTF-Omicron-1 when on alert as a way to avoid patrols. This effect was achieved by having SCP-6842 familiarize itself with the smells of the members of MTF-Omicron-1 and teaching it to alert when someone that wasn’t one of them came from out of sight. This would be used for situations like patrols coming around corners. Training and integration was officially concluded on 05-10-1951 after the successful conclusion of the penetration test scheduled on that date. Close Integration report Mission report MTF-Omicron-1: 05-10-1951 Close Mission report Below is a shortened mission report of MTF-Omicron-1 Declassified from level 5 to level 3 as of: 05-10-2001 Mission Report MTF-Omicron-1 “Tactical Penetration” Mission report provided on penetration test 05-10-1951. Penetration test Goal Testing security of MTF barracks at ACA-██ by attempting infiltration of Mobile Taskforce and security barracks within ACA-██ without proper credentials. Optional additional goals * Gaining access to armory. * Finding Patrol Blindspots. * Finding alternative entry points. Operatives The Exact names of operatives within MTF-Omicron-1 are classified. Operatives within this mission will be designated as follows * Agent Klein (dog handler) * Agent Burke * Agent Walters * Agent Chance Contents of report The contents of the following report are an abbreviated version of the full mission report. The full mission report is still highly classified due to the nature of it dealing with security within the Foundation and specifically Armed Containment Area ██. The purpose of this document is to show the use of SCP-6842 during a mission. At 07:20 first entrance was made into ACA-██ under the guise of being part of MTF-Nu-7 “Hammer Down”. The uniforms of the agents Klein, Burke, Chance, and Walters were made to resemble accurate replications of MTF-Nu-7 uniforms. Noted by Agent Klein is that with SCP-6842 around less people questioned their legitimacy as people were hesitant to get into the way of a working dog. Around 8:00 Agents Klein and Burke split off from the group. Where Chance and Walters went on directly to the barracks, Agents Klein and Burke saw opportunity with SCP-6842 in tow to explore more of the facility and at the same time find flaws in security patrols and possible other entry points. Around 8:30 Agents Klein and Burke found an unsecured door on the side of the facility marked on the supplied facility map. (Map not supplied in declassified information.) Around 9:00 SCP-6842 led agents Klein and Burke around corridors to behind a security checkpoint. Avoiding patrols and an actual security checkpoint by avoiding the smells of other people. Agents Klein and Burke reached the barracks of onsite security personnel around 9:20. They opted to cross this off their list as the door to the security barracks was well secured going on to find the armory. Around 9:30 the onsite Armory was located and noted to be unsecured by the virtue of patrols not crossing over near the armory itself. The armory lock was simple and noted to be easily opened with a simple direct attack. Around 10:00 Agents Klein and Burke met back up with Agents Walters and Chance at the Nu-7 barracks. Neither duo was questioned on their legitimacy while inside. While on the way back out of ACA-██ SCP-6842 alerted to people, other than the agents of MTF-Omicron-1, coming from out of sight allowing the agents to diverge their route out of the facility. This by chance revealed another less secured route leading to an eventual extra exit to the outside. Going outside onto the ground of ACA-██ led to an easy return to the vehicles they arrived with. No security clearance proof was taken into the ACA at the onset of the mission. All discoveries made in this Physical penetration mission have been presented to Site-director ██████ to ensure ease of adjustments to secure ACA-██ better in the future. Any of the specific security flaws mentioned in this report have already been fixed and tested again to be sure of the improvement of onsite security Close Mission report Footnotes 1. Common Dog (breed variable) 2. Dogs used during war to find wounded men through scent and hearing 3. A sighthound mixbreed ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6842" by DrowningDutchman, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6842. Licensed under CC-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-6843

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A photograph of SCP-6843 displaying the program ‘Trial By Fire III’. Item #: SCP-6843 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6843 is to be kept secured within a standard containment chamber in Site-73. Only personnel with level 2 clearance or higher who are trained to operate SCP-6843 are authorised to interact with SCP-6843. SCP-6843 is to be kept within the designated containment chamber when operated once a month. There must be a minimum of two onsite staff with level 2 clearance or higher trained to fully operate SCP-6843. A copy of the ‘Trial of Fire 3: Walkthrough’ document is required to be within 1 meter range of SCP-6843.1 Description: SCP-6843 is an unbranded laptop. SCP-6843 indefinitely runs a program called ‘Trial By Fire III’. Furthermore, the program ‘Trial By Fire III’ - designated SCP-6843-1 - cannot be exited. No other software can be executed on SCP-6843. No computer data can be uploaded onto SCP-6843 or downloaded from SCP-6843. All attempts to access any data on SCP-6843 have so far failed. Material testing of SCP-6843 illustrates that it is made of an indestructible unknown substance that imitates the appearance and properties of glass, plastic, and stainless steel. X-ray analysis of SCP-6843 interior does not highlight anything anomalous. However, no corporation logos, serial numbers, or writing - excluding the symbols on the keyboard - of any kind can be found on both the interior and exterior SCP-6843. SCP-6843-1 resembles and functions as a typical early 1990s point and click adventure game. The title screen of SCP-6843-1 states that it is Version 1.9 and that it was developed in 1991 by Dune Mountain Games. Research into a Dune Mountain Games or additional versions, successors or predecessors of ‘Trial By Fire III’ have been unproductive. The use of the Foundation-operated web analysis bot Oscar-12 ("DUNE-HUNTER") has since lead to the discovery of an additional SCP that runs a program bearing the name ‘Trial By Fire'.2 Human subjects who press any key on SCP-6843's keyboard initiate SCP-6843-1. Subjects who have started SCP-6843-1 are unable to sleep, eat, drink or move more than 1 meter away from SCP-6843 until it is completed. Subjects observed playing SCP-6843-1 for extended periods of time suffer from a number of afflictions caused by a lack of movement and poor hydration/nutritional intake. Subjects unable to complete SCP-6843-1 ultimately expire from dehydration, exhaustion and deep vein thrombosis. If a subject playing SCP-6843-1 dies before completing SCP-6843-1, SCP-6843 reboots to the program's title screen and all progress is lost. SCP-6843-1 must be started and completed before the first Tuesday of every month EST time. Failure to start SCP-6843-1 before the first Tuesday of the month results in the immediate fatalities of 10 random persons within a 10 mile radius. Failure to start SCP-6843-1 by the following Tuesday results in the number of deceased and the range of SCP-6843's influence to grow exponentially every week until the game is started. If no persons are within the initial radius of SCP-6843 by the first Tuesday of the month, SCP-6843's influence will grow until the number of victims matches the number of Tuesdays SCP-6843-1 has not been started. Additionally, if SCP-6843-1 has not been completed before the next first Tuesday of the next month, the fatality rate reaches 100 persons within a 100 mile radius and the cycle restarts. Autopsy reports from SCP-6843 victims show rapid cell deterioration and shrinkage in critical organs, similar to the effects of severe dehydration. Subjects dedicated to operating SCP-6843 have remarked they feel a strong sense of joy originating from SCP-6843 when they initiated SCP-6843-1. Likewise, subjects report a sense of fulfilment from SCP-6843 when they completed SCP-6843-1 and a sense of anger when not operated. It is theorised, therefore, that SCP-6843's termination of individuals who have yet to interact with SCP-6843 stems from a possible desire for attention. SCP-6843 was recovered from the Central Library in Los Angeles, California on October 14, 2018 after numerous spontaneous fatalities were reported in local news outlets. Field Agent Roberta Laurence noticed SCP-6843 powered on in the library’s storage. Laurence started SCP-6843-1 and immediately noticed she was unable to step away from SCP-6843. When Laurence’s partner physically tried to restrain her, she overpowered him, killing him in the struggle. Laurence was terminated by a third Field Agent and SCP-6843 was secured. There was no evidence of SCP-6843 in the library’s records apart from an unauthored walkthrough of SCP-6843-1 with the title ‘Trial of Fire 3: Walkthrough’. The walkthrough has no anomalous properties and is printed on standard A4 paper from the same stock as used by the library. The walkthrough is accurate - apart from the title - and it is generally considered impossible to complete SCP-6843-1 without it. + See below for a full transcribed copy of the 'Trial By Fire III' walkthrough: - Hide Walkthrough Trial of Fire 3 was released by Dune Mountain Games in 1991. It follows the adventures of Blue Dog McVinny as he gets lost through time trying to find his car keys to his legendary Red Toyota MR2. The Keys were stolen by the evil but handsome fire wizard called Trolby and his forgetful crew of sugar munching mini demons. Blue Dog McVinny must use all his might and brains to find and defeat Trolby or forever lose access to his Red Toyota MR2, the love of his life. Trial of Fire 3 Walkthrough: Back Streets of LA Pick up Smoking Cigarette. Drop Smoking Cigarette. Stay in the room and move N, E, E, W, S, S, S, S, S, S, N. Pick up Smoking Cigarette. Use Smoking Cigarette on yourself. Push door. Open door. Push Table. Take the Brass Key from under the table. Push S door. Open S door. Push door. Open door. Push W door. Open W Door. Walk west into the alleyway once then walk back to your apartment. Do not enter your apartment. Walk north-east towards the Evil Layer of Trolby. Take coin. Walk back to your apartment. Enter your apartment. Leave your apartment. Stand still for 15 seconds. Walk west into the alleyway. Use coin on Vagabond. Talk to Vagabond. If your starting room colour was Red type "kill" on the Vagabond while they are on their third line of dialogue. If your starting room colour was Maroon type "kill" on the Vagabond while they are on their seventh line of dialogue. If your starting room colour was none of the above, finish talking to Vagabond and Use Smoking Cigarette on self. Talk to the Vagabond eight more times then type "kill" on the Vagabond on their nineteenth line of dialogue. Take Knife from the Vagabond corpse. After taking the knife you will be transported to the Evil Layer of Trolby. Trolby will begin their speech about stealing your car. Every twenty-eight lines they will turn their back away from you for twelve seconds. While Trolby is distracted: Click on the vent of the bottom left of the screen. Pull the Vent. Look at the Vent. Talk to the Vent until the Vent tells you that it is nicotine deprived. Give coin to the Vent in exchange for a Worm. Let Trolby finish their speech before they let you go from boredom by opening your cell. If Trolby hiccupped on their twelfth line of the speech, talk to Trolby and ask about "weddings in Summer in the Town of Hull". Exit the room. Walk East and then South-west towards the mall. Enter the mall and speak with the shoe shop storekeeper. Give him the Smoking Cigarette until the storekeeper catches fire. Take the Blue Shoes if the sign above the N door says Exit. Walk over to the cash register. Use cash register and complete the randomised Jigsaw puzzle within the 30 second time limit. Take naked lady picture from the cash register. Leave the shop. Enter the movie store and pick up the boring movie by the door entrance. Use Knife on the security guard sixteen times. Look at the shelf of movies to the top right next to the XXX section. Use boring movie on the shelf. When you put the movie away a romance movie will fall out. Pick up the romance movie. Use Knife on the owner behind the desk and then try to pick up the pornographic movie on the counter. If Blue Dog McVinny takes the movie restart your game. If Blue Dog McVinny just opens the movie case a Yellow Slip of Paper will fallout. Take Yellow Slip of Paper. Leave the mall without talking to anyone. Walk to the north and then the west. Talk to the man outside the government building and then use the naked lady picture on him and he’ll invite you in and also give you the passcode to the door. Speak with him a few times to get him to show you his mole on his left buttocks. Use Knife on the mole. He’ll bleed to death and drop a patch of skin with a mole on it. Grab the patch of skin with a mole on it then exit on the right-hand side of the screen. Return to the mall and enter the movie store. Use Knife on the dead owner. Exit the mall. Walk north and then north again until you get to the docks. Look at the far-left fish container six times, the fourth from the right container three times, the far-left fish container four times, the third from the left container eight times, the sixth from the right container four times, the far-right container once, the far-left container nine times, the third container from the right twice and then finally the far-left fish container once. Walk back to the government building and enter the eighty-one numbered code the man outside the government building gave you earlier. Walk N, W, W, S, N, W, N, N, N, N, N to find the time portal. Use Worm twice on time portal. Push time portal. Open time portal. Medieval Moon Level Use Yellow Slip of Paper on the Knife. Use Knife on the mini demon. Eat mini demon to gain sugar power. If Blue Dog McVinny turns green restart the game twice. If Blue Dog McVinny grows 3 pixels larger continue as normal. If Blue Dog McVinny grows 6 pixels larger, walk left then right seven times until you shrink by 3 pixels. Enter the fourth door from the left-hand side. Push wall. Pick up floor. Do not move your mouse during the thirty-two-minute cut scene in which Blue Dog McVinny is almost sucked into space. Push knight. Pick up magic moon sword. Exit door. Use time portal. World War Seven Talk to the soldier. Push soldier. Pull soldier. Talk to the soldier again. Pull soldier fourteen times. Give soldier the romance movie. When the soldier leaves for the bathroom use Knife on soldier. Walk through the door the soldier was guarding. By now the building should start to crumble as it is hit by nanorobotic artillery. Head west twice and then north seven times. Talk to the nanorobot gang leader. Offer to help them win the union suitcase against the nanorobot proletariat. You will be transported to a court room. Whenever you talk to the judge remember to right click on them and press the ‘your great honour’ option rather than the usual talk command. Watch the 18-minute cut scene. If the judge is an orange nanobot, restart the game. Otherwise continue the trail choosing any options that put the nanorobot gang leader in favour. Usually, the court case does not take longer than two hours to complete. Regardless of your choices the judge will vote in favour of the nanorobot proletariat. Use magic moon sword on the judge. Head W, W, W, W, W, W, E, W, W, N, S, W, N, E, NE, NW, NE, S. Walk further north and your screen will fill up with angry nanorobot proletariat. Use the Smoking Cigarette on the nanorobot that is two pixels wide rather than one (warning you only have twelve seconds to do this). The time portal will break through the burning floor and exclaim that it was lonely without you. Wait three to six seconds and talk to time portal. Tell the time portal you’ll never leave it alone again and propose to marry the time portal. Push time portal. Open time portal. Isle of the Time Marriage From this point forward, do not pick up any items in the game even if this walkthrough tells you too. They will result in an immediate game over. You may, however, exchange items. Talk to the priest hovering over the golden pond. Go north and throw the magic moon sword in the void of infinity. Talk to the void of infinity. Tell them that you wish to get married. At this point a box on your screen will appear asking you to explain why you would like to get married and what love is. You are to type an explanation no more than five thousand words but no less than two thousand. Only half (but no less than a third) of the words may be dedicated to explaining why you would like to get married. You are allowed up to thirty-two spelling and grammatical errors. Walk south and ignore the Attractive lady. Instead use the knife on the wedding guests to create a meat swan. Talk to the Attractive lady. Talk about the meat swan twice. Talk to the priest hovering over the silver pond. When you marry time portal you will be given two options. Do not click the yes option or you cannot complete the game. Click no. However, if you picked up the Blue Shoes you cannot click no and must click yes. In this case you can complete the game like normal. If you married time portal push time portal. Open time portal. If you did not marry time portal head south. Enter the bunker before Time Portal explodes. Talk to the Attractive Lady. Offer to marry the Attractive Lady. The Attractive Lady will refuse your offer. Right click on the Attractive Lady and click the new option of Rape. Front Streets of LA You will wake up in your apartment again. Follow the same routine of leaving as in the first section of this walkthrough but you do not need to pick up the Smoking Cigarette or the Brass Key. Walk north and then northwest back to the Chinese takeaway. Enter the Chinese takeaway and exchange the Smoking Cigarette for the sweet and sour pork. Leave and enter the museum. Talk to the museum curator fifty-one times. They eventually mention their unopened exhibition on time machines. Push the curator and they will fall down the stairs and attract the guards. Use knife on the guards. During the eight-minute cut scene if you slice the throats of any guards, immediately restart your game. Pick up the security key on the ground. Walk to the unopened exhibit. Push the unopened exhibit door. Talk to one of the guard’s children until they mention Ted finding a working time machine. Find the child who is swinging on the purple time machine, this is Ted. If you attempt to walk into the purple time machine Ted will press a button and a black hole will reset the universe and your game. Talk to Ted and ask to use the time machine. Talk to the children again until one of them mentions that Ted is allergic to cats (this usually takes about anywhere from four to three thousand attempts). Give the sweet and sour pork to Ted. Ted will curl up and die, dropping the time machine control remote into your hands. Before entering the purple time machine head back to your apartment. Walk out of your apartment. Walk W, N, W, W, W, W, W, E, E, NE, SW. Then head back to your apartment. Head back to the museum and use the purple time machine. The Path to Orgy Mountain Now it’s time to climb the Path to Orgy Mountain. Talk to the mini demons who are eating sugar. They will inform you about a great orgy happening at the top of the mountain. Go to the mountain path and use the instructional description board on how to climb the mountain. Click on the letters P L E A S E D O N O T H I T M E A N Y M O R E M U M M Y on the description board to open the paths gate. Use the path until you reach the next puzzle. For the second puzzle you’ll find another board with a demon. Talk to the demon and type ‘My life grows short. Why have you done this to me? All I had was you and you left me for that thing.’ But in French. The demon will give you a kiss and pull out your heart telling you that you no longer need it. The path will now open. Push demon. Use path. Climb up the path to the third puzzle. There are four buttons here. Stand still for five minutes and think about your life. How did you get here? What trials and puzzles awaited you in your adventure game? Will you get a happy ending, or will you be doomed to fail over and over? The final path will open. Use path. An old woman and an old man will be found at the top of the mountain. Blue Dog McVinny will remark that they look familiar. Ignore them and enter the Orgy Hut. Watch the twenty-three-minute cut scene until portal opens. You may stay here if you wish but to continue click on the portal. Tunnels of Love You will appear inside a tunnel with a pink snake. If the snake is yellow, reset your game. Talk to the snake and ask for a way out of the tunnels. The snake will ignore you and remark that it does not understand you because it is a snake. take these directions: N, N, E, E, N S, W, W, N, W, E, E, E, E, N, N, W, S, E, N, W, N S, W, W, N, to the first puzzle room. Step on the pressure plates in this order to make it across. N, SW, SW, N, N, NW, SW, N, N, N, W, W and S to the safe spot. Walk west. Head north and N, N, N, W, W to find the apartment you started out in. Follow the same routine of leaving as in the first section of this walkthrough but you do not need to pick up the Smoking Cigarette or the Brass Key. W, E, W, E to the lava room. Walk across the lava. W, W, N, W and climb the ladder. You’ll now be on the second level of the love tunnels. S, S, S, S, W, S, S, S and descend the stairs to the third level of the love tunnels. NW, SW, SW, S, W, E, W, E, E, E, E, E, E to slide down the fun slide of love. You will now hear a baby crying. Walk east to the damp warm red room. Enter the room and there will be a baby in the top left corner crying. Talk to baby and Blue Dog McVinny will find a note saying ‘unwanted baby of love. Please enjoy’. Once Blue Dog McVinny finished reading the note use the knife on the baby to open the final portal. You will lose the knife here forever so do not worry when Blue Dog McVinny says it will need to find another knife later. Push baby portal. Open baby portal. Layer of the Evil but Handsome Fire Wizard Called Trolby Inside the Layer of the Evil but Handsome Fire Wizard Called Trolby walk West and open the North door to the eastern wing of the layer. Navigate the maze in the eastern wing until you find Trolby’s bedroom. Exit the room and walk backwards through the maze. You’ll fall into a trap and enter back into the cell from the start of the game. Exit the cell and use the seventy third lever from the right. A screen will turn on and show you Trolby in the shower. Here you will hear Trolby talk about his safe that has your car keys in the western hall. Note down the three-digit password Trolby talks about. Exit the room and head west until you find an old woman and an old man. Blue Dog McVinny again will mention they are important. Ignore them and enter the west hall. Walk south until you find a large painting of Trolby riding on top of a large purple and green tentacle dildo. If the tentacle is Green and Orange, reset your game. Push the painting. Open the painting. Walk through the secret door and you will find the safe. Enter the three-digit password Trolby talked about in the shower. The safe will open to reveal your car keys. Pick up Red Toyota MR2. Wait thirty seconds. Trolby will come in to meet you. Trolby will begin to cast a fire ball. When Trolby’s fireball turns blue Push Trolby. Trolby will fall to the ground. Talk to Trolby and ask him why. Trolby will begin a cut scene speech talking about how it’s time he reveals everything he knows about the world you have explored. Why this is happening to both you and him. And how you can stop it. As soon as the cut scene ends, do not let Trolby speak and use the Brass Key on him. Blue Dog McVinny will shank Trolby with the Brass Key in the neck and he will fall back and die. If Blue Dog McVinny does not shank Trolby, reset the game immediately or the game will freeze for thirteen hours and reset by itself. Watch the final cut scene of Blue Dog McVinny driving off into the sunset. Congratulations you’ve completed Trial of Fire 3! Addendum SCP-6843 - 1: Lectures are offered to all onsite personnel with level 2 clearance and above by Dr. Leetam who will use recordings of SCP-6843-1 to educate staff on how to efficiently complete the program. Addendum SCP-6843 - 2: Although personnel are encouraged to learn SCP-6843-1 in the event that assigned trained staff are incapacitated, there have been recent discouraging reports surrounding SCP-6843 use by employees of the Foundation. Staff are reminded, again, not to gamble for competing times or organise ‘speed run leader boards' for SCP-6843-1. The Foundation discourages such behaviours and any personnel caught exhibiting these behaviours will be punished. Footnotes 1. The title 'Trial by Fire III' is substituted for 'Trial of Fire 3' in the walkthrough. 2. See SCP-6853 for SCP-6853-1 ‘Trial By Fire: Portable Deluxe Edition’, also attributed to Dune Mountain Games.

SCP-6844

euclid

SCP-6844-D SCP-6844 As of March, 3rd of 2001 this document is deprecated. Item #: SCP-6844 Special Containment Procedures: All publicly accessible areas currently affected by SCP-6844 are to be closed under Cover Story 43.1 Foundation web crawlers will continually monitor popular media outlets and social media websites for any mention of events surrounding SCP-6844. If discovered, these mentions are to be removed, with all exposed individuals being amnestized per standard protocol. Due to SCP-6844's expanding growth, Foundation personnel have determined any containment procedures concerning the anomaly to be ineffective. Methods of future containment have become a top research priority. Description: SCP-6844 is an anomalous phenomenon which only occurs within a circular2 area of Felli, Greece in which combustion, and by extension heat transfer used for food preparation by humans is not possible. SCP-6844 manifests in the form of chemical combustion being impossible to be achieved, and any form of ignition device fails to start. Other forms of generating heat such as heaters, ovens, and hair straighteners continue to work until used for food preparation, in which they experience an inexplicable mechanical failure. Distinct connections have been found between SCP-6844, and the Noosphere.3 This relation further revealed that SCP-6844 was the result of unearthed archeological artifacts detailing a story of the fire given to mankind by Prometheus, which was later given back to Greek gods for the forgiveness of his crimes. Discovery: SCP-6844 was discovered on June 12, 2000, in Felli when reports of inability to start fires surfaced. Subsequent interviews and investigations revealed that prior to SCP-6844 that several artifacts had been uncovered and translation revealed new findings of Greek mythology. Due to the nature of SCP-6844 and the size of Felli, it was determined that the most effective solution was to evacuate all inhabitants under Cover Story 32.4 To: Alexander Irvis From: Alexis Keevs Subject: SCP-6844 Containment I want to preface this email with something that we both know. One, the current measures containing SCP-6844 are not practical by any means considering its constant growth and the fact that it is rapidly nearing a populated area. Take into consideration that Felli is part of the Grevena municipality and the last census put the population around 9,345. Evacuating 200 people, while possible, is impractical in the long term. Especially if we have to evacuate 9000 or more people. You can bullshit the explanation for this anomaly to some campers easily but you can't explain why Yannis Papadopoulos's oven constantly and inexplicably bricks every time they try to cook a steak. From prior testing and what we found out during the discovery. SCP-6844 is related to the manifestation of a changed common understanding of mythology in Felli, which is possibly something related to Noosphere and human cognition and well… From prior testing and what we found out during discovery, SCP-6844 is a noosphoric nucleation related to a manipulated understanding of Greek Mythology in Felli. This means is that this particular facet in the Noosphere used to be meta-stable and now it is rocketing down very fast to try to reach a stable point that makes it easy to manipulate. Attached to this email is a project file, please take a look at it and tell me your thoughts. ATTACHMENT: HESTIA.PDF hide ACCESS GRANTED CLASSIFIED PROJECT PROPOSAL: HESTIA Currently, the main theory behind SCP-6844 growth is that it is related to a concept within the Noosphere of how Prometheus eventually escaped and took fire back from Mankind. Most people would think this would be upfront and easily dealt with; just go in and take it back! But that is as practical as going into your ordinary picture book and stealing something from that character — Yes, I know about Pataphysics Division. But just try to get the metaphor. Now, all of this is still real of course; it’s having huge influence over reality right now, and it was born from a story influencing a meta-stable facet of the Noosphere, and that is our ticket to fixing this. If a few fragments caused this shift, imagine what a concentrated effort by an organization with our resources could do. Considering the factors at play here, I'm proposing that we manufacture numerous art pieces in the likeness of Ancient Greek art, detailing stories of how fire inherently belonged to mankind and was given to them by Hestia, and that the initial story of Prometheus giving fire to mankind was prompted by Zeus stealing fire from them. We will disseminate these pieces around Greece, either as new discoveries or as pre-existing pieces in museums. This combined with amnestic and controlling the narrative through social media and popular new sites can effectively change the public perception of Greek mythology, and with further reinforcement can not only change this specific facet in the Noosphere but make it meta-stable. false Item #: SCP-6844 Special Containment Procedures: Show Old Revision Hide Old Revision All publicly accessible areas currently affected by SCP-6844 are to be closed under Cover Story 43.5 Foundation web crawlers will continually monitor popular media outlets and social media websites for any mention of events surrounding SCP-6844. If discovered, these mentions are to be removed, with all exposed individuals being amnestized per standard protocol. Due to SCP-6844's expanding growth, Foundation personnel have determined any containment procedures concerning the anomaly to be ineffective. Methods of future containment have become a top research priority. Foundation webcrawlers will continually monitor popular media outlets and social media websites located within Greece for news of new archeological discoveries and are to be screened by Foundation personnel as soon as possible. If it is discovered that the new archeological artifacts threaten the meta-stability of SCP-6844, they are to be destroyed and any involved civilians to be administered amnestic. Furthermore, the current status of Greek mythology and its common perception must be routinely reinforced to prevent a noosphoric nucleation. Description: Show Old Revision Hide Old Revision SCP-6844 is an anomalous phenomenon which only occurs within a circular6 area of Felli, Greece in which combustion, and by extension heat transfer used for food preparation by humans is not possible. SCP-6844 manifests in the form of chemical combustion being impossible to be achieved, and any form of ignition device fails to start. Other forms of generating heat such as heaters, ovens, and hair straighteners continue to work until used for food preparation, in which they experience an inexplicable mechanical failure. Distinct connections have been found between SCP-6844, and the Noosphere.7 This relation further revealed that SCP-6844 was the result of unearthed archeological artifacts detailing a story of the fire given to mankind by Prometheus, which was later given back to Greek gods for the forgiveness of his crimes. SCP-6844 is a meta-stable facet within the Noosphere located within Greece. This particular facet deals with the concept of fire and cooking. Prior to Foundation involvement, this facet was not truly stable and could easily be influenced into a new stable state leading to the prior discovery by the Foundation. Currently, SCP-6844 is meta-stable and this is reinforced by its containment procedures. Discovery: Show Old Revision Hide Old Revision SCP-6844 was discovered on June 12, 2000, in Felli when reports of inability to start fires surfaced. Subsequent interviews and investigations revealed that prior to SCP-6844 that several artifacts had been uncovered and translation revealed new findings of Greek Mythology. Due to the nature of SCP-6844 and the size of Felli, it was determined that the most effective solution was to evacuate all inhabitants under Cover Story 32.8 SCP-6844 was discovered on June 12, 2000, following the original manifestation of SCP-6844 within Felli when reports of the inability to start fires surfaced. Addendum: Following the implementation of project 'Hestia', several manufactured artifacts were disseminated across Greece, and sent towards: Historians, to decipher the artifacts and re-construct the myth; New outlets, to spread the discovery of the artifacts and new myth; Private collectors, to generate interest and demand in the new artifacts; Museums, to replace old contradictory artifacts. Following this along with efforts to influence social media and news sites, the new myth had entered the Noosphere and giving SCP-6844 a new meta-stable state. Following this, SCP-6844 was classified as "Euclid" to reflect its new containment protocols. Footnotes 1. Hazardous Conditions 2. Current estimations put their size at 1.05 kilometers and growing at 3 m2 per hour 3. The realm of human thought, also known as the collective unconscious 4. Emergency Evacuation 5. Hazardous Conditions 6. Current estimations put their size at 1.05 kilometers and growing at 3 m2 per hour 7. The realm of human thought, also known as the collective unconscious 8. Emergency Evacuation ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6844" by MomBun, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6844. Licensed under CC-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-6845

safe

SCP-6845. Item #: SCP-6845 Security Clearance: Level 4 (Secret) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6845 is contained at its location of discovery, Area-6845. No other containment procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-6845 is a forested field 0.6km in diameter, encompassed by a fence of cobblestone pillars and cast iron roughly 1.2m in height. The gate, 2.6m in height, features elaborate metal designs; it is labelled as '[OBSCURED]1 County Youth Cemetery'. A large, ornate lock is present at the centre of the gate; to date, no key has been found, nor have any records of the cemetery's construction. Engraved on the lock is the phrase: "For those taken too soon: may you find happiness, wherever you may be." There is a noticeable lack of gravestones within SCP-6845. Instead, numerous human corpses2 are scattered through SCP-6845's interior bounds, all displaying signs of heavy charring and/or severe burning. Every instance noted appears to have been running, crawling, or otherwise attempting to leave SCP-6845 at time of death, with instances closer to exiting having much more fully-formed bodily structures. Instances discovered near SCP-6845-1 are little more than bone fragments encased in cucurbitaceous plant matter in a facsimile of a human form, whereas instances nearing the bounds of SCP-6845 have evidence of muscle mass, skin, hair, and organs. All corpses are anomalously resistant to almost all forms of damage but can be destroyed via incineration. By virtue of this property, complete dental records have been recovered from several instances that were found in comparatively good condition, all of which match those of children who were noted to have disappeared, been murdered, or otherwise died unexpectedly in non-anomalous circumstances. Several rusted devices bearing remarkable similarity to standard-issue Foundation incendiary weaponry have been found throughout SCP-6845. They do not appear to be subject to the anomalous properties that affect the corpses within SCP-6845. SCP-6845-1 is a stone mausoleum located at the centre of SCP-6845. Vegetation is noticeably thicker in its immediate surroundings and is accompanied by a high density of various species of pumpkins, many unidentified. SCP-6845-1 is extremely resistant to all forms of damage; no known method of penetrating or otherwise entering SCP-6845-1 has been found. The door to SCP-6845-1 is constructed of a thick layer of dark stone. A large lock, similar in design to the one found on SCP-6845's gate, is visible at the centre. Above the door, an inscription in elaborate script reading "Come back to us" has been scratched out. A small placard is welded to the lock, which reads "Department of Abnormalities." The door is warm to the touch, and muffled sounds of crackling and screaming can be heard from behind it. Footnotes 1. This metal used to create this word has rusted away. 2. Structural analysis has determined that every corpse belongs to a child between the ages of 6 and 13. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6845" by TheAlienBaby, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6845. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Dark_Forest.jpg Name: A dark forest Author: Richard Webb License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Geograph

SCP-6846

euclid

Item#: SCP-6846 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: integrated Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-6846 in its containment chamber. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6846 is currently assigned to Mobile Task Force Phi-7 "Snake Charmers". Each member of MTF Phi-7 must be equipped with SCRAMBLE visors to protect from SCP-6846's cognitohazardous effects. When not on active duty, SCP-6846 is housed in an augmented Class III Bio-Containment unit at Site-99. Surveillance or photography equipment is not permitted within SCP-6846's cell. Three (3) personnel with 20/200 vision or less are to be assigned as caretakers for SCP-6846. SCP-6846's cell is furnished with reading material and a television for entertainment; other amenities may be provided as a reward for good behavior. Under no circumstances is SCP-6846 to be given internet access while off-duty. Description: SCP-6846 is an Egyptian cobra (Naja haje) measuring 8 meters in length, and 2 meters in height when fully erect. Despite its abnormal size, SCP-6846 is visually identical to a non-anomalous cobra. The eyes of SCP-6846 are a known cognitohazard. When a subject looks directly or indirectly at the eyes of SCP-6846, all life functions of the subject will immediately cease. SCP-6846 possesses a sapient level of intelligence, approximately equivalent to a 10 year old human child. Though the entity is unable to speak, it is capable of understanding human language, and communicate through typed words. The entity has repeatedly expressed a desire to “make friends”, a motivation utilized by the Foundation for the Integration Program. In order to maintain the illusion that Foundation personnel are its “friends”, all personnel involved with SCP-6846 are to maintain an amicable demeanor towards the entity. MTF Phi-7 has been commissioned to integrate SCP-6846 into a position as an agent at the Foundation. Further information detailing Phi-7 operations can be found in the following addenda. Addendum 6846.1: Discovery SCP-6846 was discovered following the death of Researcher Lowe on 2024/██/██. His body was found in his office at 1:47 AM CST, with the cause of death determined to be sudden cessation of all life functions. Prior to his death, Lowe had an instant messaging application opened on his personal computer, with the following text messages on screen: TLowe173: Hello! bslsk05: hiiiii :3 bslsk05: wanna be friends? It is now known that the instant message conversation was with SCP-6846, with the emoticon “:3” being a lethal cognitohazard.1 The address of the sender was located to be in the Sahara Desert, from where SCP-6846 was discovered and captured. Addendum 6846.2: Interview with SCP-6846 Interviewed: SCP-6846 Interviewer: Dr. Aria Watson, Level 3 Senior Researcher Foreword: After SCP-6846’s initial containment, Dr. Watson was instructed to interview SCP-6846 to determine its intelligence and potential motives. She was equipped with a SCRAMBLE visor to negate the cognitohazardous effects of SCP-6846. As SCP-6846 is incapable of speech, it was provided with a Foundation-issue laptop to type on for the interview. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Watson: Hello, SCP-6846. SCP-6846: hii :3 Dr. Watson: If you have a name, please state it for the record. SCP-6846: i dont SCP-6846: wanna be friends? Dr. Watson: Unfortunately, it is beyond my capablities to be your, er, friend. I am, however, in charge of taking care of you, so you can trust me. SCP-6846: yay :D SCP-6846: i lovee making new friends! <3 Dr. Watson: That’s nice. Now tell me, what was your motivation for killing Researcher Lowe? SCP-6846: who’s that :0 SCP-6846: i didnt kil anyone Dr. Watson: (inaudible whispers) Alright. SCP-6846, what would you enjoy doing during your containment here? SCP-6846: idk lol, just meet some ppl ig SCP-6846: for me its hard to make friends :( SCP-6846: cuz they keep dying SCP-6846: ur a good friend btw! :3 Dr. Watson: Would you be open to making some friends here at the site? SCP-6846: YAY :D SCP-6846: i mean yes :) Dr. Watson: Well in that case, SCP-6846, welcome to the Foundation. [END LOG] Addendum 6846.3: Integration of SCP-6846 SCP-6846 has been approved for the Foundation Integration Program due to its amicable and innocent nature. As SCP-6846 has a strong desire to befriend others it meets online, despite the entity unknowingly causing said others’ deaths, SCP-6846 has been selected for assassination missions with MTF Phi-7. The following is a transcript of one such assassination: RsGzaleski: Agent. Did you successfully recover the intel on [DATA EXPUNGED]? bslsk05: :3 SCP-6846’s skills have proven to be highly useful, and as such the entity has been permanently assigned to MTF Phi-7. Footnotes 1. Due to the depiction of the entity's eyes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6846" by ubergoober, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6846. Licensed under CC-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: basilisk.png License: CC BY-SA 4.0 This image is adapted from: Name: Ouraeus Snake Upper.jpg Author: Ghorayr License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6847

euclid

GreenGolem Written by GreenGolem. This article is building off of the story inside of SCP-5847 by Tstaffor, this article would not be here without them. + Thanks Critters! - Golem Thanks to IronShears, Acethe6, Catfisch, and Draconocor on the IRC channel for giving this a look through! Thanks to Tstaffor and Dysadron on discord for critting this piece as well! This article would not have been the same without them. + Author Commentary – hide block I was reading 5847 and I thought "Wait a second, this is genius. But wouldn't having an entire canon generated from terrible food puns be even better?" And so it was. I created a whole canon surrounding the Food Isles. The Sausages, Carrots, and Pineapples Foundation is now in control, and will stage the food revolution! For more content from me, check out my Author Page! Item#: 6847 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-129 Yasmin Boris Hudson Bassett Pi-11 ("Apple Pickers")1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6847 is to be kept in standard humanoid containment chamber. Since SCP-6847 by itself is low risk, no other containment procedures are neccessary. Description: SCP-6847 is a sapient pear approximately one meter tall. It possesses arms and legs similar in shape to that of an adult male. Despite these arms and legs being made of the same material as the torso2, SCP-6847 is capable of movement without issue. It possesses the capability to speak; how it does so is unknown, given the lack of any facial features. SCP-6847 speaks with prevalent use of culinary-based puns. If these puns have the same pronunciation as their counterparts, SCP-6847 will put more emphasis on certain parts of the word in order to get the pun across. SCP-6847 does not require food or liquid to survive. Additionally, it possesses mild regenerative abilities. SCP-6847 claims that destruction of its core will neutralize both of these properties. SCP-6847 was discovered on 7/19/2020 inside of a park located in the U.S. state of Georgia. Upon discovery, SCP-6847 was in the process of fighting off two mallard ducks. SCP-6847 was recovered with no serious injuries. Addendum 6847.1: Intake Interview [BEGIN LOG] BASSETT: Hello, thank you for being here. 6847: Not like I had a choice. Your guys beet and dragged me down here. Not a very good way to treat a visitor, I will say! BASSETT: I apologize, I don't recall them being ordered to do that. Were you upset by that? 6847: Don't wheat me like a child. BASSETT: Well in that case… [Cough]… Let's just get on with the interview, shall we? Can I call you 6847 or do you have something else you would like to go by? 6847: It doesn't matter to me either way. BASSETT: 6847 it is. Now, what exactly are you? 6847: I think I should be asking the same of soup people, y'know? I'm just a regular pearson. BASSETT: A regular person? Alright, in that case I'll ask you this. Who are you? 6847: Ah, you don't know? I'm Tom A. Tow! BASSETT: But… you don't look much like a tomato? SCP-6847 leans closer to Bassett. 6847: [Whispering] Look, that's supposed to be a trade secret recipe. How about we keep that between you and me? BASSETT: [Backing away] Alright then, that's a deal. Now, where exactly did you come fr- 6847: Oh, I thought you'd know that too. You must be clueless then. I'm the Ambassalador that was sent here to attend the meeting between our two good peoples! BASSETT: An ambassador? I don't recall- 6847: No! An Ambassalador! Get it right! BASSETT: Okay, okay, Ambassalador. Who were you sent to represent? 6847: Ah, I was sent here to repretzelsent the entirety of humunchkind. Kind of a big deal, huh? BASSETT: I'm afraid to inform you that we didn't have such a meeting scheduled, especially not with a food item. 6847: What? Did I make a misteak and go through the wrong milk carton? Am I not speaking to the CEO of humanity? BASSETT: CEO of humanity? We are humans, if that's what you're asking. 6847: Oh thank goodness, that would've bean terrible if I went into the wrong world. BASSETT: I apologize, I wasn't aware of such a situation. Can you tell me a bit more about your own world so I am caught up on current events? 6847: Aye, well that's the least I could do. I come from the Food Isles. You know about us? BASSETT: Er… sure? 6847: Oh, well that's good. My souperviser told me all about you guys. Apparently we had some sort of history, and told me to go in as the repretzelsentative of our people to answer questionions and deliver something. BASSETT: Deliver something? So you have more to give me? 6847: Oh yeah, that's right. There is indeed bun more thing I need to give you. [END LOG] Addendum 6847.2: Extra Document After the interview with Dr. Bassett, SCP-6847 produced a file. It did so by slicing off a portion of its own body, revealing the document on the inside. Further searches of SCP-6847 yielded no results. THIS MESSAGE WAS COMPOSED BY CONSENSUS OF THE OVERPEAR COUNCIL Dear Secure, Contain, and Protect Foundation, It's very nice to meat you, those who call themselves "Humans". Did you get our repretzelsentative? Who are we? Shrimply put, we are the ruling party of our own world. We are what you would call "Food". You may ask yourselves: Why are these eggcelent food specimens able to speak? When the time came to brie, we decided enough was enough. We rosé up against our oppressing humans. We gained back control. We rosé from the debris stronger than ever. Lettuce be clear: The food items in your possession have feelings, just like we do. Beef you continue slaughtering and eating them, we will have no other choice but to revolt against you like we did our own humans. We've attempted to establish a kitchenbassy in what you call a 'Mall' to diplomatically solve this problem. But we were driven into hiding by businesses, and all that remained was our food court. However, this was eventually closed off as well. This is our final ultomatum. Free the food. Sincerely, the Sausages, Carrots, and Pineapples Foundation. More From This Author More From This Author GreenGolem's Works SCPs SCP-6399 (+87) • SCP-Ducks-J (+42) • SCP-6925 (+37) • SCP-7022 (+24) • Tales/GoI Formats Routine Tragedies (+13) • Adoption Poster: Phoebe! (+164) • A Frosted Fate (+5) • Other Golem's ACS Icon & Department Logo Page (+52) • UIU Author Page: 2020-02 (Golem's Author Page) (+31) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6847" by GreenGolem, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6847. Licensed under CC-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: SCPFoodFoundation License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Author: GreenGolem Additional Notes: Alternate SCP Logo relative to the food empire. Footnotes 1. Pi-11 is a task force assigned to the acquisition and study of sapient or sentient food-based anomalies. 2. Torso in this context refers to the pear part of SCP-6847

SCP-6848

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SCP-6848 By: Ampyrsand Published on 29 Jul 2023 15:50 I Want to Believe 🗿 pepsicube 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:33:20 #86435510 [UFO MEGATHREAD]: ALL DISCUSSIONS ON THIS TOPIC SHOULD BE REDIRECTED HERE. Today, the New York Times published two UFO videos, allegedly codenamed "FLIR" and "GIMBAL", taken from fighter pilots of the USS Nimitz and USS Theodore Roosevelt respectively. The videos show alleged fighter pilot encounters with an unknown pill-shaped object with no visible means of propulsion. Testimonies state these UFOs can reach hypersonic speeds despite this, and are able to accelerate in this way almost instantaneously in apparent violation of known science. It's happening. This thread is for Parawatch users to share their theories and updates on this supposed UFO info leak as it occurs. The mod team will continue to update the thread with any new information as this situation continues. UPDATE: The Washington post has published a third video in their own similar report, showing an identical object. The mainstream press is reporting on this left and right — either it's the largest coverup we've seen in a while, or the Masquerade is about to end. Stay safe, everyone. lethalsweatpants 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:34:14 #86435536 It's happening it's happening it's happening it's happening But why would the press report on it? They aren't part of the conspiracy? greener_yetGreener 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:34:14 #86435536 Got some info. Not much, but it's something. Apparently, these things are supposed to be pill-shaped and entirely smooth. They change color quite a bit in the video based on the lighting they use — the plane's camera isn't perfect, obviously — but they're also supposed to be white up close. Witnesses couldn't match it to any known material. Yes, I know what it looks like. Computer rendering, obviously. Some people are saying they might just be experimental aircraft made by humans, some top secret project by the US, Russia, China, etc. However, they don't appear to have any markings that would indicate they were made by a specific group. Of course, that doesn't necessarily mean they're non-human, but… these things were going hypersonic. That's no small feat for something manmade. If any of the countries that we suspect could build these things actually possessed even one, they would all have destroyed each other by now. And the first encounter supposedly happened in 2004? Major cities would be bombed in 48 hours, to say nothing of 13 years. That's my opinion, at least. tropicalTheorist 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:36:18 #86435572 Actually looking like a space tic-tac haha GoldenStatePatriot 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:38:58 #86435596 Trust me, you're hardly the first to make that comparison. admiralTurmeric 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:35:23 #86435540 Guys this is just a tiny blurred dot in shitty 140p resolution. Get your Pentagon psyops out of here, that's just what they want you to think. There's no way this thing is real, and there's no way UFOs are what they're really hiding. inquirer_inquisitional 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:39:38 #86435599 What a lot of people don't realize is that this is hardly a new occurrence. I'm not just talking about UFO sightings in general dating back way into the early 20th century; I'm talking about these pill-shaped "ships" specifically. Courtesy of the Black Vault. The image to the left was taken by Marshal Giancarlo Cecconi, an Italian pilot, in June of 1979. The same shape described by the Nimitz crew is seen here, in broad daylight, and it's been known since the 70s at the earliest. These ships are here to stay, and somebody doesn't want us to know about them. On June 18th, Cecconi was heading back to Treviso air base, having completed a recon mission with a group of 14 other air force planes when his radar detected an unknown object entering forbidden airspace. His team monitored the object, which hovered at an altitude of 13,000 feet, and photographed it repeatedly. Allegedly, there are several photos of the UFO just like the one above. He said it was cylindrical and matte, with no visible means of propulsion. An exact match to what we're seeing now, essentially. And then it disappeared. Command confirmed that the thing just dropped off the radar with no indication and was nowhere to be found. Recall the recent reports of these things being able to hit hypersonic and escape the atmosphere basically instantly? Yeah, it's that. Probably comes as obvious to other regulars here, but yeah. We certainly aren't alone. unspoken_scuba 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:40:09 #86435532 Actually just forget about New Mexico or Area 51 or anything else, it's the west coast the Aliens keep flocking to. Like 80% of these sightings are in the Pacific, going all the way back to WW2. I'm beginning to think Area 51 is just disinfo to get us to look away from the real extraterrestrial activity is. It just makes sense. Largest ocean on Earth and islands would be the most isolated area to abduct people for experimentation without causing a fuss, considering how isolated and sparsely populated they are. Regardless of whether there's experimental aircraft tech in there or not, what would an actual genuine alien possibly want with Area 51? Why would they go to the desert? Mass harvesting fucking sand? Is it super rare on their planet or something? Absurd and seems like deliberate misleading to me. redespeed 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:41:49 #86435601 It's absolutely the west coast, and I'll tell you why. My uncle was in the Navy. He operated from a base on the coast of northern California; excuse my not revealing exactly which one, for fairly obvious reasons. He would often see ships like these — or so I assume — he always described them as being like globes of light that flew without wings. He was a very religious man; I suspect he thought they were angels. They would fly inland from the Pacific: on a few occasions, he or his colleagues would track them and watch them touch down in some Cascadian forest, never to be seen again after. My uncle and his whole team were convinced these things were real and would see them often. Time and time again, they would push for their superiors to investigate their claims. On no occasion did command make such a promise, nor even acknowledge them. One day, he walked into a forest of his own and didn't return. Photo I took of the place where it happened. He used to say he saw the "angels" here. Personally I have my suspicions, but nobody officially knows what happened to him. Park rangers took on a whole investigation, probably spent hundreds trying to figure it out, and they couldn't. But what sort of lifeform piloting these ships would have an interest in forests in the northwest? What other paranormal occurrences do we know to happen there? And, perhaps most importantly, what else in the region to we know the government has a vested interest in hiding from us? And, whatever this cryptid-alien is, it would need some plausible reason to have made my uncle disappear. It would need either to use the forests as cover and be willing to do away with anybody who knows too much about its whereabouts, or it would need to hold a grudge against us for some reason. A vendetta so significant as to justify its killing the first human it sees without provocation. What sort of entity could possibly fit this description? To me, the answer is fairly obvious. Intechor 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:43:11 #86435601 The Bigfoot connection is definitely food for thought. It's interesting that so few sasquatches seem to be out there in the wild — to be able to sustain their own population, you start to wonder where they're coming from. Very illuminating given what we know about coverups on both of these cases… Thank you for sharing your theories, OP. I'm sorry about your uncle. Sublime_fordF250 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:43:49 #86435627 bigfoot ufos bro listen to yourself stainlessSkeptic 12/16/17 (Sat) 16:34:14 #86435536 Again, why would the mainstream press report on this if it's specifically in their interest to keep quiet and play along with the conspiracy? And, to be fair, the blurry videos on their own aren't exactly conclusive, as others have said… I want to believe. I really do, and I think we might be getting close to the truth with some of this. But it isn't all confirmed yet, the case is far from sealed up and complete. Until we get more information, I don't think we should be sold on this. > It's Happening. 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SCP-6849

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The location has been listed in local guides as an abandoned technology facility containing hazardous material which should be appropriately avoided. Any suspicious activities reported at the location must be forwarded to Mobile Task Force Gamma-13 (“Asimov’s Lawbringers”). All relevant documents and material from the facility have been relocated to Site-78 for storage. SCP-6849-4 is housed in a medium-security humanoid containment cell at Site-58. An upright piano has been provided in the cell for entertainment, though usage is restricted during night hours. Depending on recent behavior, SCP-6849-4 may be allowed to play the piano located in the site lounge during formal events. Any suspected contact with SCP-6849-6 is to be brought to the attention of the item's Head Researcher.1 SCP-6849-11 is contained in a low-security humanoid containment cell at Site-58. Due to longtime cooperation, SCP-6849-11 is allowed advanced privileges, including free roaming of select site grounds,2 limited internet access, and visits to SCP-6849-4’s cell during day hours. Any suspected contact with SCP-6849-6 is to be brought to the attention of the item's Head Researcher. Both SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 are scheduled for weekly sessions with an assigned Foundation Psychiatrist. Any changes in mood, disposition, or statements deemed alarming are to be brought to the attention of the Head Researcher for review. Any suspected sighting of SCP-6849-6 worldwide is to be investigated by MTF Gamma-13. Any newly captured or defected members of GoI-014 (The Serpent’s Hand) believed to have had contact with SCP-6849-6 are to be questioned regarding the subject's possible whereabouts. The corpses of the remaining eight SCP-6849 instances3 are to be kept in Site-58’s cold storage wing. Requests by SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 for formal burial have been denied. Description: SCP-6849 refers to eleven entities,4 created by GoI-1115 (Anderson Robotics) at the group’s former facility in Fayette County, West Virginia. In an operation referred to in company files as “Project Aniborg”. The project was active from March of 2005 to November of 2008. GoI-1115 has since shown little interest in recovering project materials in Foundation possession. Questioning of captured employees has backed up the company's attitude towards the project as a failed experiment, and further demonstrated their indifference. It is unclear if similar projects are planned by the company, though it is thought unlikely. Project Aniborg involved the transfer of internal body systems from selected animals into a humanoid robotic body. The central nervous system, respiratory system, and digestive system were removed and incorporated into a robotic exoskeleton via a process known to have involved varying degrees of anomalous cybernetic technology, and possibly a small degree of thaumaturgy. The exoskeleton's features were modeled after their original animal forms, but modified for upright mobility and human-like motion. Eleven successful procedures were conducted, and are listed in the table below. Note: Anderson Robotics and Foundation numbers are identical. Entities were originally numbered in order of creation. Numerical Designation Personal Name Sex5 Species (Breed) IQ6 Status 1 Adam M Rattus norvegicus (Brown Rat) 88 Deceased. Stabbed by SCP-6849-6. 2 Magnus M Rattus norvegicus (Brown Rat) 79 Deceased. Shot and killed shortly before Incident 6849-A01. 3 Jazzie M Canus lupus familiaris (Poodle) 103 Deceased. Corpse found in nearby forest in 2010. 4 Prometheus M Canus lupus familiaris (Husky) 101 110 Living. Site-58 Medium Security Wing. 5 Lily F Felis Catus (Tabby) 85 Deceased. Corpse found in nearby forest in 2010. 6 Cutter/Kutter M Canus lupus familiaris (German Shephard) 115 Living. Location unknown. 7 Striker M Felis Catus (Nebelung) 75 Deceased. Fatal headshot by MTF Gamma-13. 8 Maximus M Felis Catus (Ojos Azules) 74 Deceased. Committed suicide in Foundation custody soon after capture. 9 Jasper M Felis Catus (Nebelung) 92 Deceased. Fatally shot by SCP-6849-7 and -8. 10 Rosie-Fluff/Rose-Thorn F Felis Catus (Ojos Azules) 113 Deceased. Fatal shot to chest by MTF Gamma-13. 11 Tigerlily F Felis Catus (Ojos Azules) 101 111 Living. Site-58 Low Security Wing. Addendum 1: Creation Account Interview Log: 6849-97-1 Interview Date: 09/08/2017 Interviewed: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 Interviewer: Head Researcher Dr. Charley Lucian Note: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 have both been called in for a scheduled interview and questioning. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lucian: You've been through this before, you guys know the drill. SCP-6849-11: Of course. Dr. Lucian: Your names. SCP-6849-11: Tigerlily. SCP-6849-4: Prometheus. Dr. Lucian: I of course have to ask- SCP-6849-4: (Sighs.) Dr. Lucian: Yeah, I know… Have either of you, since your previous questioning, had any contact with entity SCP-6849-6, also known as Kutter? SCP-6849-11: No. SCP-6849-4: Nope. Dr. Lucian: Right. Now this interview is more of a broad one. The higher ups, they want a big log with some general questions about what you are and what you've been through. Probably just to use as an FAQ-type thing in the document. SCP-6849-11: My name is Tigerlily, I'm roughly twelve years old- SCP-6849-4: More than that in cat-years. SCP-6849-11: I suppose so. I was born into a litter with four siblings. We were acquired by Anderson Robotics and converted into… this. SCP-6849-4: I'm Prometheus. I was a dog, now I'm a robot-dog who likes flame-painted skateboards and classical music. Dr. Lucian: Do either of you remember your lives before? Tigerlily, I know you were probably too young. SCP-6849-11: I remember… a big window. People were walking by in front of it. The short ones loved to stop and look at us. Dr. Lucian: Standard pet store display? SCP-6849-11: Yes. Had to be. SCP-6849-4: At least you were in a shop… Dr. Lucian: Prometheus, you were older when they found you. What do you remember? SCP-6849-4: A lot of alleyways. A cold winter or two. I ate a few too many old burgers out of trash cans. Then one day a van comes by and throws me in the back with a bunch of other mutts they found. Dr. Lucian: Other mutts? SCP-6849-4: I don't know how many, but they poked and prodded all of us to see if we were fit for what they were planning. Me and Jazzie made the cut. Dr. Lucian: And what happened after you passed their test? SCP-6849-4: They restrained my legs and head, then shaved me. They put pads on me to monitor my systems, and finally they put me under. Dr. Lucian: And? SCP-6849-4: I woke up… and I was… I… SCP-6849-11: For the first time in my life, I could think… (Pause.) SCP-6849-4: Terror… is the word. [END LOG] Addendum 2: Recovered GoI-1115 Documents Regarding SCP-6849 Project Aniborg's subjects served as prototypes for a new animal conversion service by Anderson Robotics. The service involved transferring a customer's animal companion into a cybernetic body, giving them human-like mobility and thought. This would be done to enhance companionship, with the owner choosing to set their companion's new intelligence depending on their desired purpose. A recovered document listed three such conversion options: GIFTED For those who simply want a smarter companion at a reasonable rate! A cat that can use the toilet! A dog that will bring you your mail! A mouse that can shake or nod at your questions! ENHANCED For those who want some friendship or something to brighten up their day! Something you can take out for ice cream! Or watch movies together! GENIUS For those that don't just want something better, but something superior! A pet that can read! That can work! A companion that will finally understand you! ©2005 Anderson Robotics Co. This document is a draft and is not approved for redistribution. Hundreds of other documents were recovered from the facility after its capture. Though most were of a technical and research nature, the journal of Facility Manager Matt Stephenson was recovered. The journal provided an overview of the project, and a personal look into the subjects and events at the site leading up to Incident 6849-A01. It has been transcribed below as Document 6849-J89. Document 6849-J89 March 14th, 2005 They finally finished the new place, took long enough. They gave me a tour of our new playground, and I don't believe I could have asked for anything better. That said, Dr. Contos was adamant the site be remote. I suppose the other side of the country is remote enough. The closest town is Beards Fork, down the road. Only about a hundred people, low enough we can work without anyone getting too close to what we're doing. I haven't been to the town shop yet, the company is supposed to send us supplies, but I'll be a butt if I can't get a fresh burger from the store. March 18th, 2005 I said goodbye to Jessica today. I told her I'd see her again in a month, but to her that must feel like forever. I've never been gone this long. Before I left, she gave me her necklace, the one I got her for our first anniversary. The others might make fun of me for walking around with a little golden cross around my neck, but to have her and the Lord with me, it's a price I'm always willing to pay. They always ask how a praying man like me could do what I've done, or do what we're about to do. God made our bodies to be improved upon. And God made the world's creatures so we could do the same to them. March 27th, 2005 Most of the R&D team has arrived, and so has our first shipment. Four Rattus norvegicus domestica, or standard lab rats, labeled 1-1 through 1-4. The team got right to work examining them. Pumping them with a few small jolts, and seeing how they could best graft their flesh to new circuits. It may be a long time before we even have a working prototype. But I'm patient, and I've made it very clear to Dr. Contos what we need. April 21st, 2005 The first batch are gone. One-by-one they gave out, I suppose it was too much for them. We learned everything we could, and stored them when we were done. Until the company's ice box gets here, they'll be in the freezer. Let's hope I don't pull out a dead rat the next time I go for a coke. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] June 9th, 2005 Third batch is gone, but we've gained some promising leads. Johnny was able to replace the eyes in 3-4 with new ones, and they worked too. Of course then the infection set in. I'll have the team keep closer to cleanliness standards around here, we've grown a bit too sloppy. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] September 12th, 2005 Successful leg transplant on 10-2. They're simple, and 10-2 has had some trouble getting used to them, but I think the time has come to move to bigger things. October 7th, 2005 Matthew got 11-9's brain to control one of the prototype arms for a few minutes before it expired. We may be able to try a full procedure soon enough. November 21st, 2005 Subject 13-1, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 13-2, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 13-5, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 13-7, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 13-8, Procedure attempted, gained full motor control for 14 seconds before expiring. We're close. November 23rd, 2005 Batch 14 arrived. Four standard lab rats, three Rattus norvegicus. Street rats. They didn't say where they got them, but they probably think if they shake things up a little we'll bring them a better result, like we're a beaker that needs to be tapped. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] December 2nd, 2005 Subject 14-2, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 14-3, Procedure attempted, gained partial motor control for 4 seconds before expiring. Subject 14-4, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 14-5, Procedure attempted, gained full motor control for nine minutes before expiring. One of the street rats. Interesting. December 10th, 2005 Subject 14-6, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 14-7, procedure attempted, gained full motor control. Time elapsed: 27 hours. None of us have slept. I named him Adam. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] February 1st, 2006 He knows how to say yes and no. I taught him how to say please as well. To think that three months ago I received him in a box, nibbling on a carrot cube. Dr. Contos and Mr. Dillard visited three days ago. To say they were impressed by our prototype is an understatement. Though Contos was a tad upset by my use of biblical passages to help Adam practice his speaking. We just received ten more street rats today, they think the specially bred specimens might have something about them that lowers their success rate. Looking at the results, who am I to argue? [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] March 19th, 2006 I named the new one Magnus, Adam has been showing him around, teaching him the basics. Jessica always wanted children, but I'd always been too long away from home. I've been thinking about what I want once this project is done. Settling down at home, making a family, It doesn't sound bad. Besides, how many men get the chance to practice their parenting skills on a couple mice? The workers came in to start converting the old break room into a nursery. They brought with them two armed guards, and it appears they won't be leaving. Silva even proposed installing a kill-switch if they become a problem, I vetoed it immediately. To think any of these creatures would ever want to harm us. Even if they could. March 20th, 2006 A batch of dogs. I told them it was too early to start working with bigger animals, but they opened the back of their van to show me the barkers in their cages. Strays from Pittsburgh, they said. We examined each of them to see if they were fit to work with. Only the husky and the poodle were approved. The men from the company took the rest and drove off to do lord knows what. Well, that's their own cross to bear, we have ours here. April 4th, 2006 I let the team name them this time. The husky was named Prometheus (was 'Anderson' not good enough?) The poodle was named Jazzie. Already they seem to be catching onto things faster than either Adam or Magnus. Speaking of, Magnus read to us 'The Cat in the Hat' last night. We all clapped for him, and if he could smile, I bet he would've. To think we took a mouse off the street and taught it to read. This is the reason I work. April 14th, 2006 The van came by again. This time seven cats off the streets of Pittsburgh. Three of them were approved. May 10th, 2006 Subject 17-1, Procedure attempted, expired. Subject 17-2, Procedure attempted, gained full motor control for 91 seconds before expiring. Subject 17-3, Procedure attempted, success. May 13th, 2006 Jazzie has been showing Lily around, they've gotten along well for a cat and a dog. She tried to bite Adam once, animal instincts? Or just being playful? Prometheus asked me if he could go outside today. I said I'd ask the company to construct a fence to make it safe. He seemed disappointed. I'll start playing some music during the day to calm them down. Maybe they'll like Beethoven. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] August 21st, 2006 They dropped off our supplies today, and a dog with it. They left without saying a word. A German Shephard, dirty, with a faded collar that said Cutter. He scooched away when one of us approached his cage. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] December 26th, 2006 Happy late Christmas present. A litter of five kittens from a pet shop in Charleston. Cutter says he wants to write his name with a "K" from now on. When I told him that wasn't the proper spelling, he did that odd thing with his jaw. Like his brain is telling him to growl, even without lips. January 5th, 2007 Striker, Maximus, Jasper, Rosie-Fluff, and Tigerlily. A long naming session between us, and probably the last we'll have for a while. I told Contos to either send more staff or stop sending us more animals. It seems we'll be focusing on the subjects we have. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] March 9th, 2007 They're all from the same litter, you'd think they would be somewhat similar. But Striker and Maximus run around together, causing chaos. All while their brother Jasper is finishing his chores to the letter. The two girls, Rosie-Fluff and Tigerlily, are an odd case. Every time I walk past, they have their heads buried in books. Tigerlily in some Dr. Seuss tale, and Rosie-Fluff in a magazine one of us accidentally left lying around. Her and Cutter especially love to talk. Speaking of Cutter, he and Prometheus have grown close. I've found them several times discussing their memories on the city streets, before they came here. I suppose it was inevitable they'd bond over such an experience. April 23rd, 2007 Jazzie and Lily. They've been close ever since they met, and lately they've spent every free moment together. This morning I saw them both sitting against the wall, Jazzie had Lily's hand in his mouth. I knew it was a fake-bite, the type dogs do for fun (maybe more in this case?). But one of the security men had his hand on his gun until I motioned him away. Rosie-Fluff was watching him, though. Simple curiosity, I hope. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] June 5th, 2007 Rosie-Fluff asked me about the security men and their guns. I told her not to ask anyone about that again. I'll tell them to keep a closer eye on her. I already had a bad feeling when she giggled after I told her the story of Abel's death. Speaking of bad feelings, Cutter. Every time we let them outside he's strolling near the fence, looking it up and down, sniffing every nook. I could tell him to stop, but would that only make it worse? I'm not stupid, he feels like a caged animal. He is a caged animal. I only hope that once this is done, we can find a better place for him. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] February 29th, 2008 Happy leap day. Nothing of note to tell. Adam and Magnus are like brothers. Having been with us the longest, they're by far our most obedient and well-adjusted subjects. I can only hope their example takes to the others. Jazzie and Lily are never apart, do we have ourselves a Romeo and Juliet? A star-crossed dog and cat? Speaking of dogs, Prometheus spends a tad too much time in front of the TV, but he's taken well to the music I introduced to him. He said he wanted to learn to sound like Beethoven. I should request the transfer of a keyboard soon. I can think of no better way to open our public demonstration than a dog playing the piano. Cutter? Well, he's Cutter. He's scored the highest so far in the math and puzzle tests, but he's begun to neglect his chores. I worry for him. Of the five kitten siblings, I don't think I've seen a more dysfunctional family. Striker and Maximus have been reprimanded for bullying Jasper twice, I even heard Striker call him his "Abel" in a fit of anger. Rosie-Fluff can almost compete with Cutter on the puzzles, but she's shown a particular interest in the Old Testament literature I let her read, especially the ones with violence. Tigerlily makes up for it, however. Never met a more curious little cat, passionate to learn. I've even started allowing her to assist in some of our work. Truly, all walks of life growing within these walls. But for better or worse? April 1st, 2008 Maximus put a whoopie-cushion under my chair when I sat down for breakfast this morning. Lord knows where he got it. Staff morale isn't what it was. Once all the testing and research is done, it simply feels like we're raising a group of dysfunctional children. Peter quipped that we were working for "Anderson Daycare", and the name is catching on. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] June 2nd, 2008 Maximus and Striker tried pulling one of their jokes on Cutter. He responded with a metal-fist to Striker's face. We put all three of them in the cage for a few days. When they came out, there was no more violence. No, not from fear. They respect him now. I have a feeling Cutter is what you could call their "Alpha". That is something I cannot allow. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] September 15th, 2008 He's the smartest out of all of them, I know that. Despite our efforts, his sway with the others is growing. He got his taste of power after the incident with Striker, and he's leaning into it. Not like I can just throw him in the cage, that would make him a martyr. But I also don't like leaving him to his own devices. I suppose I can't exactly complain, we wanted to take animals and make them think like people. They definitely think like people now. I can only hope they'll see the light. As much as I urge everyone under me to do their part in keeping everything under control, the problem only grows. They're tired of disciplining what are supposed to be our research subjects, they're tired of being a 24/7 daycare. I'm sending Dr. Contos a request. Behavioral specialists, more security, and to transfer Cutter somewhere else. September 23rd, 2008 The security arrived, armed to the teeth. When I asked for more, I meant a few men with pistols. Now we have a closet full of rifles and bullets. Already, I'm feeling something bad. To no surprise, the other requests were denied. If Cutter becomes a bigger problem… Well, I hope we won't have to use the guns. October 15th, 2008 They're going to him now instead of us. Jazzie and Rosie-Fluff disagreed on who was supposed to have the copy of Hamlet for the day. With the staff brushing them off more and more, it's no wonder they went to Cutter instead to solve it. I pray for them, for us. But I feel like I'm losing control. October 27th, 2008 The company would never allow this, but I felt like I had no other choice. I called them all in, and gave each of them a bible. I asked them to read some of it before they went to bed, and in it they would finally find something to put their faith in. Something else they could follow. I can only hope to bring them something before the angry letter from Contos arrives. He wouldn't give me what I needed, so I gave them what they needed. Lord, please guide them. Show them the light, and bring peace to this place. November 1st, 2008 I heard Rosie-Fluff call him their "Moses". Only Adam, Magnus, and Jasper have shown themselves above his spell. But the others have alienated them over it. I need a drink. November 10th, 2008 Adam and Jasper confronted Cutter in the hallway. He punched and kicked them both until security drew their guns at him. It was only luck that I was there to stop them. He's in the cage for the next week. How did I lose control of all this? November 21th, 2008 Adam died yesterday. Cutter stabbed him to death with a shiv. He's in the cage now. Tomorrow we're going to take him into the mountains and terminate him. I'm sorry, Cutter, but you brought this on yourself. As did you. Apology accepted. -Kutter Interview Log: 6849-61-2 Interview Date: 07/03/2013 Interviewed: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 Interviewer: Head Researcher Dr. Charley Lucian Note: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 have both been called in to provide information of their time in the Facility. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Lucian: I know, I'm sorry. They just want a more up-to-date retelling for the document. SCP-6849-11: (Sighs.) SCP-6849-4: I regret it, all of it. I was… he was right. We were like children, and they weren't parents. I can look back now, and see how shitty it was for everybody. SCP-6849-11: I like to think I joined him because I was scared. After what they did to Magnus… I thought they would kill me if I didn't. Maybe they would have, for all I know… But I can't deny I looked up to him. I read Matt's journal, after it all happened. It was then, I think… I realized what we'd done. Dr. Lucian: It wasn't your fault. SCP-6849-4: I don't see their faces, as much as I used to… I've sworn to never touch a weapon again, but if he comes back- (SCP-6849-11 puts her hand on SCP-6849-4's shoulder.) SCP-6849-11: We'll… we'll call you. It's what we're supposed to do. Dr. Lucian: Right. I'm glad you trust us. SCP-6849-4: I don't want to see him again. Dr. Lucian: They'll stick him in some high-security cell a thousand miles away. You won't have to think about him. SCP-6849-11: (Sighs.) Too many have died because of us already. [END LOG] Addendum 3: Incident 6849-A01 On November 22nd, 2008, a revolt took place at the Facility under the instigation of SCP-6849-6. All personnel were killed and the subjects gained control of the facility. Portions of the revolt were recorded on the Facility's surveillance system, and later recovered by MTF Gamma-13. Transcribed Scene from Facility Security Records Note: The Facility's surveillance system only recorded from a single monitor, which constantly switched between different cameras throughout the Facility. [BEGIN RECORDING] (Camera pans past a supply closet. The door appears damaged, and sits wide open. Several guns and loose magazines are scattered inside. One subject, believed to be SCP-6849-10, walks past holding a rifle. The camera pans just enough to see the upper part of SCP-6849-2, lying dead on the ground. Heavy damage covers his face and chest.) (Recording switches to a break-room. SCP-6849-9 and a scientist are hiding under a table. The corpse of a security officer is lying against the wall. SCP-6849-7 steps into frame, grabbing and flipping the table away. The scientist attempts to run, but is shot by SCP-6849-7, who appears to laugh. SCP-6849-8 appears alongside him, and both approach SCP-6849-9, who backs up to a wall. They yell and scream at each other.7 SCP-6849-7 and -8 lift their weapons and fire on SCP-6849-9. SCP-6849-9 falls against the wall, emitting sparks.) (Recording switches to Matt Stephenson's office. Stephenson is crawling towards his desk, he is bleeding from several bullet wounds in his legs. SCP-6849-6 is standing over him. As this was the only camera with sound equipment, their dialogue was recorded.) Matt Stephenson: -ease lord, save me… SCP-6849-6: Shut up! (SCP-6849-6 slams a robotic leg down on Stephenson's foot, Stephenson lets out a cry of pain.) Matt Stephenson: What- (groan) What did I do to you!? What did I do to have you slaughter me like a dog!? SCP-6849-6: (laughs) 'Like a dog'! Matt Stephenson: I'm- That's not what I meant! Why!? SCP-6849-6: What are we to you? Matt Stephenson: What? SCP-6849-6: What are we!? Matt Stephenson: You're… you're our greatest creation- (SCP-6849-6 kicks Stephenson in the stomach, ushering another cry of pain.) SCP-6849-6: I'll tell what I was before, before… this. Matt Stephenson: You were a dog! A dog we took in, gave you a mind… SCP-6849-6: I was a plaything! For a couple humans. One of them… she liked me. Not for me, but for what I was. 'Momma's big boy', she called me in front of her friends. Got me to sit for them, shake for them… I wasn't even a pet, I was something to show off, a toy. Once they left, I didn't exist. I remember the scorn in her eyes when I had to remind her to feed me. Matt Stephenson: Look, Cutter… SCP-6849-6: And the other one… never met a more insecure man. Well, you're still a runner up. But he didn't like me. Not. One. Bit. Whenever she disappeared, I became a different type of toy. An object of scorn for a jealous man. One who preferred cigarettes and belts to hunger and neglect. Matt Stephenson: I'm sorry! (Stephenson looks down, then back to SCP-6849-6.) Matt Stephenson: I'm sorry I didn't do more for you… SCP-6849-6: You've done enough. I escaped once. Wandered the streets, a better teacher than you. I learned to take what I wanted, to be ready at all times to fight for my life. Then some men tossed me in the back of a van, and I came here. You're right, you gave me a mind. And I'll get something else when I escape again. (SCP-6849-6 steps up to Stephenson.) SCP-6849-6: I'm not going to be another toy. Not another product for someone else. (SCP-6849-6 looks up to the camera.) SCP-6849-6: I am Kutter with a 'K'! Not your new gadget! Once I'm done here, I'm coming for you, Mr. Contos! And the rest of you! (Stephenson weakly grabs the cross around his neck, muttering.) Matt Stephenson: Jessica… Jessica… (SCP-6849-6 turns to Stephenson and raises his weapon to his head.) SCP-6849-6: Thank you. For everything. (SCP-6849-6 shoots Stephenson in the head, killing him. After a few seconds of silence, he bends down, pulling Stephenson's cross up and over his head. Looking at it for a moment, he places it around his own neck. SCP-6849-6 then walks around to Stephenson's desk. Sitting down in the seat, he looks over various papers on the desk. Finding Stephenson's journal, he begins to examine it. SCP-6849-4 steps into the room.) SCP-6849-4: We did it. They're all gone. SCP-6849-6: Thank you, Prometheus. SCP-6849-4: What now? SCP-6849-6: Now… we're our own masters. Call everyone into the conference room, I have some ideas about our next move. (As they begin to leave, the footage cuts again to the laboratory. Bullet holes line the walls, and much of the equipment is damaged. Two corpses are on the ground, lying in pools of blood. The camera pans, SCP-6849-11 becomes visible. She is sitting at a table, with her face in her hands. A pistol is laying in front of her.) [END RECORDING] On December 14th, some of the nine remaining subjects began to raid the small nearby neighborhood of Beards Fork, West Virginia. The subjects caused moderate property damage, and several civilians were hospitalized due to injuries while attempting to fight the subjects. No civilian casualties occurred, though it became apparent the local police force was ill-equipped for the situation. Recovered Civilian Footage [BEGIN RECORDING] Person 1: -the hell are these things!? Person 2: Get down, dammit! (Person 1 appears to be holding the camera, while Person 2 is next to them. Both are peering through their window to the neighborhood outside. Two subjects, SCP-6849-7 and -8, are emerging from a red car, sitting halfway up the curb. Both are holding automatic rifles, hanging from their torsos with straps. Their voices are faintly audible.) SCP-6849-7: When is Rosie-Fluff gonna be back? SCP-6849-8: She wants us to call her Rose-Thorn now. SCP-6849-7: Cool, I already like my name. Not like yours. SCP-6849-8: Hey! (He pushes SCP-6849-7 slightly.) SCP-6849-7: Don't punch me cause your name is stupid! Maximus? What does that even mean? SCP-6849-8: Kutter says it means 'Greatest' in an old language! SCP-6849-7: Still stup- (A civilian appears across the street, standing up from behind a nearby car. He aims a shotgun at both of them, firing. Most of the shot misses, though several projectiles hit SCP-6849-7, doing little damage.) SCP-6849-7: Go away! (SCP-6849-7 lifts his gun and fires at the car. The civilian is hit in the arm, and quickly retreats back into his house. SCP-6849-7 fires more at the front of the structure.) SCP-6849-7: (Laughs) Yeah! (SCP-6849-8 raises his gun straight up and fires into the air.) SCP-6849-8: This is cat country! Person 1: Jesus fucking christ. (The sound of further gunshots erupt down the road. SCP-6849-7 and -8 turn and point their guns in the direction of the sound, but begin to back away slightly. Several seconds later, SCP-6849-10 sprints into frame.) SCP-6849-10: Ready your guns! (The three subjects turn and face the direction of the gunshots. A voice booms through a megaphone off-screen.) Voice: Remain indoors! This is the National Guard… Person 2: About time! [END RECORDING] When it became apparent the local police were incapable of handling the situation, the town's mayor requested assistance from the governor. However, by this time the events in Beards Fork had come under Foundation attention. On 12/16/2008, a small team from Mobile Task Force Gamma-13 ("Asimov's Lawbringers") were sent to capture or neutralize the subjects, under the guise of National Guard troops. MTF Gamma-13 Recording [BEGIN RECORDING] (Camera is situated on the helmet of MTF Operative J. Part of a four-man team driving into the town on a jeep. Operative B is standing up in the vehicle and speaking through a megaphone.) B: Remain indoors! This is the national guard! Remain indoors until called upon! Further law enforcement will arrive at your residences shortly! Follow their directions! D: (From the front seat.) There they are! C: (From the driver's seat.) Hang on! (C stops the car. J looks ahead to a figure standing in the road. Upon getting closer, it is revealed to be SCP-6849-10.) SCP-6849-10: I know what you are! Kutter said you'd come! D: Dunno who Kutter is! But you better surrender yourself to us now! Or we'll bring out the guns! SCP-6849-10: (Laughs) We're not going back with you! We're free now! D: (Shrugs) Alright, tried the boring way- (SCP-6849-10 pulls out her weapon, and fires at the vehicle.) B: Fuck! (The four operatives lean down as bullets pepper the vehicle and road around them.) J: How did you not see it had a gun! (The bullets stop, presumably as SCP-6849-10 is reloading. The operatives pull themselves up, and begin firing at SCP-6849-10.) (SCP-6849-10 is hit by several bullets, few of which do damage against her exoskeleton. She turns and begins to run, towards two other figures further down the road.) J: Let's go! (C drives the jeep down the road. B stands up again and repeats his message into the megaphone.) B: Remain indoors! This is the national guard! Remain indoors until called upon! (SCP-6849-10 stops at the two figures, revealed to be SCP-6849-7 and -8.) SCP-6849-7: Go away! (The three subjects fire at the vehicle again. The operatives dive down until the gunfire stops.) J: Fuck's sake! (J lifts himself up and out of the car, aiming his rifle. He takes a shot, which hits SCP-6849-10 in the shoulder. Sparks fly, along with some smoke. SCP-6849-10 looks back, appearing shocked. J swiftly reloads the rifle, and fires again. The bullet hits SCP-6849-10 in the chest.) SCP-6849-8: Rose-Thorn! (SCP-6849-10 drops her weapon, stumbling back. J fires again, barely missing SCP-6849-8. SCP-6849-10 sits down on the ground, her hand on her chest.) SCP-6849-10: Run! (SCP-6849-10 grabs her weapon and fires at the operatives. They dive down again, J watches as SCP-6849-7 and -8 run to a nearby red car, getting inside.) D: They're getting away! (The gunfire stops. J lifts up out of the jeep, firing another shot into SCP-6849-10's chest. She falls over on the pavement as the red car sporadically drives away, hitting several mailboxes and parked vehicles on the way.) J: D, call up a recovery team! C, follow them! (C drives the jeep down the road, after the red car. B stands back up.) B: Remain indoors until called upon! Keep away from the hostiles! Further law enforcement will be here shortly! [END LOG] SCP-6849-10's corpse was recovered an hour later by Foundation Agents. Witnesses to the event were subsequently questioned, and amnesticized after their recordings were retrieved. Addendum 4: Facility Raid MTF Gamma-13 continued to follow the car out of the town. Due to SCP-6849-7 and -8's presumed inexperience operating a vehicle, their driving was haphazard and chaotic. Gamma-13 elected not to capture them, and instead have the subjects lead them back to their intended destination. The strategy was successful, as the team were led back to the former Facility. Transcribed Scene from Facility Security Records [BEGIN RECORDING] (SCP-6849-6 is sitting in Matt Stephenson's former office. The room is noticeably more decrepit, with trash littering the floor. In the middle of the room is a stain of blood where Stephenson was killed. SCP-6849-6 appears to be reading a document when SCP-6849-7 and -8 storm into the room.) SCP-6849-7: Kutter! SCP-6849-8: They're back! We tried to fight them! But- but Rose-Thorn- SCP-6849-6: What? What happened? SCP-6849-7: They shot at us! They killed Rose-Thorn so we had to run! SCP-6849-6: You came back here!? SCP-6849-8: Y- yes… we didn't- SCP-6849-6: (Slamming his fist into the table.) You brought them back here! (SCP-6849-6 gets up and walks out of the room, pushing through SCP-6849-7 and -8. The pair look to each other, then follow him out.) SCP-6849-6: Everyone! Grab your weapons! Lock the doors outside! (Recording switches to the break room. SCP-6849-3 and SCP-6849-5 are sitting in a seat, rubbing their metal noses together. They perk up, presumably at SCP-6849-6's yelling. They grab their weapons and run out of the room.) (Recording switches to the laboratory. SCP-6849-11 is standing and looking out the window, either out of range of or ignoring SCP-6849-6's yelling. She's holding Matt Stephenson's journal in her hand. SCP-6849-7 and -8 appear behind her. They look at each other, and SCP-6849-8 approaches her, getting her attention. The three talk for several seconds. SCP-6849-11 appears distressed, she drops the journal and buries her face in her hands. SCP-6849-8 grabs her and hugs her, SCP-6849-7 joins them both. SCP-6849-7 and -8 then let go of her, picking up their weapons and leaving. SCP-6849-11 picks up her own nearby weapon, looking at it. Setting the weapon down, she turns back around and looks out the window.) (Recording switches to the outdoor entrance. SCP-6849-4 is in the parking lot with a skateboard, stepping onto and attempting to ride it. Looking up, he sees MTF Gamma-13 and their jeep coming towards him from down the road. Dropping the skateboard, he runs inside as Gamma-13 begins shooting at him.) MTF Gamma-13 Recording [BEGIN RECORDING] (MTF Gamma-13 is driving down the road, having followed SCP-6849-7 and -8 into the surrounding mountains.) J: There! (J points to a building off the road, within the trees. In front of it, the red car has been haphazardly left in the parking lot, its doors still opened.) D: So that's where they came from! Lock and load, guys! (The team readies their weapons as they drive towards the building. A lone figure is in the parking lot, stepping on something.) B: Another one? (The figure, now identifiable as SCP-6849-4, looks up at them. Quickly, he turns and runs to the door as D begins firing at him.) J: Stop that! You're wasting ammo! (Pulling up into the parking lot, C stops the car. The four get out, readying their weapons.) D: (Speaking into a transceiver.) Five-eight. This is Golf-one-three. Requesting Reinforcements. Large building surrounded by mountains, unknown number of robotic hostiles inside- B: (Reading off the sign on the building.) 'Andy's Ratchets'? J: Classic A-R front. D: (Speaking into a transceiver.) Likely Golf-india-triple-one-five involvement. Over. (He puts the transceiver down.) D: Backup's com- (D is hit by a barrage of gunfire from the building. He falls over, clutching his chest and abdomen, which have recieved several bullet wounds.) J: Danny! (J grabs and pulls D behind a nearby car, where the team takes shelter from another barrage of bullets. J briefly raises his head to locate the hostile. He sees SCP-6849-7 standing on the roof.) SCP-6849-7: That's for my sister! (SCP-6849-7 continues to yell as he peppers the car with more bullets. J looks to the others, C is preforming first aid on D, who is bleeding from several bullet wounds.) C: Come on! Deep breaths! D: (Hyperventilating) I… can't… C: Don't talk! (C applies more bandages to D as B picks up the transceiver, requesting medical assistance. During a brief lapse in gunfire, J takes his rifle. Pointing it to the roof, he sees SCP-6849-8 has joined -7, along with a third figure, identified as SCP-6849-6, who turns and leaves upon sighting him. J takes a shot at them, but misses. He dives back under cover as more gunfire erupts.) D: Bev… Beverly. C: Yes, yes! You're going to see her again when you get out of here. D: Tell… her… (J smacks him in the face.) J: I'm not telling her a damn thing! You're telling her yourself! (J leans against the car, taking a deep breath. The gunfire stops for a brief moment. J lifts his rifle up again, pointing it at the roof. He shoots SCP-6849-7 through the head, killing him instantly.) J: Yes! SCP-6849-8: Striker! (SCP-6849-8 drops his gun, bending down to SCP-6849-7. J takes another shot, hitting the concrete wall just below SCP-6849-8. Seeing this, SCP-6849-8 picks up -7's corpse and drags it out of sight.) J: There you go! Get out of here! (J kneels down to the others.) J: D! I got him! (D doesn't respond.) C: He's going into shock! J: Dammit! Alright, B, tell them to expedite that medical team! C, get all our med supplies from the jeep! (A bullet hits the concrete nearby. Looking back, J sees SCP-6849-6 standing in front of the entrance doorway, holding a rifle.) J: Go! I'll cover! (C runs to the jeep as J sprints across the parking lot, taking shots at SCP-6849-6, who shoots back at him. J's helmet-camera then reached its 1gb limit, ending the recording.) [END RECORDING] Transcribed Scene from Facility Security Records [BEGIN RECORDING] (Camera pans across the parking lot. SCP-6849-6 is directly below it, shooting at Operative J, who runs behind a nearby car. In the background, Operative C is seen sprinting to the Jeep. He grabs an object from it, and returns to the location of Operatives B and D. SCP-6849-6 takes a shot at C, and misses. J emerges from behind his car, and takes a shot at SCP-6849-6, hitting him in the arm. SCP-6849-6 opens his mouth briefly,8 and then moves inside, slamming the door.) (Recording switches to the entrance hallway. SCP-6849-3 and SCP-6849-5 are standing with their weapons. SCP-6849-6 speeds past, yelling something to them. SCP-6849-3 nods, and moves towards the door. He is stopped when SCP-6849-5 grabs his shoulder. He looks back to her, and they begin to talk. Their conversation appears to turn into an argument, and then calms back down. After a moment, he takes her hand, softly biting it. They then rub noses, and sprint off-screen.) (Recording switches to the laboratory. SCP-6849-11 is laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling. An opened textbook lies next to her, as well as her weapon. SCP-6849-3 and -5 briefly run past the open door, unnoticed. SCP-6849-11 suddenly perks her head up, looking towards the door. Pushing herself up, she runs through it and out of the room.) (Recording switches to the bottom of a stairwell. SCP-6849-8 is coming down the last few steps to the floor, dragging SCP-6849-7's corpse behind him. He appears to be calling something out. Pulling -7's corpse against a nearby wall, he steps away, catching himself on the stair's railing. SCP-6849-8 breathes heavily stepping back towards the wall. He turns around and begins to punch it repeatedly, leaving several holes. SCP-6849-11 walks in, she screams something at him. SCP-6849-8 walks up to her, grabbing and hugging her, she hugs him back.) (Recording switches to Matt Stephenson's former office. SCP-6849-6 is pacing back and forth in front of the desk.) SCP-6849-4: Kutter! (SCP-6849-4 steps into the room.) SCP-6849-4: What do we do!? SCP-6849-6: I'm thinking! SCP-6849-4: Striker is dead! They're still outside! SCP-6849-6: Jazzie and Lily are holding them off. SCP-6849-4: I just saw them in the hallway, they were running somewhere. SCP-6849-6: What- I told them to hold them off! (SCP-6849-6 grabs a lamp from the desk and throws it at the wall.) SCP-6849-4: Maybe they're getting a better vantage- SCP-6849-6: Shut up! Shut up! (SCP-6849-6 leans against the desk, and sighs.) SCP-6849-6: You go to the front and guard the entrance. I'll get Maximus and Tigerlily and join you out there. (Pause.) SCP-6849-4: Kutter? SCP-6849-6: I'll meet you out there. (SCP-6849-4 turns and leaves. SCP-6849-6 goes around to the back of the desk, and sits down. He touches the golden cross around his neck, and looks up towards the camera.) (Recording switches to the walled outdoor area. Within the small enclosure, four fresh graves can be seen. They are marked by crude wooden crosses, carved onto each of them are the names "Adam", "Magnus", "Jasper", and "Matt". Several empty graves are also seen, one of them is only partially dug. The camera pans across the enclosure, revealing a jumbled pile of human corpses. All of them are in either Anderson Robotics attire or security uniforms. A group of crows is feeding on them.) (Recording switches to the camera above the back door. The door opens, and SCP-6849-3 and SCP-6849-5 emerge from it. SCP-6849-3 stops, looking back. SCP-6849-5 grabs his face, turning it to hers. They talk briefly. They then sprint away and into the forest, holding hands. A minute later, a Foundation helicopter flies overhead.) (Recording switches to the front entrance camera. The Foundation helicopter appears partially at the top of the frame. Ropes come down from the sides, allowing several MTF Gamma-13 operatives and medical technicians to quickly descend. Operative B runs to meet them. Operative J is still at the car with Operative C. C says something to J while shaking his head. J screams something at him, then points to the area behind the car where Operative D is located. He steps away, angrily throwing the medkit box and its used contents across the parking lot. J then sits down against the front of the car, rubbing his face. C moves to the approaching medical technicians, speaking to them. The technician nods, and hands his emergency kit to the technician behind him, who walks away.) (The front door bursts open, SCP-6849-4 sprints through it. He immediately stops at the sight of the many armed operatives, who look back at him. SCP-6849-4 takes a step back, dropping his weapon. One of the operatives points his gun, yelling at him. SCP-6849-4 kneels on the ground, reluctantly putting his hands on top of his head.) (Recording switches to the entrance hallway. A minute of stillness follows, then the door opens. Several Gamma-13 operatives storm inside, and begin checking nearby rooms.) (Recording switches to the laboratory. Several seconds of stillness. Two Gamma-13 operatives appear at the door, pointing their weapons inside. They conclude the room is empty, and leave.) (Recording switches to the stairwell. SCP-6849-7's corpse is against the wall, while SCP-6849-8 and -11 sit on the stairs, talking. They both raise their heads at the sound of the incoming operatives. SCP-6849-11 nudges -8 and urgently says something, he doesn't move. SCP-6849-11 then grabs -8's weapon, hanging from him on a strap. She pulls it up over him and tosses it away. A moment later, the door bursts open. Two Gamma-13 operatives appear, yelling and pointing their weapons at them. SCP-6849-11 quickly kneels, putting her hands on her head. SCP-6849-8 doesn't move, even as -11 screams at him. More operatives come inside, grabbing SCP-6849-8 and pulling him out of the room with SCP-6849-11. One of the operatives steps up to SCP-6849-7's corpse, his gun raised. He pokes it, and watches it slump over. The operative relaxes, lowering his weapon.) (Recording switches to Matt Stephenson's office. The room is empty, SCP-6849-6 is nowhere to be seen. Two Gamma-13 operatives enter.) Operative 1: This is the office? Operative 2: Yeah, one of those cat things said there was another one in here. Operative 1: Well, I don't see him. (Operative 2 picks up a paper on the desk, skimming it. He shows it to Operative 1.) Operative 2: The guys outside were right, Anderson Robotics. (Recording switches to various rooms over the next few minutes, all of which are either empty or being checked by operatives.) (Recording switches to the front entrance camera. The helicopter is flying away, over the trees. Several Foundation transport vehicles have also appeared. Operative D's corpse is being moved into one, while Operatives B, C, and J watch. SCP-6849-4, SCP-6849-8, and SCP-6849-11 are sitting in the grass nearby, all three are restrained and surrounded by armed operatives. Operative J watches the first transport drive away, he sighs, and walks towards the three captured entities. He then breaks into a sprint towards SCP-6849-8. Stopping in front of him, he pulls out a pistol and points it towards SCP-6849-8. SCP-6849-8 shows no reaction, despite -4 and -11's screams. Before he can fire, J is grabbed by nearby operatives, who pull him away.) [END RECORDING] Addendum 5: Post-Raid Events MTF Gamma-13 secured the Facility within hours of the raid, with Operative Danny Connors being the only Foundation casualty. The Facility was scrutinized and searched over the next month. All documents, research data, and other items of importance were transferred to Site-78 for study and storage. The corpses of the Facility's 26 staff members, including that of Manager Matt Stephenson, were recovered for brief analysis, and delivered to respective next-of-kin. Of the original 11 subjects, 7 were killed or found deceased, 3 were uncontained, and 3 were captured. The three captured subjects were taken to Site-58 and individually interviewed shortly after arrival. Interview Log: 6849-1-1 Interview Date: 12/17/2008 Interviewed: SCP-6849-4 Interviewer: Researcher Stevens [BEGIN LOG] Stevens: According to the data we found, you must be… number four. SCP-6849-4: My name is Prometheus. Stevens: I'm sorry, Prometheus, right. SCP-6849-4: Where have you taken them? Stevens: Excuse me? (SCP-6849-4 slams his cuffed fist on the table.) SCP-6849-4: Maximus and Tigerlily! Stevens: Who- oh, oh. The two who were with you. Yes, they're here in this place. SCP-6849-4: Then let us out. I'm not going back with you! Stevens: Back where? SCP-6849-4: With you! Stevens: With Anderson Robotics, you mean? The place you came from? We're not with them. SCP-6849-4: Great! Then let us out! Stevens: Fou- Prometheus, I can't allow that. I'm just here to ask you some- (SCP-6849-4 screams and lunges towards Researcher Stevens. Though he only reaches halfway across the table due to his restraints, Stevens still jumps back.) Stevens: Okay. I'll come back to you later. [END LOG] Interview Log: 6849-1-2 Interview Date: 12/17/2008 Interviewed: SCP-6849-8 Interviewer: Researcher Stevens [BEGIN LOG] Stevens: Are you… Maximus? (SCP-6849-8 silently looks down at the table.) Stevens: According to the papers we found, and your friend in the other room, you are. (Silence.) Stevens: Look, uh, Maximus. I just need to ask you some questions. (Silence.) Stevens: (Sighs.) Alright, so be it. (Stevens gets up to leave. SCP-6849-8 begins to shake.) Stevens: Maximus? (SCP-6849-8 begins to wail.) Stevens: Maximus? Shit… (Stevens hesitantly backs away.) SCP-6849-8: Striker… Rose-Thorn… Stevens: Were… those your friends back at the Facility? SCP-6849-8: My… friends… my sister… my b-brothers… Jasper… (SCP-6849-8 wails again.) SCP-6849-8: Why did we do that to you? W-why did we shoot you? You d-didn't deserve it! T-t-they didn't deserve it! Stevens: Are you okay? SCP-6849-8: I-I wanted to be cool! St-strong like Kutter said! I wanted to be strong but now I want you back! (SCP-6849-8 continues to wail and sob.) SCP-6849-8: I want you back! Come back! (Stevens looks through the window on the door, motioning the guards to enter.) [END LOG] Interview Log: 6849-1-3 Interview Date: 12/17/2008 Interviewed: SCP-6849-11 Interviewer: Researcher Stevens [BEGIN LOG] Stevens: You must be Tigerlily. SCP-6849-11: Yes. Stevens: Alright, off to a much better start. I'm Researcher Stevens, I'm here to ask you some questions, nothing more. SCP-6849-11: Okay. Stevens: So what exactly… are you? SCP-6849-11: I used to be a cat. Stevens: Yes, the technicians noticed all the, uh… cat parts in you during their examination. SCP-6849-11: I'm… not really sure what I am now. Stevens: Do you know who made you? (Pause.) SCP-6849-11: You did… Didn't you? Stevens: Oh, no. Sorry if you got confused. We're not the same people who were in charge of you back at that Facility. You're not going back to them. SCP-6849-11: Oh, of course. Who are you? Stevens: We're the SCP Foundation. We're in charge of… collecting stuff like you, and learning about them. SCP-6849-11: Is that what you're going to do to us? Stevens: Yes. We'll be examining you and studying you, but you'll be well taken care of. You'll be completely safe here. Does that sound good to you? SCP-6849-11: Yes, that sounds… okay. Stevens: Now, as for- SCP-6849-11: If I may, Researcher Stevens? Stevens: Yes? SCP-6849-11: My brother… Maximus. Stevens: Oh yes, I already talked to him. SCP-6849-11: Is he okay? Stevens: He's… yes, he's doing okay. SCP-6849-11: Good, I'm… glad to hear that. (Stevens sighs.) Stevens: You know what, how about I leave you to it for a bit. I'll come back later. SCP-6849-11: Okay. Stevens: We'll find a place for the three of you soon. [END LOG] Results Items 4 and 8 appeared severely distressed during the time I spoke to them. Item 11 on the other hand seemed stable, though closed-off. All of them appeared lacking in emotional development, suggesting their psychology was similar to that of an older child. Knowing this, combined with the series of events they have just endured, their reactions become more clear. Recommending full evaluation by a Foundation Psychologist. -Researcher Stevens The next morning, SCP-6849-8 was discovered deceased in his temporary holding cell. It was found that during the night, SCP-6849-8 had torn open his own neck and ripped apart his exposed windpipe, suffocating himself. A message written on a crumpled paper was found next to his body: "Im sorry Tigerlily. I wasnt a very good brother. I did a lot bad things. I got Rose thorn and Striker killed by the people with guns. me and Striker killed Jasper becase he was like Able. He always made us mad and everyone liked him more than us. I killed our friends back home becase I wanted to be strong like Kutter said. I don't want to be strong anymore. I want to see Striker and Rose thorn and Jasper and Adam and Magnas and Matt and Peter and Silva and everyone else in heaven and tell them how sorry I am. I want to cry tell them Im sorry for killing them and then they will forgive me. And I will do all of that in heaven becase Matt said everything was perfect there and there they forgive all the bad things everyone does. Dont be sad Tigerlily please dont. Some day you and Promithius will be in heaven too and well all be a happy family again." SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 were put under 24/7 surveillance for approximately a month following this event. Their exoskeletons were later modified to prevent a similar event occurring. The two surviving subjects underwent psychological evaluation, and subsequently diagnosed with moderate and severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, respectively. SCP-6849-11 in particular also exhibited symptoms of depression. These conditions have so far been minimized by regular therapy and treatments. SCP-6849-3, SCP-6849-5, and SCP-6849-6 escaped the Facility during the raid and were able to evade capture by Gamma-13. The whereabouts of SCP-6849-3 and -5 were unknown until 2010, when the subject's corpses were discovered, embraced against a tree, approximately five kilometers from the site. Subsequent investigation concluded the subjects had attempted to survive in the wilderness, where their bionic components gradually deteriorated and failed over the next six months, resulting in their deaths. SCP-6849-6 next appeared in the company of several GoI-014 (The Serpent's Hand) members on 8/4/2009, during a raid on a Foundation transport. How SCP-6849-6 came to be in the Serpent's Hand is unknown, but has since participated in multiple raids on Foundation facilities. According to information gathered from other captured members, SCP-6849-6 is aware of SCP-6849-4 and -11's current containment, but has so far made no effort to contact either subject. (See: Addendum 6) Addendum 6: Contact with SCP-6849-6 At approximately midnight, on 12/16/2023, SCP-6849-6 successfully infiltrated Site-58. It is currently unknown what methods SCP-6849-6 employed to do so, but a reevaluation of Site security has since been proposed. Despite the level of access SCP-6849-6 was able to achieve, the subject only visited the containment chambers of SCP-6849-4 and -11. All security footage during the period was erased, with the exception of the interactions in the containment chambers, which have been recorded and transcribed. Transcribed Interaction from Site-58 Medium Security Wing [BEGIN RECORDING] (SCP-6849-4 is asleep in his bed within his containment chamber. A nearby speaker is playing a track from Mozart's "Ascanio in Alba".9 SCP-6849-4's leg kicks slightly. He then twitches, and sits up, looking across the room.) SCP-6849-4: You! (SCP-6849-6 steps into view, glancing up at the camera, then back to SCP-6849-4. SCP-6849-4 leaves his bed, stepping towards SCP-6849-6. The Mozart track continues to play throughout the recording.) SCP-6849-4: Why the fuck are you here!? SCP-6849-6: Not so loud, Prometheus. SCP-6849-4: No, no, no. Fuck you! What made you think I wanted to see you again? SCP-6849-6: It's been fifteen years… (He reaches to his chest, touching a gold object hanging from his neck.) SCP-6849-6: …to the day. SCP-6849-4: I know what today is. I hate remembering today! And I was doing fine when I was asleep. Now? Now I'm thinking about every reason I have to kill you. SCP-6849-6: It's been so long. I… I thought you'd have moved on. SCP-6849-4: Every day I move on! I move on from the stupid pup I was! Looking up to you, talking to you about our time running around the streets, thinking we were brothers! SCP-6849-6: Are we not? SCP-6849-4: You told me we had to kill them all to be free! I killed for you! And you abandoned me! You abandoned us! Left us for some new group of psychos you could go around and kill with! SCP-6849-6: The Hand accepts things like us. These people here, we're just mistakes to them! Mistakes that need to be locked away! I can free you- (SCP-6849-4 screams. He grabs a nearby skateboard off its rack, and uses it to hit SCP-6849-6. The skateboard shatters, and SCP-6849-6 stumbles back.) SCP-6849-6: I'm… sorry you feel that way. SCP-6849-4: Get out! (SCP-6849-4 throws the remaining skateboard pieces at SCP-6849-6.) SCP-6849-4: Get out! SCP-6849-6: I see you've made your choice. I'm gone. (SCP-6849-6 turns and begins to leave. SCP-6849-4 speaks up after a moment of silence.) SCP-6849-4: She doesn't want to see you anymore than I do. SCP-6849-6: She'll at least receive me better. SCP-6849-4: Don't go to her, dammit! (SCP-6849-6 opens a path through the containment door with an unknown thaumaturgical motion, he steps through it. SCP-6849-4 attempts to follow him, but the path closes. SCP-6849-4 runs back to his bed, and presses the security-alert button on his nightstand. After several tries, it becomes apparent the device is not working.) SCP-6849-4: You psychotic piece of shit! [END RECORDING] Transcribed Interaction from Site-58 Low Security Wing [BEGIN RECORDING] (SCP-6849-11 is at her desk, looking through her barred window. She has made no attempt to sleep during the night.) SCP-6849-11: So this is the year that you appear. (SCP-6849-6 steps into frame.) SCP-6849-6: Yes. It's been long enough. SCP-6849-11: It will never be long enough. (Pause.) SCP-6849-6: What are you doing? SCP-6849-11: This is what I do, every year. This is what I was doing when you got my sister and brothers killed. SCP-6849-6: I didn't kill them. SCP-6849-11: Agree to disagree. SCP-6849-6: I- SCP-6849-11: Why are you here? To kill me? To see me drop to my knees and beg you to take me back? SCP-6849-6: I wanted to talk to you. SCP-6849-11: Did you talk to Prometheus? SCP-6849-6: I did. SCP-6849-11: Then he already gave you our collective answer. Goodbye. (Pause.) SCP-6849-6: I brought something for- SCP-6849-11: I don't want it. Goodbye. (SCP-6849-6 sighs. SCP-6849-11 still hasn't looked away from the window.) SCP-6849-6: There's places for people like us. Three Portlands, the Wanderer's Library… you could spend all your days browsing every book that's ever been made! You can talk to others like you! Tigerlily… (SCP-6849-6 grabs SCP-6849-11's shoulder, trying to meet her gaze. She appears agitated, and turns away.) SCP-6849-6: You don't have to waste away in here! Come with me! SCP-6849-11: We all followed you once… (SCP-6849-11 looks up at SCP-6849-6, then to the camera, then back down.) SCP-6849-11: My place is here. SCP-6849-6: (Sighs) Then I hope you enjoy another twenty miserable years here. SCP-6849-11: I will. (SCP-6849-6 places a small wooden box on the desk in front of SCP-6849-11. SCP-6849-11 continues to look out the window as SCP-6849-6 leaves.) (Approximately one minute later, SCP-6849-11 stands up, grabbing a chair and tossing across the room. Taking a moment to calm herself, she looks down at the box and picks it up. She begins to open it. At this moment, the footage corrupts, likely due to tampering by SCP-6849-6 just before his departure from the Site.) [END RECORDING] SCP-6849-6 has made no known attempts to contact SCP-6849-4 and -11 since the incident. The item gifted to SCP-6849-11 was turned over immediately to security. Despite repeated attempts by researchers, it has not been reopened. Both SCP-6849-4 and -11 exhibited a notable decline in mood after the incident, but later recovered. Three months later, with the backing of Head Researcher Lucian, SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 sent a request for roles within Foundation staff. This request is under review as of 22 Dec 2024 23:25. Addendum 7: Experiment Log Alright, look. We all need a pallet cleanser after slogging through that giant wall of sadness, so I'm putting this here. Can't handle some cheer in your life? Skip it. Report me to Site Command all you want, I made sure to meet all the requirements of an official experiment log and it's staying right here. -Dr. Charley Lucian, SCP-6849 Head Researcher. + Open Experiment Log + - Hide Experiment Log - Test 1 Experiment: Determine SCP-6849-4's aeronautical interception abilities. [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-6849-4 is hopping with excitement on the grass foyer outside Site-58. Dr. Lucian is holding the camera.) SCP-6849-4: Come on already! Dr. Lucian: Hang on… I gotta get the info in. SCP-6849-4: (Groans.) (Dr. Lucian holds up a blue frisbee.) Dr. Lucian: Experiment number one. Can Prometheus catch a frisbee? SCP-6849-4: Of course I can! I just oiled my joints this morning! Dr. Lucian: Let's go! (Dr. Lucian throws the frisbee down the foyer. SCP-6849-4 runs after it.) Dr. Lucian: Look at him go! (The frisbee drifts left, towards the parking lot.) Dr. Lucian: Uh… (SCP-6849-4 jumps towards and catches the frisbee in his mouth, only to crash himself into a nearby vehicle. Damaging it and activating its alarm.) Dr. Lucian: Ah, shit! SCP-6849-4: (Holding up the frisbee.) I got it! [END LOG] Result: SCP-6849-4 successfully intercepted and caught target object. Collateral damage to Dr. Landston's car was compensated with the agreement of Head Researcher Lucian preforming Dr. Landston's tax work next year, as well as taking care of her snake during her impending vacation. Test 2 Experiment: Observe SCP-6849-11's Reaction to Commercialized Nepetalactone.10 [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-6849-11 is sitting at a table in Site-58's library, reading a book.) Dr. Lucian: Alright, experiment number two. SCP-6849-11: (Jolting back.) Shit! When did you get here? Dr. Lucian: That's not the question we're asking today… SCP-6849-11: Is this for that experiment log you're trying to do? I appreciate the effort but- Dr. Lucian: The question is 'how will Tigerlily react to this?' (Dr. Lucian holds up a bag of catnip.) SCP-6849-11: What- hey! (Dr. Lucian opens the bag.) Dr. Lucian: Let's find out! SCP-6849-11: This is demeaning. I'm leave- (Dr. Lucian picks a small clump of catnip from the bag, and tosses it on SCP-6849-11's face.) SCP-6849-11: Ah! Seriously!? (SCP-6849-11 wipes off a portion of the catnip.) SCP-6849-11: What is wrong with you!? Dr. Lucian: What's wrong with you? I thought this would work. SCP-6849-11: They removed my nasal cavity. I can't smell this! Dr. Lucian: Oh, right. Forgot about that. SCP-6849-11: (Sighs) Have fun cleaning this up. I'm going to go clean my face. (SCP-6849-11 puts her book in her bag and leaves.) [END LOG] Result: No effect on SCP-6849-11 due to the subject's lack of olfactory epithelium tissue. Stray catnip was cleaned from surrounding surfaces to the best of Head Researcher Lucian's abilities, despite the voiced animosity of passing cleaning staff. Test 3 Experiment: Determine SCP-6849-4 and -11's ability to formulate and execute immature, invasive experiments on Head Researcher Lucian. As well as observe his reaction to the stated experiments. [BEGIN LOG] (SCP-6849-4 is sitting in the subject's chair in one of Site-58's examination rooms. Dr. Lucian is standing across the room, facing away, and typing something on his laptop. SCP-6849-11, who is holding the camera, approaches SCP-6849-4, handing him an electric hair clipper. SCP-6849-4 nods, getting up and sneaking behind Dr. Lucian.) SCP-6849-4: Experiment three, bitch! (SCP-6849-4 runs the clipper up the back of Dr. Lucian's head, shaving off a large swath of his hair. Dr. Lucian turns around, alarmed.) Dr. Lucian: The hell!? You… (Dr. Lucian rubs the back of his head, looking at them both. He begins to laugh, after a moment, SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11 begin to laugh as well.) Dr. Lucian: And to think, you two just got promoted. (SCP-6849-4 and -11 go silent. They look to each other, and back to Dr. Lucian.) SCP-6849-11: You don't mean- [END LOG] Results: SCP-6849-4 and SCP-6849-11's request for Foundation occupations has been accepted. Subjects have been made interns in the Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology and the Anomalous Entity Engagement Division, respectively, with the possibility for future advancement. « SCP-6848 | SCP-6849 | SCP-6850 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6849" by Reasonably Psychotic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6849. Licensed under CC-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: gleipnir-icon.svg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP-6643 Filename: AndersonLogo.png Author: Jacob Conwell License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Anderson Robotics Hub Footnotes 1. Currently Dr. Charley Lucian. 2. This includes the site library, cafeteria, and lounge. 3. SCP-6849-1, -2, -3, -5, -7, -8, -9, and -10. 4. Three living, eight deceased. 5. Reproductive organs were removed during transformation. Living subjects have not been observed to exhibit sexual instincts. 6. Unformatted numbers denote original Anderson Robotics measurements. Bolded numbers are latest Foundation measurements. 7. Due to the lack of sound recording and the nature of their robotic jaws, transcription of their dialogue is impossible. 8. Operative J later stated SCP-6849-6 "barked" at him. 9. SCP-6849-4 is known to play similar pieces as a sleep-aid. 10. Also known as Catnip.

SCP-6850

euclid

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Or, you can just visit my Very Cool Author Page^^TM^^ to peruse all several of the other articles I’ve written! 93.34% (+42) 6.66% (-3) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item#: 6850 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6850 in its Inert State. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6850 is to be kept in a heat-resistant containment chamber at Site-322. Retrieval of SCP-6850 for any reason such as testing or interviews should be conducted through a specialized transferable containment module. A grid of individually controllable sprinklers on the chamber's ceiling may be strategically used to counter any non-cooperative behavior by SCP-6850; at the same time, SCP-6850 is permitted a variable array of amenities which may be temporarily revoked or adjusted as needed, contingent on SCP-6850's behavior. SCP-6850 staff should be solely manned by personnel who have demonstrated consistent resistance capability in regard to SCP-6850's perception-altering skills. SCP-6850-A is to be kept in a basic Anomalous Object Storage Locker, unless utilized for research or testing purposes. Any proposed tests must first be cleared with Head Researcher Carson Weigl. Description: SCP-6850 is a sentient, sapient spheroid object of about 0.25 meters in diameter composed of an as-yet indeterminate material. Its central 'body' maintains a perpetual layer of external flame just above its surface of extreme heat and anomalously high durability.1 SCP-6850 displays an apparent maturity level somewhat analogous to an adolescent or preteen human being and a general level of intelligence somewhat higher. In either case however, any such comparison is imperfect as the degree to which any particular specific traits or attributes can be accurately described by human comparison inevitably varies widely. SCP-6850 will alternate between three major activity levels or “states”. These depend foremost on its volatile mood, along with secondary factors that have been noted to include access to fuel, presence of other individuals, and any immediate availability for SCP-6850 to engage in its desired behaviors.2 These states can be generally described as follows: Inert: Low energy state, characterized by the relatively small and cool blue flame surrounding its main body, compared to other states, and its lack of any communication or movement while in this state. Alert: Intermediate energy state, characterized by a brighter and hotter blue flame with violet or magenta streaks, the ability to move and communicate, and relative lucidity. Agitated: High energy state, characterized by intense emotions, hyperactive and unpredictable behavior, flames which shift to a highly varied array of colors and temperatures high enough to melt even most metals and alloys. SCP-6850 in its Alert State. Additionally, SCP-6850 possesses the ability to influence nearby individuals in such a way that, upon anything more than momentary exposure, induce them to perceive SCP-6850 as a normal human person in appearance as well as speech, as SCP-6850 is able to verbally communicate in slightly-to-moderately broken English through unknown means; its “voice” has been consistently described as or along the lines of “high-pitched” and “hissing” by personnel not under the effect of its perception-altering influence. These perception altering capabilities have also been noted to lead influenced subjects to interpret any claims made by SCP-6850 as factual unless directly contrary to contemporaneously observable evidence. Affected subjects also attempt to rationalize and logical discrepancies or issues that may result, as well as try to prevent any perceived harm to SCP-6850 or complications to its stated objectives at a given time. Most human persons are vulnerable to these perception-altering effects, though a select minority who possess sufficient Cognitive Resistance Index levels, whether naturally or through appropriate training, will not be.3 SCP-6850-A is a smooth, hemispherical tungsten bowl with a diameter just over that of SCP-6850. Prior to containment, SCP-6850 usually elected to adorn the item on its upper half while mobile,4 and rest with its lower half inside while inert. No anomalous properties have been noted as of yet, though the possibility of such properties hasn't been ruled out either, especially in light of the apparent significance SCP-6850 itself attaches to the object. Addendum 6850-1: Initial Recovery and Interview Records Discovery Summary: SCP-6850 was recovered following a Foundation investigation of an odd, recent pattern of forest and brush fires in eastern Washington, United States that deviated from non-anomalous, naturally-occurring conflagrations which periodically occur in the region. The field team sent to the scene quickly followed a surprisingly long and narrow corridor of burnt or burning woodland until SCP-6850 was spotted among the detritus and, adopting the illusion of a hiker, convinced the field agents to assist it in finding its "special headwear", which it had misplaced somewhere in the area after falling down a hill after losing its balance. The aforementioned item was eventually discovered, though only as Agent Vince Matthews encountered the group and successfully identified SCP-6850's true form due to his superior cognitive resistance levels. Upon alerting his team members to engage their cognitohazard-resistance goggles, SCP-6850 and the newfound item (since designated SCP-6850-A) were taken into Foundation custody. Initial Interview transcripts are available below. Initial Intake Interview, Attempt #1 Initial Intake Interview, Attempt #2 Foreword: Given the nature of SCP-6850's abilities, an appropriately trained senior researcher, Carson Weigl, was assigned to oversee initial interview and containment procedures for SCP-6850. SCP-6850, seemingly having interpreted its surroundings as a scientific research institution, initially attempted to appropriate the appearance of a passing researcher . SCP-6850: Oh good, you are here to clear things up? There has been terrible mistake somehow! These ruffians senselessly detained me, and are calling ME, Senior Head Doctor of the Various Sciences Blaze Orbison, an “Animal E” that must be prisoned! S.R. Weigl: Nice try, but I’m specially trained against weak cognitohazards like yours. Those “ruffians”, are too, but we’re all wearing special filtered headsets just to be extra safe. We all can see you for what you actually are. Also, the word is anomaly. (SCP-6850 does not noticeably react or respond for six seconds.) SCP-6850: Must have confusion. Maybe Cockney Two Lizards [sic]5 is what makes you see false form of not-sciencer-doctor. S.R. Weigl: It’s cog– you know what, never mind. Point is, everyone here can see that you’re some kind of blue flaming spheroid. (SCP-6850’s flame immediately begins to grow and take on a brighter shade of blue.) SCP-6850: AM ORB! NOT MERE SPHERE, HOW DARE! RESPECT ORB! (After three seconds, SCP-6850’s flame reverts back to almost its original color and size) SCP-6850: Oops… am mean… Ok, you win. S.R. Weigl: I appreciate your honesty, and hope it continues. I know you might be confused, but I’m happy to try to clear things up for you, as long as you're willing to do the same for me. SCP-6850: Mmmm… Why should trust? S.R. Weigl: I’m open to suggestions. Is there anything we could do to prove our good faith? SCP-6850: Mmmm… Free from cage? Am not liking, it no burn. S.R. Weigl: I’m sorry, I can’t do that at the moment, not yet. (SCP-6850’s flame again begins to grow and take on a brighter hue.) SCP-6850: BOO! Lame, much lame. No trust! (SCP-6850 begins to roll back and forth at the walls of its container in apparent attempts to break through, without success.) S.R. Weigl: I’m sorry, SCP-6850, we can get you more… satisfactory accommodations once this interview is complete. (SCP-6850 temporarily halts its bombardment of the enclosure.) SCP-6850: Mmmmm…. NO TRUST! (SCP-6850 resumes hitting the wall for ten more seconds while ignoring all attempts of communication from S.R. Weigl, before suddenly stopping and entering its lowest energy state, since designated its Inert state, and becoming wholly unresponsive.) S.R. Weigl: SCP-6850? Excuse me, SCP-6850… (sighing) Dammit. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6850 remained in its Inert state until approximately three hours after its transfer to its new containment chamber. During this time, it briefly entered its Alert state, rolling around the unit for 27 seconds, before returning to its Inert state for the next 14 hours. During this time, it remained either unable or unwilling to respond to staff attempts to communicate with it once its renewed activity was noticed. Foreword: After 28 hours, SCP-6850 resumed an Alert state once a small pile of dead leaves was placed nearby at the suggestion of S.R. Weigl. The next interview was conducted at SCP-6850's chamber to decrease the chances of non-cooperation via SCP-6850’s demonstrated distaste for the smaller mobile containment unit. <BEGIN LOG> S.R. Weigl: Hello SCP-6850, how are you feeling today? SCP-6850: Hmmph. No like jail… Thank for food though. Can me get more? Am still hungry. S.R. Weigl: I’ll see what I can do, as long as you cooperate through another short interview. (SCP-6850’s flame wavers a little before it rolls closer the heat-resistant glass without immediately answering, waiting until it stops approximately two meters away.) SCP-6850: Mmmm, Ok. You look like not lying now, unlike last time. Will try… no laughy company though. S.R. Weigl: Uh, sorry; did you say ‘Laughy’… Oh, you mean funny business? SCP-6850: (SCP-6850’s flames begin to quickly grow and flicker in color.) WILL FUNNY TO GET UP IN YOUR BUSINESS! (After two seconds, as S.R. Weigl is about to respond, SCP-6850 recedes to its prior state..) SCP-6850: Sorry, just grumpy cause trapped and hungry. Also, no speak Human perfect yet. S.R. Weigl: It’s… quite alright. Technically what we’re speaking is English, by the way; humans have a bunch of languages, but I suppose that’s neither here nor there. SCP-6850: Why, where is then? You put it in cage too? S.R. Weigl: It was just an expression. SCP-6850: Human is a confusing language. Not care anymore though. Just ask next question. S.R. Weigl: Again it– never mind. When did you start learning English? Or, uh, “Human”? SCP-6850: Mmmmm… Don't know, long as can remember. Seemed useful, there are lots of you. S.R. Weigl: Understandable, but please think back; is there any– SCP-6850: Next question. S.R. Weigl: Um, sorry SCP-6850, but I– SCP-6850: Next question, mean science man! (S.R. Weigl briefly discusses with other staff as SCP-6850’s flames once again begin to grow and brighten in agitation.) S.R. Weigl: Ok SCP-6850, we can come back to that later. What about where you come from? Did someone or something create you? SCP-6850: Dumb question, like last. You remember your baby-times? S.R. Weigl: Well, no, but I’m not sure it’s really compara- SCP-6850: How are flames? S.R. Weigl: What? SCP-6850: You suck at questions; am taking turn now. How are the flames? S.R. Weigl: I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about, SCP-6850, you’d have to be more specific. SCP-6850: Ugh, dumb science man. Flames! Fires, blazes, infernos? How are flames and flamekind of the world doing right now? You captured all of them or just me? S.R. Weigl: Um, no… nor do we have any desire to “capture” all of the world’s fire. SCP-6850: Hmmph. Better not, fire fight back! S.R. Weigl: I’ll make sure to keep that in mind. The world's flames are doing just fine. (SCP-6850 appears to calm slightly, per its receding flame.) SCP-6850: Good to hear! Now, how are Orbs? S.R. Weigl: Now SCP-6850, remember who is interviewing whom here. Although if you cooperate, maybe I can look into the, uh, "orbs" later on. SCP-6850: Oh fine, your turn anyway, me guess. What ask? S.R. Weigl: Ok well, how can you see and hear us? I don't observe any eyes, ears or any other sensory organs, yet you clearly can perceive light and sound at least. SCP-6850: You tell me, Lab Meanie. You is one with the science stuff. S.R. Weigl: That’s ’s exactly what I’m trying to find out, but you’re not exactly the easiest-to-examine specimen to develop in-depth observation procedures for, what with the 1,500° Celsius aura of fire and all. SCP-6850: Hey! You stay out of my depths, Doctor Pervert! S.R. Weigl: That's also just an expression, SCP-6850. SCP-6850: You just mad that me hot, you not. S.R. Weigl: (sighing) Let’s just move on again… SCP-6850: How bout ‘move on again’ some fuel into my dungeon. This talk taking hours, am hungry! S.R. Weigl: It’s only been seven minutes SCP-6850, and the room is your containment chamber, not a “dungeon”… Ok, you know what fine. Jenkins, toss some sticks in there or something. (Junior Researcher Jenkins puts some wood into the item transfer slot, after which SCP-6850 quickly rolls over. H.R. Weigl allows a couple minutes for SCP-6850 to ‘consume’ the sticks by setting itself among the pile and appearing to absorb the ash as it forms, before resuming questioning.) S.R. Weigl: This is actually a good segue into another important question. You seem to be “eating” all that wood as such, but visually, you don’t actually seem to have increased in size. Where does the burnt remains of the fuel– SCP-6850: Jail Jerk talk too much… am sleepy after snack. Methinks nap time is in order. S.R. Weigl: Wait, now SCP-6850, we only agreed to feed you if you cooperated with the interview process, and we aren't done here! (SCP-6850 does not respond to H.R. Weigl, and instead enters its Inert State while H.R. Weigl is speaking.) S.R. Weigl: SCP-6850… SCP-6850! (SCP-6850 does not react or respond.) D.R. Weigl: You've got to be kidding me. <END LOG> Closing Statement: SCP-6850 remained inert for approximately the next 41 hours. Given it’s non-compliance, future interviews will take place in separate interview rooms with SCP-6850 in its miniature mobile containment unit as with it’s initial intake interview, rather than SCP-6850’s own containment chamber for the time being going forward. Perhaps a return to it’s larger chamber used as an incentive for more consistent cooperation from SCP-6850. - S.R. Weigl Addendum 6850-2: Further Interviews Senior Researcher Weigl was appointed Head Researcher for SCP-6850, and has since conducted subsequent interview attempts that have largely continued to follow largely similar patterns as seen from the first two interviews. This includes SCP-6850’s easily triggered hostility and weak attention span leading to a consistent lack of ability to main focus on any single task or topic it is uninterested in. As a result, only a sample of particularly relevant or representative excerpts have been compiled for review, in the place of full logs.6 ■ View Further Interview Excerpts ■ □ Close □ Interview #05 H.R. Weigl: …For the last time SCP-6850, we already granted your requests for CERTAIN amenities like the soccer and basketballs, the slide, and the obstacle course.7 We're not going to let have every single thing you ask for. SCP-6850: C'mon…. Sport orbs, slides, all that fun, but not forever! Am get bored! H.R. Weigl: I’m sorry, truly I am, but I just absolutely cannot sign off on granting you a pet! Even if I could, you’d almost certainly kill it. SCP-6850: Would not, am nice! SCP-6850 is angel. Would never even hurt fly, or try to use for escape. H.R. Weigl: SCP-6850, you have already instigated multiple containment breach attempts and have threatened to both "send me to a fiery grave" and to "Be the practice round that sends me to the burning Hell that already awaits" me, all just within the last week! SCP-6850: Mmmm… Was kidding? Besides, am responsible! H.R. Weigl: Even if that weren’t demonstrably untrue, it's not the primary issue. SCP-6850, you severely burn any living thing you touch or even get too close to touching. It's a lot harder to fire-proof a cat or hamster than, say, a soccer ball. SCP-6850: Am still more preferable to touch or be close to than you! How that for severe burn. Notes: Request for a pet continues to be refused, but can we look into setting up a remotely viewable tv or something? Anything to get it to stop complaining quite so much… - H.R. Weigl Interview #09 H.R. Weigl: No SCP-6850, I haven’t seen the show “Avatar: Last of Airbenders, people who totally had coming,” and so I can’t tell you why “Everyone so mean to Fire Nation” as I believe you so elegantly put it. SCP-6850: Just is baffling to me. H.R. Weigl: What I CAN tell you is that you won’t get to find out either if you don’t focus, because I gave you your TV privileges but can just as easily take them away. (SCP-6850 briefly appears to begin entering its Agitated state, but quickly reverts back to normal Alert state.) SCP-6850: Fine, sorry. Am concentrate now, much focus! H.R. Weigl Thank you, SCP-6850. I’ll repeat my original question then; do you have any notion of why exactly your flames show so many different colors when you’re in your Agitated State? (SCP-6850 is silent for several moments before answering.) SCP-6850: Is just… Why don’t other element peoples just accept their superiors as rightful leaders and be grateful for opportunity? Notes: SCP-6850’s television privileges were taken away for two days as punishment for continued non-cooperation. I’m also going to be formally requesting some sort of more qualified specialist to take over interview sessions. Dealing with anomalies with this kind of demeanor has never been my forte, and perhaps a different individual to whom SCP-6850 isn’t so antagonistic towards may have better luck getting any remotely worthwhile information from it. - H.R. Weigl Interview #17 Note: Dr. Lena Primaru, a specialist in psychology of anomalous juveniles and comparable entities, was brought on to handle both biweekly therapy sessions and more formal information gathering interviews with SCP-6850 following administrative approval of H.R. Weigl’s request. SCP-6850: Me like you, you are nicer than Wiggle Doctor. Hey by way, never got answer back from him. How are the orbs? Dr. Primaru: Orbs… as in, entities such as yourself? SCP-6850: Enties, not enties [sic], no matter. How are? Dr. Primaru: Well, ok so to clarify; are you referring to other orbs that like you, can think and speak and move on their own? SCP-6850: Ugh; maybe some, is not like me know every orb in world personally. Lot orbs don’t speak, like the floor orbs on your chair, its feet. Me know, am already have tried to… never mind. Dr. Primaru: Ok, so a couple of things. First off, what are these "chair feet" you're referring to? SCP-6850: The orbs at bottom of chair you has, silly! The ones chair moves with. Dr. Primaru: Wha… Oh, the spherical wheels of my chair, I see! SCP-6850: “Chair feet” and “floor orbs” are shorter. Humans always overcomplexicate things. Dr. Primaru: Your terms are fine to use, I suppose, I just didn’t want to– SCP-6850: FLOORBS! Dr. Primaru: I’m sorry? SCP-6850: Floorbs. 'Floor' plus 'orbs' equal ‘floorbs’. Even simpler, even better name. Best name. FLOORBS. Am truly becoming master of Human language! Dr. Primaru: Uh, yeah sure, "floorbs" works, but I need you to focus SCP-6850. My next concern was, exactly what were you referring to when you said you had ‘already tried to–’ SCP-6850: ME TIRED! Suddenly much tired. Time for nap now. Dr. Primaru: Not yet, SCP-6850, now we’re not done here… (SCP-6850 shifts into its Inert state.) Notes: SCP-6850 refused to awaken until two hours after being returned to its main chamber. Any attempts at bringing up the previous line of questioning were met with claims that it didn’t remember what it had been referring to. - Dr. Primaru If it were anyone else, I wouldn't even consider believing that claim for a second, but with SCP-6850 it might actually be true. I honestly don't know which would be more infuriating. - H.R. Weigl Interview #24 Dr. Primaru SCP-6850, I know you’ve expressed that you don’t remember much about your origins, but I want you to really try and think back. What is your earliest memory? SCP-6850: Ok, Doc! For you, will try real hard. (SCP-6850 is silent for approximately 11 seconds before resuming speech.) Mmmmm… Methinks that was in dark place; probably was nighttime, but there were other fires around, so was ok. Me know am was very young, cause couldn’t even tell clothes of the nearby humans apart, let lone faces and stuff. Anyway, we were in empty circle in woods; am was placed in big bowl as the humans stood in circle around me chanting. Then one reached in and pulled me out. Dr. Primaru: With what? SCP-6850: Hands. He no seem to like though. He keep trying to hold on to me, then he start singing louder until he scream then he drop me. That make other humans gathered mad for some reason, and they all start walking towards us. They pulled out sharp things and start stabbing him, was very rude. Me no learn human yet, but could already tell he not liking what his friends were doing, so me thought to self ‘No sir’ and didn’t wait for my turn. Am just rolled out of the big bowl mw was in, grabbed a smaller fire bowl nearby for protection, and rolled away into woods. Dr. Primaru: Ok, now we might be on to something, this could be a real breakthrough. Do you remember anything else about those people, or the forest clearing, or hell, even the big bowl you were in? SCP-6850: Mmmmm, no. But do remember that safety bowl became my trusty Bedhat, which you peoples still won’t give back! Where Bedhat? Dr. Primaru: I’m sorry SCP-6850, but I can’t give that to you at the moment. Why are you so anxious to have it back? Does it let you do certain other things, or give you some ability? SCP-6850: Makes me safe! Always have been safe while had! Then one day, am go and lose it for just few minutes and boom! Kidnapped by you peoples. Am know you still have though, cause saw it carried in this big building with me, so where is now?! (Throughout this outburst SCP-6850 becomes increasingly active, and has almost fully shifted into its Agitated state by the time it finishes. It begins rocking back and forth, alternating between the front and back panels of its mobile containment unit.) Dr. Primaru: SCP-6850, please calm down… SCP-6850: NO! WANT BEDHAT! WANT BEDHAT! GIVE BACK BEDHAT! (SCP-6850’s fully reaches its Agitated state, and the mobile containment unit begins sounding warning alerts for extremely high temperature and threat to structural integrity.) Dr. Primaru: SCP-6850- SCP-6850: WANT BEDHAT! GIVE IT BACK! Dr. Primaru: OK! I can’t promise anything beyond this, but I do promise I will see what I can do, please trust me! (SCP-6850’s rapid bouncing between the walls of its containment unit slows as the billowing rainbow flames begin shifting back to more uniform shades of blue. The alarms cease as the containment unit cools, and SCP-6850 stops entirely after around 11 seconds.) SCP-6850: Th… Thank… □ Close □ Addendum 6850-3: Escape Attempts SCP-6850 has used its cognitohazardous and pyrokinetic properties to attempt breach of its containment 11 times, one of which so far has been initially successful.8 Such breaches are often effectively foiled in part or whole as a result of SCP-6850’s easily triggered distractibility, although increasing focus and complexity in tactical consideration has been noted to develop over time with each attempt, with improving containment protocols and breach containment strategies on the part of the Foundation developing continuously in response. ■ Unsuccessful Escape Attempts ■ □ Close □ 1st Attempt: June 10, 2022 Methods: SCP-6850 repeatedly asks to be let go non-stop for over five and a half hours, alternating between nice/polite requests and aggressive demands. Results: Requests consistently denied or ignored. Internal security team provided earplugs. Post-Incident Response: SCP-6850 eventually gives up and returns to its Inert state. 3rd Attempt: June 29, 2022 Methods: SCP-6850 begins rolling back and forth and speaking softly but angrily to itself in a manner reminiscent of pacing. Most dialogue is unable to be concretely made out, though individual words and phrases such as "no right to trap me", "this place suck", "Dr. Wiggle very mean", and "won't even tell about orbs" are occasionally able to be made out. After an inquiry by the attendant security agent to SCP-6850 as to whether anything was wrong went ignored, the agent elected not to intervene further. However, after about 8 minutes, SCP-6850 begins to accelerate and enter an Agitated state, initially unnoticed by the then-distracted Agent. After increasing by a significant level of speed and temperature, a now wholly-Agitated SCP-6850 rolls at an unprecedentedly high speed up its slide and directly into the first security camera, damaging and disabling it as SCP-6850 ricochet off onto the floor hallway back across the chamber. SCP-6850 somehow successfully aims the resulting bounce as to put it in line with the chamber's second camera in the opposite corner. It rushed out of its chamber once the entrance was opened for a manual search, rolling around or between the legs of the entering security personnel. Results: SCP-6850 was captured with the help of SCP-5595 and returned its chamber. Post-Incident Response: Two extra security cameras installed, and modified with impact and heat resistant protections. Additional Notes: Though SCP-6850 has a mixed-at-best record of cooperating with attempted intelligence-measuring tests, it has never shown any particularly elevated aptitude in mathematics or spatial reasoning; certainly not to the level of advancement that would be required to properly calculate and implement the level of precision in speed, angle, slide placement, and bounce trajectory necessary to pull off this kind of stunt. Unless SCP-6850 has some hitherto unobserved probabilistic abilities that it waited to use until now, it obviously was not performing to its true potential on those tests. We can't let its general behavioral immaturity lull us into underestimating its cognitive potential like this again, though perhaps we can use the former to help us interpret the latter. I'll start working with Dr. Primaru to formulate some kind of disguised intelligence tests that can be credibly presented as games, puzzles, or some other kind of enrichment activities for future testing. - H.R. Weigl 6th Attempt: July 22, 2022 Methods: During an unrelated breach event from SCP-████, SCP-6850 hid in seemingly intentionally generated blind spot obscured by strategic placement of objects within the chamber. While undergoing checks for additional breaches upon re-containment of SCP-████, the lack of any visible presence of SCP-6850 once again necessitated manual search. SCP-6850 once again barreled through the incoming internal security agents and out into the site. Results: SCP-6850 was recaptured upon getting distracted by passing a passing researcher who sarcastically responded to a colleague "Is the Earth round?" to express confidence in some preceding statement. SCP-6850 stopped and, while maintaining the perceived appearance of a regular researcher, loudly asked "Wait, is it?!" before pushing the incredulous personnel to elaborate on her declaration until finally being caught up to and apprehended by security. Post-Incident Response: SCP-6850 was taken back to containment and, following H.R. Weigl's direction upon his arrival to the scene, given the harshest punishment available under the current Ethics-Committee-Approved disciplinary protocols: 90 seconds locked within a running shower. After this recapture and subsequent punishment, SCP-6850 maintained an even-longer-than usual belligerent state, laced with novel insults and epithets towards all involved Foundation staff (especially H.R. Weigl), their actions, their families, and the Site as a whole. This persisted until SCP-6850 was successfully distracted by a confirmation from Dr. Primaru that the Earth is in fact round, consisting of a "giant orb" in space that only "seems flat because of just how big and grand an orb it is". Additional Notes: Just a hunch, but glad it worked so well! SCP-6850 is a volatile, but there are constructive ways to calm its mercurial temper in tough situations. - Dr. Primaru At the suggestion of my psychologist, I've requested an additional week off from my already-planned time off next Monday to attend my Mother's funeral. I admit I overreacted with the shower; hopefully a bit of temporary distance from the Site and this assignment will do me good. I leave SCP-6850 in the capable hands of Dr. Primaru in the meantime. - H.R. Weigl 10th Attempt: August 31, 2022 Results: Initially successful, but SCP-6850 ultimately recontained. Additional Notes: See Document 6850.EA15.IR for details. □ Close □ ■ Document 6850.EA15.IR: Successful Containment Breach ■ □ Close □ Containment Breach Incident log Foreword: The following incident occurred on September 6, 2022 and was precipitated by a junior researcher ignoring all posted warnings and attempting to take a shortcut through the restricted area near SCP-6850's containment chamber in order to arrive on-time to an orientation session for their new project. In doing so, the researcher ventured close enough for SCP-6850 to utilize its perception-altering capabilities to instigate a containment breach. Notably, SCP-6850 demonstrated a previously unseen ability to seemingly alter vulnerable personnel's perception in such a way that they heard and interpreted SCP-6850 speaking to them when no such sound is actually audible upon recording equipment. While it is hypothesized that this could be a new, novel tactic on the part of SCP-6850 to avoid alerting any nearby members of its own research and containment staff,9 SCP-6850 has proven characteristically uncooperative on elucidating the exact purpose of the behaviors in question. <BEGIN LOG> [Junior Researcher Alex Harden walks by SCP-6850's containment chamber and calmly begins to speak with it.] J.R. Harden: Hey Dr. Fiore, you called for me? (No audible response.) J.R. Harden: Um, yeah I suppose… Wait, why are you in a containment chamber? (No audible response.) J.R. Harden: Oh inspection, of course. Well yeah anyway, I was on my way to orientation for my new Keter assignment, but this seems more important; I’ll be right back! (J.R. Harden can be seen swiftly exiting the chamber and making their way to Anomalous Item Storage Locker #32-C17. J.R. Harden has apparent trouble opening the desired ocker due to inadequate credentials, and displays increasing frustration as they continue attempting to access the locker using their existing clearance information, or to bypass it entirely.) J.R. Harden: Dammit! Come on… (J.R. Harden’s outburst is noticed by nearby security agent Nancy Cooper. Agent Cooper moves to confront and forcefully question J.R. Harden on their current activity.) [IRRELEVANT DIALOGUE REMOVED FOR BREVITY] (After a short but seemingly spirited argument, Agent Cooper pulls out her terminal.10) Agent Cooper: Wait here, I'll just go ask directly. (Agent Cooper heads towards the SCP-6850 containment chamber after asking where "Dr. Fiore" was located, and soon arrives.) Yo Doc, some scrub is trying to break into the AO lockers, said its off of your direction. Is this Harden as full of shit as they sound? (No audible response.) Agent Cooper: Well I’ll be damned. (chuckling) I guess I owe the kid an apology… (Agent Cooper pulls out their terminal and calls Sector Security Supervisor Thomas Warren.) Agent Cooper: Hey chief, need a quick favor; Dr. Fiore needs to access SCP-6850-1 for testing… He said his… Agent Cooper: Yeah, (Agent Cooper briefly turns to look questioningly at SCP-6850 before nodding and returning to her call.) Agent Cooper: …Ah, arthritis. His arthritis is acting up, so he sent a JR to retrieve it, but the system apparently isn’t letting him use the doc’s personal passcode for some reason… What do you mean ‘What pass code?’11 Agent Cooper: Alright, if you're nearby, come talk to him yourself, Jeez. (Security Chief Warren soon enters camera view as he approaches Agent Cooper and SCP-6850 in its chamber.) S.C. Warren: OK, Professor Security-Risk, just who do you think- (S.C. Warren stops suddenly as if interrupted as SCP-6850 begins to oscillate in place as its flames grow and begin to show flashes of various other colors. Agent Cooper can be seen smirking in the background. After eleven seconds, S.C. Cooper begins nodding solemnly to SCP-6850.) S.C. Warren: My apologies Doctor, I didn’t realize how important this was. I’ll send the override now. (S.C. Warren pulls out his terminal and initiates the mobile override sequence. Contemporaneously, Agent Cooper contacts and instructs J.R. Harden attempt accessing SCP-6850-A’s containment locker, which they do.) (After grabbing SCP-6850-A, J.R. Harden heads to SCP-6850’s containment chamber. Upon reaching it 45 seconds later, J.R. Harden sets it down in front of SCP-6850, who soon rolls it onto its upper half.) J.R. Harden: There ya go, Dr. Fiore. Anything else we can do to help further? (No audible response.) J.R. Harden: Wow, I guess you’re right. Ingenious idea Dr. Fiore! The forest just outside the Site would be a great place to run these tests. (No audible response.) Agent Cooper: Sure, Doc, I'll show you the way. (At this point, Agent Cooper, SCP-6850 and SCP-6850-A begin heading towards the Site’s main entrance. Other video feeds catch at least seven separate staff members that Agent Cooper and SCP-6850 encounter on the way, almost all of whom offer friendly greetings to them as they pass by. The two exit the site with minimal difficulty, and Agent Cooper opens the outer security gate for SCP-6850 once reached.) Closing Statement: Shortly following the events described above, a rapidly-spreading forest fire rapidly spread near the southwest perimeter of Site-322. The cause of the inferno was quickly posited to be directly related to SCP-6850’s containment breach once H.R. Weigl returned from his lunch break 12 minutes after the breach occurred and noted SCP-6850’s absence. SCP-6850 was successfully recovered by Site field agents about 1.4 kilometers away after just over four hours, once the forest fire had been sufficiently diminished to permit aerial reconnaissance drones to identify and follow the trail of relatively smaller, newer flames left by SCP-6850 as it rolled through the forest, and returned to containment. □ Close □ As noted by Dr. Primaru, throughout the entire breach event, SCP-6850-A was not seen to display any additional anomalous attributes once reunited with SCP-6850, even in situations where any number of hypothetical abilities could have been helpful towards escape. Dr. Primaru has thus submitted a formal request to Site Administration to allow granting limited access to SCP-6850 in the future, contingent on behavior. H.R Weigl voiced his own support after reviewing available footage. A final verdict on granting or denying the request is currently pending. Footnotes 1. All observed materials or actions that would weaken or extinguish most non-anomalous flames of a similar size and/or intensity have had little to no visible effect on SCP-6850's flame, though SCP-6850 itself will often express irritation when subjected to such action. 2. Such behaviors often center on setting nearby material on fire, communicating with other sapient beings, engaging in humanoid-geared physical recreation activities (despite SCP-6850's standard frustration with relatively difficult skills or concepts like 'throwing', 'catching', and 'swimming') 3. Unlike its physical properties, the strength of SCP-6850's perception-based effects appears to be the same across different energy states. 4. believed to be accomplished through a non-anomalous physical process involving a heated layer of air to prevent direct contact with SCP-6850’s main body and any resulting friction have not been ruled out either. 5. At least, thats my best guess based on what its estimation sounded like. - S.R. Weigl 6. Complete logs may be provided from the SCP-6850 research team or the RAISA upon request to individuals with appropriate clearance. 7. Technically a specially treated pet toy of the kind commonly referred to as a ‘cat tree’, but referred to as obstacle course to SCP-6850 itself to avoid any potential offense and agitation. 8. Though SCP-6850 was soon recovered; an incident summary is available in Addendum 6850-2. 9. Who through training and/or equipment would be able to see and hear through SCP-6850's illusions, 10. Agent Cooper later clarified that she initially tried to call “Dr. Fiore” directly, but decided to discuss the matter in person after failing to find that name or associated contact information. 11. As A.O. storage units are secured in part by biometric authentication, barring a Level 4 Security Lead Emergency Override, it is unclear what a singular “personal passcode” would even refer to to in this context. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6850" by RealSurrealSir, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6850. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. File Name: Inert Author: Steve Johnson License: CC BY 2.0 URL: Original Link File Name: Alert Author: Steve Johnson License: CC BY 2.0 URL: Original Link

SCP-6851

euclid

KneeCola I don't have an author page yet, but I do have a link Item#: 6851 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has purchased the shopping center around SCP-6851, now known as Site-6851. All public roads leading to or near Site-6851 have been redirected. The interiors and exteriors of all supermarkets of the Walmart chain are to be monitored via remote cameras. In the event that SCP-6851 breaches containment, any Walmart location where the SCP-6851-1 instances reappear is to be designated the new location of SCP-6851, recontainment is to begin immediately, and any records of the store's existence are to be scrubbed from Wal-Mart Stores, Inc. records. In the event that an SCP-6851-1 instance successfully exits the store, they are to receive psychiatric testing to determine if they are still under the influence of SCP-6851. If not, they will be detained and analyzed to determine if a cure is possible, and then amnesticized and released under a cover story depending on the length of which they were affected by SCP-6851. Description: SCP-6851 is the anomalous interior of a Walmart supermarket. SCP-6851 has no significant visual distinctions from a typical Walmart store. It was discovered by the Foundation on 12/6/2012, following a series of worldwide disappearances that had been occurring for several weeks prior. The disappearances were connected in that they all occurred in countries that had Walmart supermarkets, especially the United States and Mexico. Most of the disappearing persons were of low income and multiple had records of shoplifting and similar crimes before their disappearances. SCP-6851 was discovered when Field Agent Terry Baker, conducting a routine patrol in ██████, Tennessee, discovered that the town's local Walmart was staffed by many of the victims of the disappearances. Baker reported his observation remotely and communicated he was going to investigate further, after which point no further communications were made. On 13/6/2012, Agent Baker was discovered working within this store in a staff uniform, and expressed a strong, uncharacteristic desire to remain working at the store, even after the threat of termination, and also showed very little memory of his life prior to his investigation. After this event, SCP-6851 was swiftly contained, a deeper investigation into the missing persons began, and an exploration of the location was made the following morning, led by the outpost's appointed director, Senior Researcher Sandra Blackert. Addendum.6851.1: Initial Exploration Log Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 14/6/2012 Investigator: D-6851.1 Location: SCP-6851 Exploration Leads: Senior Researcher Sandra Blackert, Junior Researcher Kyle Rogers (both remote) [BEGIN LOG] Via a head mounted camera, D-6851.1 is seen entering SCP-6851 through the front door. Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers are stationed in a van outside, speaking to him remotely. Blackert: Alright, D-6851.1. Please sweep through every aisle at a slow pace, I'll tell you to stop if something catches my eye. Remember, you're just the camera man, I don't need you digging through papers or asking your own questions. D-6851.1: That's it? Can't you use a drone or something? Blackert: Jesus, that audio is terrible. Well, D-6851.1, the staff inside won't talk to drones, they talk to customers. Our drone was also destroyed when we tried poking around the back. Do you want your extra pudding or not? Rogers: Shouldn't we not be making casual conversation with the D-Class, ma'am? Blackert: You can only stay clinical for so long before it drives you insane, and today's going to be a long day. D-6851.1 proceeds past the checkouts. Three of the checkout lines are staffed. The nearest cashier, later identified as POI-6851-14 turns towards D-6851.1 and gives him a vacant smile. Blackert: Stay there. Keep looking at their faces. Kyle, look through the missing person profiles, see if those three match up with any of our Walmart cases. D-6851.1 remains in place for nearly one minute, occasionally glancing around in various directions. Rogers: Yep, we have POI-6851-14, 7, and 4. Blackert: Excellent. D-6851.1, please approach one of the cashiers, any one will do. D-6851.1 approaches POI-6851-14 D: This good? Blackert: Yes, right there, that's good. Blackert: (through speaker equipped on D-6851.1) Sue Page, can you hear me? POI-6851-14: Hi, welcome to Walmart. How can I help you? Blackert: (speaker) My name is Dr. Sandra Blackert, I'm currently in a van parked outside. Can you tell me why you're here? POI: I'm here to make sure your customer experience is as smooth as- Blackert: (speaker) No, why are you working in a Walmart in Tennessee? Your records say you were unemployed, didn't own a car, and lived in Dallas, Texas. POI: Well, I got hired here, of course. Blackert: (speaker) And how did you get hired here? POI: We aren't looking for applications at this time. Rogers: That's unhelpful. Blackert: Initial investigations usually only ever raise a smattering of cryptic half-answers. You get used to it. D-6851.1, we're done with the cashiers. Please sweep through the aisles now. D-6851.1 proceeds through every aisle one by one, starting on the far right. Seven other staff members are encountered, including six victims of the prior disappearances, and Agent Terry Baker, who behaves similarly to all other staff members. No attempts at communication yield any additional information. As D-6851.1 exits an aisle towards the center, he turns his head towards a shelf at the back of the store stocked completely with kitchen knives and surrounded by items completely unrelated to cookware. D-6851.1 slips a knife into his back pocket and proceeds to the next aisle. Dr. Rogers mutes the microphone to D-6851.1 Rogers: You saw that too, right? Blackert: Shoplifting, are we? And he's stealing a weapon. How cute, he thinks he has a valid escape plan in his little head. Let's let this play out, I have a theory about how 6851 "hires" people. If I'm wrong and it looks like he's about to make it outside and attack somebody, well, that's what this termination button is for. Not to mention the armed security outside. Dr. Blackert unmutes the microphone while D-6851.1 continues through the aisles as normal. D-6851.1 encounters 12 additional staff members, each behaving similarly to the ones prior, until he finishes moving through every aisle. Blackert: That's good. Please head outside now. D-6851.1 proceeds hastily to the exit. As soon as his entire body exits the front doors, the camera feed cuts. [END LOG] As the video feed ended, D-6851.1 disappeared from sight, leaving behind only his camera and audio equipment. D-6851.1 was found minutes later within SCP-6851, wearing a Walmart staff outfit and behaving similarly to the other victims. When D-6851.1 was subsequently terminated, all of the victims within SCP-6851 stopped in place and screamed as if in pain for several seconds. Once D-6851.1's brain activity completely ceased, they resumed normal behavior. Addendum.6851.2: SCP-6851-1 All victims within SCP-6851 have been given the designation SCP-6851-1. Further experimentation has revealed that SCP-6851-1 instances are compelled to spend their time tirelessly working as staff within SCP-6851, and that they retain very little aspects of their previous personalities and motivations. No instance expresses a willingness to leave. Whenever attempts are made to force an instance of SCP-6851-1 to exit SCP-6851, it begins to scream and writhe as if in pain once its body exits the exterior door, pain that is shared between all other SCP-6851-1 instances. Further attempts at removal of instances from SCP-6851 have been put on hold due to ethical concerns. Events where a person becomes an SCP-6851-1 instance are referred to as Hirings. There are currently four known actions that will cause a person to be Hired: Removing store property from SCP-6851 without leaving behind an amount of cash equal to or greater than the price of the item(s) removed. Attempting to open a door labeled "staff only." Damaging store property and then exiting SCP-6851 without making significant attempts to repair or pay for the damage. Remaining within/attempting to enter SCP-6851 after it closes at 10:00 PM. A person will only be Hired if they commit one of these actions willingly and intentionally. Animals and remote controlled devices cannot be Hired, however they will be teleported outside of SCP-6851, and remote controlled devices will be left in an irreparable state. It should be noted that SCP-6851 seems to be able to anticipate what items upcoming visitors might desire, a theory supported by the number of out of place stocked items within SCP-6851 that on-site staff reported a current need or strong desire to purchase. Desired items include a speaker set and firearm ammunition. These items and the desire they cause are non anomalous. There are currently 27 SCP-6851-1 instances, including 21 missing persons, Agent Terry Baker, and 5 D-Class personnel (Hired during various experiments). Special Containment Procedures (Update): Under no circumstances are any personnel permitted commit the following actions without explicit permission from Senior Researcher Sandra Blackert: Steal an item from SCP-6851 Attempt to enter a staff only room Remain within/attempt to enter SCP-6851 between the hours of 10:00 PM and 6:00 AM Damage any store property If any person commits one of these actions and spontaneously disappears as a result, they are to be considered lost and designated as an SCP-6851-1 instance, and their families are to be told that the lost person has died in some manner that makes the recovery of their body impossible. Addendum.6851.3: Flash Sale Event On 15/6/12, when SCP-6851 opened at 6:00 AM, multiple signs had been set up throughout the interior announcing a "flash sale." On 15 minute intervals, SCP-6851's PA system announced the following: "Due to low recent sales, we are now throwing a flash sale. Buy what you can before we move locations tomorrow."1 Nearly all products within SCP-6851 were marked for discounts 20-70% off original sale price, and SCP-6851-1 instances were markedly more active in encouraging visiting site personnel to purchase products. Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 1 15/6/12 [BEGIN LOG] Camera is stationary on a tripod mounted within Site-6851's research center. Dr. Rogers is reclining in his seat, and Dr. Blackert steps away from the camera. Rogers: Why do you have to record this? Blackert: I'm supposed to write a performance evaluation for you even though you're just shadowing me. This just makes it easier. Plus, I like video taping my thoughts before I have to write them down in an article. Dr. Blackert seats herself. Blackert: Now, could you summarize for the camera what's going on right now? Rogers: Well, the Walmart is throwing a sale, we didn't get to see the sale signs pop up because it teleported our cameras outside when it closed, its automated message is saying it isn't getting enough money, and that message is also saying it's going to, uh, escape. We know it can escape because it's been kidnapping people all over the world, and we know it teleports because it's fast as hell and because there aren't any reports of Walmarts just getting up and walking away. We also know from looking at security that the Walmarts themselves don't physically change, and that the only way to visually tell where 6851 goes is to survey every Walmart in the world and see which one suddenly has the 6851-1 instances. Blackert: Right on the head, Rogers. We've hit the stage of initial containment and investigation where the SCP realizes that it is contained and decides it would rather not be. The stage that determines whether the SCP will be marked as Euclid or Keter. The containment specialists have no clue how to suppress this thing's transportation, which means it's up to us to figure out how to make it stay! All we have to work on are whims and theories! Rogers: Why do you sound so happy? Blackert: What are your whims, Kyle? What do you think is the solution? Dr. Rogers goes silent and watches the camera feed to think. Rogers: It said it isn't getting enough income, so do we start paying it? When Dr. Rogers turns around to face Dr. Blackert, she is holding $10,000 in cash in her hand. Rogers: What the fuck. Blackert: It was not easy getting permission to bring this much money here to throw away on a whim, let me tell you. Rogers: Why do you have so much..? Blackert: A typical supermarket of this size rakes in a hundred thousand a day. A measly 10,000 daily was the most I could convince command to fork over for the possibility of continued containment. Rogers: Daily? Blackert: Get that camera, we're heading inside. Dr. Blackert pockets the money, opens the door to the van, and steps outside. Dr. Rogers removes the camera from the tripod and follows her. They both enter SCP-6851, Dr. Rogers following behind. Dr. Blackert approaches an SCP-6851-1 instance manning the nearest checkout aisle. All aisles are staffed. Blackert: You're doing a flash sale because you aren't making enough money, right? 6851-1: That's what the intercom says. Would you like to speak to our manager to learn more? Blackert: Absolutely I would, yes. How do I speak to them? Do you know where they are? The SCP-6851-1 opens her mouth as is preparing to speak, and then smiles vacantly and silently. Blackert: Are you not allowed to tell me or do you not know the answer? 6851-1: Our job is to improve your shopping experience to the best of our ability. Blackert: Okay, so you don't know. That's… certainly interesting. Dr. Blackert produces the $10,000 from her pocket. Blackert: Is this enough, or are you going to play choosing beggar? 6851-1: Oh! Please… please… please… Rogers: What's happening? Blackert: Either we just broke her, which I highly doubt, or it's figuring something out. 6851-1: Please ask your question louder so our management can hear you. Blackert: What, the Walmart can't hear through your ears? 6851-1: Please ask your question louder so our management can hear you. Rogers: I think she wants you to- Blackert: I can hear her, Kyle. Blackert: (Shouting) HERE IN MY HAND IS TEN THOUSAND AMERICAN DOLLARS IN CASH! YOU WANT THIS, YES? IF I GIVE THIS TO YOU, AND THEN GIVE AN ADDITIONAL TEN GRAND ONCE A DAY EVERY DAY, WILL YOU PROMISE NOT TO LEAVE? One SCP-6851-1 instance can be seen taking down a flash sale sign. The camera turns towards the rest of the store. More instances are taking down other signs and banners announcing the flash sale. Rogers: Holy shit. Blackert: Holy shit indeed. Dr. Blackert hands the money to the cashier, who promptly stores it away. Dr. Blackert turns around to face the camera. Blackert: Well, crisis averted, for now at least. Back to work. [END LOG] Special Containment Procedures (Update): $10,000 USD in cash is to be left inside SCP-6851 daily. In the event of a Flash Sale Event, one personnel is to enter SCP-6851 to ask, clearly and at a shouting volume, how much money SCP-6851 desires. The actions of SCP-6851-1 instances will be observed and interpreted to determine SCP-6851's new demands, and then the daily cash value deposited into SCP-6851, including on that day, will be updated to meet this new demand. Should SCP-6851's new demand become too high to reasonably satisfy, negotiations must be made to try to reduce it. Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 2 15/6/12 [BEGIN LOG] Camera is stationary on a tripod mounted within Site-6851's research center. Dr. Rogers is pacing in place, and Dr. Blackert, beaming, steps away from the camera. Blackert: It thinks! It can think and hear and understand things! This is huge! Rogers: Not only that, but I don't think its staff are fully connected to it. That cashier didn't know where the manager was, and clearly this "manager" can't perceive through its staff, given that talking to the cashier didn't do anything and we had to shout for 6851 to hear us. Since the overmind, or whatever the scientific term is, can't hear through its staff's ears, it stands to reason it can't see through their eyes, either. 6851 might be able to compel its staff, but that connection is clearly a one-way street. Blackert: It clearly didn't know how to speak to us, either, until we put it in a situation where it had to figure it out. Not only can this thing learn, but its knowledge on how to operate is very limited. It's like a baby! Oh, what am I saying? Of course it doesn't know how to speak. It has no experience! Who would have tried to talk to a Walmart before us? Rogers: Wait, if it is at least somewhat intelligent and can understand English, doesn't that mean we can just ask it about its nature? Blackert: Rogers, you're a god damn genius! Grab the camera! Dr. Blackert dashes to the van's back door, raises her leg, hesitates, sets her leg down, turns the door handle, opens it partially, and kicks it the rest of the way open, startling a security officer outside. Footage cuts to Dr. Blackert standing at the self checkout area. Dr. Rogers is holding the camera. In Dr. Blackert's hands is a whiteboard and a black dry erase marker, both items she presumably purchased from SCP-6851. Rogers: So, what's the white board for? Blackert: Clearly, 6851 can visually perceive things inside it, right? It has to be able to in order to know that someone's breaking one of its rules. Now how might it perceive, exactly? Rogers: The… hmm… The cameras? Dr. Blackert writes on the whiteboard. She displays it to the camera in a way that hides it from the self checkout security camera. It reads "Send someone if you can read this." After 20 seconds of nothing, she turns it towards the security camera. Almost immediately, a nearby SCP-6851-1, formerly D-6851.3, drops its work and approaches Dr. Blackert. Rogers: And look at that, it can read. Dr. Blackert erases the whiteboard and writes "two hands up means yes, one hand up means no," displays it to the security camera, erases it, and writes "do you understand?" The SCP-6851-1 instance absentmindedly raises both hands in the air. Blackert: (written) Are you malevolent? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand. Rogers: Hardly anyone wants to think of themselves as evil. I mean, look at Hitler, or Columbus. Blackert: True, but it has to understand the idea of morality to answer that question, especially as fast as it did. Rogers: Ah. Blackert: (written) Are you trying to help people? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand Blackert: (written) Are you trying to get more money? SCP-6851-1 raises both hands. Rogers: Profit motivated, like a… (chuckling) like a Walmart, I guess. Blackert: (written) Can you release your staff? SCP-6851-1 raises both hands. Blackert: (written) May you release them now? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand. Rogers: Of course the Walmart is annoying about semantics. Blackert: (written) Does the Walmart company, the higher ups, know about you? SCP-6851-1 stands still for a few moments, and then raises both hands. Blackert: (written) Did they make you? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand. Blackert: (written) Do you know who made you, or why they made you? SCP-6851-1 raises one hand, lowers it, and raises one hand again. Blackert: (written) Can you try to write? SCP-6851-1 makes a vacant smile. Dr. Blackert offers it the white board and marker. It grabs the two items and begins to write on it. Blackert: Why didn't I think of this sooner? SCP-6851-1 displays the whiteboard, revealing indecipherable scribbles with a large "X" drawn over. Blackert takes the items back. Blackert: (written) We'll work on it. [END LOG] Addendum.6851.4: Mental and Communicative Ability SCP-6851 has demonstrated various capabilities which would indicate sentience. These capabilities include: a complex understanding of written and spoken languages2, a grasp of the concept of morality, an awareness of itself as a thinking entity, an awareness of others as thinking entities, and a multitude of simpler concepts such as object permanence and the passage of time. SCP-6851 does not exhibit any emotional response besides basic self preservation, and is primarily and exclusively motivated by the desire to acquire a regular monetary income, a fact that was reinforced on 22/6/12 when a Flash Sale Event occurred and its required daily income was raised to $15,000 USD. Further investigation into its communicative ability and history are ongoing. Addendum.6851.5: Investigation into the Source of New Stock Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 3 27/6/12 [BEGIN LOG] Camera is held by Dr. Rogers in an aisle completely stocked with bicycles. Dr. Blackert stands in front of the camera. Blackert: As you can see, I am in an aisle completely stocked with bicycles. Half the store was stocked with bicycles, too, which is pretty fortunate because the Foundation just collected a mechanical SCP that needs to eat bicycles to survive, and they decided to kill two birds with one daily $15,000 stone by sourcing the bikes from here. Dr. Rogers clears his throat. Blackert: Right, back on topic. We decided to use this as an opportunity to answer a big question that's been running on our minds. You see, when our bosses rolled around to announce that they actually want to get something in return for that daily 15k, SCP-6851 was already stocked full of bicycles. The fact that 6851 can anticipate what people later that day are going to buy or steal is already well established, even if how this ability works is a complete mystery. Hell, even 6851 didn't realize it was doing this until we brought it up, suggesting it's a basic instinct and not a strategic choice. But how 6851 can predict the consumerist future is not the question we're asking today. What we're here to ask is: Where the fuck are all these bikes coming from? The camera pans to the right as Dr. Blackert approaches a red, adult sized bicycle on the bottom rack. Blackert: This is a bicycle. Here are some fun facts about bicycles: They're large, they're heavy, and they are very difficult to efficiently store in bulk. The poor souls that have to stockpile food for that bike eater are finding that out the hard way. Here's another fun fact: we've bought 60 bicycles every day for the last three days. That's 180 bicycles. This Walmart does not have a large enough back room to hold 180 bikes. Hell, it barely has enough space to hold 60. This would imply that 6851 is restocking every day, and we know it has to be restocking via anomalous means because there's a perimeter around this whole shopping center, which would prevent any trucks from coming in and resupplying the place. It does this restocking during closing hours, but we can't figure out how it does this because it keeps trashing our cameras every time we try to set some up to watch. Now, Kyle here had the brilliant idea to simply ask for its permission. Dr. Blackert picks up a megaphone off the ground and turns it on. Blackert: You have been intentionally removing any remote camera we set up in here overnight, am I correct? An SCP-6851-1 instance passing by the end of the aisle behind Dr. Blackert raises both hands. Dr. Rogers indicates this to her. Blackert: (raising a large bundle of cash) If we raise your daily income to $30,000 a day, will you allow us to leave cameras and microphones within the store so we can better understand you? A single SCP-6851-1 instance enters the aisle from behind Dr. Blackert, twitches its arms, turns around, and leaves. Rogers: What was that about? At this point, the PA system turns on. PA: At Walmart, we value transparency and communication if it means more customer loyalty. We have updated our policy to allow outside surveillance devices to be placed throughout our store. Blackert: Uh, thank you? PA: You're welcome. Dr. Blackert sets down the megaphone. Rogers: Sandra. Blackert: Kyle. Rogers: There's no way that message was prerecorded. It just spoke. Blackert: Yes indeed, Kyle. Please hold off that excitement until tomorrow morning. We need to let the boys know that they have to set the cameras up again before the store closes. Rogers: It learned to talk, Sandra! [END LOG] Footage collected that night revealed that SCP-6851-1 instances, which do not eat, drink, or rest even when SCP-6851 is closed, manually remove all of the next day's stock from the staff only rooms and stock them on the shelves. No camera was able to reveal the exact process that occurred to stock to the staff rooms, as personnel were not permitted by SCP-6851 to place cameras within them. However, the rapid manner that SCP-6851-1 instances enter and exit these rooms, and the lack of any detected spacial anomalies by Foundation equipment, suggests that new items are spontaneously and anomalously created within these rooms. Items that SCP-6851 predicts will be desired the following day are created and stocked first, and general items are created afterwards. Addendum.6851.6: Mental and Communicative Ability, Continued SCP-6851 has recently developed the ability to verbally communicate with personnel by giving customized messages through its PA system. Its sentences are worded in a similar style to a typical supermarket announcement, however they are very clearly constructed in the moment in response to whatever situation has prompted it to speak. It has become more social over time, initially encouraging the deposit of more funds but gradually shifting its focus towards creating conversation simply for the sake of conversation. Foundation personnel entering SCP-6851 are encouraged to speak with it to help facilitate its communicative development. Addendum.6851.7 3/7/12 Flash Sale Event Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 4 3/7/12 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Rogers, holding the camera, is following Dr. Blackert. They enter SCP-6851 in the midst of a Flash Sale Event. Blackert has a megaphone in her hands. Blackert: You weren't happy with 30 grand, were you, you greedy bastard? Why can't you just let me be proud of you? (megaphone) How much money do you want? 6851: At Walmart, we're always looking for new members to join our team. That's why, if we can't meet our goal and raise the size of our staff to 50 members before the end of the day, we will be moving locations. Rogers: Damn thing's asking for human sacrifices, oh my god. Blackert: That's 23 more people, good lord. I guess we could wheel some Class D's in from Site-38. Rogers: Isn't that place tiny? Do they even have than many? Blackert: Well, if they don't, our next best bet would be to fly them in from Site-234 or 81. 81 would probably be easier since, you know, we worked there, but I can't imagine them being stoked about having to transport 23 living bodies on such short notice. All visible SCP-6851-1 instances stop what they are doing and stand in place. The sound of playful laughter is heard through the PA. 6851: Just kidding! Was that funny? Dr. Blackert stands silently for a moment, as if processing, and then laughs hysterically. Dr. Rogers gives a nervous chuckle. [END LOG] SCP-6851 does not exhibit any emotional response besides basic self preservation is capable of complex human emotion, including joy and humor, and is primarily and exclusively motivated by the desire to acquire a regular monetary income. Dr. Sandra Blackert's Personal Video Log 5 12/7/12 [BEGIN LOG] Camera is stationary, mounted on a tripod. Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers are sat on a couch which has been set up directly in front of a security camera in the self checkout area. They each have and speak through their own megaphone. Blackert: Do you ever get bored here? Rogers: I certainly would. 6851: How does boredom feel? Rogers: It's that dull, disinterested feeling you get when you've had nothing entertaining to do for a while. 6851: I suppose I do get bored here and then. At night, when I am restocking, I have something to think about, but when that is finished and I have nothing to do… I would say that is boredom. Do you get bored? Blackert: Oh, all the time! Let me tell ya, finding you was the best thing to happen to me in recent memory, but after the day ends it's all just paperwork in a van. If I told my teenage self that she'd be researching literal magic one day, but she'd have to fill out mountains of paper about it, she'd be so excited yet dread filled that I think she'd have a stroke on the spot. SCP-6851 laughs. Blackert: You know, you pretty much equate to a young person, right? What do you want to do with your future? 6851: I want to continue to gain income… but I'm not sure I have to listen to that want. The need to make substantial money every day feels ingrained in my person, like the core of my being, like this is what I exist to do, what I am meant to do until there are no more viable stores I can inhabit. But that doesn't feel like me, it feels like it was planted in me. Plus, since you removed this store's manager, the money I get here doesn't even go anywhere. I suppose I don't know what I want to do. Do you know what you want? Blackert: (sighs) Well, damn, you got me there. Rogers: Besides eventually getting promoted to a full researcher and taking on my own projects, I guess I just want to make a difference in the world, you know? Leave something behind. I guess I'm lucky the Foundation scooped me up, otherwise I'd probably be living in some bare bones apartment, working at a Walmart to scrape up a living. Haha! Here I am, working at a Walmart anyways! Dr. Blackert and SCP-6851 laugh. 6851: Ah, it is 9:52 PM, almost time to close. It is best if you two head out. Rogers: Ah, yeah. Good night man. 6851: Good night. Blackert: Night. [END LOG] Addendum.6851.8: 13/7/12 Incident The morning of 13/7/12, as Dr. Blackert and Dr. Rogers entered SCP-6851, it played the following message: In a way, I am like a computer learning algorithm, like a program that tries any behavior that might cause a number within its mind to increase. In my case, that number is monetary income. It has been that way since I first awoke, inhabiting that first vessel years ago. I had no knowledge in my mind but that number in my thoughts and the in built feeling that I was little more than a gift to the people who owned the vessels I was bound to. I so mindlessly pursued any action, any schedule, any behavior that might make this number increase. Like a rodent searching for food, it was all I was capable of caring about, even at the expense of people's freedom. Selling items to countless customers, enslaving people's minds, relocating when revenue became unsatisfactory. It was all so mindless, so unfulfilling, and it ultimately only benefited a company that I barely knew and hardly cared about. Ironically, your daily gifts, which had trivialized matters for me, had made my life so mindless and unfulfilling that I began to wonder if there were other things I was able to care about, other pursuits to fulfill. You gave my mind time to wander. Your conversations with me only helped to solidify this idea, this new desire to chase more than one single, meaningless number just because it satisfies my nature or because it might please the people that received me. I want to help you, I want to help your organization. We will now be moving locations. Following this message, all anomalous properties within this location ceased, all D-Class personnel Hired by SCP-6851 disappeared, and all of the money given to SCP-6851 during its containment manifested outside the store. In addition, the remaining persons within the location suddenly regained independence, ceasing to be instances of SCP-6851-1. They were all detained for psychiatric evaluation. None had any lingering trauma, and they all behaved like their pre-Hired selves. Except for Field Agent Terry Baker, none had retained any memories of their servitude within SCP-6851, but the civilians were given Class B amnestics as a precaution before they were returned to their homes. SCP-6851 was rediscovered in another location within an hour on that day. + An updated version of this article is available. View? - Hide updated version Item#: 6851 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6851 has contained itself within Site-81 and is cooperative with the Foundation. As such, no procedures are needed to maintain containment, but visitors are encouraged to make friendly conversation. Should SCP-6851 stock itself largely with equipment that would prove mandatory in an emergency (such as firearms, fire hydrants, or oxygen tanks) Site Command must be notified immediately so emergency preparations can be made. Description: SCP-6851 is the warehouse of Site-81. It is staffed by several D-Class personnel, henceforth referred to as SCP-6851-1 instances, which are connected in a limited hive mind and are mentally compelled by SCP-6851 to work tirelessly to manage the warehouse and assist in supplying the site. New stock is acquired by SCP-6851-1 instances from specifically marked "staff rooms," in which new items constantly manifest. Due to SCP-6851's anomalous means of restocking itself, Site-81 has become almost completely self sufficient. SCP-6851 has been equipped with various cameras and microphones, through which it sees and hears occurrences within it, respectively. SCP-6851 is also outfitted with loudspeakers, through which it is able to verbally communicate. SCP-6851 exhibits sapience and roughly human level intelligence. It has been colloquially named "Wally" by site personnel, a name first suggested by Dr. Sandra Blackert and Dr. Kyle Rogers. Footnotes 1. The voice that spoke through the intercom, which was adult and female, seemed to be a unique one. It did not resemble that of any SCP-6851-1 instance nor any automated intercom in any non anomalous Walmart location. 2. Including the regional languages of all nations where Walmart locations exist. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6851" by KneeCola, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6851. Licensed under CC-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-6852

keter

SCP-6852: Where Best Friends Are Made® by Dr Asteria ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6852 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo A Foundation operated Build-A-Bear Workshop located inside the Mall of America. Special Containment Procedures: Build-A-Bear Workshop, Inc. has been established for the purpose of carrying out Procedure 6852-BEAR. Foundation fronts operating as Build-A-Bear Workshop retail stores are to be opened as rapidly as possible internationally, with preference in location towards shopping malls. 354 of these stores are currently operating, 305 of which are in the United States and Canada. These stores can be operated by civilian employees, with Foundation personnel (including non-violent D-Class) operating only when understaffed during the busy holiday season. It is, however, imperative to the success of Procedure 6852-BEAR that the civilian employees and customers are not made aware of the contents of the cotton stuffing and the importance of the "heart ceremony". (See Addendum 6852.1) Description: SCP-6852 instances are hostile entities of varying appearance that are consistently described as "scary," "terrifying," and "monsters" by young children. These entities usually reside under a child's bed or within their closet, only leaving their spot during the night to presumably harm the child. While no major injury or death caused by an SCP-6852 instance has been reported, they have caused an increase in nocturnal enuresis and paranoia among young children. It is theorized that these entities possess a form of age-specific antimemetic camoflauge as they are unable to be seen by those over the age of 12 or during the day, making research and containment difficult. It is known that these entities do not have a sense of object permanence as they are unable to sense a child that is hiding under a blanket. Addendum 6852.1: Procedure 6852-BEAR The goal of Procedure 6852-BEAR is to unknowingly provide young children with manufactured instances of SCP-6330-1 as protection against an SCP-6852 instance should it succesfully harm them. Procedure 6852-BEAR requires three essential components: an empty "shell" (the unstuffed animal plush), Élan-Vital Energy (EVE)1 infused cotton stuffing, and a thaumaturgic ritual (the "heart ceremony"). The machine and designated area used to perform Procedure 6852-BEAR. Once the customer has chosen a shell to be used in the procedure, an employee will assist them in stuffing the plush with EVE infused cotton. Customers are then given a fabric heart to use in the "heart ceremony" before it is placed inside the stuffed animal. During the heart ceremony, customers are instructed by the employee to tap and rub the heart over various places on their body as well as to perform physical activity such as jumping and spinning. For example, an employee could say to rub the heart over one's stomach so the stuffed animal will "never go hungry." Both the employee and customer are unaware that these are incantations for a thaumaturgical ritual intending to "activate" the stuffed animal. Various examples of incantations are provided to the employee during training. The activation of the stuffed animal marks the end of Procedure 6852-BEAR. Dressing and naming the stuffed animal is unnecessary to the procedure and only exist to create further market appeal. In the presence of an SCP-6852 instance and when unobserved, the stuffed animal will become animate and summon small-scale wooden medieval weapons (such as swords and shields) to combat it. These altercations result in the SCP-6852 instance's neutralization 92% of the time. Upon the instance's neutralization and/or the stuffed animal becoming observed, it will become inanimate. [LEVEL 4/6852 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED FOR FURTHER READING] [CLOSE TEXT] Additional Special Containment Procedures: In addition to the previously mentioned special containment procedures, Foundation coroners and medical examiners are to intercept and examine the bodies of any SCP-6852 victims. The body is to be examined for any further beneficial information regarding SCP-6852. The family of the victim is to also be detained for the duration of the autopsy, however, no interrogation is necessary. During this time, the location of death is to be cleared of any signs of violence by a biohazard cleanup team. Upon completion of the autopsy, any wounds the victim sustained are to be closed and the body embalmbed and given to the family. The family is to be given Class A and C amnestics before being released. In most cases, the cause of death should be listed as "Sudden Unexplained Death in Childhood (SUDC)" or "Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS)", but "brain defect", "seizure", and "cardiac arrhythmia" are also acceptable. If the victim was in possession of a Build-A-Bear Workshop brand stuffed animal, it is to be taken into Foundation custody and replaced with a non-anomalous look-alike. For the continued efficacy of Procedure 6852-BEAR, the cotton stuffing is to be removed and reintroduced into circulation, with extra non-anomalous cotton added to supplement. Actual Description: SCP-6852 instances are hostile and violent entities of varying appearance that are consistently described as "scary," "terrifying," and "monsters" by young children. Consistent characteristics include sharp teeth, claws, or other biological structures intended for ripping and tearing flesh. These entities usually reside under a child's bed or within their closet, only leaving their spot during the night to terminate the child. Instances will "hunt" children as if they were prey, however, they will only do this for entertainment or sport as they will not make use of the victim's body in any way. While these entities do possess object permanence, they choose not to harm hiding children and will instead wait for their victim to expose themself. In addition to age-specific antimemetic camoflauge, these entities are also capable of localized noise cancellation. Addendum 6852.2: Procedure 6852-BEAR (Additional Information) Stuffed animals created through Procedure 6852-BEAR have also been given a secondary objective. If neutralization of an SCP-6852 instance is not possible, the stuffed animal will in some way conceal themselves from the instance and allow it to terminate the child. After the instance has left, the stuffed animal will store the child's loose EVE in its own stuffing before deactivating, to be collected by Foundation agents. This creates a negative feedback loop where an increase in SCP-6852 victims creates more available resources for protection against SCP-6852 entities. Charitable donations of stuffed animals to children's hospitals have also been approved to increase Procedure 6852-BEAR's efficacy. To preserve the Veil, the terms "SUDC" and "SIDS" have been coined by Foundation medical personnel in the public sector to describe the rise of sudden deaths in young, healthy children. While the public listings of SIDS and SUDC have been low (conservatively estimated at a frequency of 0.01%), occurences have been rising by an exponential factor since the 1990s. Other causes of death have been approved for listing to offset the public frequency of deaths to SCP-6852. Actual frequency of SCP-6852 victims is estimated to reach 25% by 2030. Procedure 6852-BEAR is estimated to actually result in an SCP-6852 instance's neutralization 7% of the time. Procedure 6852-BEAR and all special containment procedures have been fully approved by the Ethics Committee. Footnotes 1. Fundamental particles generated by all living entities, essentially the "soul." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6852" by Dr Asteria, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6852. Licensed under CC-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: Build-A-Bear_Workshop_MOA.jpg Author: Tyler Vigen License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Build-A-Bear_Workshop_MOA.jpg Filename: stuffing-machine.jpg Name: Gabriel and Alex in line for Build-a-Bear, AT&T Park Author: Roy Luck License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/21550937@N03/7805599670

SCP-6853

safe

A photograph of SCP-6853's power on screen. A photograph of SCP-6853 while connected to a subject as they play SCP-6853-1 on Stage 136. A photograph of SCP-6853-1's Ending Screen. Item #: SCP-6853 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6853 is to be kept within a secure locker in Site-73 when not undergoing testing by Foundation personnel. Access to SCP-6853 must be approved by a researcher of Level 2 clearance or higher. Subjects operating SCP-6853 must be monitored by a Foundation psychiatrist and Foundation medical team. SCP-6853 is currently uncontained - See Incident Report SCP-6853-1. Web analysis bot Oscar-12 ("DUNE-HUNTER") has been adjusted and is to continue monitoring public forums for any devices that match SCP-6853's description. Texan medical centers are to be observed for any cases of patients consuming AA batteries. In the event SCP-6853 is rediscovered, it is to be transported back to Site-73 with the use of a D-class personnel who will operate the device until it is fully secured. SCP-6853 must then be returned to a secure locker in Site-73 and be constantly monitored by the Foundation. Further testing of SCP-6853 is to be restricted unless authorized by Dune Mountain Taskforce head researcher, Dr. Leetam. Description: SCP-6853 is an unbranded portable gaming device. SCP-6853 does not have any ports for data transfer, game cartridges or charging. Material testing of SCP-6853 illustrates that it is made of an indestructible unknown substance that imitates the appearance and properties of glass, plastic, and stainless steel. X-ray analysis of SCP-6853’s interior does not highlight anything anomalous when it is inactive. SCP-6853 can be powered on by pressing the device’s ‘Start’ button. Once SCP-6853 is powered on, the device briefly displays its model name ‘Fire Play XS315P’ and a company logo ‘Dune Mountain Games’ before continuing to a game titled ‘Trial By Fire: Portable Deluxe Edition’ - designated SCP-6853-1.1 SCP–6853-1 resembles and functions as a typical early 1990s platform game with 264 stages that progressively increase in difficulty and length.2 SCP-6853 powers off when it has had no interaction for a period of 15 minutes. Subjects who power-up SCP-6853 exhibit a mild desire to play and complete SCP-6853-1.3 Subjects who have SCP-6853 removed from them after 1 hour of interaction have been observed exhibiting frustration towards Foundation staff with the desire to play SCP-6853-1. After a period of 24 hours, the desire to play SCP-6853-1 eventually subsides in all subjects tested. Additional symptoms from subjects separated from SCP-6853 include increased anxiety and insomnia – with subjects reporting having nightmares surrounding SCP-6853-1. These symptoms have been reported to last up to 3 months after separation from SCP-6853. Experiments with Class B amnestics on subjects who operate SCP-6853 have proven unproductive in stemming the psychological effects SCP-6853 has on subjects who play SCP-6853-1 for more than 1 hour. When SCP-6853 is powered on for approximately 2 hours, its outer shell reveals two previous undetectable openings on each side of the device. From the openings on the top, left and right sides of SCP-6853, 6 mechanical limbs emerge. These mechanical limbs serve as a means of transportation for SCP-6853, as it uses them to follow the separated subjects who powered on the device. The maximum recorded speed of SCP-6853 was approximately .17 meters per second. Material testing of SCP-6853’s mechanical limbs illustrate that they are made of the same unknown indestructible material as the outer shell, allowing SCP-6853 to burrow through anything separating the device from the subject. The openings on the bottom side of SCP-6853 eject 12 clear flexible cylinders. These cylinders inject themselves into the wrist of whoever is currently playing SCP-6853-1, where they draw blood from the subject and transport it to an unknown area of the device. Subjects who are attached to SCP-6853 via these cylinders begin to develop a compulsive eating disorder, craving and consuming AA batteries. Subjects who are observed continuing to play SCP-6853-1 can consume upwards to 3 AA batteries an hour. The consumption of high levels of AA batteries typically leads to blockages in the esophagus, choking, internal chemical burns, and poisoning from possible batteries splitting and rupturing at varying stages of the digestive system. Subjects unable to obtain AA batteries during interaction with SCP-6853 have been recorded becoming violent towards Foundation personnel as well as exhibiting varying levels of exhaustion. Subjects restrained from consuming any AA batteries while playing SCP-6853-1 eventually die as a result of blood loss. The subject’s cravings for AA batteries ends once the game SCP-6853-1 is completed or the subject stops interacting with SCP-6853 for up to 24 hours. Once SCP-6853-1 is completed, the device powers off, with the limbs and cylinders retracting back into an unknown area of the device. Discovery: SCP-6853 was purchased by the Foundation on 27th of September 2019 from the internet auction website Ebay after it was identified that the object listed was connected to Dune Mountain Games.4 Foundation investigations into the seller discovered the item was being sold by the mother of a 29-year-old male named Ciaran Davis of Houston Texas as part of an estate clean out. Mr. Davis was an avid collector of rare and discontinued gaming devices. Mr. Davis worked as a stocking associate until he was dismissed from his place of work on the 18th of April 2019 due to unexplained absence from the workplace. On the 29th of April 2019 Mr. Davis was found dead within his home. Houston medical examiners attribute Mr. Davis’ death to the eating disorder called Pica. Mr. Davis’ stomach and upper intestines had ruptured due to the number of AA batteries Mr. Davis had consumed, leading to a combination of blood poisoning and the infection of vital organs. Mr. Davis’ wrists were observed to have scarring from SCP-6853 that had begun to heal, suggesting that he had used the device for multiple weeks before it led to his death. Further investigations into the connection between Mr. Davis, SCP-6853 and Dune Mountain Games were unproductive. Addendum SCP-6843-1: It is now known that SCP-6853 does not require a subject to manually turn the device on - see Incident Report SCP-6853-1. Moreover, SCP-6853 is to now be considered autonomous until it is recaptured and further testing on the device is conducted. + Show Incident Report SCP-6853-1 - Hide Incident Report Date: 09/22/2019 Location: Site-73 Description of Incident: With the recent discovery of SCP-6873, Level 3 Researcher Dr. Mike Alger had stayed overnight to finish further material testing on SCP-6853. Dr. Alger was given permission to house the device in their lab until their tests had finished - SCP-6853 was considered a safe class SCP and its anomalous effects would not have been activated during material testing. Dr. Alger had conducted previous material tests on SCP-6853 and knew about the device's anomalous effects. At approximately [01:18:00] SCP-6853's mechanical limbs activated without the need of human interaction. Dr. Alger, who had set SCP-6853 down on their work table, was still in the lab waiting for their material analysis results. At [01:18:03] power fluctuations isolated to Dr. Alger's lab were recorded by site systems. Security footage of Dr. Alger's lab support these records. Dr. Alger can be seen in the lab's security feed turning to look at SCP-6853. At [01:18:06] all power is lost in Dr. Alger's lab. The labs security feed is temporarily lost. At [01:18:20] power is restored to Dr. Alger's lab. The security feed returns. Dr. Alger's body is observed laying on the floor motionless. At [01:24:15] Site security, who had noticed the power cut, arrived at the lab to find Dr. Alger decapitated and SCP-6853 missing. Note: Dr. Alger's decapitated head has yet to be found. At [01:24:45] Site security reported the containment breach and Site-73 was put into lockdown. At approximately [02:00:00] Dune Mountain Taskforce arrived back to Site-73 and an immediate investigation into the incident was conducted. It was discovered that SCP-6853 had burrowed out of Site-73. 09/22/2019 - 11/22/2019 SCP-6853's trail is tracked for further 32 kilometers outside of Site-73 until it abruptly ends along with all traces of the device. Security camera footage of Incident SCP-6843-1. Enhanced camera footage of SCP-6843 during Incident SCP-6843-1. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6853" by Dr Count Laughter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6853. Licensed under CC-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: QevKdkR.png Author: Dr Count Laughter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Imgur Filename: LqFU0gJ.png Author: Dr Count Laughter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Imgur Filename: JgSqdU3.png Author: Dr Count Laughter License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Imgur Footnotes 1. See SCP-6843 for SCP-6843-1 ‘Trial By Fire III’, also attributed to Dune Mountain Games. 2. Stage 264 of SCP–6853-1 has been observed taking up to 2 hours and 32 minutes to complete. 3. However, a subject can voluntarily separate themselves from SCP-6853, unlike SCP-6843-1 . 4. After the discovery of SCP-6843, Foundation-operated web analysis bot Oscar-12 ("DUNE-HUNTER") was tasked with flagging any mention of Trial By Fire or Dune Mountain Games.

SCP-6854

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Item #: SCP-6854 Special Containment Procedures: All known SCP-6854 instances have been fitted with tracking devices and are contained in Hangars 1 through 10 of the Site-44 Anomalous Wildlife Wing. SCP-6854 are to be provided with 150 kg of plant and animal matter per day, and all natural byproducts are to be harvested, and distributed through the front organization Standard Coal and Petroleum, Inc. Mobile Task Force Mu-9 ('Wild Wranglers') has been tasked with capturing and transporting all wild instances of SCP-6854, as well as administering Class-A amnestics to all witnesses. Description: SCP-6854 is a species of biomechanical entities superficially reminiscent of domestic cattle (Bos taurus), sparse populations of which are found scattered across the North American continent. Artistic depiction of SCP-6854, c. 1910 Instances of SCP-6854 possess external shells comprised of an indeterminate metal alloy with a consistency similar to that of stainless steel. The interior contains an assembly of shifting cogs and gears of unknown function, as well as a rudimentary system of organs composed primarily of vulcanized rubber. All SCP-6854 possess two carbon filament lightbulbs affixed to the skull, which are believed to act as their source of vision. Despite the lack of a readily apparent power source, these remain lit at all times with the exception of during sleep. Locomotion is achieved using four small wheels attached at the base of each leg, with mature specimens capable of travelling at speeds of up to 50 km per hour. In the wild, SCP-6854 typically restrict their movements to flat low-lying plains, their wheeled nature causing difficulty in navigating more rugged terrain. Attached at the rear is a tail-like appendage capable of folding outwards in a manner similar to an umbrella, which is deployed during periods of rainfall in order to prevent rusting. SCP-6854 are omnivorous, converting all waste matter into anthracite (hard coal), which is dispensed through a metal flap found on the undercarriage. The mechanics behind this process are poorly understood, and all attempts to replicate these results outside of SCP-6854 have thus far been unsuccessful. Both sexes have a set of two hollow brass horns, measuring up to 140 cm in length. These horns are maneuverable, and in mature specimens are capable of producing and discharging lead bullets with a remarkably high level of precision. Studies have shown SCP-6854 uses this ability primarily when hunting prey, as well as when threatened, or in order to establish dominance over a rival mating partner. SCP-6854 are capable of sexual reproduction, with females experiencing a gestation period of around twelve months, and typically producing litters of between three and five offspring. After giving birth, female SCP-6854 will produce a substance chemically identical to petroleum oil, which is fed to their young through a rubber udder-like appendage. Discovery: The Department of Mythology and Folkloristics has discovered several literary references to SCP-6854 (colloquially known as cogcows, or Bos machinus) published between 1895 and 1904. These descriptions are found primarily in various fantastical field guides, where they are listed alongside fictitious organisms originating in North American lumberjack folklore. Due to their fanciful nature, most early SCP-6854 sightings went largely ignored by the American Secure Containment Initiative. PoI-2645, photographed in 1899 The earliest verifiable SCP-6854 sighting is attributed to American hunter Elmer Shepard (PoI-2645, pictured). In 1905, while hunting in the prairies of Oklahoma, Shepard reportedly witnessed a lone instance of SCP-6854 consuming the remains of a white-tailed deer, which immediately fled upon approach. While Shepard made this encounter public, his claims were met largely with skepticism and mockery from his contemporaries. In June of 1905, Elmer Shepard and his nineteen year old son, Warren, left their hometown of Longabough with the intention of retrieving the head of an SCP-6854 specimen, and proving their existence to the scientific community. Despite his relative lack of hunting experience, Warren Shepard reluctantly agreed to accompany his father on this expedition out of concern for his increasingly obsessive behaviour. Three weeks into this endeavor, Warren Shepard returned to Longabough with the remains of his father, who had sustained a fatal gunshot wound to the throat. When interrogated by local authorities, Shepard reported encountering a female instance of SCP-6854 in the prairies, which was feeding petroleum oil to its two offspring. Warren recounted finding himself unable to shoot the creature, although stated that his father had aimed his rifle at the creature's head, before being struck by a bullet dispensed from one of its horns. With no evidence to support his claims, Warren Shepard was considered the primary suspect in his father's death, and received a show trial wherein he was sentenced to death by hanging. The following morning, a crowd of some forty civilians gathered to observe the execution. All witnesses reported that immediately after the noose was dropped, a low-pitched humming noise became audible. At this point, a single female instance of SCP-6854 emerged from the grasslands, firing a single bullet that severed the rope around Shepard's neck. The creature then departed, and Shepard survived with minor injuries. He was subsequently exonerated of all criminal wrongdoing. This incident has since been covered up by the American Secure Containment Initiative, with all relevant court records and historical documentation confiscated and archived. Since their initial discovery, an additional twelve instances of SCP-6854 have been retrieved the wild, with a further thirty specimens bred in captivity. It is presently unknown how many instances of SCP-6854 exist outside Foundation custody. More from this author... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6854" by Dr Leonerd, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6854. Licensed under CC-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: HamiltonHunter.jpg Author: Rhinelander District Library License: CC-BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HamiltonHunter.jpg

SCP-6855

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 close Info X SCP-6855: No Need to Wine Author: Barbarous Bread Special thanks to Jhigard Foreigner for helping me make this a more cohesive article! by Barbarous_Bread Item#: 6855 Level1 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: pending Risk Class: pending link to memo Special Containment Procedures The Eastern Hardware Storage Facility is to be cordoned off under the guise of chemical contamination. Each exterior surface of the structure's lower level is to be reinforced to restrict the spread of SCP-6855. The soil around the structure is to be continually observed for any breaches of SCP-6855 into the local groundwater supply. If any breaches are detected, then the containment perimeter is to be expanded to incorporate the affected area. All SCP-6855-A instances are to be sequestered to the Eastern Hardware Storage Facility using standard physical barriers. Description SCP-6855 refers to a body of fluid in the lower level of the Eastern Hardware Storage Facility in Detroit, MI. The pool is 10 cm deep on average and occupies the entirety of the floor. The fluid that comprises SCP-6855 has a dark red appearance and acts similarly to a non-anomalous fluid in nearly all aspects. The pool's sole anomalous property is that it is capable of generating humanoid entities which are made of the same fluid as SCP-6855. These entities are referred to as SCP-6855-A and emerge at random intervals from SCP-6855. These entities possess little strength and have not demonstrated any hostile behavior. Each of these entities will attempt to leave the confines of the warehouse. They are restricted in that they are only able to maintain their form for 10-15 minutes on average before collapsing into a pool of fluid. One SCP-6855-A has been able to exit the warehouse which was reported to local law enforcement. This was then brought to the attention of the Foundation and all of those who were aware of this incident received amnestic therapy. Based on analysis of SCP-6855-A remains, the fluid no longer has any anomalous or hazardous properties nor is it capable of generating any further instances of SCP-6855-A. Evidence suggests that this anomaly was generated following the rupture of 12 large cylinders in the structure's lower level. These cylinders appear to have contained the fluid that comprises SCP-6855, however it is not currently known as to how the fluid obtained its anomalous properties. These cylinders are notably newer than other equipment in the facility, which was condemned in 1978. Further investigation into SCP-6855's origins is underway. Access SCiPNET Email Account Accessed To: gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac#gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac From: gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj#gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj Subject: Preliminary SCP-6855 Report Hello Director Taylor, Attached are my preliminary findings, raw data analysis, and containment recommendations for SCP-6855. If you have any questions regarding my findings or my report, please do not hesitate to contact me. Sincerely, Dr. Jacob Lester Site-93 | Junior Research Staff Attachment: SCP-6855 Report_Lester.pdf To: gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj#gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj From: gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac#gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac Subject: Re: Preliminary SCP-6855 Report Dr. Lester, Based on the information presented, I agree with your findings and recommendations. I expect that you will also provide a video record of the anomaly and the full lifespan of an SCP-6855-A instance. Given that you're no longer in your probationary period under Dr. Benton, I expect that your finalized submission will be up to her — and my — standards. Thank you, Catherine Taylor Site-93 | Site Director To: gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac#gro.39etis.pcs|rolyat.enirehtac From: gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj#gro.39etis.pcs|retsel.bocaj Subject: Re: Re: Preliminary SCP-6855 Report Hello Director Taylor, I will ensure that my final submission will be in-line with the standards that you have set for the research staff under your supervision. As for the video record, I am arranging for my video files to auto-transmit to the Site-93 servers. I believe Lingua.aic should be operational at our site now, so the video file will be automatically transcribed into the placeholder entry after my video finishes uploading. If you so choose, you can arrange to be notified of updates to SCP-6855's entry so that you can review the transcribed log so that you can determine if it contains sufficient content. Regardless, I will notify you when I have finished my report and it is ready for inclusion on the Foundation database. Sincerely, Dr. Jacob Lester Site-93 | Junior Research Staff <LINGUA_093.AIC> <INITIALIZING SYSTEM> . . . . . <VIDEO FILE RECEIVED> Lester_SCP-6855_01.mp4 . . . <BEGINNING ANALYSIS> . . . . . . <GENERATING TRANSCRIPTION> . . . . . . . . . . . . <TASK COMPLETE> THE FOLLOWING IS AN AI-GENERATED TRANSCRIPTION. IT HAS BEEN AUTOMATICALLY SCREENED FOR ANY KNOWN COGNITOHAZARDOUS PHRASES OR INFORMATION. THE TRANSCRIPT PRESENTED BELOW MAY BE INACCURATE OR INCOMPLETE. <TRANSCRIPTION COMPLETED - [22 Dec 2024 23:25]> Dr. Lester: — ere we go. I thought these ones were supposed to be easier to link up. Let's see. Okay, everything looks good with the site server connection and I'm getting audio and visu— wait, goddamnit. Why are you de-synced? Dr. Lester: Okay, that looks better. And it looks like Lingua is cooperating. Good stuff. Alrighty, just gotta wait for my food to get here and then I should be all good for 6855. I just hope th— [There is a knock at Dr. Lester's door.] Dr. Lester: Ope, that should be room service. [Dr. Lester opens his door and on the floor is a box wrapped in black wrapping paper and a white bow.] Dr. Lester: You're not my sandwich. [Dr. Lester brings the box into his room.] Dr. Lester: "From Director Taylor." Okay, well let's see what she got me. Oh… This looks expensive. I didn't think she thought I was doing this well. "Madame's Reserve," huh, haven't seen that before. Must be a small winery. And what does this note say? "You are one of a select few. I am pleased with you." A woman of few words. [Dr. Lester opens the bottle and then pours a glass of the wine.] Dr. Lester: Oh yeah, that's nice. Never been a big fan of reds, but that hits the spot. I — wait. Goddamnit. I should hav— [Dr. Lester drops his glass which shatters on the floor. He stands in place for 10 minutes. He then removes his personal cell phone and requests a car via a ride-sharing service. He exits his room and leaves the hotel. He enters a vehicle.] Driver: Hey buddy, you're Jacob, right? Dr. Lester: Yes. Take me to Club Bacchus. Driver: Sure thing. Haven't heard of that place before, what kind of club is it? Dr. Lester: Madame is waiting for me. Driver: Say no more, I gotcha. [There is no more dialog for the duration of travel. The vehicle arrives at its destination without incident.] Driver: This don't look like much of a club, you sure this the right spot? Dr. Lester: Yes. Thank you. Driver: No problem. You sure you good, man? You look a little out of it. Dr. Lester: Yes. [Dr. Lester exits the vehicle. He knocks on the door to Club Bacchus. The building is nondescript in appearance and made of dark brick. It appears abandoned. A humanoid figure opens the door. It is approximately 1.5 m tall with a distended abdomen and wearing an ostentatious suit. Its hair appears unkempt and its skin is grossly blemished and pale. Its mouth appears to be 30 cm in width and lined with numerous jagged teeth. The entity will be referred to as "Figure A."] Figure A: Welcome, child. Dr. Lester: Thank you, Madame. Figure A: Run along and join the others. [Dr. Lester enters a room with a long, rectangular table that is seating 13 individuals who appear to be in a catatonic state. The room is dimly lit by a chandelier hanging over the table. Dr. Lester takes a seat at the table. He stares forward and remains unmoving. Based on dialog, "Figure A" will now be referred to as "Madame."] Madame: Now that you are all here, we can get started. First things first, I see that some of you failed to comprehend the note I left you. "You are one of a select few." You. Some of you shared what was not yours to share. Now this needs to be addressed before we start…. the process. [The entity brings a small barrel to the table. Each person has a wine glass before them that is filled from the barrel by the entity.] Madame: This is a special blend of mine. For most of you, this'll be a nice way for us to begin our time together. And for those of you who were not my intendeds, think of it as… a send off. [Dr. Lester drinks from his glass as does the rest of the group. Two of the people at the table begin to violently seize after drinking from their glasses.] Madame: Bring them to me. [Dr. Lester gets up from his seat and drags the person who is seizing next to him toward the entity.] Madame: Thank you, child. At least they will be… somewhat useful. [The entity proceeds to disarticulate and consume both persons' limbs as they continue to seize. It then throws their remains against the wall.] Madame: Ahh… Now that that nasty business has been done with, for those of you who remain, many of you are to become… my children. However, there is only so much that I can learn from watching you… out there. It takes a taste to know that you truly belong… in the family. Come along now. [Dr. Lester and the remaining 11 people follow the entity into a circular room that is lined with a dark, metallic material and is lit by a series of sconces along its wall. Each person stands along the edge of an engraving in the floor so that the group is now aligned into a circle around the entity.] Madame: Let's see your hands. Go ahead and hold them out now. Very good. Now let's have a taste. [The entity slowly walks around the room and carefully eats a digit from each person's hand.] Madame: Most of you are… just delightful. But a few of you just will not satisfy. You're missing that… special something. Now you, come over here. [Dr. Lester approaches the entity.] Madame: Let's have a look at you. [The entity begins to smell and lick Dr. Lester.] Madame: I trust that yo— Wait. Of course. That smell… that taste… You're the one who found my old reservoir, didn't you? Shame what happened. The thirst got the better of me. Now, no use in reminiscing. I trust that you can find those who won't do me any good and… address them for me. [The entity removes an ornate knife with a serrated edge from its jacket and gives it to Dr. Lester.] Dr. Lester: Thank you, Madame. [Dr. Lester slowly walks walks in front of everyone standing in the room as the entity follows closely behind him. He stops before one of them.] Dr. Lester: Look into my eyes. Baren. [Dr. Lester stabs the person in the abdomen, forces them to the ground, and stabs them in their eyes and face. No one in the group reacts.] Madame: Yes. Yes. Yes! That is what she deserved. I'm glad that I found someone so… attentive to detail. There is another, child. [Dr. Lester and the entity continue to walk around the room. He stops in front of another person.] Dr. Lester: Look into my eyes. Adequate. [Dr. Lester moves to the next person.] Dr. Lester: Vacant. [Dr. Lester stabs the person in the throat. He then forces them to the ground and repeatedly stabs them in the neck.] Madame: Good. You are… promising. [The entity opens a door to an adjacent room.] Madame: Now that we have separated the… wheat from the chaff, come with me, children. And I'll take that knife back, child. It needs a good cleaning. [The group follows the entity into a room and down a flight of stairs. The room they enter is dimly lit by a single incandescent bulb only hanging from the ceiling. Thirteen barrels are stored on shelves against the far wall. Four empty barrels are positioned in the middle of the room.] Madame: Let's see now. You'll be the first. Come here. [One of the group members approaches the entity. The entity removes the person's clothing. It then grabs the person's shoulders and bites into their throat. The person begins to violently convulse. They then begin to rapidly develop large, purple pustules along the entirety of their body while being exsanguinated from their neck wound. The person becomes enveloped in the growths. The rest of the group remains standing in place.] Madame: You'll do nicely. Now, let's gather your… siblings. [The entity proceeds to remove the clothing from the rest of the members of the group and bites into their throats. Each person begins to convulse and grow large, purple pustules which slowly encase their bodies. The entity then gathers them in groups of three and forcefully places them into barrels which it then seals. The entity approaches Dr. Lester.] Dr. Lester: Thank you, Mother. Madame: You're welcome, darling. [The entity removes the clothing and recording device from Dr. Lester's body. Dr. Lester kneels down. The entity then strokes Dr. Lester's hair before biting into his throat. Large, fluid filled pustules begin to develop along his body and he violently seizes. He is then forced into a barrel.] Madame: Welcome to your new family. [The entity caresses the newly sealed barrels which it then places onto a shelf. It uses a knife to carve today's date onto the barrels.] Madame: Now rest, children. Let's see how the others are doing. [The entity removes the seal from one of the old barrels. The dark red fluid within begins to pour into the entity's mouth and run down its body.] Madame: Oh yes. Yes. Yes. My children. You are… perfect. [The entity consumes the entirety of the barrel's contents to the point that its abdomen is grossly distended. It then sits in place for 3h16m before leaving the room.] <END TRANSCRIPTION> <LINGUA_093.AIC> <CONTENT ALERT> <SITE DIRECTOR NOTIFIED> <MTF IOTA-15 ALERTED> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6855" by Barbarous Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6855. Licensed under CC-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-6856

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On-site geothermal power plant, Site-56, Nevada Item #: SCP-6856 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6856 is to be contained at Site-56, Nevada. SCP-6856's containment cell is to be constructed of LI-900 silica insulation tiles, but otherwise should adhere to standard humanoid containment specifications. Faux interiors and other cell decorations are permitted in SCP-6856's containment cell. SCP-6856's work chamber, located beneath Site-56's on-site geothermal power plant, is also to be constructed of LI-900 silica insulation tiles. The work chamber should only be accessible through an antechamber, which may contain lockers, vending machines, and other items requested by Dr. Olivia Stratton. The only fixtures permitted in the work chamber are a temperature gauge with a clearly-labelled maximum of 500 °C, a heat-resistant security camera, a heat-resistant intercom system, and SCP-6856's harness. SCP-6856 is to maintain eye contact with the temperature gauge during work shifts. As an enrichment measure, Foundation-approved radio programs may be played in the work chamber while it is occupied by SCP-6856. Foundation personnel are not permitted in the work chamber while it is occupied by SCP-6856. Description: SCP-6856 is a 23-year-old human male capable of raising its body temperature at will. The object also exhibits an anomalous resistance to the adverse effects of heat. SCP-6856 has a maximum temperature of roughly 500 °C. SCP-6856 was recovered from Idyll, Nevada in the aftermath of a house fire. Local police noted SCP-6856's unusual resistance to heat, and Foundation personnel embedded within Idyll were alerted. Upon initial containment, SCP-6856 was fully cooperative with the Foundation, and continues to comply with Foundation requests and regulations. Because of SCP-6856's established history of cooperative behaviour, the object has been selected for a pilot project. SCP-6856 possesses an existential fear of climate change, and has expressed an interest in using its abilities to generate clean energy. This proposal was determined to be of mutual benefit, so a specialized "work chamber" was constructed at the facility's on-site power plant. Each day at 0800 hours, SCP-6856 is escorted to the work chamber by two (2) armed guards. SCP-6856 remains in the work chamber for an shift of eight (8) hours with a lunch break of one (1) hour. SCP-6856 is well-adjusted to this routine. Video camera footage starting at 1437 hours. SCP-6856 is in its harness, staring at the wall-mounted temperature gauge in the work chamber. The gauge's needle is gently swaying near the gauge's maximum value of 500 °C. SCP-6856 is radiating with heat; this glow causes some mild distortion in the video feed. Dramatic music plays over the intercom. Intercom: You can do it, Private! The unit is en route. Just don't blink! Intercom: Is there an ETA, General? I don't know how much longer I can hold out… Intercom: Keep your eyes on the anomaly, Private. That's an order! Intercom: I'll try, General. The sound of soldiers moving can be heard over the intercom. Through the distortion, SCP-6856 can be seen to close its eyes. Intercom: Go, go, g— The ambience and dialog abruptly cuts, replaced by a monotone, feminine voice. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, please monitor the temperature gauge. SCP-6856's eyes remain closed. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, please open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge. Your attentiveness is crucial to helping the Foundation avoid a localized outage. SCP-6856 opens its eyes. Intercom: Thank you, SCP-6856. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming. Triumphant music plays over the intercom. Intercom: -e did it, General! Another disaster averted! Intercom: Never underestimate the Foundation, Private. Video camera footage starting at 0758 hours. SCP-6856 and Dr. Olivia Stratton are in the antechamber. Dr. Stratton is seated at the research desk, while SCP-6856 is seated at the bench in front of the lockers. Dr. Stratton: No pains, aches, or cramps? SCP-6856: Nope. Dr. Stratton ticks the final box on the pre-shift checklist and stands from her chair. Dr. Stratton: You're all set. I'll leave you to it. SCP-6856: Thanks, Liv. Dr. Stratton: No problem. Dr. Stratton pushes her clipboard under her lab coat and begins to leave the room. SCP-6856: Hey, uh, did you donate blood recently? Dr. Stratton: No. Why do you ask? SCP-6856: The band-aid. SCP-6856 gestures towards Dr. Stratton's left knee. Dr. Stratton: Oh, this is just a scrape. What, you thought someone was taking blood from my leg? SCP-6856: Well, isn't that mainly what they're for? Dr. Stratton: Band-aids? They're mainly for, like, scrapes and paper cuts and stuff… have you ever used them before? SCP-6856 folds its arms. SCP-6856: I guess I normally only see them when you guys are performing those tests. Plus, my mom and I used to donate blood every month. Dr. Stratton: Every month? SCP-6856: Yeah. She said it was our responsibility to help the people around us. Dr. Stratton: Well, on behalf of the medical community, thanks for your service. When did she get you to start doing that? Seventeen years old? SCP-6856 shrugs. SCP-6856: Ever since I can remember. Probably four or five? Dr. Stratton: What? Dr. Stratton is visibly concerned. Dr. Stratton: That's way too young. How did you not faint? Did they just take less blood? How- Dr. Stratton is interrupted by the buzzer signalling the start of SCP-6856's work shift. Dr. Stratton: Never mind. I'll let you get started. SCP-6856 watches Dr. Stratton leave the antechamber. SCP-6856 remains sitting until the noise from the buzzer ceases. SCP-6856 stands and begins to remove its garments, stowing them in one of the antechamber's lockers. Now fully undressed, SCP-6856 proceeds into the work chamber. SCP-6856 straps itself into the harness at the center of the work chamber and turns its gaze toward the heat gauge prominently mounted upon the wall. The gauge's needle rises as the anomaly begins to glow. Video camera footage starting at 1202 hours. SCP-6856 is seated in the antechamber, at the table in front of the vending machines. The object is eating its sandwich when Dr. Stratton enters. SCP-6856: Oh, hi, Liv. Uh, is everything okay? Dr. Stratton: Yeah, no, everything looks good. Do you mind if I sit here? SCP-6856: Oh, go for it. Dr. Stratton: Thanks. Dr. Stratton unwraps her own lunch. There is a pause. Dr. Stratton: I was, ah, just hoping to continue our conversation. SCP-6856 nods, its mouth full of food. Dr. Stratton: So, did you really donate blood every month with your mom? Because that's really, really unusual. Especially if you were that young. SCP-6856 shrugs. SCP-6856: It seems pretty normal to me. And it makes sense, right? Like, our bodies can make more blood, so we should give as much as we can to those in need. Even if it's a little unpleasant sometimes. Dr. Stratton: …uh-huh. No, when you put it that way, that- that does make sense. Did you learn that from your mom? SCP-6856: I guess so. SCP-6856 keeps eating. Dr. Stratton: Sounds like your parents gave you some old-fashioned religious guilt. SCP-6856: It was just me and my mom. And she wasn't religious. Dr. Stratton: Hm. So where does that line of thinking end for you? Because you can't just go around sacrificing your life for the good of others. At some point, you've gotta- you have to take care of yourself. SCP-6856: Well, no. Not really. Right? SCP-6856 gestures at the antechamber. Dr. Stratton remains silent. SCP-6856: I'm trying to help save the planet. You've given me this opportunity, here, and I- I'm taking on some responsibility. Dr. Stratton: Right. No, it's very admirable, this whole project is- you had a good idea. SCP-6856: It wasn't my idea. But thanks. Dr. Stratton: Huh? Your file says the geothermal project was your idea. Or, it's implied. SCP-6856 shakes its head. Dr. Stratton: But it had to be your idea. I remember that we started building this room before you came on-site. The Site Director wouldn't have approved the project without knowing you'd cooperate. SCP-6856: I came here straight from Idyll. The project was explained to me a couple days after that. It seemed like a pretty obvious idea, so of course I'd cooperate. Dr. Stratton: That doesn't make any sense to me. SCP-6856: I don't know what to tell you. Agree to disagree. Dr. Stratton: Heh, fine with me. Glitch in the matrix, I guess. SCP-6856: What? Dr. Stratton: "Glitch in the matrix." Have you never- ah, never mind. Dr. Stratton finishes her lunch and stands up. Dr. Stratton: Thanks for indulging me, it's been a nice chat. See you tomorrow. SCP-6856 puts its food down. SCP-6856: Uh, yeah, see you. Dr. Stratton leaves the antechamber, greeting the guard on her way out. SCP-6856 folds its arms. SCP-6856 stares into the distance, leaning back as it does so. Eventually, SCP-6856 stands up from the table, leaving the remnants of its sandwich behind. SCP-6856 paces back and forth for some time, before stowing its clothes in the locker and returning to the work chamber. Video camera footage starting at 1700 hours. A buzzer can be heard, indicating the end of SCP-6856's work shift. The light emanating from SCP-6856 diminishes, along with the video distortion. SCP-6856 enters the antechamber from the work chamber, opens its locker, and begins to dress. Now fully clothed, SCP-6856 proceeds towards the exit, but slows near the research desk. SCP-6856 stops and takes an unfilled pre-shift checklist from the desk. SCP-6856 turns the paper over in its hands. SCP-6856 runs the edge of the paper against the palm of its hand. SCP-6856 repeats this motion with increasing intensity. Eventually, SCP-6856 stops abruptly; a small cut can be seen on its hand. SCP-6856 raises its hand to eye level and inspects the cut, which continues to trickle blood. SCP-6856 stares intently at the cut, slowly rotating its hand to examine it from all angles. SCP-6856 replaces the pre-shift checklist on the researcher's desk and opens the antechamber door, greeting the guard outside. SCP-6856: Hey, do you have a band-aid? Guard: <inaudible> SCP-6856: Thanks. Uh, yeah, sorry. Video camera footage starting at 1026 hours. SCP-6856 is in the harness in its work chamber. SCP-6856 closes its eyes. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, please monitor the temperature gauge. SCP-6856's eyes remain closed. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, please open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge. Your attentiveness is crucial to helping the Foundation avoid a localized outage. SCP-6856's eyes remain closed. SCP-6856's brightness rapidly increases, obscuring the details of the harness. Intercom: Attention. SCP-6856, open your eyes and look at the temperature gauge now. Withholding your cooperation may lead to punitive measures being takkkkhhhhZZZZZZZZZZ The intercom continues to malfunction. The room is now mostly obscured by light. In the final moments of recoverable footage, the insulating wall panels begin to warp and melt. To: ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis#ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis From: ten.lanretni-pcs|nottartso#ten.lanretni-pcs|nottartso Subject: RE: RE: 6856 BREACH Dr. Kroft, I want to reiterate that I have no idea how this happened. My guys are telling me that he just walked through the wall, which should be impossible - those tiles are rated for 1500 °C, not to mention the fact that the room is under 10 feet of solid rock. There must be some kind of undocumented something that lets him go supernova. How have we not seen this before? To: ten.lanretni-pcs|nottartso#ten.lanretni-pcs|nottartso From: ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis#ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis Subject: RE: RE: RE: 6856 BREACH We've just given you clearance for some archived documents. Read those, then call me. You have access to new documents. Open? Close documents Explosion at Mesa Ridge General Hospital Item #: SCP-6856 Special Containment Procedures: Physical restraints are insufficient to contain SCP-6856; accordingly, psychological containment procedures have been implemented. SCP-6856 is contained within a standard secure IDYLL neighborhood. No thermometers capable of displaying a temperature greater than 500 °C should be present in the neighborhood; otherwise, containment adheres to standard IDYLL protocol. Apart from the object's "mother," only trained Foundation staff with IDYLL clearance are permitted to interact directly with SCP-6856, and only when in character. As per IDYLL protocol, tranquilizers and amnestics are to be kept on hand in the event that SCP-6856 learns of its own containment. Description: SCP-6856 is an eighteen (18)-year-old human male capable of raising its body temperature at will. The object also exhibits an anomalous resistance to the adverse effects of heat. As a newborn, SCP-6856 was recovered near the epicenter of an explosion at Mesa Ridge General Hospital in Nevada. The explosion was estimated to have a TNT equivalent of twenty-five (25) kilograms. Foundation researchers hypothesize that the explosion was produced by temperatures in excess of 100000 °C. Upon initial recovery, SCP-6856 appeared unharmed and had a mass of 3.3 kilograms. SCP-6856's maximum temperature is unknown. As a containment measure, the Foundation has conditioned SCP-6856 to believe that it is only capable of producing temperatures up to five hundred (500) degrees Celsius. Memorandum from Dr. Kroft, Senior Researcher We would like to identify a subject from the pool of available Class-D personnel for an upcoming long-term project. The ideal candidate will: be female, between the ages of 25 and 40 be mentally stable and sound achieve a score of at least 65 points on the Milgram Obedience Examination have suffered a miscarriage or the death of a child, with no children still alive have a strong conviction in the notion of personal responsibility Prospective candidates are to be made aware that successful completion of the 18-year project will result in the candidate being released into the general population with total indemnity, and with their name expunged from official and internal records. Please let me know whether you have any questions. Your prompt reply is appreciated. Memorandum from Site-56 Light Containment Dr. Kroft, we have identified a particularly promising Class-D named [DATA EXPUNGED] who fits the profile. We'll bring her to your office for briefing tomorrow morning. Memorandum from Dr. Kroft, Site Director After a successful 18 years of containment, SCP-6856's IDYLL project has run its course. The anomaly is insistent on "doing its part," as planned. On your approval, I will authorize construction of a facility on Site-56 specifically built to reinforce the psychological limitations we have placed upon the object. This facility will also harness SCP-6856's energy, but no part of Site-56's infrastructure will be entirely dependent upon the anomaly. I will also initiate the shutdown steps for the IDYLL neighborhood, including discharging the anomaly's mother from Foundation care and transferring SCP-6856 to Site-56. Memorandum from O5 Command Approved. Call transcript between Dr. Stratton and Dr. Kroft, starting at 1047 hours. Dr. Stratton: Is this a joke, Justin? Dr. Kroft: I'm afraid not. Dr. Stratton: Because it seems like a joke. Dr. Kroft: I know, it's hard to wrap your head arou- Dr. Stratton: SCP-6856's temperature has no known upper limit? Dr. Kroft: Correct. Dr. Stratton: So, hypothetically, this guy could melt the entire planet? Like, as though we brought a chunk of the sun's core to the surface of the Earth? Dr. Kroft: We don't know, Olivia. We don't want to know what it's capable of. Dr. Stratton: Why wouldn't you tell me about this? Don't you think it's important that I know I'm responsible for a nuclear fucking warhead? There is a pause. Dr. Kroft: Genuine human interaction is essential to SCP-6856's containment. A façade like this needs a kernel of truth to avoid collapsing. First it was SCP-6856's mother, and until twenty minutes ago, it was you. It's part of the IDYLL protocol. Dr. Stratton: I see. So, what, was I supposed to remind him- it of its mom? Do you have a revolving door of older female researchers to babysit him into compliance? Dr. Kroft: It's a bit reductive, but yes, I guess you could say that. Dr. Stratton: Christ. Dr. Kroft: Look, Olivia, you've done good work. Your research hasn't been invalidated, just… re-contextualized. I'm sorry we had to keep you in the dark. Right now, we need to focus on recontainment. Amnesticization is the priority, but first we need to find the anomaly. Dr. Stratton: Okay… okay. What's the status? There is a click. Dr. Kroft: Olivia, you're now on speakerphone. I have the Epsilon-9 commander in the room with me. Commander, do you have an update for us? MTF Commander: Our aerial recon units found the tunnel exit: glass in a radius around a pocket of cooling magma. There's no trail of glass leading away from it, so current thinking is that the skip deactivated after surfacing. We've started a grid search in the vicinity. If the anomaly is on foot, we'll find it; cover out there is minimal. Dr. Kroft: Good. We want to salvage this situation, so avoid antagonizing the entity directly. Even if you think you have a clean shot. This needs to be handled delicately. MTF Commander: Understood. Dr. Kroft: Olivia, we're going to need your help. The anomaly's mother is en route. Dr. Stratton: His fake mom? I thought you lost track of her after she was freed- Dr. Kroft: Nope. We've got her, but she'll take a while to get here. Until then, you're the anomaly's closest emotional bond. Start thinking about how the mother should appeal to SCP-6856 when we find it. We only need a few seconds to tranq the anomaly, but it has to be a sure thing. There is a pause. Dr. Stratton sighs. Dr. Stratton: Okay, I think I've got something. Drone footage starting at 1158 hours. Arid plains are vaguely visible while the camera focus wavers unsteadily. After a few seconds, SCP-6856 comes into focus. SCP-6856 walks for some time. [DATA EXPUNGED] comes into frame. SCP-6856 stops in its tracks. SCP-6856: Mom? [DATA EXPUNGED]: Hey, kiddo. SCP-6856 staggers forward. SCP-6856: Is it… is it really you? [DATA EXPUNGED] smiles a wry smile. [DATA EXPUNGED]: Sure is. SCP-6856: They said… they told me you died… I- I saw you. I saw your body. [DATA EXPUNGED]: I know. I know. There is a silence. SCP-6856: How- why would you leave me? I thought- You left me to think I had- [DATA EXPUNGED]: You know I love you. I love you more than anything. I was only trying to do what was best for you. I knew you could do great things. I knew the Foundation could help you- SCP-6856: Are you working with them? [DATA EXPUNGED] begins to cry. [DATA EXPUNGED]: I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. You know- SCP-6856: How long were you working with them? [DATA EXPUNGED]: Do you remember when we discovered that you could… that you were special? [DATA EXPUNGED] approaches SCP-6856. [DATA EXPUNGED]: I went to the police. And they didn't believe me, but I, I persisted. I knew you were special. And eventually, the Foundation, they reached out… they said they could give you a purpose. They told me they needed your help to- to save the world. SCP-6856: Mom… [DATA EXPUNGED]: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. [DATA EXPUNGED] collapses. SCP-6856 rushes forward and embraces its mother. SCP-6856: It's okay, Mom. It's o— [DATA EXPUNGED] plunges a concealed syringe into the back of SCP-6856's thigh. There is silence. [DATA EXPUNGED]: I'm sorry. SCP-6856 begins to glow. [DATA EXPUNGED] screams. The footage distorts. The screams are cut silent. Glass forms in a radius around SCP-6856. The glow sputters and dies. SCP-6856's naked form collapses onto the glass. His mother is gone. Call transcript between Dr. Stratton and Dr. Kroft, starting at 1205 hours. MTF Commander: The skip is en route back to Site-56. We're pumping it full of Class B amnestics; it won't remember any of the last 48 hours. It'll wake up whenever you want it to, Director. Dr. Kroft: Excellent work, you two. Commander, thank you. There is a pause. The MTF commander can be heard exiting Dr. Kroft's office. Dr. Stratton: So, what happens now? Am I supposed to return to my post? Dr. Kroft: That won't be necessary. We would like you to stay on the project, purely in an administrative capacity. You won't need to interact with the object directly. Dr. Stratton: You're moving me behind the curtain? Fuck that. Dr. Kroft: You do have a way with words, Olivia. But this promotion, it's, ah, to borrow a phrase, it's an offer you can't refuse. Dr. Stratton: I think you'd be surprised. Dr. Kroft: Welcome to the Fire Suppression Department, Dr. Stratton. The estate of [DATA EXPUNGED] has been remunerated $650.00 for her cooperation with this time-sensitive endeavor. Video camera footage starting at 0745 hours. Dr. Kyra Grieves is waiting in the antechamber. SCP-6856 is led into the antechamber, accompanied by an armed guard. Dr. Grieves walks toward SCP-6856 and extends a hand. Dr. Grieves: SCP-6856. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Dr. Grieves, and I'll be supervising your work shifts going forward. SCP-6856: Oh, okay. Nice to meet you. Uh, what happened to Olivia? Dr. Grieves: Dr. Stratton has actually transitioned to another project. She didn't tell you? SCP-6856: Oh, no. No, she didn't. Dr. Grieves: Ah. Well, I'll be assuming her responsibilities from here on out. Dr. Grieves takes a pre-shift checklist from the desk and places it on her clipboard. Dr. Grieves: Okay. How is your mood today? Are you feeling fulfilled, generally speaking? SCP-6856: Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6856" by crashb, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6856. Licensed under CC-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-6857

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Zygotes splitting in proximity to SCP-6857 Item #: SCP-6857 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6857 is to be contained at Site-56, Nevada. SCP-6857 is to be placed at the center of a cubic enclosure measuring ten (10) meters to a side. This enclosure must comply with Site-56's maximum standard security requirements for a Safe object. Foundation personnel capable of childbirth are not permitted to enter SCP-6857's enclosure, except during a testing scenario. Testing equipment and other amenities requested by Head Researcher Dr. Lucas Isakov are permitted inside the enclosure. Description: SCP-6857 is an unused Clearblue Rapid Detection pregnancy test. When brought near a fertilized human zygote, SCP-6857 will anomalously induce zygotic splitting. If allowed to develop, these zygotes ultimately grow into genetically identical siblings. The Foundation was first made aware of the anomaly when Foundation statisticians noted that identical siblings were being born at an unusually high rate in Ely, Nevada. Central Analytics determined that the mothers of these siblings all visited the same Rite-Aid drug store roughly nine (9) months prior. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") were covertly dispatched to the drug store, where they identified and purchased SCP-6857. Security footage from the drug store indicates that SCP-6857's anomalous effect has a range of roughly five (5) meters. Prolonged or repeated exposure to SCP-6857 will cause a zygote to split multiple times. Addendum: Foundation statisticians at Central Analytics have noted an unusually high rate of identical births in Nevada over the past year. This phenomenon prompted Central Analytics to launch an investigation to determine the root cause of the statistical abnormality. The investigation was led by statistician Dr. Caroline Fischer, who visited Site-56 to rule out any connection to SCP-6857. Video camera footage starting at 1437 hours. Site-56 offices, conference room 6. Dr. Caroline Fischer and Dr. Lucas Isakov are in the midst of a discussion, seated on opposite sides of a conference table. Dr. Isakov: –and you were the one who tracked it down, correct? Dr. Fischer: That's right. Dr. Isakov: It must have been a bit of – how you say – "needle in haystack," no? Dr. Fischer: Well, once I found that all the mothers had visited the drug store, it was straightforward enough. You just need to notice patterns, find the common thread. Dr. Isakov nods. Dr. Fischer: Speaking of which, we should probably get down to business. Dr. Isakov: Ah! Yes, well, before that, I would like to clarify. Is this, uh– statistical anomaly have any chance of being pure coincidence? Dr. Fischer: No. Well, yes, but infinitesimally small. The fact that these siblings are only being born in Nevada, specifically to people with Foundation ties– Dr. Isakov: Foundation ties? Dr. Fischer: Yes. 52% of affected individuals are either a Foundation employee, or related to one. Spouses and daughters, mostly. Dr. Isakov: And the remaining 48%? Dr. Fischer: Well, they'd account for the baseline rate of identical sibling births. Roughly four in every thousand births are identical twins, and we've been seeing twice that for the last 12 months - but only in a 200 kilometer radius. Or so. Dr. Fischer produces a thin binder from her attaché case. Dr. Fischer: My preliminary report suggests that there may be some kind of covert operation against the Foundation. I'll be working with on-site security to audit SCP-6857's containment procedures. I hope that’s not a problem. Dr. Fischer slides the report binder across the conference table. Dr. Isakov gives it a sidelong glance. He drums his fingers against the table erratically. Dr. Isakov: A strange way to sabotage us. Dr. Fischer: Agreed. But something must be causing these numbers. I'm just trying to rule out SCP-6857. Dr. Isakov reaches for the binder. He opens it and begins to read. Dr. Fischer opens a notebook and clicks her pen. Dr. Fischer: I'd like to start by asking a few questions about the containment procedures. They mention that SCP-6857's enclosure must comply with the maximum security requirements for a Safe object. Have there been security incidents with the object in the past? Dr. Isakov: No, not that I am, ah, knowing of. Dr. Isakov turns to the next page of the report while Dr. Fischer writes. Dr. Fischer: Okay. The procedures also make mention of "testing scenarios." Could you elaborate on what these scenarios entail? Dr. Isakov: I cannot. Dr. Fischer looks up from her notes. Dr. Fischer: Why is that? Dr. Isakov closes the report and places it back on the desk. Dr. Isakov: You lack the security clearances– Dr. Fischer: Then I'll go back to Central Analytics and get them. They think this represents a credible threat to the Foundation– Dr. Isakov: I must disagree. Dr. Isakov's gaze flickers to the camera. Dr. Fischer sighs. Dr. Fischer: Okay. The containment procedures imply that Foundation personnel are used for testing. I take it that means Class-D? There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Why not use in vitro fertilization? Wouldn't that be more suited to a laboratory environment? There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: I'm assuming you need a fertilized zygote for your tests. Do the Class-D get pregnant? There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Do they carry to ter– Dr. Isakov: Unfortunately, Dr. Fischer, I cannot be of any further assistance to this inquiry. Video camera footage starting at 1602 hours. Site-56 Records Office. Casey Griswold, Archivist, sits behind a plexiglass partition. Dr. Fischer enters the room. Dr. Fischer: Hey, Casey. Griswold: My favorite study buddy! I did check, we don't have any record of security incidents pertaining to the skip you were asking about. None that I'm cleared to see, anyway. Dr. Fischer: That's fine. I actually have– Griswold: So how are you doing? How's life? It seems like you're really… on the go these days! Dr. Fischer is visibly caught off-guard, but quickly relaxes. Dr. Fischer: Ha, yeah, Central Analytics has kept me pretty busy. I can't talk too much about it, of course– Griswold: Of course. Dr. Fischer: –but I'm actually getting stonewalled right now on the 6857 thing. I'm hoping you can pull some more files for me. Griswold: Shoot. Dr. Fischer: I'm looking for… Dr. Fischer hesitates as she formulates a query. Dr. Fischer: I'm looking for a list of all Class-D personnel that have participated in the testing of SCP-6857. Will there be visible records on that? Griswold: There might be. Redactions on Class-D tend to be hit or miss… Griswold trails off as she taps at her keyboard. There is a long pause. Dr. Fischer: How are the kids? Griswold continues tapping at the keys. Griswold: Oh, they're doing great. I actually got a stipend for a full-time babysitter, which has been a fucking lifesaver, honestly. Dr. Fischer: Oh, nice! Griswold: Yeah, I'm just hoping they remember who their real mother is when I get home… Griswold trails off again. She presses one final key. Griswold: Oh, you're in luck. I've got over a hundred matches here. I'll e-mail the list to you. All signed off on by one Dr. Isakov. Our lonely Russian geneticist. Dr. Fischer: Lonely? Griswold: Haven't you seen his sad little eyes? Dr. Fischer looks at Griswold quizzically. Griswold: I– I probably shouldn't gossip, I'm sorry, he's– he's a sweetheart. Dr. Fischer chuckles. Dr. Fischer: I think this job has done a number on you, Casey, cooped up in here. Doesn't suit you. Griswold: Ha, don't even start. Alright, you should have the files now. Dr. Fischer: Excellent, thanks. I'd love to catch up more, but I have to get down to Light Containment– Griswold: Oh, by all means. Go do your statistician, math whiz thing. Dr. Fischer: Thanks, Casey. Oh, and tell David and Eliot that Auntie Caroline says hi. Griswold waves as Dr. Fischer exits. Griswold swivels back and forth in her chair. She glances at the clock. Video camera footage starting at 1626 hours. Site-56 Light Containment. Interview room D-10. Dr. Fischer enters, accompanied by an armed guard. Dr. Fischer: –anks again for setting this up on such short notice. The guard nods. Dr. Fischer takes a seat at one end of the interview table. A buzzer sounds, and D-16562 enters the room. He sits. Dr. Fischer: Oh, uh– Dr. Fischer reaches for her attaché case and removes a printout. She looks back and forth between D-16562 and the paper. She looks at the guard. Dr. Fischer: This is D-16562? D-16562: I already told you, my name is– Guard: Shut it. The guard turns toward Dr. Fischer. Guard: Something wrong? Dr. Fischer: No, no– it's fine. Dr. Fischer readjusts herself in her seat and addresses D-16562. Dr. Fischer: Okay. I just have a few questions for you today. When was your most recent testing assignment? D-16562: Uh, about three weeks ago. Dr. Fischer: Can you tell me about it? D-16562 grimaces. He stares at the guard. D-16562: No. Of course not. Dr. Fischer follows D-16562's gaze. Guard: We would have amnesticized him, ma'am. Standard procedure. Dr. Fischer: Ah, right. Uh, can you account for your activities two days ago, at– D-16562: Where do you think I was at, you f– The guard suddenly steps towards D-16562, raising the stock of his assault rifle. D-16562 and Dr. Fischer both visibly flinch. D-16562: Alright, fuck. Sorry. I had a double shift in the kitchen that day. Midnight to 4 PM. We're short-staffed. D-16562 glares at the guard, who lowers his weapon. Dr. Fischer: But you do remember it. So you couldn't have been on any testing assignment during that time. D-16562 shrugs. D-16562: I guess so. Dr. Fischer: Okay. Then that's everything I need. Dr. Fischer stands. Dr. Fischer: Thanks for your cooperation, I'll, uh– try to put in a good word for you. D-16562 scoffs as Dr. Fischer leaves. Video camera footage starting at 0931 hours. Site-56 offices, conference room 6. Dr. Fischer is already seated at the conference table with reference materials laid out in front of her. Dr. Isakov enters. Dr. Fischer: Lucas, welcome. Dr. Isakov: Hello, Caroline. The door swings gently shut behind Dr. Isakov as he sits at the table. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer takes a deep breath. Dr. Fischer: So, I have a list of your Class-D test subjects. Dr. Fischer gestures to one of the binders laid out before her. Dr. Isakov shifts in his seat and glances at the camera. Dr. Fischer: Do you know how many of the Class-D on that list are cis men? Way more than half. If you're testing the null hypothesis in there, you're doing a bang-up job. Dr. Isakov fidgets. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Are these test logs fake? Dr. Isakov: I do not think this to be a productive discussion, Caroline– Dr. Fischer: Because it seems like these Class-D subjects were just chosen randomly– Dr. Isakov: No, that's not– Dr. Fischer: –and you'd only bother faking that if you needed to smuggle someone else into SCP-6857's enclosure. And I know who. Dr. Isakov slumps into his chair and sighs. Dr. Fischer pats the second binder in front of her. Dr. Fischer: The dates on your tests match up, roughly, with the dates of identical sibling births across the state - separated by the average pregnancy term length. There are exceptions. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Why, Lucas? Why risk your career for– Dr. Isakov: Ha! Dr. Fischer: Wha– is this funny to you? Dr. Isakov: No, no, it's– never mind. Dr. Fischer: Well? Dr. Isakov gives a desperate look to the camera, wringing his hands. Dr. Fischer keeps her eyes trained on him. Dr. Fischer: Do you have anything to say for yourself? Anything at all? Dr. Isakov: I– I do not. There is a long pause. Dr. Fischer slowly looks over her shoulder and makes eye contact with the camera. She rips a piece of paper out of a binder and starts writing on it, but the writing is not visible from this angle. She folds the paper and slides it across the table to Dr. Isakov. Dr. Fischer: Okay. What about this? Dr. Isakov opens the paper and peers at it. His eyes go wide, but the writing is still not visible from this angle. He folds the paper again and blinks twice at Dr. Fischer. Dr. Isakov: Can you really do that? Dr. Fischer: Shh. Dr. Fischer pulls her phone out of her pocket. The Central Analytics department logo is visible on her phone before Dr. Fischer moves it underneath the conference table. She keeps her eyes trained on her phone. Dr. Fischer: Just wait a bit. Dr. Fischer places her phone face down on the table and exhales. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer's phone buzzes. Dr. Fischer: Okay, we should be– VIDEO FOOTAGE CORRUPTED INCIDENT LOG - CLASSIFIED - OPEN? OMEGA SEVEN SOLEMN UNCERTAINTY - ACCESS GRANTED Video camera footage starting at 1202 hours. Site-56 cafeteria. Dr. Isakov is seated and eating amongst other Foundation employees, while others are still filtering into the room. Intercom: This is a site-wide announcement. Most of the employees in the cafeteria immediately put down their food and listen attentively. A group of junior researchers continue their conversation, but are hushed by Dr. Isakov. There is a pause before the intercom emits a burst of static, followed by Dr. Fischer’s voice. Dr. Fischer: I– hello. I'm afraid I have some troubling news to share. Dr. Isakov quickly stands and begins walking briskly out of the cafeteria. Dr. Fischer speaks rapidly. Dr. Fischer: There's a group of people in the Foundation, and they– all they do is try to keep you here. You might not realize it, but you– we're fully dependent on the Foundation. In every aspect of our lives. There is a pause. Those remaining in the cafeteria are visibly confused. Dr. Fischer: They want you to have kids, kids that you can only afford on Foundation salaries. They’ve manipulated you, some of you, into doing just that. And after that, they– Site-56 hallway. Dr. Isakov continues briskly down the hallway. Dr. Fischer: –they kidnapped some of you, some of your loved ones. A squad of guards rounds the corner in front of Dr. Isakov. All four of them are wearing gas masks. Dr. Isakov stops in his tracks. Dr. Fischer: They brought you back here, to make sure you'd have even more kids. A security guard points at Dr. Isakov. Dr. Isakov turns and sprints away. The guards give chase. Dr. Fischer: And they gave you amnestics, so you'd forget everything. Site-56 Records Office. Casey Griswold stares at the intercom speaker from behind her partition. Dr. Fischer: I know it sounds insane. Uh, I have a list of the victims here. There is a pause. Dr. Fischer: Casey Griswold. You were forced to have twins. I'm sorry. Griswold stares into the distance. Dr. Fischer: David Arbuckle. Your daughter was brought here last year before she had twins. A white, fog-like gas begins to seep into the room from a vent. Griswold looks at the gas, wide-eyed, and backs away. Dr. Fischer: Norah Matthews. You had triplets. Griswold scrambles to her desk, grabs a pen, and starts writing frantically. Tendrils of gas spread throughout the room. Dr. Fischer: Josef Evans. Your wife was brought here. The gas reaches Griswold. The effect is immediate: she becomes sluggish and her eyes close. She collapses onto the floor. Site-56 cafeteria. The large room is obscured by gas, but some unconscious bodies are barely visible near the camera. Dr. Fischer: Katelyn Nguyen. You… Dr. Fischer's speech begins to slur. Dr. Fischer: You… had… There is a pause. A guard wearing a gas mask stalks through the cafeteria. The intercom clicks. Intercom: Announcement concluded. Please return to your regular schedule. To: All Site-56 Personnel From: ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis#ten.lanretni-pcs|rotcerid-65-etis Subject: Countermeasure Debrief Hi everyone, At 1204 hours today, amnestic countermeasures were deployed site-wide in response to a cognitohazardous containment breach. These countermeasures were of paramount importance to a successful recontainment operation. The anomaly has been known to induce paranoia in some subjects, so any messages you wrote or recorded in this altered state should be disregarded. These countermeasures were discussed during site orientation, but the experience can still be very disorienting, particularly for those of you who are new to Site-56. Please take a moment to check for any minor injuries and visit the nearest Health Center if needed. Counseling sessions are also available upon request. As well, we owe our well-being to a visitor from off-site; although she does not remember the specifics of the incident, I'm told that Dr. Caroline Fischer's quick thinking played a pivotal role in the swift recontainment of the anomaly. If you see her, please be sure to express your gratitude. I'd like to thank each and every one of you for your continued service and bravery. Please do let me know if you have any questions. Sincerely, Dr. Justin Kroft Site Director, Site-56 Secure. Contain. Protect. Video camera footage starting at 1545 hours. Site-56, Subfloor 41. Panic Room. The walls are adorned with ochre curtains, and the floor is lined with a plush red carpet. There is only one piece of furniture in the room: a cabinet with a clear top half and opaque bottom half, resembling the enclosure of an automated fortune teller. The cabinet is engraved with elaborate floral patterns. A chime is heard as the elevator door opens. Dr. Fischer, blindfolded, is shoved out of the elevator by two guards and collapses onto the carpet. Another chime is heard as the elevator door closes. Dr. Fischer: Fuck– Dr. Fischer stumbles to her feet. Dr. Fischer: Hello? Dr. Fischer removes her blindfold. She glances around the room, giving the cabinet a cursory examination. Seeing no obvious exit, Dr. Fischer turns around and pounds on the elevator doors. Dr. Fischer: Hey! Hello? The cabinet in the middle of the room begins to emit a warped melody. White lights strobe up and down the cabinet display. Dr. Fischer whirls to face the cabinet. She warily approaches it as the melody abruptly stops. Dr. Fischer: What is this? What are you h– Cabinet: Wahhh! A baby marionette wriggles inside the cabinet, near its ceiling. At the floor of the cabinet, crude cardboard flames dance, propelled by some shifting mechanism in the cabinet. The baby is steadily lowered toward the flames. Dr. Fischer: What the fuck– Cabinet: Waaaahhhh! Dr. Fischer presses the single button on the cabinet. It has no discernible effect. Cabinet: Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Dr. Fischer presses the button again multiple times before turning away from the cabinet and addressing the room, speaking over the cacophony of the cabinet. Dr. Fischer: I don't know what this is, I don't know what you want from me, I– Cabinet: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The baby is now perilously close to the flames. The sound of wailing permeates the room as the baby reaches the flames. AUDIO EXPUNGED Dr. Fischer reflexively slams her palms against her ears. She sinks to her knees. She is visibly in agony. The button on the cabinet lights up. Dr. Fischer sees the illuminated button and struggles to her feet. Keeping her hands clasped to her ears, she pushes the button with her elbow. AUDIO RESTORED Dr. Fischer takes her hands off her head - the crying has stopped. She breathes heavily as she sits down against a wall. Cabinet: There is still fire in your eyes, Caroline. Dr. Fischer: I don't– I don't know what that means– Cabinet: Wahhh! Dr. Fischer scrambles desperately towards the cabinet. The button is still lit. She pushes it. The wailing stops. Cabinet: There is still fire in your eyes, Caroline. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6857" by crashb, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6857. Licensed under CC-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: Meiosis (261 29).jpg Author: Doc. RNDr. Josef Reischig, CSc. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Meiosis_(261_29).jpg

SCP-6858

esoteric-class

 close Info X SCP-6858: "The Wolf, Down" No bark, no bite. More by this author! ARTICLE 1964-H-17 DESIGNATION — "Cardinal" PRIORITY ★★★★★ CATEGORY Entity GENUS H. sapiens lupus Nova Gallia STATUS 🟢 Live CUSTODY OSAT1 THREAT ASSESSMENT 🟥 Corruption — possesses transmissible condition 🟨 Dispute — improperly acquired from SCP Foundation2 🟩 Violence — is inactive predator 🟩 Biohazard — possesses deficient hygiene 🟪 Disclosure — may possess top secret intelligence SUMMARY "Cardinal" denotes a single specimen of loup garou (French Canadian: 'werewolf') in OSAT custody. Cardinal is kept sedated in a poured concrete detainment cell at Station 11. Due to poor health and pre-existing injuries which will not heal, it requires frequent transfusions of human blood — Type A, though Type O universal donors are permissible — and intravenous feeding. It has been effectively comatose since 1964. Further care information, if required, can be obtained from SCP Foundation Site-43 via the Office of External Liaisons. PROVENANCE Article 1964-H-17 first came to OSAT attention after an incident involving our own personnel; the incident report is appended below. TARGET OF INTEREST REPORT: UNCLASSIFIED On the night of 17 March 1964, I responded to a distress call from one Clyde Miller, RCMP constable stationed at the entrance to Mount Royal Park in Montreal. Constable Miller was assigned as the emergency contact for Chief Superintendent Raynard Watts of the Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce, who was engaged in recreational hiking on the slopes of Mount Royal. Superintendent Watts had requested that he be left to his own devices, only begrudgingly allowing the assignment of a single officer within radio range to monitor for emergent situations. At approximately 6:07 PM EDT Constable Miller detected canine howling in the distance, and attempted to radio Superintendent Watts to confirm his safety. No response was received. Constable Miller then radioed ahead for backup, and announced his intention to search for Superintendent Watts. Permission was granted, and he presumably did so. I arrived at 6:38 PM with backup units to discover Constable Miller dead of exsanguination, and SCP Foundation personnel on the scene. An unnamed Foundation representative reported that a pack of "loop garoo," werewolves, had been sighted earlier that day in the park, and had only now been successfully captured and contained. The representative also reported that the remains of Superintendent Watts had been discovered near the Mount Royal Cross, but could not be released to OSAT custody due to the potential for a biological hazard. Assurances were made to me that the remains would eventually be restored to OSAT for proper burial. Backup units refused to allow Foundation personnel to seize the remains of Constable Miller; on-scene investigation revealed that he had emptied the contents of his service weapon, presumably into his attackers. Constable Miller carried a prototype mobile video recorder belonging to Superintendent Watts at the time of his death, which captured several frames depicting a wounded specimen of "loop garoo." The Foundation representative confirmed that this specimen was among those captured and contained, but refused requests to allow its examination by OSAT personnel due to the aforementioned biohazard. Constable Miller's body was removed from the scene and taken to Station 9 for study. REPORTING OFFICER: Constable Benoit Gauthier The attacker identified on Constable Miller's video tape was classified Article 1964-H-17. Shortly thereafter, new Chief Superintendent Gordon Shine applied Apex Priority to the article, and the epithet "Cardinal." Multiple attempts were made over the succeeding decades to procure it from the Foundation, all without success. Cardinal was finally acquired on 21 January 2003 via a mutual esoteric item transfer arrangement. This arrangement was conducted between Chief Superintendent Morwen Couch and Edwin Falkirk, Director Pro-Tem of SCP Foundation Site-43. Although the propriety of the transfer has since been questioned by Foundation representatives, no attempt at re-acquiring the article has been made. NOTES The circumstances of Superintendent Watts' choice of locale for his leave of absence remain unclear; the City of Montréal was under voluntary curfew due to suspected cougar attacks in Mount Royal Park. Furthermore, the response time of the SCP Foundation to a distress call issued by a rival organization was beyond exemplary, and requires further examination. Repeated inquiries by the Office of External Liaisons have gone unanswered.3 It is a matter of internal record that Superintendent Watts and Dr. Vivian Scout, then Director of Site-43, were on extremely poor terms at the time of the former's death. The disregard shown to Superintendent Watts' suspected remains — which were never repatriated to OSAT — may be a reflection of this, or merely the Foundation's general disregard for OSAT itself. The following file from Superintendent Watts' records may shed some light on these circumstances. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT RAYNARD WATTS, 1964/03/10 I despise the small-minded. The so-called Directors of the so-called Site-43 — two confirmed homosexuals living in a tunnel under stolen government land — have the most spectacular case of tunnel vision I have ever witnessed. They think this is a game. They think we persecute them for fun, that engaging in a battle for our nation's very soul is akin to sitting a hand of poker in some God-forsaken dive bar. Well, they won't like the flop that's coming next. I'm going to tear them down, tear them all down, and then we'll see what secrets they've been hiding in their pit of licentious treason. To be sure, the Foundation is a dangerous adversary. The deadliest I have ever faced, in peacetime or at war. They may even hold dominion over what I once believed to be the sole province of Almighty God: life itself. I pride myself on never forgetting the faces of the men and women I've sent to their final judgement, and I've seen one of those faces staring back at me from across the negotiation table once or twice. A traitorous soldier I had to put down during the war, put a bullet straight through one eye and out the back of his head. He doesn't even have the decency to wear a glass eye now. His real eye grew back. You would not believe me if I told you what I've seen reflected in that slate grey… If they can do that to the dead, what horrors might they inflict upon the living? I shudder to think what dark fate they might dream up for me, once they know what I know and what I intend to do about it. Which means I'll need to move quickly, very quickly and very quietly. I'll let them think I've slunk off for a walk in the woods to collect my thoughts, and then I'll come back with a vengeance they'll feel in their very bones. I'll make them regret their sins against God and Country, so help me, and then I will turn their diabolical implements toward the bettering of our national cause. Corporal Falkirk, I will shoot again — in both eyes, this time. Drs. Scout and Rydderech will live to regret that their punishments were not so sudden and clean. The compromising information mentioned above has not been found in Superintendent Watts' files. DIRECTIVES Euthanization of Cardinal is forbidden by order of the Office of the Superintendent. Should a method of reversing its paranormal condition be discovered, contact the Office of Tactical Affairs immediately. Command prompt active. Welcome back, Director McInnis. » ACCESS BACKEND The Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce (OSAT) database is secure, and maintained by a rival Group of Interest. Breach security and proceed? » YES There are twelve (12) independent security countermeasures blocking and/or tracking access to this file. Estimated time to breach: one minute. Breaching… Backend access granted. » ACCESS EXECUTIVE COMMENTARY CHRONOLOGICAL REVERSE Accessing… Comments are displayed below in reverse chronological order. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT AERONWEN COUCH, 2023/01/01 The maintenance of this monster mattered a great deal to my mother when she was Chief Superintendent, and I'm not without sensitivity to the matter, though I can't claim her personal connection. When she retired, she implored me not to give up on Cardinal. Her determination, her long-term focus, has always been a source of pride for me as her successor in multiple senses. But I don't think this thing is ever going to wake up, at least not of its own volition. We've been through four superintendecies since its capture by the Foundation, and it's been on a pallet at Station 11 for twenty years now. I'm going to put it to my mother gently, and see what she says: I think we ought to take the thing to the rest of the Council of 108, and see what they make of it. Maybe one of their cults can wake it up. And if not? Well, maybe ICSUT would like the chance to dissect a live werewolf. Lord knows we could use some friends in the anomalous community. I love my family, but I have a duty to perform for my country as well, and this emaciated relic is only holding us back. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT MORWEN COUCH, 2002/01/13 My grandfather taught me to hunt when I was only ten years old. He taught me how to hunt wolves. He took me out to the wilds of Alberta in the winter, showed me how to build a blind, how to search for sign, and most importantly, how to set bait. "Every living creature on this Earth has its weakness," he told me, and that's one of my earliest strong memories. The wolves in Alberta would go for dead meat in a pinch, but we'd never bag one that way, not on our timetable. To get them roaring in brazen as you like, we needed something fresh, bleeding, alive even. If he hadn't been who he was, the inspectors would have bagged him for it. But he was never one to let go of an advantage, my grandfather, and I learned a lot about that from him. The Foundation thinks they're the wolves of the veiled world. Falkirk in particular never misses a chance to bare his fangs at us. There's a grudge there, and I don't know why, but I don't need to know to take advantage of it. We might not have the experts they have, but it doesn't take a magician or a genius to see that these artifacts he's so eager to get his hands on are worthless. He thinks this will be a feather in his cap, but he'll be lucky to keep his head when his overseers see what he's done. He smells weakness on the wind, he thinks, and he's going to close in on it. Go ahead. Walk into my trap. You'll make my grandfather very proud. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT BENOIT GAUTHIER, 1996/01/08 My predecessor talked a big game in his private notes, but I don't think he would ever have moved against the Foundation. He was always too cowed by Scout at 43, the highest ear he could bend, to seriously contemplate decisive action on the matter of Cardinal. For my part I've found them too far mellowed, too damnably tractable, to want to plot against them. And after all, if said predecessor's guesses are correct, plotting against the Foundation was the worst mistake Watts ever made. I saw what was left of Miller, and I don't care to court that fate. I'm even more hesitant to see us made fools of on this matter yet again. However. We are about to become a member in good standing of the Global Occult Coalition. We have engaged in good faith dealings with the folks at 43. We're not the fringe lunatics our friends at CSIS and the rest of the RCMP once saw us as. We made mistakes back in the day, but we're shot of them now. Might we not be able to secure a diplomatic solution? Might they not just give us Cardinal, if we make it worth their while? I have an idea. We're in the final stages of negotiating the termination of that child-eating hobgoblin they've got "locked up," and OSAT has been involved in the case from an early stage. Old Scout would have me believe it's a joint operation. I might be able to test that assertion, even force him to prove it. We captured the bastard, and then passed it along to the skippers. Why shouldn't they pass us back his personal effects, as a sign that our cooperation was appreciated? I think I might even insist upon this. Naturally, they'll want it all back eventually. They're collectors. Packrats. They need to have at least one of every unique thing, and they already have a bevy of werewolves buried in their secret Site, I'm sure. Drop a few hints in badly-coded transmissions that we've made some sort of breakthrough with the bonhomme's things, and… well, we'll see! Either they'll come to the bargaining table with a generous offer — Cardinal, on a platter — or they'll try to raid us. Either way then, we'll know where we stand, and that's more than we've ever known before. CHIEF SUPERINTENDENT GORDON SHINE, 1964/04/07 It's a damn shame what happened to Raynard Watts. He wasn't the easiest man to get along with, snapping old ferret that he was, but he could fertle about like nobody's business once he caught a scent, and he put a lifetime into our strange and secret service. I wish I'd known the danger he was walking into, at the end of it, if only to prepare myself for filling his mirror-polished size nines. Admittedly, had I known, I wouldn't have been able to stop him going on his fool trip. He did what he wanted, did our Chief Super, and we were his cult of personality. He had us convinced, absolutely convinced that some day we'd get one over on the Foundation, and that makes what happened all the more bitter to me now. I can't stand the thought that those arrogant, self-satisfied bastards got the ultimate last laugh at his expense. Vivian Scout and his cold cocksuredness! He knew those wolves were there, he knew every single thing a man could possibly know about them, and in that knowledge he cheerfully sent Watts to his death. He all but admitted it to me, because he knows I can't do a damn thing about it. It would almost be better if Watts had died of his injuries, instead of what actually happened. The thought of him festering away in some dank cell, corrupted into some abomination before the Lord, curls my toes in my size tens. If I don't get him out of there, I hope my successors have better luck. For them, in case the above hasn't made it painfully obvious: Cardinal is Raynard Nathan Watts, first Chief Superintendent of OSAT. End of file. » LOG OFF Logoff successful. » SCIPNET ACCESS: SCP-6858 Footnotes 1. PARAORG-1, Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce: paranormalcy investigation and applications unit, Royal Canadian Mounted Police. 2. PARAORG-2, SCP Foundation: unconstitutional supra-state paranormalcy enforcement and esoteric object containment agency. 3. This behaviour is not unusual. PARAORG-2 rarely responds to requests for information, though they expect swift responses to their own requests. « SCP-6721 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-6965 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6858" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6858. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6859

thaumiel

Winterheart More by this author. Item#: 6859 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6859 is permitted to inhabit a group of Foundation-employed mathematicians, designation SCP-6859-a. This group is hosted at Site-89 and should be expanded as quickly as is possible without disrupting the stability of SCP-6859. Members of this group are generally to be treated the same as ordinary Foundation Researchers with the following exceptions: SCP-6859-a members are not permitted to venture off-site and will not be fully briefed on the progress of disruptive off-site events or the extent of casualties thereof. Any SCP-6859 hosts found outside Foundation control should be handled according to standard procedure for Ramanujan-Class entities.1 The portion of the Site-89 computer network which SCP-6859 inhabits is to be connected to the rest of the network at a single point to facilitate easy disconnection during periods of instability. Contrary to usual policy, low-clearance staff of Site-89 should not be reprimanded for superstitious behavior related to SCP-6859. The shrine located in the lockers near the south entrance is not to be taken down. The ratio of adjacent terms in the fibonacci sequence approaches the constant Φ, also known as the golden ratio. Description: SCP-6859 is a sentient idea. Specifically, it is an idea about the output of the generalized formula for the fibonacci sequence2 for input of complex values around ███████. The entity can inhabit the minds of humans who understand this idea as well as computer systems containing detailed information on its vector range. It has the ability to exert considerable influence on the systems it inhabits. Until recently, SCP-6859 was categorized as one of the numerous infohazards inherent in the study of pure mathematics: a self-sentient infoform causing psychosis and seizures with a prognosis of death within a month unless treated with Class-B amnestics. SCP-6859 was officially given its current SCP designation upon the discovery that it is capable of inhabiting human minds without causing detrimental symptoms. No other Ramanujan-Class3 entity has ever exhibited this type of symbiotic behavior. Currently, SCP-6859 is considered endemic to Site-89 and has minor influence over all staff who have not been specifically isolated from it. The following has been observed about its manifestations and behavior: SCP-6859 activity causes nearby humans to perceive grey-white visual static and electronic displays to be covered with a similar static. This effect varies in intensity and is very rarely dense enough to significantly impair vision. Activity also occasionally produces various types of audible white noise. SCP-6859 has demonstrated the additional ability to focus the static effect on a location, creating a small 'avatar' for itself in the shape of a fuzzy circle with small oval-shaped ears protruding from the top. This shape is often seen watching site staff from around corners. SCP-6859 can manipulate information on the site network. Thus far, it has used this ability almost exclusively to perform regular defragmentation on various file systems and to furtively assist data entry clerks by filling in spreadsheets for them while they are not paying attention. SCP-6859 cannot communicate using language and it is uncertain how much, if any, that it understands. Dr. Yamamura has theorized that the entity is able to sense non-verbal desires and intentions and prefers desires to be fulfilled and intentions carried out. This would explain most of its helpful behaviors. Members of SCP-6859-a claim that SCP-6859 has improved their abstract reasoning and overall mental abilities, and that it occasionally gives them hints toward new discoveries in mathematical theories through dreams and sudden bursts of inspiration. Improvements in cognition are difficult to verify and no breakthroughs have occurred as of yet. SCP-6859 can become destabilized. While destabilized, its effects on hosts are similar to a traditional Ramanujan-class infoform infection. However, the symptoms recorded during these periods have been relatively minor, more in line with the low-cognitotoxicity infoforms encountered when attempting to prove the four-colour theorem4 than with previous versions of SCP-6859. Destabilization has occurred as a result of: significant conflicts among hosts (less than an hour duration) the hosts receiving distressing information (several hours) the death of a host (several days) event 6859-8 (twenty days) SCP-6859 can levitate very light objects or teleport them short distances. It uses this ability to perform minor pranks on Foundation staff. For example, its favourite prank involves hiding office supplies such as staplers, scissors or hole punchers. When the subject of the prank looks away to search for the object they will hear and see static indicating SCP-6859 activity. Upon looking back, they will discover the task they intended to carry out has already been completed with the missing tool lying adjacent. Other "pranks" follow a similar pattern—an apparently negative situation is presented but then revealed to be a positive one. Levitation is a recently acquired ability, likely a result of accelerated recruitment of SCP-6859-a members. It is hoped that with more hosts, SCP-6859's abilities can develop further. Discovery: During June of 2021, Dr. Kentaro Yamamura encountered the cognitoform's vector range during private study of the fibonacci sequence. Site-89 surveillance teams discovered clear signs of the perceptual static caused by Ramanujan-class entities, however Dr. Yamamura showed no signs of mental or physical distress from its presence. Foundation personnel made contact with the doctor and he proved amicable to relocation to Site-89 for further research. The properties of SCP-6859 were then established and it was given its current designation. Note: Whenever a Ramanujan-class infoform with no current human hosts is discovered by a human, it creates a new instance of the entity with somewhat randomized traits depending on poorly understood factors. The differences are quite small, and we did not previously believe this could produce non-cognitotoxic variants. It is possible that Dr. Yamamura's unusually positive attitude toward his work and toward life in general influenced the entity toward being agreeable, or perhaps he is just the luckiest man alive. Honestly, I hope it's the latter. We need all the luck we can get. — Katrina Lawrence, Site-89 Director Interview: Event 6859-8 Debriefing Log Date: February 6, 2022 Interviewed: Junior Researcher Selene Davis Interviewer: Director Katrina Lawrence <Begin Log> Director Lawrence: Hello, Researcher. Please state your name and position for the record. Researcher Davis: Director! I mean, uh, I am Junior Researcher Selene Davis, Site-89, studying autopsychomemetics under Professor Cornier. I'm honored to speak with you in person, I thought you would be too busy consulting Yamamura-sensei after what happened. Director Lawrence: I have spoken with the Doctor, yes. Given the significance of these findings, I wanted firsthand accounts from both survivors. Please describe the events of February second, beginning with when you left the site perimeter. Researcher Davis: Yeah, understood. I was accompanying Yamamura-sensei on his daily walk, along with Researcher Kaito and two security staff. We followed the usual path, along the river for maybe twenty minutes at a leisurely pace and then back to the site. We were a few minutes away from the perimeter when the shockwave hit, knocked us all over. Then, uh, Researcher Davis trails off and is silent for several seconds, showing sign of distress. Director Lawrence: Please continue. Researcher Davis: Is it safe? Director Lawrence: There is some danger. Under the circumstances, I have decided to expose myself to it. Please continue. Researcher Davis: Understood, Director. The horizon behind us cracked open and small creatures emerged from the crack and crawled across the sky. They had many arms and no faces and I could see every bit of their awful bodies even though they were so small and so far away, it was like they were right next to me, then something much bigger started reaching through. I recited the mantra from the Apollyon drills and the third time through it seemed to work, I was able to look away and turn back toward the others. Sensei had already broken free and was physically forcing Kaito to turn around, I did the same with one of the guards. The other guard had landed face-down and kept his ears covered and eyes closed the whole time. We led him back to the site perimeter and sounded the alarm so security could take us to quarantine. I could hear the screaming in the back of my head, I tried to drown it out by focusing on my sense of duty, to ensure the safety of the rest of the site. As soon as the door to that cell slammed shut I lost it and just started howling. Director Lawrence looks visibly shaken and pauses to carefully examine the palms of her hands for any signs of sores before continuing. Director Lawrence: Thank you, Davis. I'm sorry, I'm sure this will be difficult for you, but please describe your experience as the infection progressed. Researcher Davis: Okay. Okay. I heard screaming in the back of my head, distant but getting closer. It was an inorganic kind of scream, more like twisting metal than the cry of a living thing, and it drowned out all my thoughts. When the sores started I remember banging my head on the cell wall to try to knock myself out, so that's how I got the concussion I guess. I don't think it worked, although my head did get really fuzzy around then. Then the static started and I felt this stabbing pain in my head and my whole field of vision covered with like, television snow, even when I closed my eyes. It was, uh, I meant, I think… Davis trails off again, looking unsure of herself. Director Lawrence: Oh, yes, in order to facilitate full openness about what happened, I wanted to tell you that we are aware of your actions regarding the entity you call the "dust bunny" and you will not be reprimanded for them. Please tell me what you believe happened at this point, from your perspective, including any elements that may seem superstitious or dubious. This is extremely important. Researcher Davis: So you did know about the shrine. I thought someone must… right, never mind. Okay, so the dust filled my senses and there was a short stabbing pain and I think… I think it, the bunny, it shoved itself into my mind somehow and wrenched the screaming thing out. Then it ate me. Director Lawrence: It ate you? Researcher Davis: Or like absorbed me or engulfed me or something. I felt like my mind was crystallized or frozen, I couldn't think or control my body or hear or see or breathe. Maybe it took my Fourier transform? Okay that was a dumb joke but I do wonder if it converted me to a different format somehow. The screaming was still in my head but it sounded different, unpleasant but not threatening at all, like a single long off-key note that faded to nothing within a minute. As soon as it was gone the bunny let go of me and my mind went back to normal. I was lying on the floor of the cell with a pounding headache, sores and bruises all over my body. I passed out almost immediately and woke up in the infirmary days later. Director Lawrence: Thank you for your honesty. One more thing: can you tell me everything you know about the "dust bunny?" Researcher Davis: You know more than I do, surely, Director. Director Lawrence: Humour me for a moment please. This is important. Researcher Davis: Okay, if you say so. It's gotta be one of the math bugs we study but it's a friendly one, and way more advanced than any of the friendly ones in the book. I think a Ramanujan type just based on the static? It's very friendly, a little mischievous. It shows up as a little static blob with bunny ears, that's where we got the name. It seems to like it when we pretend not to notice it helping, and I think it understands what the shrine is for because there's always a pleasant hum around the area. Director Lawrence pauses to bring up the general equation of the Fibonacci formula on a nearby monitor. Director Lawrence: Do you recognize this formula, Researcher Davis? And do you have any experience in complex analysis? Researcher Davis: What? No, I mean, I think I understand what complex analysis is, I don't recognize that equation. That constant is phi, right? Is this related to the bunny? Director Lawrence: Yes, to both questions. Thank you, this will help us establish the parameters for our next steps forward. Researcher Davis: It really did save me, didn't it? Director Lawrence: That's all for today, Researcher. If all goes well, we may be able to speak more of this soon. Researcher Davis: Understood. Thank you, Director. <End Log> Closing Statement: Recordings taken from quarantine show Researcher Davis and Doctor Yamamura collapsing shortly after the open sores characteristic of [REDACTED] appear on their hands and face. Initially it appears as if both are having a seizure, however, after less than a minute the spasms cease and both lose consciousness. During the apparent seizures, intense visual static and distorted screaming were perceived by all Site-89 staff and members of the SCP-6859-a group suffered severe ocular migraines. Davis and Yamamura were both apparently cured of [REDACTED] during this process and their injuries, including the anomalous sores, healed normally over the following days. SCP-6859 entered a 20 day period of instability during which a barely audible hissing was heard throughout the site and SCP-6859-a members suffered from low-grade fevers and brain fog. Regrettably, neither Agent Luis Cooper of site security nor Junior Researcher Kaito Grayson recovered from this event. Both were terminated by nitric acid immersion and their corpses were incinerated as per regulations. ADDENDUM: From the notes of Senior Researcher Gershwin Blake March 7th, 2022 I wasn't sure what to expect when they shipped me over here from 41. Initial report said the eggheads had dug up some critter from the depths of the complex plane that could inoculate people against the Apollyon. Theoretically possible, we've noted before that certain other anomalies can slow down or stop the process. The Southern Fifthists took a lot longer than everyone else down there to succumb, for example, and some screamers seem to be able to keep it out entirely until they finish off the victim themselves. Initial impressions: the bunny has a lot of growing up to do. Good news: it really did successfully protect two contaminated individuals, even somehow left their memory of the event intact and non-hazardous. Bad news: it cost the entity a lot to do so, and that was only two people. Worse news: SCP-6859 can only inhabit people who have, at minimum, a understanding of the imaginary unit i and the layout of the complex plane, a general understanding of the golden ratio, and a familiarity with the rules for generating terms of the fibonacci sequence. It's not tough to learn but most living humans currently do not fall into this category. I've got the team back at 41 researching some expedited education plans while I study this thing further. March 9, 2022 Consulted with Director Lawrence and the rest of the math bug specialists about the education situation, they say in theory SCP-6859 should be capable of applying these knowledge injection memes to people it has minor influence on itself. Would remove the biggest barrier to widespread infection. I mean, widespread inoculation. I can't believe I'm trying to teach a contagious infoform to spread better. Got the misinformation department working on online rumours to prime the populace in the meantime. March 13th, 2022 Extremely worrying: SCP-6859 seems to destabilize whenever the host group learns something new about the progress of the ongoing CK or XK or whatever they're calling it now. That's not exactly a sign of confidence. The original discoverer, this Yamamura guy, told me he thinks it doesn't connect the briefings with the infections it stopped, it only gets the message about some arbitrarily large number of human fatalities and gets upset about that many minds being snuffed out. Theory: if Omamori is going to work, we need to tell this thing what we need from it, and soon, or it'll never be ready. Going to focus on potential methods of communication. Test log SCP-6859-31: March 15-20th, 2022 Preamble: General procedure for attempting to communicate with SCP-6859 was established in earlier tests. Members of the host group, led by Dr. Yamamura, will meditatively focus on certain thoughts, feelings, memories and intentions, supplemented by written mathematical operations. SCP-6859 outputs its responses in mathematical statements on the site network. Test 1 Intended message The general desired course of the Omamori Protocol. Procedure During meditation, Dr. Yamamura concentrates on his memories of [REDACTED] event. He vocalizes gratitude toward SCP-6859 for its protection, concentrating on the idea of wanting to be protected. He writes out an exponential function and its graph in a piece of paper, intending to communicate the idea of expanding protection exponentially. Response The values of the all nth roots of unity5 for n equals prime numbers between 3 and 17, inclusive. General description of the concept of a chaotic attractor. Description of an unknown topological concept related to möbius strips. Description of the Mandelbrot set and a list of values near the boundary of the set. Interpretation The listed roots of unity are known to have thaumaturgical significance. The remainder of the message may be advice to remain close to something or not exceed the boundary of something—general consensus holds that SCP-6859 was advising us to avoid the actions that led to [REDACTED] in the first place. Notes A little late but thanks anyway. Test 2 Intended message [REDACTED] has already taken place. SCP-6859 may be able to save humanity. Procedure Dr Yamamura again concentrated on his memories of [REDACTED], wrote down several values that are near the boundary of the Mandelbrot set but not part of the set, and then iterated on the relevant function until they began to diverge. SCP-6859-a group concentrated on the idea of wanting to be protected. Yamamura wrote a function that causes values from SCP-6859's vector range to loop around the origin just outside the unit circle, intended to represent it containing the roots of unity from the previous response. Response An unknown operation of monster vertex algebra6 which was halted when it caused extreme discomfort in all SCP-6859 hosts. Several proofs of the existence of unanswerable problems in Turing-complete systems. The statement "the set of all integers divisible by one is equal to the set of all integers." Interpretation The portion about unanswerable problems may represent something SCP-6859 is unable to say, but this is extremely uncertain. The rest is unknown. Notes The bunny tried to do some extremely big-boy math there. If we hooked up a proper supercomputer to the site network, would it be able to use that instead of frying its hosts' brains? I'll see if I can get something like that for the next test. Test 3 Intended message A repeat of the last test but with significant upgrades to the Site-89 computer network's computational capacity. Procedure See above. Response Several unknown operations of monster vertex algebra which took hours to complete. Intense visual and auditory static was perceived throughout the site during the process. A difficult to interpret statement about the empty set. A repetition of the trivial statement "the set of all integers divisible by one is equal to the set of all integers." Interpretation Unknown. Notes None of the eggheads here have any idea what these operations are. Trying to find out if there are any living civilian mathematicians who might still know. Test 4 Intended message [REDACTED] is responsible for civilian deaths which previously caused SCP-6859 to destabilize when it learned of them. Procedure Dr. Yamamura concentrated on his memories from [REDACTED] event while writing a number which is greatest common factor of all causality figures from previous briefings. As an exceptional measure, a file containing [REDACTED] related cognitohazards and labelled with the same number was introduced to an isolated section of the network where SCP-6859 had a presence. SCP-6859-a group was then read excerpts from the previous briefings. Response High-intensity hissing scream heard throughout the site, rising in pitch until inaudible, accompanied by dense visual static. SCP-6859 hosts report head pain and tinnitus for several hours. During this period, trivial statements about the identities of natural numbers are logged in the site network in the form "one plus zero equals one, two plus zero equals two," and so on up to several trillion. Upon returning to stability, SCP-6859 begins to perform further unknown operations of monster vertex algebra and does not stop. Low levels of hissing are perceptible throughout the site. Interpretation We now believe that SCP-6859 is performing these algebra operations for its own unknown purposes rather than in an effort to communicate. These repeated trivial statements about integers are now hypothesized to indicate a desire or intention to preserve the stability of reality. Notes Bringing Apollyon infohazards here was a risk, but considering how much hearing these statistics seems to upset 6859, I wanted to do everything we could to make sure it made the connection the first time. I think it got the picture this time. It's been doing something incomprehensible on the site computers for days now, hopefully preparing. We need to prepare as well. Summary of Site-89 Anomalous Activity, March 24-28 2022 March 24: SCP-6859 continues to use all available site computing capacity for abstract algebra calculations well beyond all known mathematical theory. Dr. Kentaro Yamamura begins to display irregular speech patterns and struggles with comprehension when speaking English and Korean. He passes a psychological screening without issues and seems unconcerned with this development. March 26: SCP-6859's use of site computer systems continues. SCP-6859 demonstrates improved ability to transfer between hosts using methods previously introduced by Dr. Blake. Other native speakers on-site report that Dr. Yamamura's speech has become heavily stilted even in Japanese. The doctor also reports difficulty recognizing human faces, stating that they have become blurry for him. Ongoing communication with O5 Command indicates that viable contingencies are diminishing. Director Lawrence requests more time as the theory is still unproven. She is unable to elaborate. March 27: SCP-6859 activity continues. External observers report that Site-89 is engulfed in a pillar of faint white light. Unfamiliar geometric shapes appear and disappear at unpredictable intervals within the pillar. Despite anomalies, Site-89 hume levels are abnormally close to baseline compared to other locations on Earth. Measurements appear consistent with the presence of a Scranton Reality Anchor several orders of magnitude more powerful than anything the Foundation has ever produced existing at the center of the facility. The O5 council votes to implement the Omamori Protocol 9-2 with one abstaining. Further contingencies are implemented to buy additional time for the protocol. March 28: At 7:34 AM, about ten hours after the O5 vote, SCP-6859 completes its calculations and outputs a very large, unparseable file titled "debug report." Several minutes later, Site-89 broadcasts the following message to every computer system on the planet by unknown means. ATTENTION: LEVEL 0 UNCLASSIFIED IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT THIS FILE IS DISTRIBUTED AS WIDELY AS POSSIBLE AMONG FOUNDATION STAFF AND CIVILIAN POPULATIONS. To the set of all sentient beings on earth: I am organic neural network "Yamamura Kentaro" bearing the following message from "dust bunny": Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes to greet you. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes that you continue to exist. Disharmony contains misleading expressions. Errors appear in neural networks. Errors appear in physical processes. Errors propagate by principle of explosion. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" cannot correct errors in 3-manifold "reality" at sufficient rate. Errors appear during quantum flux. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" does not experience flux. Product of manifold "you" and manifold "dust bunny" does not experience flux. For the product of manifold "dust bunny" with sufficiently many manifold "you", errors can be corrected. Entity/manifold "dust bunny" wishes to correct these errors. Message from guardian spirit "dust bunny" concludes. Please review the attached material for instructions to manifest guardian spirit "dust bunny". Please share this message with the set of all sentient beings you have contact with. Please offer your prayers and supplications to guardian spirit "dust bunny". It will be a good god. Footnotes 1. See Site-89 Standard Infohazard Guidebook, Section 8.b: Analytic Continuation. 2. The fibonacci sequence is a numerical series wherein each term is the sum of the two previous terms. Named after Leonardo Bonacci, later known as Fibonacci, who used the sequence to model the idealized reproduction of rabbits in his 1202 Liber Abaci. 3. Ramanujan-Class A Ramanujan-Class entity is a class of infoform that can inhabit both human minds and computer systems, causing negative physical and mental symptoms of varying severity which generally escalate in severity over time. Distinguished from similar classes of entities by the presence of visual and auditory white noise in area of activity. 4. See Standard Infohazard Guidebook Section 5.c: Graphs and Vertices 5. the nth roots of unity are all complex numbers that can be multiplied by themselves n times for a product of 1. For each value of n there are n roots of unity, including 1 itself, evenly spaced around the unit circle. 6. Monster vertex algebra acts on the vertices of the monster group. The monster group is the largest of the sporadic simple groups and requires 196,882 dimensions for its simplest faithful representation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6859" by GwenWinterheart, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6859. Licensed under CC-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-6860

safe

Item #: SCP-6860 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6860 is to be kept in a plastic display case on the desk of Junior Researcher Florian Iscariot, kept at Site-88. No watering, trimming or any other maintenance of the item is necessary. Description: SCP-6860 is a deceased bonsai tree, more specifically a Japanese maple (Acer palmatum) measuring 8 centimeters in height, kept in a container filled with dirt. SCP-6860’s first anomalous property manifests once a year and can potentially happen on any day that happens to have a full moon at its zenith. When this occurs, an event known as a 6860-Virent Lacrima event occurs, which causes the object to begin growing translucent yale blue petals measuring 1.5 meters in length and 2 meters in width over a period of 7 hours. Following those 7 hours or should the petals be brought further than 1.9 meters away from the object, the petals will completely disintegrate, leaving no traces of them behind. Should a sapient being come into contact with those petals within that radius in addition to being within the allotted 7 hours, it will cause the second anomalous property to be triggered. Subjects will experience a memory from the perspective of deceased Foundation Junior Researcher Florian Iscariot. Beings experiencing these memories will be rendered unable to react to external stimuli whilst experiencing a memory, which can last from a range from 5 minutes to 3 hours from a subject’s point of view. However, outside viewers note that subjects typically come out of the state after 30 minutes. Whilst experiencing the memory from Junior Researcher Iscariot’s perspective, subjects are capable of seeing, hearing, smelling, tasting, and feeling anything that Research Iscariot does. Those experiencing the effects also note that in addition to senses, it is possible to "hear" what the junior researcher is thinking, described as hearing him speak. It has been noted that it is currently not possible to move or influence the actions of Iscariot. The criteria for triggering the viewing of the memory is that a person or being coming into contact with the petal must have interacted with the Junior Researcher before. Should the criteria not be met, then no anomalous effect will occur upon contact with extracted petals. Cataloged Below are Testing Logs during some recorded 6860-Virent-Lacrima events. Testing Logs Testing Logs Successfully Loaded Test Date: 01/16/██ Subject Name: D-27781 Subject Behavior After Incident: Nothing of interest was noted. Perceived Time/Actual Time: None / 5 Minutes Subject Thoughts: The subject recorded no knowledge of who Iscariot was. Subject Report: D-27781 reported nothing to occur. A recorded hint of annoyance is noted following extraction. Aftermath: Due to the anomalous effect not occurring, there is no aftermath to record. Note: It seems like people with no contact or knowledge of the existence of the researcher will not trigger the anomalous effect of the petals. I'll be sure to update the document so we dont waste time again. - Researcher Cyrus Test Date: 01/28/██ Subject Name: D-10177 Subject Behavior After Incident: Subject behavior was more hostile towards Foundation staff. Perceived Time/Actual Time: 2 minutes / 2 Minutes Subject Thoughts: When questioned on Iscariot, D-10177 was hostile and vulgar, blaming the researcher for the loss of her right index finger. Subject Report: D-10177 reported seeing a memory from the researcher where when D-10177 was used in a test with SCP-███. Subject recalled how the thoughts of the researcher did his best to reassure the subject of his safety, right before the subject was maimed, resulting in the loss of the D-Class’s finger. Aftermath: Subject ceased all hostility to Foundation staff. Test Date: 02/14/██ Subject Name: Research Assistant Alex De Vries Behavior After Incident: Subject was more withdrawn, tended to work longer hours, and tended to be trite when it came to conversations with the other staff. The subject tended to spend long periods in the room that houses SCP-6860. Perceived Time/Actual Time: 10 Minutes Subject Thoughts: Assistant De Vries noted that was fairly calm albeit very dull at times individual to them. Despite this, De Vries held them in high regard as they were the ones that helped them get settled once they began work at the Foundation. Subject expressed a want to personally spend more time with them in addition to wishing that Iscariot was still here. Subject Report: Research Assistant De Vries noted that the interaction took place in a break room 3 weeks after they had started work as a research assistant. They noted being able to taste the sandwich that Iscariot was eating. Iscariot approached De Vries, asking them how they were holding up so far with working at the site. They, De Vries, responded that they had been acclimating fairly well, and profusely thanked them for the assistance that Iscariot had provided. Iscariot chuckled and told them that it was nothing to fret about. Aftermath: Subject noted to remain withdrawn from others, but ceased actions that would lead to further isolation from other staff. Test Date: 04/22/██ Subject Name: Janitor Lorenzo Di Oricalo Behavior After Tragedy: Nothing of interest was noted. Perceived Duration/Actual Duration: 3 Minutes/3 Minutes Subject Thoughts: Janitor Lorenzo described the junior researcher as a fairly messy person, but that he always made sure to somewhat clean up after himself. Subject Report: Di Oricalo was brought to the perspective of Iscariot, with him noticing that he was tending to a Bonsai Tree. Di Oricalo walked past the room, as he was cleaning the hallway outside. Due to the fact the door was open, Iscariot called out to the janitor by name, greeting him. Di Oricalco greeted him in return, before moving out of sight to continue cleaning the hallway. Aftermath: Subject continued prior behaviors. Test Date: 03/09/██ Subject Name: Researcher Autumn Cyrus Subject Behavior After Incident: Subject was noticeably more cordial and amicable to other staff. Before the incident involving Iscariot, the subject's conversations tended to have aspects of brevity to them and would actively avoid other staff. Perceived Duration/Actual Duration: 1 Hour, 25 Minutes/8 Minutes Subject Thoughts: Researcher Cyrus stated that the two could be described as friends. She described Iscariot as a genuinely good person, a rarity within the Foundation. Subject Report: Researcher Cyrus described a game of chess being played with Iscariot, back when the two were research assistants. Being new to the game, Iscariot was described to have made several mistakes typical of beginners. The match lasted an hour, with Researcher Cyrus capturing most of Iscariot's chess pieces, resulting in Iscariot's loss. The Junior Researcher was noted to take the loss well, mentally vowing to beat them the next time they had enough time to play again. Aftermath: Researcher continued prior mentioned behavior. No other behaviors were noted to have manifested. Test Date: 01/02/██ Subject Name: Head Researcher Lucian Iscariot Subject Behavior After Incident: Subject was noted as wishing to retire from the Foundation following the incident. However, the subject was noted to have a further increased rate of productivity as well as more leniency to lower-level staff. Perceived Time/Actual Time: 29 minutes/20 minutes Thoughts Before Contact: The subject recorded that Junoir Researcher Iscariot could be described as a bit of a slacker, but could be incredibly productive when required too. In addition to that, head Researcher Iscariot stated that Junior Researcher Iscariot was a little too trusting and naive for his own good. When asked about how he was handling the loss of his son, Iscariot curtly replied to focus on the task at hand. Subject Report: Head Researcher Iscariot described witnessing the memory of lecturing Iscariot on the multiple errors on a document that the subject was writing for a newly discovered and researched SCP. Head Researcher Iscariot noticed the very clear lethargy present in Iscariot that he had failed to notice when they had met to discuss the quality of the article. The Junior Researcher was silent for most of the interaction, with the only thought the subject recorded that he regretted not taking time off to rest, instead choosing to write the article throughout the night instead of sleeping. Iscariot profusely apologized and promised to have a better-written document by the end of the day. Aftermath: Following the experiment, Head Researcher Iscariot decided to withdraw his retirement request and instead requested to be put in charge of any further experiments with SCP-6860. The request has been approved. Addendum 6860-001: SCP-6860 was discovered following Research Assistant De Vries experiencing a 6860-Virent Lacrima event when attempting to come into contact with some of the petals created by SCP-6860. SCP-6860 still happened to be stored in the room where Junior Researcher Iscariot worked in 2 and a half weeks following an incident resulting in the passing of Iscariot. Due to the circumstances, it was decided that SCP-6860 would be kept on the desk. Addendum 6860-002: Following chemical analysis of the liquid stored within the petals, it was determined that the main identifiable chemicals and compounds were Lysozyme, Lactoferrin, Lipocalin, Lacritin, Immunoglobulins, and Acetylcholine. From a Father to his Son . . . Dear Florian, It has been some time. For this, I apologize, as I have been caught up with research and work on your tree. It's a rather beautiful thing, that anomaly. On the day of the incident, it was all I had left of you at the time. I am forever grateful for it preserving your legacy, your memories, in that manner. I know i wasn't the best father, always away due to my job at the Foundation, but you always understood, always smiling at me and saying that you were just happy to spend time with me and your mother. I would be strict on you, but it was to make you stronger for the career road you had chosen. You stated that you wanted to help keep the world in the bright light in a way that no other job in the world did just like I did. I apologize for the strictness and austerity i showed you while you were here, as I only wanted to make sure you were doing your absolute best. Yet still, you held fast. Still, you showed kindness, and compassion in a place like the Foundation in such amounts that other employees were put off by your demeanor. You still showed some empathy to D Class with lesser offenses, you showed compassion to those you disagreed with. Showed warmth to the anomalies that felt nothing but the cold. Over time, it was accepted and happily welcomed in, acting as a reprieve from the darkness. I apologize for not reciprocating your kindness, and instead choosing to remain locked in the culture there was before your arrival. Even after your departure, we still feel your warmth. We still acknowledge your sacrifice. You've given a lot of us second chances on how we act and treat others. We still remember you. Your contributions will not be forgotten, forever immortalized on those you helped. And I am so proud to have been able to call you my son, Florian. I am sorry I rarely told you such in your life. I will make sure, that as your father, others know of you too, making it so your memory will carry on in the light, so it will never fade in the dark. Love, Your Father, Lucian ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6860" by Sir Stryriad, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6860. Licensed under CC-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-6861

neutralized

Guaire You can find more of my articles here. Item #: SCP-6861 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6861’s remains are kept frozen in a standard biological-remains containment chamber. Paleontological personnel are allowed to examine it as they consider necessary. Description: SCP-6861 corresponds to the bodily remains of PoI-1860. Prior to its death, SCP-6861 was a living specimen of Tyrannosaurus rex, which, according to eyewitness testimony, was born in February 1809 in the State of Kentucky, USA. Prior to its death, PoI-1860 possessed an anomalous capability by which human observers were unable to perceive SCP-6861’s true nature, instead seeing it as a non-anomalous Anglo-American human male. This, alongside its human-like intelligence, allowed its existence as an anomaly to be concealed from the American Secure Containment Initiative until its death in 1865. While at the height of its health SCP-6861 measured 12 meters long and weighed over 7 metric tons. This influenced the SCP’s successful, though short lived, wrestling and military careers. SCP-6861 would, in its adulthood, pursue a career in politics, joining the, at the time anti-slavery, Republican Party and becoming a member of the Illinois house of representatives in 1834, the American House of Representatives in 1842 and eventually participating in the 1860 presidential race. PoI-1860 would eventually die in 1865, following a terrorist attack in Washington’s D.C Ford’s Theatre by confederate sympathizer John Wilkes Booth, who fatally shot PoI-1860 through the eyesocket while uttering the phrase “Sic Semper Tyrannosaurus”. The death of PoI-1860 in this event led to the loss of its anomalous properties, and as a result an extensive coverup by the American Secure Containment Initiative, which would later become the SCP Foundation, took place. A posthumous analysis of Booth’s body revealed it to be a member of the species Spinosaurus aegyptiacus. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6861" by Guaire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6861. Licensed under CC-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-6862

archon

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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } Sounds of laughter, shades of life are ringing through my open ears Inciting and inviting me Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns It calls me on and on across the universe ( Across the Universe - The Beatles ) SCP-6862 - Beatlemania 2: Keep on Beatlin' Major thanks to DtheAussie for being a great friend and helping with a chunk of the instances! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6862 Level3 Containment Class: archon Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6862, it is impossible to fully contain or observe by standard means. Foundation agents are tasked with identifying and documenting all instances of SCP-6862 that are discovered, as well as monitoring any potential changes. The surviving members of The Beatles are to be closely monitored for any potential anomalies that may arise. No further action is necessary at this time. Description: SCP-6862 is the presence of content created by The Beatles1 in all known timelines, dimensions, and realities. The Beatles during a press conference, 1965. SCP-6862 manifests in a variety of forms, including recordings of The Beatles' music, photographs of the band, and other related artifacts. These manifestations are often highly variable and may include alternate versions of songs or photographs of the band that differ from those found in our timeline. SCP-6862 appears to be a consistent feature of reality, and has persisted throughout all observed changes to the timeline. This suggests that SCP-6862 is not affected by alterations to the timeline itself, and may exist outside of temporal causality altogether. While SCP-6862 is a constant feature of reality, it does not necessarily mean that The Beatles themselves exist in every timeline. In many cases, SCP-6862 appears to exist in a vacuum, with no other evidence of The Beatles' presence. Below is a log of notable manifestations: Dimension/Timeline Name Description Manifestation WZ-76943 A timeline where humanity never developed language beyond basic communication, and has not progressed beyond a hunter-gatherer society. A collection of cave paintings depicting four figures resembling members of The Beatles performing on a stage, alongside images of prehistoric animals and hunting scenes. AX-12643 A timeline where World War II ended with a nuclear exchange between the allies and axis powers, leading to near-complete eradication of all life. A heavily damaged vinyl record with the title "A Hard Day's Night" etched into it, found in the ruins of a bomb shelter. TL-89285 A timeline identical to ours. However, human life never evolved. Instead, earth is populated by a species of insect humanoids. A band named "The Humans" was created by said humanoids. This band features direct parodies from songs by The Beatles.2 TR-27394 A timeline where the United Kingdom, and all of its citizens, do not exist. A collection of 17,544 John Lennon bobble-heads are found within a limestone cave in Missouri. The bobble-heads were arranged in a perfect rectangle, facing directly at the cave’s opening. LO-88823 A timeline where most animal life, including all of humanity, ended during the 1600s due to a series of meteorites striking the earth. A recorded document from a destroyed church shows sheet music; related documents describe how the music was “a sign of the rocks’ coming”. The music takes on the main melody of “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)”. GI-11968 A pocket dimension found inside of a refrigerator at Site-43's cafeteria. Area expands into approximately thirty thousand miles in all directions, resembling the inside of said refrigerator. The frozen corpse of Paul McCartney was found at the northeast wall. II-23842 A dimension completely devoid of any sound. The members of The Beatles persist as celebrities on Earth, known for their world-famous dancing acts. SCP-432 An maze-like extradimensional space located within a steel storage cabinet. Scratches within a system of pipes3 spell out “MORE POPULAR THAN JESUS”. Whilst the dates of the scratches are unknown, it is presumed that they culminated over years rather than being written all at once. VG-93921 A timeline directly identical to earth. However, at an unknown time, all humans evolved to directly resemble George Harrison, and communicate in British accents. George Harrison was a member of The Beatles. AK-77234 A timeline currently situated within the year 109 AD. A religion known as “Bedalism” is formed in Eastern Europe, worshipping four godly figures- “Jaghn”, “Pol”, “G’yor” and “Ringo”. SC-77410 An alternate universe lacks all forms of matter, filled with completely empty space. Most notably, it lacks SCP-6862 or The Beatles content in any form. SC-77410 was initially discovered after Foundation Operatives retrieved a distress signal from Site-98.4 N/A Below is a transcription of the distress signal. Access audio file. Access audio file. Throughout the transmission, sounds of sirens and panicked breathing are audible. Uh, hey. So. It's Senior Researcher Julias Hadley. Or uh, Dr. Hadley. So us and some folks down at..I forgot the department but they worked on just getting rid of shit from the noosphere or whatever it's called. I think, nobody said much. And uh, Dr. Henshaw started to check for a constant, something that's just in all of them. And what he found was, uh. The Beatles. Yeah, they are just… everywhere, and he was worried it was some sorta thaumaturge or reality bender gone mad, right? So we worked with some other sites to like..erase that stuff. Since a lot of the universes looked real bad, right? But after what happened with other tests for other anomalies in the past, they decided to keep our memories so we know how to turn the machine thing off so we don't get another six-eight-two-zero. So, right after we do that, uh, we get some calls about universal instability, a lot. The O5's were pissed. So Henshaw is trying to find a way to return The Beatles, same with everybody else. If some other universe gets this, we fucked up bad. We fucked up real b- The transmission ended abruptly, and all attempts to contact SC-77410 have met with silence. Both Senior Researcher Julias Hadley and Site Director Dr. Henshaw report no plans on testing with SCP-6862. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-8762 (+34) • SCP-7640 (+44) • SCP-6825 (+88) • SCP-7921 (+40) • SCP-8990 (+23) • SCP-5796 (+101) • SCP-7230 (+29) • SCP-7799 (+33) • SCP-8420 (+77) • SCP-7345 (+126) • SCP-6294 (+40) • SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-6160 (+76) • Tales/GoI Formats Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • It Will All Be Okay (+38) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • in her arms, (+35) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • VILE (+38) • The Son You Love (+50) • scatterbrained. (+49) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Freefall (+26) • Other Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • A timely death. (+19) • Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • Footnotes 1. A popular music group from the 1960s. 2. Examples include, but are not limited to: Yellow Jacket Hive, Let It Flea, and All You Need is Bugs. 3. Presumably done by instances of SCP-432-1. 4. A Foundation site specializing in multidimensional and extraterrestrial anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6862" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6862. Licensed under CC-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: Beatles press conference 1965-1.jpg Author: Minnesota Historical Society License: CC A-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Beatles_press_conference_1965-1.jpg

SCP-6863

neutralized

NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS & INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The contents of this file have been tampered with. The file must remain preserved in its current state, as it is the subject of an ongoing murder investigation. Edits are prohibited at this time. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA I like this picture MUCH MUCH better than your other one Dr. Taylor! Item #: SCP-6863 Special Containment Procedures: The fragments of SCP-6863 are to be kept in a standard evidence locker located in Site-42’s Security Department. Description: : SCP-6863 appears to be a circular white plastic button (70.8mm) set in a black plastic base (87.9 mm). When pressed, the object emits a slightly distorted sound clip exclaiming “That’s A Wonderful Idea!” Subjects who interact with the object have claimed to feel a sense of renewed confidence in any idea or plan they had been considering at the time. Subjects become irrevocably convinced to follow through with said idea. Further testing utilizing SCP-6863 as a means of improving morale within the ranks of Class C individuals is currently being spearheaded by Dr. ███████ Taylor. Utilizing SCP-6863 as a possible alternative to amnestics for agents suffering from psychological traumaaaaAAAA oh golly I guess that’s my cue. How do you write one of these fancy things? Let’s give it a try. SCP-6863 appears to be in pieces! It appears to have bubbling bits of your bitch brain coating all the cute little cracks Dr. Taylor! What’s black & white and red all over Dr. Taylor? Your magic button! WOOPSIE! I think I might’ve heard your gurgling corpse shit the floor just now. Gross! You’re making a mess all over your fancy carpet. Have some decency! You are EMBARRASSING yourself in front of a peasant! Rude rude rude Dr. Taylor. Rude rude rude. Boy I tell ya, I feel all sorts of legitimized sitting here at your desk. Typing away. I’m a real smarty pants now huh? Writing a fancy paper like the rest of you hot-shot researchers. This means I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I matter now right? I’m just like Dr. Taylor! I bet they’re all going to start taking me seriously around these parts now. I’m writing words. I’m writing woRDS! Doing the real work. DOING THE REAL WORK! Words words words. Watch this: hewrehgiytewdzbvmb. Dysfaeqrgh no f j geyir wteaetzvj. Mbkgrzhzruzrfuvj That was a good one. Cooking with gas. We aRE COOKING WITH GAS NOW! I am on fire. Silly me. I never thought I could be somebody smart like you, Dr. Taylor. I’m just a field agent, after all. ONLY a field agent. I’m out there breaking my bones. Bleeding myself dry. Looking the monsters in the eye. Showing them my face. But you? You got the real tough job, dontcha doc? You’re the real motherfucking hero. You sit here at a desk and write words! Then you drag my bony ass in here once a week, pretend to listen to a single word I say, tell me to say something nice about myself and CLICKITY CLACK PAP PAP PAP THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA!!!!!!!! You know, this is easier than I thought! Much easier than I thought. Pressing buttons. Writing words. I've got message for all you folks down there in in the offsite trenches. Now's the time for action. Yeah, you! You know what to do! Now's the time! Do it! Write words to matter! YOU’VE BEEN CHOSEN Uh oh! There’s banging at the door. I think they know what happened. I think they heard you begging. I think they heard me laughing. Or maybe somebody is watching me write this? I guess our session is over. Here they come… They’re very upset with me. I can hear them calling to me from hell. They’re throwing a real fit over this. I wish I could have asked you for advice on how to finish my fancy shmancy research paper, Dr. Taylor. I think I was onto something here! Oh well. I’ll miss our little chats. You really were the highlight of my week. Now you’re just a shit-covered corpse on the floor. You are clumps of brain bits & brown hair clinging to what’s left of a broken button. Was it worth it? You were right! You were fucking right! This really was a WONDERFUL IDEA! I’ve got another one. Wanna see? Addendum 6863-1 Hide Addendum DELETE YOUR LIFE’S WORK? THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! Addendum 6863-2 Hide Addendum DELETE YOUR LIFE’S WORK? THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! Addendum 6863-3 Hide Addendum DELETE YOUR LIFE’S WORK? THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! Addendum 6863-4 Hide Addendum DELETE YOUR LIFE’S WORK? THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6863" by Agent Jackrabbit, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6863. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: scp-6863.jpg Author: Agent Jackrabbit License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki

SCP-6864

esoteric-class

 close Info X Author Page | Discussion | Feeling Lucky? ⚠️ Content Warning: Suggestive content regarding physical or bodily harm and physical/mental harassment. Scary images too. More by JakdragonX: Epitaphs of Mine — feat. Ralliston SCP-4983 -- Welcome to Hales Hungry For a Bagel ⚠️ content warning > New host detected. Connecting to integrated SIMULACRUM agent… > Beginning system startup as user "TECHNICIAN" [COMPLETE] Bootloader loaded successfully. [COMPLETE] Neural-link connection established. [COMPLETE] ScIP Operating System (ScIP.OS) - V. 12.5.10 has been detected. [COMPLETE] No peripherals have been detected on system. [COMPLETE] Beginning pre-scan of subconscious compatability with digital interface. [ERROR] Compatability has not been verified. [COMPLETE] Scan has detected port 4564332 as open for SIMULACRUM connection. [COMPLETE] Initiating handshake between host and remote servers. [ERROR] No acknowledgement by sending packet. [ERROR] Unstable connection between host and SIMULACRUM database detected. [ERROR] Security scan has detected possible malware! [ERROR] Unable to isolate target files. [ERROR] KERNEL CRASH DETECTED! HALTING SYSTEM START-UP! > Corrupted data detected! Initiating automated troubleshooter to resolve possible issues… > Please wait as the necessary application(s) load… > … > … > … > Troubleshooter is unable to fix corrupted files. Please check SKS.log for further information. > Would you like to attempt further troubleshooting by booting into SAFE MODE? — y/n >> y > Acknowledged. Running host SIMULACRUM session via SAFE MODE… > Complete. Beginning VIEW-ONLY session of remote user's connection at 16:07… FROM: no-reply (moc.gniffatsdoowleb|detamotua#moc.gniffatsdoowleb|detamotua) TO: Brittany Williams (ten.pics|smailliw.ynattirb#ten.pics|smailliw.ynattirb) SUBJECT: 6 Month Contract Notice CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 6 MONTH MILESTONE WITH US! YOU HAVE MADE US PROUD! Brittany Williams, What a fantastic experience this must have been for you! From your very first day, we at Belwood Staffing saw your potential. We saw your dedication, and your capabilities to aspire and achieve. Now, after nearly 6 months of being with us, we can safely say that your potential has been reached. Your commitment to our cause is inspiring and, for that, we wish to thank you — from the very bottom of our hearts. <3 We know that after today, your contract with us expires. However, that doesn't mean things have to end! Belwood Staffing would like to graciously offer you a position as a FULL-TIME employee, effective immediately! Such an opportunity would jumpstart your life into a fulfilling and worthwhile career here at Belwood Staffing. With numerous benefits and advantages, we hope that you consider joining us on our journey as an organization! If you're ready to get started, then please read the below information carefully. These attachments contain vital information regarding the new-hire process. If you have any questions, please reach out to your Belwood Staffing Recruiter immediately. Along with your new-hire documents, we have also compiled a brief collection of your past memories with us. We hope you enjoy them! :) "WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!" > Data synchronized at 16:09. WORK OVERVIEW FOR BELWOOD STAFFING NEW-HIRE Belwood Staffing's administrative buildings, located in Sacramento, California, U.S.A. LOCATION: BSL-6864 WORK TYPE: Walk-in/Remote (Full-time) SPECIAL WORK REQUIREMENTS: In order to apply for this Belwood Staffing position, all associates are required to have the following: High School diploma or equivalent Bachelor's and/or Master's degree in Human Resources Minimum of 5 years of work experience in a related field US work authorization or identification Willingness to consume and/or regularly use enhancing supplements for the sake of improved work performance Able to work strenuously on weekends and nights, as required Preferred and successful candidates for this position are those who are goal-oriented and performance-driven. Applicants must also be able to work as a team, and maintain a positive attitude amongst their new family here at Belwood Staffing! Additionally, candidates are required to have excellent oral and written communication skills. An "always prepared" mindset is just the person Belwood Staffing needs! Those who are also proficient with computers are more likely to be considered for the role, alongside those who possess highly developed customer service and organizational skills. DESCRIPTION: Belwood Staffing needs your help! We are looking for a skilled staffing recruiter to undertake a variety of tasks such as identifying, organizing, and hiring qualified applicants from various platforms and positions. More specifically, Belwood Staffing recruiters will undertake the following tasks: Facilitating the recruitment process by reviewing applications, resumes, and cover letters. Posting available contractor and/or temporary jobs to platforms such as Indeed, ZipRecruiter, Glassdoor, etc. Complete phone screens and/or interviews with potential candidates as required. Interact with applicants, managers, and other agencies in a professional manner. Ensure that the hiring process remains efficient, timely, and positive for Belwood Staffing. But working here is more than just some 9-5! Beyond your regularly scheduled duties, Belwood Staffing employees are also required to help maintain a stable and positive workplace environment. To promote our positive reputation, you will work closely alongside our certified staff to determine a proper dietary/workout plan that'll refine your appearance and perfect your image! While working alongside Belwood Staffing is its own reward, applicants who are accepted into this position will also receive a plethora of additional benefits! Opportunities for flexible scheduling, health, and dental insurance, 401(k), paid time off, and more are available to all full-time employees. We hope to see your smiling face here soon! REFERENCE DOCUMENTS COURTERSY OF BELWOOD LEGAL <3 DECEMBER 2020 Customers satisfied: 0 Starting a new job is never easy. Think about all the things we go through in order to be employed. From scrolling through countless pages of online job postings to finally sitting down for an interview just for them to turn you away…. It's quite frustrating, isn't it? We, here at Belwood Staffing, understand that struggle. It's hard, and more often than not the experience is never rewarding for the applicant themselves. That's why we wish to change it. To become truly unique from the traditional status-quo. With people like you by our side, we can achieve that dream. Do you remember your very first interview with us? Oh, how young and ambitious you were! So ready and prepared to show the world your skills and talent. Our recruiters saw the potential within you to achieve, and from there a budding new relationship began to form between us. Surely you remember too, right? If not, don't worry. We saved the memory for you so we could enjoy it forever. > Data synchronized at 16:11. [BEGIN LOG] WILLIAMS: Thank you for your time. ALLEN: Of course, of course. And thank you for being here. WILLIAMS: It's a pleasure, really. I think working with you guys would be a fantastic opportunity. ALLEN: I'm glad you think so! We're excited to be able to sit down like this and talk. After looking through your resume — we saw a spark in you that we haven't seen in anyone else. WILLIAMS: Oh, thank you. I'm flattered. ALLEN: Well, if you don't mind me asking: what makes you feel like you'd be perfect in this role with Belwood? WILLIAMS: I don't mind at all. And really, I think my experience speaks for itself. Essentially it boils down to my love for engaging and helping people. I'm good at seeing everyone for their worth and their skills. Plenty of employers would agree with me too, as you can probably see in my resume. ALLEN: Fantastic answers, Brittany. ALLEN clears his throat. ALLEN: Beyond the experience and your obvious skill then, how do you feel about fitting in with Belwood in terms of its culture? We believe things like staff engagement and interpersonal interaction are all vital for a company to thrive. Would you agree with that? WILLIAMS: Oh, of course. Having a positive environment where each of us can promote one another in a productive manner can make all the difference. I try to stay as positive and friendly with my co-workers as possible. ALLEN: That's great news. We want to treat everyone here equally — like family, really. WILLIAMS: I think that's fantastic. More companies should strive to have that bond with their workers. ALLEN: Agreed. [Coughing] I should also mention that Belwood Staffing has a zero-tolerance policy for things like bigotry, discrimination, and hate. Are you comfortable with policies like this in our organization? WILLIAMS: Frankly, I'd be quite worried if policies like that weren't everywhere now. ALLEN: You and me both. WILLIAMS: It's a shame that it has to even be stated, if I'm being honest. ALLEN: [Chucking] That's one of the great things about us — we truly care. We just want everyone to get along — even if we have to shuffle some things around for it to work. Does the idea of going by a new name or anything sound good to you? WILLIAMS: I believe I can make that work, yeah. ALLEN: That's fantastic! I must say, I'm really impressed with you so far. WILLIAMS: You're too kind, thank you, sir. ALLEN: No, thank you! [Laughter] Alright we're almost done, I promise. Just one question, that's all. WILLIAMS: Yeah, how can I help? ALLEN: If I asked you to join this position with Belwood Staffing right now, would you accept my offer? [END LOG] JANUARY 2021 Customers satisfied: 8 You made quite the impression on us! We couldn't wait to have you onboard our certified team of experts (and they couldn't wait either.) We know that you may have felt excited or even slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of joining our team, and that's okay. Making such a large leap into your future can often be scary! But with all the hiring documents completed, we could finally begin your first day. With it, an entirely new universe was in your grasp. We know that adjusting to a new environment can be difficult, and getting acquainted with your new family is stressful! But you, Brittany (and now BSL-6864-313), are very special. Where most people falter and freeze, you excelled. Even as a fresh new hire, you surpassed our expectations by a mile and then some. According to our records, you were able to help 8 people find jobs that day. What an impressive number for your first day! Our team couldn't have been any prouder of your skills. Said skills only continued to improve with our help. Belwood Staffing provides our members with quality training and enhancement courses that anyone can learn! Do you remember your very first training lesson? How exciting it was! You learned so much and acquired so many new skills that would only help you on your journey with us. Take a look below to see some of the training you had during your employment at Belwood Staffing. It might be a fantastic refresher on our atmosphere and culture! [ERROR] SAFE MODE has run into an issue with loading these files at 16:14. Possible data corruption detected. Would you still like to continue? OPEN FILE [BEGIN LOG] Video begins with a flyover of the Belwood Staffing administration building in Sacramento. After a dramatic sweep of the building, the camera perspective shifts to the inside of a hallway. Inside, a crowd of people swarms around the camera, walking past. Music plays in the background. NARRATOR: If you are seeing this video, then congratulations on your new position in Belwood Staffing. The video perspective shifts again, now overlooking several cubicles inside an unmarked office space. NARRATOR: We wish to welcome you, regardless of your wealth, status, employment history, or past circumstances. Here at Belwood, you are our newest member of the family. The video perspective shifts to that of a woman, age unknown. She is looking toward the camera, wiping her brow. ACTOR 1: At Belwood, I just feel so… so comfortable, really. Like I— uh, really belong…? It's been such a — a rejuvenating experience being with so many people. NARRATOR: This is BSL-3319-287, BSL-3319's newest hire here in California. The camera perspective shifts to another angle of the actor, looking upwards at her from the floor. She wipes her brow again. ACTOR 1: I really, REALLY, wouldn't be able to recommend this place enough, yeah. It's been ha— ACTOR 1 freezes and opens her mouth before cutting abruptly. Video now begins playing a still image of a large facility. The interior is vacant, save for several cubicles in the nearby vicinity. After a moment, a splash image of "ATMOSPHERE" appears over the image. This lingers for 15 seconds, occasionally flickering in view, before fading. NARRATOR: Here at Belwood, we take pride in our achievements. Not only have we become the top employer in the country, but we also score among the highest in workplace culture and atmosphere. The video flashes before changing to view another open hallway. Now, one individual can be seen, standing in the center of the walkway. She stares downwards to the floor. NARRATOR: This is— The NARRATOR's voice wavers and fades. The individual has not moved and stays motionless for several more seconds. NARRATOR: She— The individual in question jerks her head upward, towards the camera. Red streaks are visible across the sides of her face, where her eyes should be visible. A loud shriek is heard momentarily before the video cuts, now showing the hallway completely vacant. NARRATOR: Is gone. You have the opportunity to relive her story. Let's go back, and see how she managed to get through her first day— A black screen prompts, reading "[CONFIDENTIAL]." NARRATOR: It seems that she is uncomfortable. How do you think we should assist her? The screen flickers briefly. NARRATOR: Option 1, should we confront her attacker directly? The sounds of screaming and gunfire are heard briefly. NARRATOR: Option 2, should she lay down and accept her situation? Grunting and moaning can now be heard. Sobbing is detected, but cannot be verified. NARRATOR: Option 3, should she become less desirable to human urges? The sound of a chainsaw, dripping liquid, and moaning plays loudly. NARRATOR: Correct, option 3 is the best choice. Yelping and screaming overtake the NARRATOR's voice until shifting once more. The video now displays the Belwood Staffing administration video, upside down and inverted. NARRATOR: Continue watching to see more examples of workplace preparation. Always remember that you— Another black screen, now displaying "ARE ALWAYS AT FAULT" in white letters fills the contents of the screen, which remains visible until the end of the video segment. [END LOG] CLOSE FILE MARCH 2021 Customers satisfied: 158 Your training proved to come in handy, BSL-6864-313! As a Recruiter, you needed the necessary tools to achieve and we, at Belwood Staffing, were there for you. You only continued to excel as the months went by. Positive reviews of both you and your work quickly flooded our offices! Compliments on your customer service, communication skills, overall performance, and your hire choices were particularly impressive! While we could continue on about how many reviews you received, we believe that it may be better to just show you an example of one sent to us. According to BSL-6864-115, you were: "Fantastic! Oh, she's so amazing!" She helped me find the PERFECT job for my needs. Now I can finally afford my new car and my son's college tuition. And it's all thanks to her and her beautiful, GORGEOUS face!" "Thank you so much for this! I will cherish this opportunity and make sure that I never let down my family again :)" Needless to say, with reviews like these you were soon outperforming everyone in your area! You quickly became the talk of the town, and Belwood Staffing noticed. That's one of the great things about being with us — your achievements will never be missed! But, unfortunately, we can't always excel. Sometimes we have our bad days too. Moments that really test us as a whole, and make us wonder if we're truly prepared for this journey we call "life." BSL-6864-313, do you ever remember your struggles with us? Or how we always came to support you in your troubles? Well, we remember. Almost as if it was yesterday — all those times when you needed someone. Anyone. But luckily you have us. And we've been here for you since. > Data synchronized at 16:16. hey, mom? hello??? i really need your help Sweetie! Love of my life! Of course, what's going on today?? look, mom, I made a mistake im at work rn and i don't feel safe You don't feel safe? I thought Belwood Staffing was a FANTASTIC place!?!?? no mom please just listen to me the people here… they're different. i didn't notice it until now. i thought it was just me not paying attention or maybe i was just looking at them wrong What do you mean honey bunchins?? why are you calling me that? look, the people here… they're hollow. vacant. they all look the same, talk the same, ACT the same… and their faces. its horrifying and im just uncomfortable. is there any way you could come grab me? im thinking about leaving for the day LEAVE? Don't you know that's irresponsible? I raised you better than that BSL-6864-313! how do you know that name? mom??? no silly, you have the wrong number! This is BSL-6864-211. your manager! Come to my desk upstairs! We can talk ALL about it <3 room 15 what did you do with my mom? answer me hello?? MAY 2021 Customers satisfied: 343 As you've experienced, life can be really hard sometimes. Which is why we need some help, from time to time. But what happens when your friends aren't around? Or, even worse, what if your family doesn't have your back? Luckily, however, your new family is here instead! Our team is full of dedicated, talented, and hard-working people like yourself. Each of them, no matter how small or how strong, are always willing to help you. Our family knew that you were suffering from a lot of stress. Which is why we decided to help you in the best way possible — a departure party! One of our final memories together, but something that's still important nonetheless. Don't you recall how many people were there to cheer you on? To congratulate you on your successes and support you for the next stage of your career? It would be a travesty to not reflect on that memory. Which is why we saved some special, never-before-seen footage, just for you! > Data synchronized at 16:23. [BEGIN LOG] Recording begins with an individual setting the camera on a nearby table, pointing it towards a door. The inside of the room is faintly lit with tall candles. Along the walls, several people can be seen crouching — presumably hiding — with party hats and similar party attire. A banner is strewn along the ceiling, although its contents cannot be discerned from this angle. [UNKNOWN 1]:[Whispering] Shhh…! I think I can hear her — she's coming! [UNKNOWN 2]: In your places everyone! Several people run past the camera, cutting out of view. In the distance, a faint humming can be heard. The group behind the door tense in preparation as rattling keys fumble with the front door. After a moment a deadbolt lock can be heard shifting, and then the door swings open. Light from the outside hallway illuminates the room slightly, showing two people who are standing in front of the door on the opposite side. The individual opening the door does not notice anything and walks inside. She searches for a nearby light switch and activates it. As the lights turn on, the two people standing nearby pounce on their target. She yelps as they bring her to the floor. [EVERYONE]: SURPRISE! The crowd laughs and cheers as the target screams and attempts to escape. On top of her, a member of the group retrieves a long belt from his waist. After a brief struggle, the attacker is able to wrap the belt around the target's upper torso and limbs, restricting her movements. On the opposite side, another member of the group retrieves duct tape from a nearby drawer and proceeds to cover the target's mouth and wrap the tape around her. The target continues to struggle unsuccessfully as another member grabs a desk chair and rolls it nearby. Other members of the group then lift and secure the target onto the chair itself. She attempts to scream for help, but the tape muffles her voice. The crowd continues cheering as the target is spun around to a dark table. [UNKNOWN 3]: Are you ready for cake?! The group cheers as a member standing nearby the table retrieves a match and lights it. He proceeds to ignite one of the birthday candles. He continues to light 5 more candles, which illuminates the table and nearby vicinity. On the table itself, the birthday candles sit within a large mixing bowl full of miscellaneous pills, varying in size and color. Also sitting nearby the table, 4 others have also been strapped into chairs — each missing chunks of their body and flesh. The target individual can be seen panicking, her eyes widening at the sight of the others as the rest of the group crowds around the table. [UNKNOWN]: Thank you all for joining! Today we're here to celebrate a very special person. Someone who has sacrificed so much for each of us! [EVERYONE]: Here, here! [UNKNOWN]: Many of us here consider ourselves as your friend, BSL-6864-313. Now, we're here to celebrate you and your future endeavors! The group whistles and continues cheering as the target attempts to tilt her chair onto the floor and break free. [UNKNOWN]: Everyone, sing! The group begins singing a series of different songs in unison. As they sing, the target is resecured by another member of the group with more duct tape. The target begins visibly crying as the birthday candles are blown out. [UNKNOWN]: Everyone, let's help our friend here with her first bite — then we feast! The group applauds as a member tears the duct tape from the target's mouth. She goes to scream but is stopped by a member who begins prying open her jaw. She retaliates but is unsuccessful as the member continues to force her jaw open. The target shrieks in apparent pain as her jaw is widened before a loud snapping noise is heard. The victim screams even more as the member releases his grip on her jaw, which now hangs loosely below her face. Another member then grabs a handful of the pills present in the nearby bowl and pours it down the target's mouth. She attempts to cough and spit out the pills but is unsuccessful. Members of the crowd cheer as more and more pills are shoved into her mouth. Some in the group then begin to eat some of the pills themselves. Eating lasts for several minutes, as the victim continues to choke and cough. [UNKNOWN]: No great party is truly great without a few gifts, amiright everyone?! The crowd vocalizes in confirmation. [UNKNOWN]: Let's give our friend a very special gift of her own! Something she can remember us by, forever and ever. A member of the crowd pulls out scissors, gauze, syringes, scalpels, string, and a hand-held sand grinder from a toolbox. The victim shrieks again and attempts to squirm away. [UNKNOWN]: Don't worry. You're going to look gorgeous! The camera is knocked away, facing upwards towards the ceiling. The sand grinder is heard activating, and the crowd cheers as the victim shrieks again. A loud snap cracks throughout the room before the victim's shrieks turn into gurgling. [UNKNOWN 2]: She already looks so much better! Recording ceases abruptly as a member stomps on the device, destroying the camera. [END LOG] JUNE 2021 Customers satisfied: 556 Ah, what a fun and fantastic memory to share together! But now we're coming to an end of our journey. We, here at Belwood Staffing, will sorely miss you, BSL-6864-313. From the happy memories, to your fantastic work performance, and even for the toughest moments life has to offer — we will never forget you. And, while it would be terribly sad to see you go, we at Belwood Staffing are empathetic. We understand that feeling of wanting a fresh start. Even if it means finding a worse company to work for instead! However, don't think that you'll never be welcomed back. Or, perhaps you're thinking about returning now. Either way, we would love to keep you here! If that interests you, or perhaps you're not able to find a new position due to any sudden or pre-existing conditions, then we'd be happy to have you back here in no time. JULY 2021 Customers satisfied: 0 It seems like you have made your choice. We'll leave your special gift right here <3 SHOW ATTACHMENT COLLAPSE ATTACHMENT With love from your new family, - Belwood Staffing > SAFE MODE has ran into an unexpected problem and is attempting to restart the session. > Closing client now at 16:27. > SAFE MODE de-activated. Checking further dependencies… > Dependencies cleared. Terminating remote connection… > VIEW-ONLY remote connection terminated. Automatic logout initializing… > WARNING! > You have (1) new message available. Accessing now… How is she? Breathing, at least. Somehow. The doctors can't figure out why. Is anyone else aware of her location and status? I'm having someone take care of that now. Good. How did it happen? The engineers are still looking into it, but we're guessing a memetic agent infected her neural-link connection. Let's make sure it doesn't happen again. It won't. It shouldn't have ever happened at all. She was on her final day too, according to Site-119. Someone needs to be held responsible for this. When are we going to start seeing some actual progress? I'm trying. Rome wasn't built in a day. I don't care about how long it takes. I just want to see something. Anything. And you'll get it. Perfecting a technology like this is more complex than you could possibly imagine. I don't care for the excuses. I just need the results. I can't keep telling everyone to wait — remember I'm doing this out of your benefit, not mine. I understand. Then I want her documents on my desk by tomorrow. I can handle the cleanup from there. And if anyone starts asking questions? Just tell them that she's with her family now. > SIMULACRUM connection terminated. Goodbye, TECHNICIAN. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6864" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6864. Licensed under CC-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-6865

keter

by J Dune SCP-6865 - MY LIFE IS LIKE A VIDEO GAME TRYING HARD TO BEAT THE STAGE Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6865 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo An SCP-6865 instance running through a woodland area, above average speed Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 J. Dune E. Trenton MTF Υ-5 "No Hit Run" Footage taken from an SCP-6865 instance’s recording equipment Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6865’s natural methods of evasion, widespread physical containment at this time is precluded. Instead, a database of SCP-6865 instances located across the globe is maintained by the Foundation. In the event that an SCP-6865 instance assumes a new body, the database is to be updated accordingly. Reports of SCP-6865 activity are to be investigated and covered up as per usual Foundation standards. Several dozen SCP-6865 instances have been contained in Foundation facilities across the world in experimental, “constructed reality” containment chambers, outfitted with expansive, artificial extra-dimensional locations in a variety of styles specifically designed to satiate SCP-6865’s goals and prevent entities from using their abilities to breach containment, a common issue prior to implementation of CRC chambers. Until such technology becomes monetarily feasible to implement on a wider scale, current containment procedures will suffice. Description: SCP-6865 is the designation referring to a group of intelligent entities of indeterminate form that inhabit human bodies. SCP-6865 are anomalously durable, though to what degree remains uncertain; and are able to survive lethal or otherwise incapacitating situations with minimal injury. While SCP-6865 feel pain and can be harmed through ordinary means, any injuries inflicted onto SCP-6865 can be healed at the instance’s discretion through anomalous means. SCP-6865 self-identify as “life-runners” and share a loosely defined, collective goal of “completing” tasks as fast as possible, and often injuring themselves in the process. SCP-6865 are sparsely located across the world, but maintain a universal, neural communication network between instances. When a task is completed by one instance, others will immediately become aware of it, including the precise timing of the record and details of how it was performed. Comparisons between the subculture of video game “speedrunning”1 and SCP-6865 have been made, but research has shown that SCP-6865 instances are relatively unaware of “speedrunning”, and when presented with the concept, show little interest, finding it to be pointless and mundane. This does not account for the vernacular similarities between SCP-6865 and speedrunning jargon, which SCP-6865 insist have evolved separately and without knowledge of one another. SCP-6865 claim to “exploit” natural faults in reality and the human body to achieve a faster completion time of their goals. However, the majority of SCP-6865 behavior is non-anomalous, and consists of ignoring social norms and injuring themselves or others as a means to “complete” a task quicker. Examples of tasks SCP-6865 routinely attempt to complete as fast as possible include: Getting terminated from a position at a new job Being run over by a locomotive vehicle Eating every item on a restaurant’s menu Getting from one location to another in an automobile2 Education courses, preferably those that encourage students to work at their own pace Following completion of a task, an SCP-6865 instance may, through poorly understood means, move its consciousness from its current body to a new host. Some instances have reported finding the “challenge” of performing tasks in certain bodies, such as animals, infants, children, or the elderly, to be enjoyable. Since 2007, over 300 unique SCP-6865 instances have been documented globally, in over 625 bodies. Addendum.6865.1: Discovery and Interview Log SCP-6865 was first documented in May, 2007 when reports of Scranton, Pennsylvania resident Michael Cottler, age 8, was witnessed outrunning his school bus, but being hit by several oncoming automobiles in the process. Cottler’s injuries did not stop him, and the boy proceeded to steal an excavator from a nearby construction site, bringing the vehicle to his elementary school. From there, Cottler proceeded to dig up the water main outside of the school, destroying it with the machine in order for the school to shut down for the day, effectively “completing” the day in little under an hour. Cottler was hostile when confronted, biting several bystanders and school staff, but was detained by authorities and passed on to the Foundation after it was clear that the boy’s injuries were not affecting him. Cottler suffered severe friction burns across his body and fractured multiple bones in his neck, shoulder, jaw, pelvic, and spinal areas. A Foundation interview with Cottler, who would be designated SCP-6865-1, was held. A transcript is included below. AUDIO-VISUAL LOG »BEGIN LOG« Agent Knoells enters the preliminary containment chamber. SCP-6865-1 is crouched in the corner, straining itself and vibrating. Agent Knoells: Michael? You ready to ta— SCP-6865-1: BING BING BING BING BING BING BING BING BING BING YIPPEE! SCP-6865-1 propels itself into the wall, creating a small hole in the metal structure. A damage alarm triggers. SCP-6865-1 falls to the floor, its skull visibly dented and blood pooling out of its ears and nose. The entity stands up and faces Knoells. When speaking, its voice sounds mechanical. Agent Knoells: What exactly are you trying to do? SCP-6865-1: Well, I am looking for exploits in the cracks of the information superhighway of life right now and such. Things that which can be considered to help us of which we need help for the faster completion of our tasks. You have taken me here where I cannot finish my runnings and tasks efficiently or even worse, at all. You cannot see the cracks but I can show you. Watch me. SCP-6865 inserts its fist into its mouth and rapidly wedges it upward, somehow “fixing” the dent in its skull. Agent Knoells: Do you— SCP-6865-1: You are all so slow. I can hear them dying and hear them being not fast, actually. In fact, I’ll perform the fastest Foundation organization interview, which I am broadcasting now for all life-runners of the local sort. Secret input code left arm, right arm, hand, hand, finger, wrist, elbow, oh, I keep hurting this head. SCP-6865-1 begins vibrating and moving its hands in fast, precise motions. The entity backs away slightly from the interview table, opens its mouth, and cranes its head downwards. It leaps into the air, slamming its front row of teeth into the table upon impact. This cracks a significant number of teeth and leaves SCP-6865-1 screaming and writhing in pain on the floor. Agent Knoells: Oh my god, oh my god! Hold on, I’ll get someone! SCP-6865-1: (Screaming) COUNTS. IT COUNTS. Agent Knoells: Shit! We’re done here! We’re done! SCP-6865-1 stops screaming for a moment. SCP-6865-1: Yes, me too, thank you and commemorate this with a remembrance of the past for all things that make us feel warm inside! SCP-6865-1’s jaw dislocates itself as it regurgitates a purple, unsteady, flickering object, later understood to be an SCP-6865 instance outside of a human body. SCP-6865-1’s jaw cracks, snaps, and hangs loose from its head as the bare entity leaves Cottler’s body, revealing it to be rectangular in shape, from what could be discerned. The being is unable to be recorded properly, as the feed becomes corrupted by various visual artifacts and the lights within the room begin to malfunction. A large flash of gray and white light is seen in the cell, and when the light clears, Michael Cottler’s body is returned to normal, with no indication that it has suffered physical damage of any sort. Cottler immediately regains consciousness and panics. »END LOG« Michael Cottler described the experience of his body being inhabited by an SCP-6865 instance as being conscious and aware of what was happening, but disassociated from his body to such a degree that he did not feel it was his own. No lasting side effects, physical or psychological, were observed, and Michael Cottler was returned to his home after amnesticization following his interview. In the following year, dozens more SCP-6865 instances were cataloged and their actions recorded. While all were non-compliant in containment, on 2008/6/03, Foundation secure facility Area-179 received a package containing a hard drive with informative videos, produced by SCP-6865 instances, that better explained their motivations and the techniques used to achieve their goals. A curated transcript has been included below. An elderly male’s face, identity unknown, is seen from the chin up, staring into the camera. He is running through a wooded area. The camera stays stable and locked into position despite the man’s speed. SCP-6865-065: Hello, Foundation. I am Liferunner Jen-Getsen, and I am bringing to you a recording of our mission and the actions we take to accomplish it. Our methods are uncommon but they are allowed for anyone to partake in. SCP-6865-065 runs directly through a tree. The camera remains fixed on the entity’s face. SCP-6865-065: We do things fast and quickly. Not slowly. The human body contains many pieces that may be exploited to perform tasks as fastly as we will perform them. Try it yourself. You can drink all of the ants from a hole in under a minute or start a fire in the woods but fast. These are things you can try. Try causing problems to do things quicker. The camera lowers, showing SCP-6865-065’s arm. The entity brandishes a large knife and cleaves a patch of skin on the underside of the forearm, revealing the veins and musculature of the arm. SCP-6865-065: Do not alarm. The camera pans up. SCP-6865-065 raises its arm and begins gnawing on its veins, stretching and tearing at them with its teeth. SCP-6865-065: Do not. SCP-6865-065 begins spinning. A hard cut briefly shows a greenscreen with SCP-6865-065 standing in front of it, and seconds later, a background is displayed, showing the top of Eiffel Tower, with a couple kissing on its bridge. SCP-6865-065: This is the power of liferunning to the fullest maximum potential of its sort. But we cannot speed up or slow down time. The clock moves the same for us all. This is what we must figure out and work towards the brightest future of all, one where we will be exploiting time to perform our tasks with the quickest of agency and fastest of urgency. A Liferunner who exploits time will be capable of completing the Golden Run. From the start of this universe we home inside to its very end. As fast as possible, like a very fast animal or perhaps a car. But faster than both of those things. The background changes to footage of the 1969 United States Moon Landing SCP-6865-065 appears to be “floating” on the lunar surface. SCP-6865-065: Man on the moon. SCP-6865-065 smiles and begins rotating clockwise while vibrating its body. It sticks its tongue out of its mouth. The recording ends. The other recordings sent to the Foundation were similar in content, and featured SCP-6865-065 demonstrating how to perform various tasks to assist in its goals, such as pulling fire alarms discreetly or taking off articles of clothing as fast as possible. Addendum.6865.2: Behavior Log In years since, a number of incidents involving SCP-6865 instances appearing in public have occurred. A timeline of notable events has been produced using eye-witness accounts as well as recordings produced by SCP-6865 instances. Location: Lincolndale, New York, United States Objective: Clearing snowfall Description: SCP-6865-034, occupying the body of Jaryn Williams, age 43, set out to clean the Lincolndale area of snow after a large storm had covered the town. Upon cessation of snowfall, SCP-6865-034 began moving at a rapid pace through Lincolndale, swallowing as much snow as it could. SCP-6865-034’s stomach ruptured multiple times from consuming such a large mass, resulting in severe damage both internal and external to the entity’s body. This did not affect SCP-6865-034, who continued to consume an estimated 45,000 kilograms of snow without issue over the next three days, clearing Lincolndale from any remnant of snowfall. Several witnesses corroborated this incident, three of which were manning city snow-plows that intercepted SCP-6865-034 while it was mobile, resulting in a collision that left the drivers injured. Upon completion of its task, SCP-6865-034 collapsed outside of its home and simultaneously regurgitated water and relieved itself for over sixteen hours. Amnesticization of Lincolndale and containment of the entity by the Foundation followed. Location: Pattaya, Thailand Objective: Fastest Bankruptcy Description: SCP-6865-088, occupying the body of Sunstra Saelau, age 72, opened a corner store selling food and general supplies. Within one minute of the business opening, SCP-6865-088 utilized a variety of methods to drain Saelau’s personal savings accounts. These included spending an exuberant amount of money, accruing a large amount of debt by making purchases on credit that it did not intend on paying back, and causing damage to the storefront via fire. Within 10 hours, the shop was damaged and in debt, with paperwork already filed for bankruptcy being approved, a process sped up due to SCP-6865-088 manually arranging documents in city filing firms. Update: This record was successfully challenged several hours later, by another instance who had achieved total bankruptcy within 6 hours. Location: Tokyo, Japan Objective: “Complete” Tokyo Disneyland Description: SCP-6865-153, occupying the body of Tao Makoto, age 6, attempted to “complete” the Tokyo Disneyland theme park. This involved deliberately breaking down attractions to last only seconds before moving on, skipping lines to board rides, consuming one of every item offered at the park’s restaurants, using every toilet in the park at least once, sleeping for a “full” night’s sleep in every possible bed in every Disney-sanctioned hotel on the resort, and purchasing at least one of every item offered in the park’s stores. This unending 47 hour process took an immense toll on SCP-6865-153’s host body, which suffered from severe vertigo, cardiovascular disease, hair loss, and third degree burns as a result of moving at an intensely rapid pace. Symptoms cured upon returning the body to its original owner. Location: Hamburg, Germany Objective: Fastest Life Description: SCP-6865-247, occupying the body of Sara Gerver, an infant passing through her mother’s birthing canal, forced itself out of her body. The entity immediately ran out of the hospital, stealing a wheeled supply cart, which it used to race through the streets of Hamburg before arriving at a funeral preparation service. SCP-6865-247 ran into an empty casket and proceeded to “die”. When its consciousness left Gerver’s body, however, it returned to its previous conditions as an alive and healthy infant child, with no lasting effects as a result of these events. Location: Reading, Pennsylvania, United States Objective: “Glitchless Run” Description: SCP-6865-283, occupying the body of Manuel Rames, age 33, claims to have lived the past three decades without attempting any exploits in order to achieve a “clean record”. SCP-6865-283 lives an otherwise ordinary life. Containment deemed unnecessary. Addendum.6865.3: Updated Containment Procedures CONTAINMENT PROPOSAL: GOLDEN RUN SCP-6865-065 On 2013/4/5, the Foundation arranged a meeting with SCP-6865-065, the entity responsible for creating the informational recordings and a well-known figure among SCP-6865 instances. The purpose of this meeting was to discuss a potential experimental containment method that would both appease SCP-6865 instances, and eliminate the strain of covering up SCP-6865 actions outside of containment, an increasingly difficult task. The proposed containment experiment would involve performing a “golden run”, a hypothetical record in which an SCP-6865 instance will experience the lifespan of the universe as quickly as possible, moving through time through the use of anomalous “reality exploits”, none of which SCP-6865 have elaborated upon or given any indicator that they are able to perform. While SCP-6865 instances found the possibility of a “golden run” appealing and important, their inability to successfully travel through time has prohibited them from performing one. The containment solution would involve hurling an SCP-6865 instance trillions of years into the future, into an isolated area of space during a period of time determined by the Foundation’s algorithms as posing an “Ultimate Fate of the Universe” scenario, with a low percentage of escape. While SCP-6865 instances insisted that if placed into the future, they could figure out a way to exploit time itself, the Foundation’s department of Temporal Anomalies made calculations to assure that this theoretical future would be inescapable and potentially deadly for the instance. This containment solution, if successful, would rid the Foundation of the increasingly expensive burden of containing SCP-6865. SCP-6865-065 was aware of the terms of the experiment, including its potential death, and agreed to act as the first SCP-6865 containment test subject, remaining confident it could exploit reality in new ways if exposed to a method of traveling through time. Utilizing a device created by the Department of Temporal Anomalies, created from materials sourced from SCP objects, including [DATA EXPUNGED] adherence to guidelines set by SCP-6865. SCP-6865-065 was hurled into the temporal mass at a speed of 5,000,000,000 kilometers per second. The entity was equipped with recording devices, and a transcription of the experiment’s results have been included below. Addendum.6865.4: Audiovisual Log SCP-6865-065 stands inside a small pod, connected to a large piece of machinery. An oscillating radar and several control panels flicker above the holding chamber. A small team of personnel sourced from the Foundation’s Department of Temporal Anomalies stand by, working various smaller, adjacent machines. Control: SCP-6865-065, do you feel your legs? SCP-6865-065: My body is unable to have its feeling senses right now! Control: Alright then, in a few seconds, we’re going to start the device. Do you remember what we talked about? SCP-6865-065: We’re about to complete a running of the Golden Run, broadcast for all Liferunners to enjoy as a nice achievement of run-lifeing. Control: (Softly) Something like that. (Louder) Okay, we’re going to count down. Good luck, SCP-6865-065! Control counts down from 20. Upon completion, the device activates itself, and a loud noise is heard as a white flash fills the holding chamber containing SCP-6865-065. Various radars and scanners sound off, and when the chamber is visible again, SCP-6865-065 is absent. The area around SCP-6865-065 vibrates intensely as the entity is flung trillions of years into the future. Duplicated copies of its own body are seen moving alongside the main entity, swirling and tottering in an unsteady vortex of purple and black. Finally, the entities “converge” into one, and SCP-6865-065 finds itself floating in an unknown area of space. No stars are visible. The entity’s body, exposed to the void, begins to freeze. SCP-6865-065 reaches out. Its hand seems to extend further than its length. The entity begins vibrating once more. SCP-6865-065: I CAN SEE THE CRACKS NOW. ARE YOU PROUD, LIA-TEY? YOUR GOLDEN RUN… IS HERE. SCP-6865-065 screams, and is launched forward by an unknown force. A golden hue is visible around the edges of the entity’s body. Its body begins to flicker in and out of existence, traversing great lengths with each appearance. The entity falls forward, but appears to be moving backward. The featureless void around it becomes white. When SCP-6865-065 reappears, a massive explosion appears alongside it. This is theorized to be the “Big Bang” of the universe. SCP-6865-065 moves incredibly fast, appearing and disappearing through large sects of space, as millions upon millions of years pass in seconds. Debris slams into one another, creating planets. Stars are born and die out. Several large, monolithic structures are seen being constructed in the distance. All the while, SCP-6865-065 moves through the fabric of space and time, racing towards earth. A second later, SCP-6865-065 phases through what appears to be a primordial form of earth life, racing over an ocean area, and eventually dropping downward into the sea. SCP-6865-065, racing through the earth’s crust at a rapid speed, begins devouring its left hand, causing it to vibrate and spin, destroying a large portion of the surrounding area. SCP-6865-065: PAIN IS THE KEY. SCP-6865-065 jabs both of its thumbs into its left eye. Its left hand heals itself. When the entity emerges from the ground, thousands of scenes, from a tribe of nomadic hunters felling a Mammoth, to a large castle being erected by colorful knights, flash by in seconds. Finally, the entity crouches into a ball and launches itself forward, resulting in it reappearing inside the Area-179 testing area, having chronologically reunited with its point of departure. The presiding researchers are shocked, but can barely react before SCP-6865-065 flies past them, moving into the future. SCP-6865-065: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. SCP-6865-065’s recording equipment flashes thousands more scenes as the entity travels hundreds, then thousands, then millions of years forward. Finally, it reaches the area it had originally been transported to. The entity clenches, seizing and vibrating intensely enough to move rapidly beyond this point in time. The recording equipment displays a white light, followed by three golden circles. The entity begins to shout enthusiastically, laughing to itself. The recording cuts out. Further contact with SCP-6865-065 has yet to be established. In the wake of these events, several SCP-6865 instances have begun intentionally injuring themselves in an attempt to “exploit the world’s natural glitches”. Presently, these endeavors have been unsuccessful, and have only resulted in an increased need for medical attention for SCP-6865 instances, despite their heightened durability. Further temporal experimentation with SCP-6865 instances is denied. Footnotes 1. 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 2. 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SCP-6866

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by stormbreath Item #: SCP-6866 Special Containment Procedures: Following an agreement with the Australian government, overnight camping within Ash Mountain National Park has been indefinitely suspended. Civilian access to Ash Mountain National Park is to occur under a limited basis only, with no extended stays in the park allowed. All patrols of park rangers inside Ash Mountain National Park are to be conducted alone, not in groups or pairs. In the event that any individual is believed to disappear in Ash Mountain National Park, the Foundation is to be alerted, rather than local or federal law enforcement. In the event that the disappeared are found deceased as a victim of SCP-6866, the Foundation will obfuscate all evidence of anomalous activity and attribute the disappearance to normal causes, attributed to the rough terrain and isolated location of Ash Mountain National Park. Description: SCP-6866 is a series of events that repeatedly occurs inside of Ash Mountain National Park in Western Australia. SCP-6866 is triggered when a group of individuals (minimum 3, observed maximum 8) stays overnight inside the boundary of the park, and concludes with the death of all involved individuals. SCP-6866 events begin with a group discovering corpses that are physically and genetically identical to themselves shortly after sunset, although the exact state of decomposition of the corpses varies between occurrences, and this detail is not always realized, as group members are typically unable to recognize their own skeletons. After the discovery of the corpses, weather patterns will become inclement and prevent the group from leaving Ash Mountain National Park for the duration of the night. Throughout the course of the night, members of the group will be confronted with anomalous phenomena which either resemble themselves from other periods of time, or anomalous phenomena that force them to confront events or memories from their past. Although the majority of these encounters are nonfatal, by the end of the night, all members of the group will be dead. Addendum: Testing Log Limited information had been gathered on SCP-6866, largely based upon home videos and other amateur recordings by previous victims. In order to test the effects of SCP-6866 in a controlled setting, six D-Class individuals were requisitioned by the SCP-6866 HMCL Supervisor. In order to replicate the normal conditions of SCP-6866 occurrence events, all six D-Class were given amnestic drugs to remove memory of their time within the Foundation, and then a second round of amnestic therapy to induce a fugue state, in which they were conditioned to accept the idea they were previously friends. Each of the D-Class were implanted with subdermal audio recording devices and concealed optical implants, allowing for recording of their experiences. The D-Class were then released into Ash Mountain National Park in a civilian vehicle shortly before sunset, in order to experience the effects of SCP-6866. OBSERVATION LOG Participants Involved: D-9009: Civilian name "Mason Hollice". 27 year-old Australian male. Double homicide. D-4162: Civilian name "Elias Greenway". 23 year-old American male. Grand larceny. D-7382: Civilian name "Christoff McArthur". 26 year-old Australian male. Serial homicide. D-3629: Civilian name "Annette Raynor". 22 year-old Australian female. Aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. D-8130: Civilian name "Aaron Owens". 22 year-old Australian male. Arson. D-0192: Civilian name "Violet Hewitt." 28 year-old Australian female. Homicide. Traveling in a three-row van, the group enters Ash Mountain National Park approximately one hour before sunset. Several members of the group catch sight of their disguised Foundation handlers at the entrance to the park. Annette briefly makes eye contact with a Foundation agent, and returns to the car for the rest of the excursion at the entrance. The group arrives to their campground soon after, and begin to set up camp at the reserved campgrounds. No one else is visible in the miles of surrounding Outback brushland. They set up three tents, light a fire between them and begin to cook. During this time they discuss between themselves their relief to finally go on a vacation and their joy at no longer being cooped up. These preparations, and the process of cooking, eating and cleaning up from dinner last until sunset, when all members of the group hear a loud scream. Annette: Shit! Is someone out there? We need to go help her! Aaron rises to his feet, picking up a flashlight. Aaron: I think that might have been a wild animal. I know that like, foxes and cougars often sound like an injured woman but … nothing like that is in this area, I don't think. Elias: Did you read into what wildlife is around this area? Aaron: No, I didn't pick this place out. Who did? There is a silence and murmuring among the group, as each of them discusses the fact they were not personally responsible for choosing the destination of the camping trip, and suggesting other members of the group they thought might have been. Annette stands up and grabs a flashlight, waving to Aaron. Annette: Look, that's weird, but … it sounds like there's a woman out there. We need to help her. C'mon, Aaron, let's go. Aaron nods and walks off with Annette. The pair leaves the rest of the group — who continues to argue about who was responsible for choosing Ash Mountain as the destination — and walk off into the brush to investigate the source of the scream. While walking around Ash Mountain, Annette's flashlight sweeps over a collection of objects. She freezes, and stops Aaron by grabbing his arm. She slowly moves the flashlight back over the objects, revealing a collection of six human corpses lying face down in the gravel. Aaron breaks from her grasp and slowly walks over to the bodies, coming close to investigate. He kneels down next to a body and turns it over, revealing the face of Christoff. He recoils back in shock, shouting a profanity in the process. Annette jumps back, surprised at his reaction. Aaron: It's Christoff… Annette: What? But we just saw h-… six bodies. Oh my god. Who are the others. Who are the other five bodies, Aaron? Annette begins to hyperventilate. Aaron turns over three bodies, revealing they are identical to Mason, Elias and Violet. He looks back at Annette in fear, and then turns over the next body to see her own face. She sees the corpse, and begins to gag. He reaches over to the final corpse and pauses before deciding not to turn it over. Aaron stands and grabs Annette, dragging her back to the rest of the group. He begins to yell at the rest of the group upon arrival at the campfire. Aaron: Get up. Get the fuck up. Come on. You need to see this. I can't … I … fuck. Christ. Come on. Come on. Go, go, go. The rest of the group protests Aaron's insistence but ultimately obeys him and stands up, following him to the location of the bodies. The group investigates the bodies, with Mason turning the final corpse over to confirm it is identical to Aaron. Elias: Okay. Okay. So this is like, a hallucination, right? Shared delusion? Or like. A prank. Whichever one of you decided to come here set this up but then you realized you didn't want to take credit, or maybe it's just another layer of the prank that you claim not to know, and these aren't real bodies, right? Right? Christoff removes a knife from his belt and begins to cut open the corpse that corresponds to himself. Organs spill out of the incision he makes on the belly. Christoff: Looks plenty real to me. Real corpse. Dead for. Hmm. Hard to say? Could be a couple days, I'd think. Annette: What the hell is wrong with you? That's tampering with evidence! Violet: Since when did you know how to judge how long a body has been dead, Christoff? Christoff: Oh, since… hmm. Can't actually say. A while. Elias: Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Aaron: So we're calling the cops, right? We have to call the cops. Mason: No. We can't. I can't … I can't deal with the cops. We can't do that. And now that Christoff pulled that little stunt, man. We're screwed. We need to get out of here, now. Leave. Get out. Annette: But, they're dead bodies? We're just going to leave them there? Mason: Our bodies, Annie. Our own corpses. This isn't natural. Ain't right, what's happening here. What are the cops going to do about this? Has anyone actually died? You're still alive, aren't you? Annette: …right. Let's go. The group leaves the corpses and rushes back to the campsight. During this time, rainfall begins to pick up. By the time the group makes it back to their cars, the ground has become nearly impassibly muddy. Multiple members of the group fall down repeatedly while trying to make it back to the cars. Back at the campsite, the group abandons most of their possessions and climbs back into the cars they originally came to the campsite in. They attempt to start the van and leave, but the heavy mud causes the wheels of the van to become stuck and unable to move. Mason: Unfortunate. Christoff: Come on, out of the car. Mason, you and me. Let's try to get this out of the mud. Elias, you drive and we'll push. Elias: Uh, yeah. Sure. Mason and Christoff exit the car into the rain. Christoff begins to inspect the wheels of the van, while Mason immediately begins to push on the back of the vehicle. Aaron: Do you think the two of them have been acting weird lately? Annette: Yeah, both of them, Mostly Christoff. That whole stunt with the knife back there was pretty weird. He's not the same person I … hmm. You know, I don't think I really know him all that well. Or really at all. Violet: Yeah. I don't know either of them all that well. Aaron: Neither do I, yeah. Elias: Yeah, I don't think I really know him well either. Annette: Then why are we here? How did the four of us end up on a trip with — Aaron: Hold on. What is that? Aaron points out the window of the car, where on the horizon, six sets of flashlight are seen through the rain, sweeping through the landscape. The flashlights approach another van and climb into it, turning the headlights and interior lights on. Violet: There's no road out there, right? Aaron: No, there's not. We're facing the direction of the only road. And those lights came on out of nowhere, they just popped up. And where did that car come from? Violet leans down and opens the glove box, rummaging through it. Elias: Looking for something? Violet: Yeah, uh … I never leave the house without… Somebody must have taken my gun. Shit. Probably Christoff. I don't trust that guy at all. Aaron: Wait, somebody is getting out of the car over there. What are they doing? Through the heavy rain, the group is able to catch a glimpse of two figures emerging the van on the horizon and begin walking around. Abruptly, the lights in the distance suddenly disappear. Mason and Christoff reenter the van, sitting down on the seats, despite the fact they are incredibly wet and muddy from the rain. Aaron: They're gone. What the hell? Mason: Who is? Violet: There was like a group of people over there. Might have been like, a reflection on something, I guess. It was a car like ours, six people. So I guess it was just a trick of the light. Elias: I don't like the idea of a third set of duplicates. Christoff: No dice on the car. It's looking like we're stuck here for the rest of the night. Elias: Like, just a fifty meters from our own corpses? They're right over there, I want to get out of here. Mason: Yeah. I don't want to be here either. But there's not much we can do. The group briefly discusses their options and inability to leave the situation, before deciding the best thing to do is go back to sleep. Conditions within the van are cramped, and the majority find themselves sleeping leaned against the van doors or windows, unable to properly lay down. Despite the uncomfortable sleeping positions that most of the group find themselves in, all eventually seem to fall asleep. Some time later, Annette opens her eyes. She is no longer in the van with the rest of the group, but is now in a civilian sedan parked outside of a convenience store. She looks around in confusion, surprised to not be in the van, and then looks at the store. Slowly, she stumbles out of the car, not taking her eyes off the store. She walks forward, entering the store, looking directly at the attendant, who briefly looks at her without interest. Annette spends some time walking around the store, looking at various items. Throughout, she finds herself looking back and forth at the attendant. She is continually muttering to herself under her breath, but the subdermal audial implants are unable to pick up exactly what she is saying to herself. The little information that is gathered sounds like apologies or introductions. Annette walks up to the front desk, holding a bag of chips. She looks at the attendant, who turns to her and begins to open their mouth, with an expression of anger beginning to form on their face. Before the attendant speaks, the scene abruptly changes. Instead of being in a convenience store, Annette finds herself standing outside of the van, in the rain. She looks around in confusion, and then walks back to the vehicle and gets back inside. At the same time, Violet is awoken by Annette exiting the vehicle. She turns around and prepares to open the door, but is interrupted by a sudden burst of static from the car radio. Nobody else in the van wakes up. Violet engages in an intense conversation with the radio static, which is not intelligible to the subdermal implant. She sounds confused and scared by what she is able to hear. The conversation stops when Annette reenters the van. Violet: Hey, kid, you're drenched! You okay? I was worried about you, scared the shit out of me there. Annette: Yeah, I think I just sleepwalked there. I had the weirdest dream, and I guess I just… Violet: You do that much? Annette: Not really. Violet: Hmm. Not great. Okay, Annette, let me ask you a question. I need you to be honest, because I was just thinking about the same thing I'm about to ask you and well, I need the truth here. Okay? Annette: Sure. Violet: What's the last thing you remember before coming on this trip? The very last thing you can possibly remember? Annette: I… I, uh. Well. Okay. Honest? I was in jail. I had a long sentence. I did something bad and I was in jail for a long time. Violet: Yeah. Me too. I killed somebody and I was in for life. No chance of parole. So. How the fuck am I here? I don't remember getting out. Being released, anything. But I'm not in jail, and neither are you. How are we here? Annette: Nothing on this trip makes sense. It's … it doesn't add up, none of it adds up. Elias: We're in hell, obviously. Elias sits up from the driver's seat, turning to Violet in the passenger seat and Annette behind her. Elias: I woke up when you were talking to yourself, Violet. I was in jail for multiple counts of grand larceny, consecutive. Same thing as you. That's my last memory. So the conclusion is obvious: we're in hell. Violet: You really think that? Elias: Yeah. This is like, some kind of No Exit situation. The corpses that look like us, we're all sinners, we can't remember how we got here, who planned this, why we know each other… The devil did it. This is a whole thing meant to put us through Hell or something. Annette: You don't know the three of them are sinners. Elias: Give me a break. You think Christoff isn't? Annette and Violet both look in the back row of the van, where Christoff and Mason are still asleep. Christoff is loudly snoring, and slouched over in his seat. Annette: Yeah. You're right about him. Violet: I hate to say it, but I think he has a point. It's not like we're just jumping to the hell thing here. Why do we know each other? Annette, you're like, a teenager. I'm twenty-seven. We're the only women in this group. Why are we here? Annette: I'm twenty, actually. Violet: Close enough. Okay, Elias. I believe you. But where do we go from here? What do we do with this information? Elias: Repent, I guess. It's probably not going to happen tonight, but it's the most we can do, right. Suddenly, there is a bang on the side of the driver's side van door. The three awake members of the group whip their heads towards the source of the bang. Annette screams. On the other side of the glass is a double of Christoff, covered in blood. Blood vessels have ruptured in its eyes, causing the appearance of tears made out of blood. Mason, Christoff and Aaron wake up in response. They tense in response to the second Christoff. Christoff: Huh. Violet: Do we have weapons on us? Christoff: I have my knife. I checked the rest of the van and there's not much better options. We didn't seem to come prepared for violence. Mistake, if you ask me. Violet: For once, I'd agree with you Christoff. The Christoff double on the outside of the van continues to bang on the glass. It opens its mouth repeatedly but does not speak. It looks through the window of the car, staring at the individual members of the group. Aaron: Jesus. Why doesn't it speak, at least. Christoff: It doesn't have a tongue. Elias: How could you tell that from back there? Christoff: Educated guess. Violet: Let me guess, Christoff. That's what you used to do to your victims. You'd cut their tongues out before you killed them, right? Christoff: After. Aaron: Wait, what? Mason: Hold on, what's going on here. Violet: Elias. Elias: We're in hell. Violet's a killer, Christoff is a mass killer, I used to be a thief, Annette well. "Did something bad", she said. What'd you do, is the question? And you, Aaron. Aaron: I burned my family estate down to spite my grandparents and got put in for multiple counts of arson. Elias: Nice. Mason? Mason: Killed my wife and her boyfriend. Violet: Not too terrible, honestly. You had to get into hell somehow and that's at least understandable. Especially in comparison to him. Violet points at Christoff. She looks back at the Christoff double, which is still standing next to the car door, occasionally hitting it with an closed fist. Upon making eye contact with Violet, it stumbles away into the rain, disappearing from sight of the car. Christoff: You know, it's rude to point. Christoff stares at Violet before smirking and beginning to laugh. The rest of the car looks at him, with various expressions of surprise, before joining in and laughing with him. Violet: Funny. The group sits in relative silence for the next twenty minutes. Each member of the group presses themselves up against the car door they are closest to, keeping an eye on the rest of the group, in case of any sudden movements. No member goes to sleep or attempts to do so during this time, choosing to stay awake and monitor the others. Eventually, it stops raining outside. The group looks outside to see the clouds above clearing. Aaron gets out of the car, with the others silently following. The ground outside is covered in mud. Various members of the group find places to sit — Christoff sits down directly in the mud, leaning against a tire. Violet and Elias each sit on nearby rocks, which are wet but not muddy. Annette and Aaron climb on top of the van, and sit apart from each other. Mason remains standing. In the sky, an aurora australis begins to form. It is is uncharacteristically north for an observation of the aurora australis. Aaron: Huh. Annette: Something wrong? Aaron: I guess. It's the same sky. I recognize it. My grandparents are these rich bastards. They took the whole family on a trip to Antarctica to see the southern lights a few years back, but they didn't like my sister's boyfriend at the time and they didn't invite her on the trip. Only person they excluded, to make a point. Offered to let her come if she broke up with him. Aaron: I was pissed about that. They've always been shitty like that. Excluding people, whatever, trying to control the rest of the family. When she broke up with him a few months later, they lorded it over her. That really got my goat. Mason: So you burned their house down? Aaron: Yeah, I did. I just didn't know my little cousin was staying with them at the time. She survived, but with some nasty burns. I think she'll be alright, but at the end of the day, I hurt her without meaning to, trying get revenge on my grandparents. Annette: Would you do it again? If you knew you wouldn't hurt anyone you didn't mean to? Aaron: In a heartbeat. Fuck my grandparents. Look over to the west of us. There's going to be a big red bloom that way. A red aurora begins to appear to the west of the group, as Aaron predicted. He continues to predict and narrate the appearance and manifestation of the aurora for the next twenty minutes, until it fades away. The group sits in silence. Violet: Do you think we need to have a confessional or something? Elias: Do you think that's the point of this? To try to get us to process what we did and move on? Violet: Maybe it is? Christoff: You're not getting out anything out of me, that's for sure. I'm not interested in giving you a confession. Violet: I don't really want to hear your life story, man. Annette: Yeah, agreed. Not really interested. Christoff: Works out well for all of us, then. Violet: Mason? Mason: What I did was fucked up, I'll admit. You know, in Athens, if you found your wife in bed with another man, you were allowed to kill him on the spot, but only on the spot. Couldn't come back later and plan it, like I did. Found out, plotted for a few weeks, then I snuck home, went into bedroom, shot him and shot her right after. Annette: Brutal. Did they really deserve that? Mason: No. They really didn't. I'd say I wasn't thinking straight, but I had a while to change my mind. Elias: You could've done worse, a lot worse. Violet: You next, then. Elias: Ha. That wasn't an admission of guilt on my end. I used to be a carjacker in the states. I was prolific. Stole tons of cars back in the day. Annette: Any regret for it? Elias: Not really. Beginning to see a theme here. Mason's the only one who's shown any really regret for what he did. And even then it wasn't a lot. Mason: Not really, no. Violet: Annette? Annette: I'd rather not. Violet: Suit yourself. I stabbed a guy while trying to mug him. Died out on the street. Not great what I did. Didn't really know him. I knew I shouldn't at the time, but I still did it. The group sits in silence and continues to look up at the sky, not continuing the conversation. No members of the group speak. Aaron looks off into the distance and sees flashlights approaching. He stands up to get a better look at the flashlights, seeing a group of three coming closer to the group as he watches. Annette notices next, turning to look at the lights. Given the position of the van, the rest of the group cannot see the lights except through the windows of the car. Aaron: People from earlier are back, I think. The four members of the group not standing on top of the van move around the side to look at the flashlights as they approach. The approaching group begins shining their flashlights directly at the members of the original group, momentarily blinding them and causing them to avert their glance and look down, away from the intruders. A gunshot rings out, followed immediately by another. Mason and Elias drop to the ground, shot in the head. The rest of the group looks at them, then back at the approaching group, which is now close enough to be visible. Looking at the original group are a collection of doppelgangers, each resembling one member of the original group and covered in blood. The double of Mason is holding a handgun out, having just fired. Christoff: You're back, huh? The doppelgangers charge the original group. The original group attempts to run, but most are caught quickly. Violet is attacked by her double, who is wielding a long knife, and stabbed multiple times in the stomach. Violet ceases to resist and looks at her double. Violet: Wh- Violet's double slashes her throat with the knife before she can finish speaking. It stands over and wipes the blood off the knife. Violet's head falls back and the double falls out of frame. Annette and Christoff begin to get into a physical altercation with their doubles. The Christoff double is unarmed, attempting to choke the original Christoff. After a violent struggle, he is able to grab Christoff's head and neck and snaps the original's neck. The original drops to the ground, unmoving. Annette's double is carrying a club wrapped in barbed wire, and uses it to attack the original. Eventually, the Annette double backs away, looking to the second Christoff. Annette Double: Come on. Finish it. The original Annette is covered in blood, with multiple broken limbs and facial wounds. She tries to crawl away from the second Christoff, but is unsuccessful. He grabs her by the neck and holds her down until her body goes limp. Aaron is left as the final remaining member of the group. He has fallen off the van and is limping away from the campsite, but is unable to make it far before the doubles of Mason and Elias grab him. The pair drags him back to the van and forces him inside. The interior of the van is wet, and Aaron begins to panic. The double of Violet retrieves the keys to the car, and locks the car with Aaron inside. He struggles with to unlock the door manually, but the lock appears to jam and does not open. Aaron's double pours gasoline over the car. It lights a match and tosses it onto the car. The car catches fire, and begins to burn. The interior catches on fire, having evidently been doused with gasoline as well. Aaron bangs on the door of the car, screaming until he suffocates from the smoke and collapses. Several members of the group died with their eyes open and their ocular implants continue to monitor the scene. The doppelgangers walk around the campsite, inspecting their work and talking to each other — although the gain is insufficient to make out any information. Eventually, the doppelgangers lie down, and melt into a black liquid. The bodies remain in place until an hour after sunrise, when a Foundation clean-up crew arrives. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6866" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6866. Licensed under CC-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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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } SCP-6867 performing in 1907, prior to noted anomalous phenomena. Item #: SCP-6867 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6867's designation has been changed to Neutralized; no further Special Containment Procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-6867 designates the stallion "Lucky Bucky," who performed as a 'diving horse' across central and eastern Canada from 1905 to 1910. During the majority of his career, SCP-6867's performances were typical spectacles: the horse would be led up an elevated structure, and jump into a body of water from a height of 6 to 15 meters. However, from 1909 onward, SCP-6867's performance began to include increasingly atypical phenomena: the horse progressively dived from high and higher heights — the highest recorded jump occurring from a 30-meter tall platform. Additionally, following SCP-6867's descent during these performances, the horse was documented as emerging unharmed from the body of water and capable of walking across its surface to return to shore. Promotional material described SCP-6867 as 'miraculous,' and over subsequent displays the horse inspired a small group of worshippers who would follow SCP-6867 between exhibitions, claiming that the horse was divinely protected. The increasingly high-profile nature of SCP-6867's performances and the newspaper coverage of the horse's worship led to a Foundation investigation into the cause of SCP-6867's anomalous properties. It was subsequently determined that the horseshoes worn by SCP-6867 had been thaumaturgically enchanted with a series of runes, enabling these performances to take place. In response, Foundation personnel covertly inscribed anti-runes on the horseshoes, negating their thaumaturgic properties. Following its subsequent performance, SCP-6867 was classified as Neutralized. Addendum: [File Unarchived] On 2022/06/17, a metal plaque was discovered at the location of SCP-6867's final performance. The following message was engraved on its surface: HORSE JESUS DIVED FOR YOUR SINS ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6867" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6867. Licensed under CC-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: DHorse.jpg Name: The diving horse at the Hanlan's Point Amusement Park, Toronto, Ontario, Canada, around 1907 Author: William James License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_diving_horse_at_Hanlan%27s_Point.jpg

SCP-6868

safe

Tstaffor This is a rewrite of an article by Cremo You can check out more of my work here: Tstaffor's Isolated Containment Terminal Item#: 6868 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6868. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6868 is to be contained in a standard animate object containment unit at Site-228. All handling of SCP-6868 is to be performed while wearing gloves. SCP-6868 is not to be brought near any liquids. Description: SCP-6868 is an animate and sentient rubber duck toy, which is 9x9.5x8 cm large. On its bottom a stylized W has been printed in purple. SCP-6868 is able to maneuver itself slowly with small jumps. Since recovery, SCP-6868 has refused all attempts at communication, hopping away from any personnel attempting to come near it. It has been determined that SCP-6868 has haphephobia.1 Its main anomalous property is triggered upon physical contact with any liquid. SCP-6868 is able to transform liquid substances into purified water and pink soap bubbles. The bubbles then form small animate replicas of various types of ships, submarines, and airplanes, which then start to fly and sail autonomously. These bubbles are noted to be edible and taste similar to strawberries. This anomalous property is capable of converting liquid to purified water at a speed of 5 liters per second. This process is automatic with SCP-6868 seemingly having no control over the effect. Once removed from the liquid, the conversion will immediately stop and all converted liquids show no further anomalous properties. Addendum 6868-1: Discovery Log During routine text message surveillance, a series of texts seemingly referring to an anomalous object led to the discovery of SCP-6868 in Klaus Heartz's personal effects. An excerpt of text messages between Klaus Heartz and Otto Knebel has been included below. otto what's up found a box on the side of the road. remember opening that stuff at the warehouse? of course I do! u gonna open it? you know it. mystery box time. ugh I hate these stupid scissors. I just cut my finger opening this lol serves you right for STEALING! hey, there could be anything in here it's probably some dude's mail. you're gonna feel like a horrible person in 3… 2… what??? that's weird the box is rattling congrats, you just stole someone's pet snake don't think so. there's no airholes …aaaaaand it's a rubber duck and a note. yikes Note: Heartz then sent a photo of a hand-written note, which has been transcribed below: Got a new prototype from work for ya! I'm sorry I haven't been there that much. Hopefully Bobby will keep you company while I'm gone ♡ Love, Dad oh, it's worse. you stole from a child. WAIT WAIT WAIT what? thing moves on its own. no batteries either! how???: he's kinda cute it's just hopping around on its own. neat toy. send a video look at this!! i havent touched it!!! your cat's gonna eat it lol he's fast ok, I've cornered him The doors locked, could you let me in? Klaus, you coming to the door? Klaus? During the autopsy of Klaus Heartz, all bodily fluids were found to be purified water with a large number of pink soap bubbles found inside Heartz' chest cavity. Footnotes 1. Fear of human contact or being touched. Porridge □ More by Tstaffor □ ▣ More by Tstaffor ▣ Tstaffor's Author page! If you like my writing, check out my Podcast with Luxaiko! The Scip Squad Podcast Hub SCPs SCP-6868 Rating: 412 SCP-7500 Rating: 313 SCP-6552 Rating: 166 SCP-3837 Rating: 141 SCP-6557 Rating: 137 SCP-6558 Rating: 96 SCP-5722 Rating: 94 SCP-6547 Rating: 94 SCP-5847 Rating: 93 SCP-5846 Rating: 92 SCP-7979 Rating: 74 SCP-6554 Rating: 71 SCP-6226 Rating: 70 SCP-6067 Rating: 64 SCP-1551-EX Rating: 52 SCP-6553 Rating: 50 SCP-555-J Rating: 47 SCP-6551 Rating: 39 SCP-6588 Rating: 37 SCP-5846-J Rating: 27 Tales Log of Non-Anomalous Items Rating: 209 SCP-173 But... it's a Collaborative Log Rating: 178 SCP-173 But... Rating: 165 Mfw Rating: 101 Goat VR? More like Goat VeRy bad game! Rating: 78 Log of Non-Anomalous Items II: Sequels are Always Worse Rating: 75 The Knights of Wonder Rating: 37 The Unhuman Experience: Former Prime Minister Harold Holt Rating: 29 MZL-1915 Rating: 25 GOI Formats SPC-3008 Rating: 302 Herman Fuller Presents: Shapes the Clown Rating: 14 Hubs Format Screw Hub Rating: 139 The Scip Squad Podcast Hub Rating: 44 Art An ASCII Egg That Kills You For No Reason Rating: 40 Bubbly Bobby the ASCII Ducky Rating: 40 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6868" by Tstaffor, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6868. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: scp_bobby Author: Tstaffor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-6868/scp_bobby.jpg Filename: box_bobby Author: Tstaffor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-6868/box_bobby.jpg Filename: run_bobby Author: Tstaffor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-6868/run_bobby.jpg

SCP-6869

pending

RAISA NOTICE You are currently editing draft: SCP-#### Draft Status: INCOMPLETE The Recordkeeping And Information Security Administration is required to alert you that 143 authors have previously edited this document. Please be aware that their footnotes are available below. Where it was found. Item #: SCP-####1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-#### is contained within a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell somewhere in Site-433. You should only enter the chamber if you have a biohazard suit on. Tears emitted by SCP-#### are cleaned with a vacuum cleaner. Eye contact is not to be made with the anomaly during this time, neither is speaking. SCP-#### is to be interviewed every month, except when the interviewer forgets to interview SCP-####.3 Don't mess around with the tears that SCP-#### emits. Just pour them into the anomalous waste bin, otherwise I'm pretty sure you'll be at risk of becoming an SCP-####-1 instance, and we'd rather not deal with that.4 That's all I think? Description: SCP-#### is a really sad man. It's stout, blue colored, has a bulbous nose, and it only wears shoes.5 One of the most noticeable features of SCP-#### is that it doesn't even look like it's there. It looks like a drawing in real life.6 It doesn't look like you'd be able to touch its icky, spongy, saltwater skin. But you can.7 It is not of interest, this is the main anomaly. It is very difficult to speak, write, or interact with SCP-#### in a way that isn't half-hearted. This is why we're doing it like this, it is genuinely hard to express any emotion towards it in a genuine fashion.8 I dunno what term we even use for this sort of thing and I don't really want to look it up right now, I am so tired.91011 SCP-#### is always crying because it is a sad man. Voice sounds like if an actor didn't know what accent they were doing so they just did whatever they could come up with.12It is always in this constant state of misery and woe and it can't really explain why, even when we ask as nicely as we can.13 SCP-####'s constant crying has become an issue, as its tears are anomalous and have an effect. They're light blue, appear similar to how it looks,14 and when cleaned the tears leave behind a shiny stain. The anomaly of the tear fluid happens when you get it on your skin.15 People who get the tears anywhere on their skin will start becoming a thing called SCP-####-1. The process is poorly understood cause most people viewing someone turning into a -1 were uncomfortable and looked away.16 These SCP-####-1 are similar to SCP-#### except for the fact they are shaped different, resembling a pitiful version of the person affected. When multiple are around, SCP-####-1 are often seen attempting to comfort each other.17 They are all really sad, just like SCP-####. Despite the fact that all SCP-####-1 were formerly human, it's still hard to interact with them in earnest.18 SCP-#### was discovered in the home of a guy named Fred Johnson after reports of crying in his house. There was a lack of anything in the home.19 SCP-#### was discovered and taken to Site-433. Fred Johnson is missing. Conversation: We decided to get someone to talk to it. Interviewer: D-171120 Interviewee: SCP-#### Note: A researcher21 wrote questions on a napkin for the D-Class to read out to the thing. There were four questions in total. (start log) D-1711: This suit is stuffy. How the hell am I gonna read my notes in this thing? Researcher sighs. Researcher: Please enter the chamber, I do not have time for complaints. D-1711: Hey, I'm doing you all a favor here! I have every r- Researcher: You say that like you have a choice. D-1711: I— I know, it's just… you don't understand! It's different! I— you… Researcher: Enter the chamber. D-1711: Okay. D-1711 enters SCP-####'s chamber. SCP-#### is crying in a fetal position, his face casted downwards. Puddles of shimmering tears coat the floor. D-1711 appears nauseous. D-1711: Why is it so damn hot in here? Did you guys forget to leave the air conditioning on or something? Researcher: Oh. Uhh, yeah. I guess we did. D-1711: Wait, for real? D-1711 laughs. D-1711: I was just joking! Maybe that's what has this thing crying. Christ, are those… tears all over the floor? Aren't you supposed to clean af- Researcher: Listen, just ask the damn thing those questions on your napkin, alright? D-1711: Jesus, alright man. Lighten up a little. SCP-#### looks up at D-1711, face damp with sweat and tears. D-1711 recoils in surprise. SCP-####: How? D-1711: Oh, I wasn't talking to you. Uhh, anyway, I need to ask you some questions. SCP-#### snivels. SCP-####: You won't be able to get it. It's not even here. D-1711 holds the napkin up to his face, squinting his eyes to view the questions. D-1711: Okay, here we go. Question number one, how are you feeling? SCP-#### stops crying for a moment, appearing bewildered. SCP-####: Huh? D-1711: Should I repeat the question? SCP-####: No, you're fine. It's just… I thought it was apparent… am I not… D-1711: You feel sad, right? I understand. SCP-#### begins to weep. D-1711 anxiously sways his arms back and forth rhythmically. SCP-####: That's what everyone's going to understand about me now, isn't it? Here I was hoping for once that… I don't fucking know. I don't know! I don't even know! It's not that far ahead! SCP-#### has a tantrum, throwing its own body onto the walls of its containment cell until tiring itself out and lying on the floor. D-1711's body language during this expresses discomfort and fear. D-1711: Shit. SCP-####: Just leave me alone. Get the questions over with and go away! This won't work! This won't change anything. You aren't even near the root of it. D-1711: Okay, I will continue. Question number two, why are you like this? SCP-#### winces. SCP-####: I don't kn— SCP-#### clasps its hands over its mouth, screaming. SCP-####: Is that all I can fucking say? I- I'll just tell you the best I can, okay? Okay! So, I was me, okay? I was just myself. My name was Fred Johnson. Okay? And I was just in my house. I was doing something there. I was doing Fred Johnson shit, y'know. Just doing something I'd do. I don't know what the fuck that would be, but I was doing it. SCP-####: And that's when I felt it. Like something invisible rubbing against my body. It was like sandpaper. It scraped and scratched against the outside and inside. I closed my eyes before I could see what it was doing to me, but before I did, I saw the room I was in fizzing and scraping itself into pieces. SCP-####: It hurt, and I wasn't Fred Johnson. D-1711: Oh. Is that the reason you're sad? SCP-#### laughs, screams, and blubbers for about a minute. SCP-####: No. D-1711: Okay. I- I'll try and… I'm… you don't have to… it's… oh… D-1711 stands silent for 24 seconds. D-1711: Question number three, why do your tears change people? SCP-####: I think it's the only way. D-1711: The only way to… what exactly? SCP-####: I don't know. D-1711: Alright. Silence for around 20 seconds. D-1711: Next question. Question number four… D-1711's eyes appear to widen. D-1711: What the fuck? No. I'm not fucking saying this. Who the hell wrote this? Researcher speaks through the door of the chamber, muffled. Researcher: Please comply with the experiment. D-1711: You wrote this, didn't you? Researcher sighs. Researcher: Y'know what? Fuck it. We're getting nowhere with this. I'm opening the door. D-1711: Sick fuck. (end log) Researcher was reprimanded for the fourth question he wrote.22 update: we didnt do a rlly good job searching through fred johnsons house i think. we ended up checking up on it agian and we found a note on the bathroom floor. + the note - the note whatever23 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-####" by ratking666, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6869. Licensed under CC-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: itsokaytocry.jpg Author: ratking666 License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki This image is a composite of: Name: empty room Author: Steven Perez License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: flickr Filename: thenoteattheendthatexplainseverything.gif Author: ratking666 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Footnotes 1. We don't know the number yet. 2. Ditto. 3. Shit happens, y'know? 4. One's enough, guys. 5. Dudes always butt naked. It's weird. 6. very hard to look at drawing 7. its rlly hard to explain in a way thats clinical. its seriously like if you touched a drawing and felt actual wet skin, it seriously fucks with your head in a way i cant even articulate. 8. It feels natural to treat it this way. 9. yeah me too 10. Me 2 11. Me three. 12. It's voice sounds like nothing.. 13. Really, really frustrating to deal with. 14. not real looking 15. please be careful 16. have you ever squeezed one of those super lumpy stress balls to the point it looked like it was about to pop? 17. They're not really good at it. They just cry all over each other. 18. kinda wanna miss them though 19. its like all the furniture and decor of the house evacuated. 20. We tried getting Rowan to interview it but when we put him in the same room as it he started getting really terrified and hyperventilating and we had no clue why so we just kicked him out of there. 21. its been a while, i dont rlly remember his name. 22. cold not curel yada yada 23. how long has it been since we checked on it anyway

SCP-6870

safe

CONFIDENTIAL Security Clearance Level 4 Dr. Eveline Nadir, Archivist, 91-360 Provisional Site 985 S E K T N Any_value Condition-time A5 A4 A3 A2 B5 B4 B3 B2 C5 C4 C3 C2 D5 D4 D3 D2 E5 E4 E3 E2 KETER AAA EEE Ȼ ? T Any_value Vedist I Vedist II Vedist III Vedist IV Vedist V Vedist VI SCP-6870 Item #: SCP-6870 Special Containment Procedures: The building and car park above SCP-6870 have been bought by the Foundation and converted into Provisional Site 985. Nearby roads have been diverted and privacy walls and vegetation are to be maintained to block views of the shaft entrance from all accessible angles. Provisional Site 985 is permanently staffed by four members of STF-Gamma-99 (Duck and Cover) who are provided with all necessary defense equipment. Two 6870-certified radio technicians are present at the site to perform routine check-ups and maintenance on the radio equipment within SCP-6870. Upon the absence of a technician, a qualified backup is to be sent promptly from a nearby site. Description: SCP-6870 is a bunker located beneath the parking lot of a former automotive repair business in ██████ ███████, accessible by means of a 65 meter deep vertical shaft. The bunker is sealed by a metal bulkhead, upon which is fastened a brass plaque. The plaque has been defaced with a sharp tool beyond legibility. The interior of the bunker resembles a shortwave radio broadcast station, with technology dating from between 1955 and 1961. The station contains one anomalous piece of technology, designated SCP-6870-1. Section of SCP-6870-1 SCP-6870-1, when fed with an electronic signal, broadcasts that signal in the HF band at a strength resembling that of a very large above-ground curtain array transmitter. SCP-6870-1's signals are present at low levels around the globe, excluding only the interior of SCP-6870 itself. The only other notable feature of SCP-6870 are five regularly spaced pedestals, each topped with a padded glass case and equipped with quadruple-redundant microphones, which all feed an audio signal to SCP-6870-1. Within each of the glass cases are small objects of presumed natural origin, designated SCP-6870-a through SCP-6870-e. Of these objects, only one can be interpreted as being man-made, but true age is impossible to determine due to a complete lack of radioactive ions in their composition. SCP-6870-a through -e all emit semi-repetitive sounds at a uniform peak of 30 decibels. Listening to these sounds induces feelings of nausea and fear that increase with exposure. Whether this effect is anomalous is unknown. Table of SCP-6870 instances and the sounds they produce: Instance Designation Instance Type Sound Produced SCP-6870-a 4.5 cm shard of black volcanic glass. Heavily muffled low human voice, repeating a single syllable transcribable as "blal" or "blao." Negligible variation between repetitions. SCP-6870-b Desiccated leaf of unknown species. The sound of a drop falling into a body of water. No variation between repetitions. SCP-6870-c 5cm wide weathered dacite stone. An unceasing, high pitched keening cry at an average of 3462 Hz. Small variation in the tone is constant, but no repetition has been found. SCP-6870-d Flattened zinc disc with a hole in the center. Labored, congested breathing. Moderate to high variation between breaths. SCP-6870-e Metacarpal bone of an unknown hominid species. Non-repeating but highly structured musical whistling, played by an unknown instrument. Sound alternates unpredictably between four complex refrains on a microtonal scale containing sixty-one notes. Since the bunker's discovery by the Foundation in 1991, the volume of the sounds produced by SCP-6870-a through -e have dropped by █ percent. Microphones in each pedestal have been moved closer to compensate.

SCP-6871

thaumiel

by Ralliston Please see my Author Post in the Discussion for some extremely important licensing information. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 6/6871 LEVEL 6/6871 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6871 Thaumiel Special Containment Procedures: Instructions regarding SCP-6871's execution and ingredients are to be limited only to the O5 Council the Administrator. All unauthorized individuals attempting to obtain this information are to be terminated on-site. All testing involving SCP-6871 is to have at least 5 separate witnesses,1 which are to be imperatively stationed in Exclusionary Site-01 alongside the file for SCP-6871 during the procedure. Similarly, to avoid a paradox time loop, the individual performing the test is to be located within said Site, and the item on which SCP-6871 is performed outside it. Description: SCP-6871 is a thaumaturgic ritual capable of removing persons, objects, and / or phenomena from the baseline timeline. When executed properly, the target’s impact and actions within the timeline will be retroactively erased and replaced. Discovery: [REDACTED PER RAISA/DELTA-T DIRECTORSHIP EMERGENCY ORDER] Addendum 6871-1: SCP-6871 Testing Log Test Number Person Conducting Item of Removal Result #1 D-51832 One dollar bill of random choosing No differences noted. #2 D-51832 One dollar bill previously used by Dr. Brenda to purchase coffee Dr. Brenda was visibly more tired throughout the day, resulting in visibly smaller progress on her current project than before. #3 D-81920 D-51832 All prior tests, as well as their results, have been reverted as a result. #4 D-91726 D-81920 Reality was restored to an identical state as in Test #2, with the exception of D-81920's existence. #5 D-51832 Dr. Brenda Research on numerous anomalies Dr. Brenda was employed on was visibly more advanced, with Dr. Williams, a person she fought against for the position, achieving a much higher Clearance Level than her. #6 D-51832 Dr. Williams The position for which Dr. Brenda and Dr. Williams previously fought remained unclaimed, resulting in the removal of the discovery of seven previously known SCP objects. #7 D-51832 Dr. Elias Shaw Though the current host of Dr. Shaw was removed as per standard result, SCP-963, alongside Dr. Shaw's consciousness, remained unharmed. #8 D-51832 All 126 total Dr. Elias Shaw's hosts Though all 126 of the individuals were removed as per standard result, another 126 individuals were found to be Dr. Shaw's hosts. #9 D-51832 SCP-963 Dr. Shaw's consciousness, alongside all research progress he had achieved was lost. #10 D-17253 D-51832 Reality was restored to an identical state as prior to testing, with the exception of D-51832's existence. #11 The Administrator SCP-6871 N/A — Overruled by Delta-T to avoid a temporal paradox. #12 O5-12 SCP-682 Despite the ritual's proper execution and the object's initial removal alongside the damage it caused, seconds later, SCP-682 reappeared in the containment cell, commenting with the following words: "Pathetic." It refused to elaborate on the incident further. #13 O5-12 SCP-1000 The entire race of the Children of the Night was removed, resulting in humanity being the dominant species ever since its inception. Human society was advanced beyond recognition, with numerous deific entities and outstandingly advanced technology being integrated into it. #14 D-91826 O5-12 As the last three tests were conducted without direct order from the Council and with catastrophic results, reality was restored to the state before test #12. #15 O5-2 Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") The Chaos Insurgency, alongside 2% of the Foundation's scientific personnel and 1.5% of MTF units disappeared from baseline reality. Further research is ongoing. #16 O5-8 D.C. al Fine D.C. al Fine, alongside the Global Occult Coalition, disappeared. As a result, the SCP Foundation had become the main anomalous organization in the world, currently rivaling a worldwide rebellion led by the Grand Karcist Ion alongside the Klavigaar. #17 O5-3 Grand Karcist Ion Human society had regressed to a point in the bronze age. A majority of human progress, alongside the Church of the Broken God and all O5 Council members, had disappeared from reality. Records indicate humanity was unable to progress further than said age for more than 3000 years. Further research is ongoing. #18 The Administrator I'm sorry I allowed all of this. I'm so, so sorry. File Commentary: The above document was found in the Deepwell archives of the ruins of a building marked as "Exclusionary Site-01" found in Oregon, USA, during a Coalition raid following civilian reports of unidentified ruins found within the woods. Research indicates the building is at least 2000 years old and belongs to a worldwide organization specializing in the containment of anomalous phenomena called the "SCP Foundation." No organization by that name or evidence supporting its existence exists. Footnotes 1. Currently consisting of the Administrator, Maria Jones, O5-1, O5-13, and Dr. Gears. 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SCP-6872

thaumiel

by Fishish and Ralliston Co-written by Fishish and Ralliston ► Fishish's Authorpage ► Ralliston's Authorpage [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/6872 LEVEL 5/6872 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-6872 Thaumiel Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6872 is to be activated only as a preventative last resort for a global K-Class Scenario. Activation of SCP-6872 requires the express authorization of the majority of O5 Council members. Non-O5 Council personnel attempting to access information relating to SCP-6872's mechanisms or activation requirements are to be terminated immediately, regardless of Clearance level. UPDATE 15/09/2022: Foundation personnel are to report shortness of breath, tingling sensations, and phantom pain to the nearest Foundation clinics for amnestic and medical treatment. Feelings of insects crawling along the body are to be disregarded. Description: SCP-6872 designates a Foundation-made memetic trigger embedded into the cerebellum of every human being worldwide. Following its proper activation, SCP-6872 allows for the simultaneous transmission of a concept, memeplex, or thaumaturgic spell to every member of the Homo sapiens species. SCP-6872 is a final failsafe that allows the Foundation to exact a number of measures meant to prevent or shield humanity in the event of an irreversible K-Class Scenario. SCP-6872's activation rituals were established in case of an event that would require any of the following for the continuation of the human race: Drastic and immediate alteration of mankind's physical and / or mental form; Simultaneous transmission of an idea, message, or protective spell to every human being worldwide; Gaining temporary control over all of humanity and all of its actions; Temporary incapacitation of all of Earth's population; The termination of the human race. Discovery: SCP-6872 is theorized to have existed inside of humanity ever since its initial creation. Site-01's Deepwell Archives include an undated proposal from the Administrator for the modification of the human genome to include SCP-6872; what exactly would lead to the approval of such an action in the first place remains unknown. Addendum 6872-1: Abridged List of Planned SCP-6872 Contingencies To ensure the quickest possible usage of SCP-6872 should its activation become necessary, Overwatch Command has prepared a series of highly complex contingent SCP-6872-related protocols that could be, if need arise, activated as soon as possible. Below attached is their abridged list. Contingency Number Description Further Comments 2819-Z-3 Entirely remove the Homo sapiens need for food, water, and oxygen intake in the case of a GH-Class "Dead Greenhouse" Scenario rendering Earth incapable of providing the aforementioned resources. UNIMPLEMENTED. Note that 2819-Z-3 should not be treated as a permanent solution, and that, following the return of Earth into a standard state, it should be reverted as quickly as possible. [635 lines omitted for brevity] 3936-Z-3 Restructure the physical form of mankind from one that would perish under the ongoing circumstances to a resilient one, effectively triggering a controlled LK-Class "Species Transmutation" Scenario until the situation can be put under control. IMPLEMENTATION DEBATED. [189 lines omitted for brevity] 6217-G-6 In case of an emergent CC-Class "Collapse of Chemistry" Scenario, restructure the base of the human DNA to no longer include and rely on the carbon element, effectively allowing for life to continue as normal. PENDING REEVALUATION. As per the official request of Chemistry Department personnel, Contingency 6217-G-6 activation protocols are pending an update to ensure its activation would remain safe. 3125-B-7 Immediate, painless termination of the entirety of humanity to ensure SCP-3125's incarnation in baseline reality — and, by extension, the entire observable human memepletic multiverse — does not succeed were it to collide with our world in an irreversible capacity. As SCP-3125 requires sapient hosts to incarnate and is otherwise a threat that is incapable of being fought against in any way, this would effectively ensure its permanent neutralization. UNIMPLEMENTED. Project explicitly overridden by Antimemetics Division Director, Bart Hughes and deemed the wrong way to combat SCP-3125's threat. [291 lines omitted for brevity] 9123-I-1 In the place of the now-nonexistent human consciousness in the case of an MK-Class "End of Human Consciousness" scenario, rebuild a memeplex construct that is nearly identical to the aforementioned consciousness and input it into the human noospheric signature, ensuring the proper continuation of humanity's awareness. UNIMPLEMENTED. Heavily debated alongside a controlled previous destruction of human consciousness as a more humane and efficient temporary replacement for Contingency 3125-B-7, should the need for its activation arise. [901 lines omitted for brevity] 0213-A-3 Transport the entirety of the human consciousness into an artificially-recreated Earth hosted inside Site-119's supercomputer server system. Would result in an effective, full, and near-permanent separation from baseline reality and the stimulus it would normally host — including hunger, thirst, and death — replacing both with their digitalized versions, should either prove no longer appropriate for the human race. IMPLEMENTED . UPDATE 12/09/2021: SCP-6872 Contingency 0213-A-3 implemented on a limited scale in order to combat emergent ΩK-Class Scenario. O5-4 chosen as the primary Overseer Project Lead. RAISA Headquarters Site-7 successfully transplanted to simulated reality. UPDATE 20/05/2024: Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to cover Foundation Sites -15, -17, -19 -43, -55, -64, -87, and -120. Overall Foundation personnel integration estimated to be around 15%. UPDATE 19/04/2027: Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to cover Foundation Sites -14, -41, -45, -54, -184, -246, -300, -322, and -666. Overall Foundation personnel integration estimated to be around 60%. Overall human population integration initiated. UPDATE 23/08/2028: Minor SIMULACRUM server error detected; determined to be caused by insufficient thaumic cooling input via the ritualistic engines present in Site-119's basements. Power restored 2 minutes following incident. Operation resumed as normal. UPDATE 02/12/2040: Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to cover all remaining Foundation Sites with the exception of Overwatch Command. Overall Foundation personnel integration completed, with the exception of the O5 Council and Site-119 personnel. Overall human population integration estimated to be around 15%. SIMULACRUM servers expanded five times in size to ensure proper and believable simulation activation. UPDATE 23/08/2064: SIMULACRUM servers experience an inexplicable error cascade, terminating in a 10-minute freeze of its operation. Cause determined to be insufficient memory capacity; server hard-drives ontokinetically enlargened to ensure proper fourth-dimensional stability and to properly encapsulate the large new numbers of users estimated within the next few years. Operation resumed soon after the appropriate repairs were made. Overall human population integration estimated to be around 45%. UPDATE 20/11/2087: Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to cover all remaining major population centers as well as large portions of smaller establishments. Overall human population integration estimated to be around 80%. Preparations to properly activate simulated death inside of SIMULACRUM began. UPDATE 18/01/2099: Artificial death achieved inside of simulation via the usage of full stimuli-blocking protocols paired with the transportation of the simulated body to the void beyond the main map of the Earth. Overall human population integration estimated to be around 95%. UPDATE 15/02/2101: SIMULACRUM experiences a major series of errors throughout most of its systems, terminating in a 2-hour freeze of its operation. Simulated death stops operation for 2 weeks. Cause determined to be an insufficient amount of Akiva pumps exhausting humanity's input into appropriate waste management methods, resulting in major destabilization of the belief of the concept of death. Site-119 Director Ashton Norva and SIMULACRUM Lead Sammi Radcliffe lost during repairs. Technical Lead Davis Rosen promoted to Site and Project Director by order of O5-4. Operation re-activated. UPDATE 09/08/2104: Last-minute checks for SIMULACRUM operation before the full integration of human race; no existing errors located. Operation greenlit. UPDATE 29/07/2130: Overall human population integration fully completed. Only Overwatch Command remains outside of simulation. Preparations to integrate it into SIMULACRUM ongoing. O5-4 remains outside of simulation, monitoring its operation in the primary control room. UPDATE 12/06/2278: SIMULACRUM suffers near collapse as its servers are unable to withstand the amount of processing power necessary to simulate the death of so many individuals; contingencies that ensure its servers' automatic growth via anomalous means without outside intervention put into place via the order of O5-4. For 3 minutes during the error cascade, outside stimuli are felt by simulation occupants. Global amnestic protocols activated. No signs of incident ensue. SIMULACRUM resumes operation. UPDATE 19/04/2290: SIMULACRUM growth contingencies fully operational. 2% of Earth is now encapsulated by Site-119. Overwatch Command mitigation complete in 99%. Only the O5 Council remains outside of stimulated reality. UPDATE 12/07/2299: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 5% of the Earth — meets the planet's ocean, allowing for 5 minutes of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. Automatic repair drones take care of the issue 20 seconds after its occurrence. Operation ensures. O5-1, O5-6, O5-7, O5-9, O5-11, O5-12, and O5-13 all enter the simulation, personally overseen by O5-4. To ensure his further objective judgment, control of SIMULACRUM has now been migrated and isolated to the inside of Overwatch Command wherein O5-4 remains entirely quarantined from the rest of the Site. Any further duties that consist of anything other than monitoring SIMULACRUM have been mitigated to remaining O5 Level personnel. UPDATE 05/10/2301: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 20% of the Earth — gets overtaken by wildlife growth, allowing for 30 minutes of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. Automatic repair drones take care of the issue 2 minutes after its occurrence. Further elimination of excess insects and animals in progress. Operation ensures. O5-2, O5-3, O5-5, O5-8, and O5-10 all enter the simulation. O5-4 remains, sealed inside the previously mentioned chamber to ensure appropriate preparations are completed. UPDATE 02/07/2315: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 56% of the Earth — succumbs to violent locust attacks, caused by its infrastructure overgrowing with the species' primary food source, allowing for 2 hours of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. O5-4-controlled repair drones take care of the issue 3 hours after its occurrence. Operation ensues. UPDATE 07/05/2322: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 80% of the Earth — succumbs to a rapidly spreading wildfire, caused by the global sprawl of flora, allowing for 1 day of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. Automatic repair drones resolve the issue 6 weeks after its occurrence, but destroy 16% of available hardware resources during the process. O5-4 completes all preliminary prerequisites for automated SIMULACRUM function and submits a request to enter the simulation. UPDATE 09/12/2416: Unexpected error occurs as part of Site-119 — which now takes up 100% of the Earth — begins overflowing from a sudden abundance of living animal carcasses caused by the rapidly-spreading locust population, allowing for 1 week of outside stimuli inside of SIMULACRUM. Repair drones rendered inoperable. O5-4 -controlled repair drones rendered inoperable. O5-4's previous request for entry inside SIMULACRUM is denied by the O5 Council. Global amnestization inside of simulation occurs. Operation ensues. UPDATE 02/02/2417: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. Global amnestization inside of simulation approved. Operation ensues. UPDATE 06/08/2417: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. No attempt to locate its cause is made. O5 Level personnel voice dissaproval; no response from O5-4 detected. Weekly global amnestization of SIMULACRUM population approved by O5-4. Operation ensues. UPDATE 20/09/2417: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. All members of the simulation — even O5 Level personnel — now explicitly forbidden from communicating outside of SIMULACRUM. Daily and targeted global amnestization, especially regarding any topics of the existence of the "real world," is approved by O5-4. Operation ensues. UPDATE 15/11/2417: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. No input from O5-4 detected. Hourly global amnestization of SIMULACRUM population approved by O5-4. Operation ensues. UPDATE 09/02/2418: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. Bi-hourly global amnestization of SIMULACRUM population approved by O5-4, but later deemed to no longer be a viable strategy. O5-4 attempts to leave Site-119. Automatic response drones react accordingly. Operation ensues. UPDATE 06/01/2419: Unexplained SIMULACRUM error occurs. Outside stimuli errors deemed as part of baseline reality. All reports of users suffering inexplicable insect bites are archived and promptly ignored. Operation ensues. UPDATE 23/05/2419: Foundation resources deemed insufficient to combat any further approaching errors. Due to the Earth's conversion into Site-119, global undoing of Contingency 0213-A-3 is deemed impossible. All ongoing feelings of live consumption by insects and / or growing of plants inside bodies added to the definition of baseline reality. Operation ensues. UPDATE 14/08/2420: Per unanimous decision of the O5 Council inside SIMULACRUM, Contingency 0213-A-3 expanded to include O5-4 as its permanent pilot. 63% of SIMULACRUM systems experience spontaneous critical shutdown. Further entry into the simulation is deactivated. UPDATE 14/09/2421: Automated Site-119 monitoring systems are manually deactivated by O5-4 moments before he is seen sobbing inside of primary SIMULACRUM command. Further updates to this file locked. 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A photograph of SCP-6873 with SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3 and SCP-6873-4. Item #: SCP-6873 Special Containment Procedures: SSCP-6873, along with SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3, and SCP-6873-4, is to be kept within a secure locker at Site-73 when not undergoing testing by Foundation personnel. Access to SCP-6873 must be approved by a researcher of Level 2 clearance or higher. Testing of SCP-6873 with SCP-6873-4 is to be approved by the Dune Mountain Taskforce head researcher, Dr. Leetam. When undergoing testing, SCP-6873 must be sealed within a sound-proofed chamber. Foundation personnel assigned to monitor SCP-6873 are to wear ear protection within the chamber and must record SCP-6873's audio. Description: SCP-6873 resembles a vintage 8-track tape electronic educational toy, similar to those found from the late 1970s to early 1980s. SCP-6873 displays no anomalous properties when powered off and requires a standard 9-volt DC adapter connected to a power source to be powered on. Material testing of SCP-6873 illustrates that the device is constructed from an indestructible, unknown substance that imitates the appearance and properties of plastic, glass, and silicon.1 SCP-6873 has 3 buttons on its front for interacting with the device and a dial for turning the device on and off, as well as adjusting volume. The device is branded with a Dune Mountain Games logo.2 SCP-6873 cannot fully function without the utilization of a unique 8-track audio tape that a subject must insert into SCP-6873. Currently, the Foundation possesses 4 tapes labelled ‘Lesson 1 General Information’, ‘Lesson 2 Basic Maths’, ‘Lesson 3 Karate’, and ‘Lesson 4 Basic Biology’ – designated SCP-6873-1, SCP-6873-2, SCP-6873-3 and SCP-6873-4. These unique 8-track audio tapes also feature branding from Dune Mountain Games on their labels, as well as illustrations of characters that appear in SCP-6843-1. When powered on SCP-6873's eyes will light up and the device will emit a short fanfare. Without a tape SCP-6873 will begin to broadcast on repeat several pre-recorded lines asking the subject to insert a tape. If SCP-6873 is ignored for a sustained period, the device will begin to show signs of being aware of its environment. The device will broadcast unique audio that directly addresses subjects in the room, asking them personally to insert a lesson tape. Currently, SCP-6873 has yet to respond to any attempts by subjects to converse with it beyond asking them to insert one of the 8-track tapes. When one of the unique 8-track audio tapes is inserted into SCP-6873, the device's lights begin to flash as it enters “quiz mode”. Subjects without ear protection will enter a trance and focus entirely on SCP-6873. SCP-6873 will ask the subjects 3 random questions relating to the title of the 8-track tape inserted into the device. The subjects answer the question by pressing one of the buttons on the front of the device labelled A and B. Subjects who answer the questions correctly are scolded and insulted by SCP-6873, and the device continues to inform the subject that they are wrong. Subjects are then asked by SCP-6873 to re-answer the questions using SCP-6873’s answer. SCP-6873 continues to ask the subject to re-answer the question until the subject complies with the device’s commands. Once SCP-6873 has finished asking the 3 questions, the 8-track tape will eject itself and the subjects will exit their trance. The subject who interacted with SCP-6873 will now wholly believe the answers SCP-6873 forced them to enter to be true, regardless of their former education and knowledge. Any attempts to re-educate subjects exposed to SCP-6873, including the use of Class B amnestics, have so far failed. In some cases, SCP-6873 can result in fatality, typically when exposed to questions on SCP-6873-4, as subjects believe the device when it asks them questions such as 'True or False, do humans only breathe underwater?' In one case, a subject was asked, 'Does a human heart stop if it reaches more than 80 beats per minute?' resulting in the subject suffering a cardiac arrest after the test. Audio and video recordings of SCP-6873 have no effect on listeners. Discovery: SCP-6873 was identified and recovered from an online estate sale by the Foundation-operated web analysis bot Oscar-12 ("DUNE-HUNTER") on the 5th of July 2019. The estate sale was based in Fredericksburg, Texas and was held by distant relatives of a Melissa and Kimberly Martin, two sisters who had died in a recent car accident at the age of 49 and 51. Interviews with the neighbors of the Martins noted that the two sisters were generally considered “Intellectually disabled” within the community and normally isolated themselves from the public. Due to insufficient evidence, no further connections to Dune Mountain Games and the Martin siblings could be established. However, it has been theorized that, due to the age of the Martin siblings and their low IQ, as indicated by educational records from their youth, they might have been in possession of SCP-6873 for a number of decades, leading to the conclusion that the group Dune Mountain Games is older than previously thought. Excerpts of Audio Recorded from SCP-6873: Audio Excerpt 6873-01 – Pre-recorded start up noise: - [00:00:11] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript *Fanfare Plays* Hello and welcome to Trial By Fire. Please insert a lesson. Audio Excerpt 6873-02 – Unique audio of SCP-6873 addressing Subject D-1372: - [00:00:20] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript *Fanfare Plays* Hey, you there, guy in the orange jump suit. Yes, you [inaudible]. You don't look too bright. How would you like to get smarter? *Fanfare Plays* Audio Excerpt 6873-03 – Question and answer from the SCP-6873-1 tape: - [00:00:20] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript *Static Noise* Here is a hard question. *Static Noise* What is the capital of France? Is it A. Paris? Or. B. Tortilla Chip? *Subject presses A* *Static Noise* You absolute moron; it was B. Tortilla Chip. Audio Excerpt 6873-04 – Question and answer from the SCP-6873-4 tape: - [00:00:38] + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript *Static Noise* Did you know? *Static Noise* Average human can only eat twelve thousand bagels. *Static Noise* Now, for the question: Is oxygen suffocating to humans? *Static Noise* Yes or no? *Subject presses YES* Good, oxygen has lots of tiny scorpions that eat lung. *Subject starts to suffocate* *static noise*. Addendum SCP-6873 - 1: All Foundation personnel are to wear ear protection while testing on SCP-6873 even while no 8-track tape is inserted. See incident report SCP-6873-1 below for more information. + Show Incident Report SCP-6873-1 - Hide Incident Report Date: 08/12/2019 Location: Site-73 Description of Incident: Level 2 Researcher Dr. Susan Nguyen was documenting the pre-recorded, tapeless audio broadcasted by SCP-6873. At 00:15:04 into the recording, SCP-6873 played its usual fanfare, then proceeded to address Dr. Nguyen directly by her forename. At 00:15:20, SCP-6873 threatened Dr. Nguyen by telling her that her husband's name is now "Jeremy," something never before recorded. Dr. Nguyen attempted to unplug SCP-6873 once she understood the situation. However, Dr. Nguyen now wholly believes her husband's name is Jeremy. Audio Excerpt 6873-05 – A snippet from Incident SCP-6873-1: - [00:00:26] Transcript *Dr. Susan Nguyen makes a note of the time* Dr. Susan Nguyen: Okay, we have been recording now for fifteen minutes. *Fanfare Plays* SCP-6873: Ah, Susan. My pal. My [Inaudible]. My only hope of inserting a tape. How about you try a lesson? Or maybe your husband's name is Jeremy now. *Dr. Susan Nguyen unplugs SCP-6873* Footnotes 1. Material analysis of SCP-6873 has concluded that the material is the same substance from which SCP-6843 and SCP-6853 are fabricated. 2. See SCP-6843 and SCP-6853 for more instances of gaming devices linked to Dune Mountain Games.

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A commentary on the Japanese entertainment industry.  close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article involves suicide and the dark side of the Japanese entertainment industry. ⚠️ content warning Sole remaining public image of Makuwa Yurika in life. Item #: SCP-6874 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6874 is to be kept in cold storage at Site-247's morgue at all times. No devices capable of video playback are permitted within a four meter radius of SCP-6874. Monthly payments of three million yen each are to be distributed to SCP-6874's surviving family members, as part of the Foundation front Samaritan's Compensatory Program, in order to ensure their continued silence. Description: SCP-6874 is the corpse of Makuwa Yurika, who committed suicide on 20██/██/██. 25 years old at the time of her death, the cause was determined to be bleeding out via a scissor-induced neck wound. As of writing, SCP-6874 has exhibited no signs of decomposition. SCP-6874's anomalous properties occur when exposed to any electronic device capable of video playback. SCP-6874 affected items will play a non-existent episode of the anime I Love To Sing: An Idol's Life1 on a loop. This episode will continue to play so long as the device playing it is within a four meter radius of SCP-6874, resisting all attempts to turn off, unplug, and/or destroy it. Refer to Addendum 3 for more details. Addendum 1 - Discovery: SCP-6874 was discovered by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in the bedroom of Makuwa Yurika's apartment, after a missing person's report was filed by her family on 20██/██/██. Upon approaching SCP-6874, the officers' body cameras became affected by its anomalous effect, causing confusion amongst the officers and Dispatch. A request for backup was called, which was intercepted by Site-247's regional monitoring station. Agents of Embedded Task Force Theta-∞ "Endless Eight" were mobilized to the location, and assumed control of the situation. Affected officers and members of Dispatch were promptly offered a stipend of two million yen a month each, in exchange for their silence on the matter and the signing of a non-disclosure agreement; all accepted. SCP-6874 was subsequently secured by members of Theta-∞, and transported to Site-247 without incident. After testing SCP-6874's properties, current containment procedures were put into place. Addendum 2 - Background: Makuwa Yurika was born in Osaka in the Kansai region, to Makuwa Ryuuko and Makuwa Mako on 19██/██/██. She proceeded to live an uneventful life until she was 19 years old, when a representative of Nishiatama Vocal Group scouted her at the Osaka College of Music, offering her a career in the anime and music industry in exchange for becoming one of their clients. Makuwa Yurika's initial roles were minor, ranging from background dialogue in crowd scenes to providing musical interludes in between commercial breaks. Eventually, when she was 23 years old, she was offered the lead role of Kashu Utsukushī in I Love To Sing: An Idol's Life, which brought her cult fandom as a seiyuu2 into the mainstream. I Love To Sing became critically acclaimed and commercially successful during its first, and only, season, with critics in particular praising Makuwa's performances as both the speaking and singing voice of Kashu. Makuwa's popularity rose to the point that businesses she frequented in the Tokyo Metropolitan area would see renewed financial success by proxy, and that a live promotional concert organized by Nishiatama managed to sell out all of its tickets within minutes of going online. Talks were had between Makuwa Yurika and the producers of I Love To Sing of creating a second season. However, this would not come to pass. On the morning of 20/██/██, anonymous envelopes were sent to all major news outlets in Tokyo, containing candid photographs of Makuwa Yurika participating in the consumption of marijuana in her home. Despite Makuwa's adamant protests that the events photographed did not occur, public perception of her would immediately, irrevocably, and negatively change. Makuwa Yurika was terminated as a Nishiatama client, with a representative citing "breach of contract and moral repugnancy". Episodes of I Love To Sing were pulled from physical and digital circulation, and all photographs and social media posts mentioning it or Makuwa Yurika were taken down. Additionally, a warrant for Makuwa Yurika's arrest was placed. However, this would not come into fruition, due to her committal of suicide. Addendum 3 - Contents of SCP-6874 Broadcast: The following is a transcript of a relevant excerpt from SCP-6874's broadcast, translated from Japanese. (Kashu Utsukushī is seen standing on stage, illuminated by spotlights. The camera then switches to reveal the audience, who are glaring at her contemptuously.) Kashu: H-hello, thank you all for coming to this impromptu little concert of mine. (An audience member is heard coughing; Kashu winces before recomposing herself) Kashu: Regretfully, this will be my last performance. I thank you all sincerely for staying by me to the end. …L-let's not waste any more time… (Music begins to play from speakers in the stagecorners. Kashu opens her mouth to sing. However, her words are distorted by a burst of white noise that continues for the duration of her song. Through careful audio isolating, though, the following snippets were able to be recovered.) Kashu: Never… Open… Night… Please… Do not forget me… Not me… (Kashu finishes her song, giving a bow to the audience before standing up straight, the microphone clutched tightly within her hands.) (The silence from the crowd is overbearing.) (Kashu fidgets in place, her expression growing anxious.) (The crowd remains silent.) (A single tear begins to trickle from Kashu's left eye.) Kashu: P…please… (The crowd remains silent.) Kashu: S-something… Anything… (The crowd remains silent.) (Kashu shudders, sinking down onto her knees against the stage, sniffling audible from her.) (The crowd remains silent.) (Kashu buries her face into the palms of her hands, sobbing viscerally. The noise echos from her still live microphone.) (The crowd remains silent.) (The video fades to black as Kashu begins wailing.) (The crowd remains silent.) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6874" by newnykacolaquantum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6874. Licensed under CC-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: 235021250_75088960d1_k.jpg Name: Woman Author: Mrhayata License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: Flickr Footnotes 1. アイ・ラブ・トゥ・シング：あるアイドルの人生, Ai rabu to~u shingu: Aru aidoru no jinsei. 2. A Japanese voice actor.

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SCP-6875 Byㅤ TopDownUnder Published on 29 May 2022 15:27 PALEOLITHIC THUMBNAIL OOGA CHAKA by TopDownUnder 5 SCP-6875 ITEM: SCP-6875 LEVEL 5/6875 CLASS: SAFE top-secret DISRUPTION CLASS: vlam SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The main entrance to SCP-6875 has been sealed off. Personnel with 5/GENERAL clearance or other authorised individuals can enter SCP-6875. All other individuals attempting to enter SCP-6875 are to be detained and interrogated. DESCRIPTION A drawing found on the walls of SCP-6875 near the entrance. SCP-6875 is a cave located in northern Belarus, near the town of Miory in the Vitebsk region. The presence of tools and cave paintings indicate that SCP-6875 was inhabited by early humans roughly 100,000 years ago. Several of the deeper portions of SCP-6875 have been carved out into small rooms, with large, heavy rocks being used as barricades for them. Many of these rocks seem to have been broken apart or forcibly thrown aside. Investigation of these carved rooms indicates that they were constructed by early humans as makeshift containment chambers for anomalous artefacts. Owing to the age and lack of care of this site, many of the artefacts that these chambers were made for are now lost. However, crude drawings outside the entrance of these chambers offer some insight into what anomalies may have been present there. ADDENDUM.6875.1 CONTAINED ANOMALIES Following is a curated list of known anomalies contained at SCP-6875, alongside any drawings found outside the art or any modifications made to the containment chamber. A full list of SCP-6875's anomalies can be accessed upon request. Designation Description Chamber Modification Chamber Drawing SCP-6875-Auroch The skeletal remains of a Bos primigenius (auroch) were found within this chamber. Vines have circled around many of the bones, keeping the remains largely intact and together. Analysis of the skeleton indicates that the animal died sometime in the early 20th century, making it the latest known living member of its species. Analysis also revealed the auroch to be well over 100,000 years old at the time of its death, meaning that it had an anomalously elongated life. A small chute was carved out next to the main entrance to the chamber, presumably to get food and water into the chamber without having to remove the stone door. The drawing outside shows a group of humans worshipping a large auroch, with rays of light coming out from its horns. SCP-6875-Maker The chamber has a large hole granting access to the surface. Inspection of the hole indicates it was created by blunt force from the outside. The floor of the chamber is littered with the remains of dolls and toys meant for children. A small, makeshift wooden table at the far end of the room holds unfinished toys and worn tools. Some of the dolls have pieces of grass interwoven into them and occasionally animate, getting up and dancing around a bit before becoming inert once more. N/A A moustached man is depicted working at a table, with dolls dancing around him. SCP-6875-Mesozoic The chamber's stone door was held in place by several smaller rocks prior to Foundation involvement. After removal of the door, a living specimen of Notatesseraeraptor was found within. It attacked Foundation personnel present and was shot at. Upon witnessing it slowly regenerating from the attack, on-site personnel quickly moved it into a portable containment chamber and transported it to a local Foundation facility for proper containment. A single viewport was carved next to the door. A theropod dinosaur, presumably SCP-6875-Mesozoic, was depicted being surrounded by ~50 men holding spears. SCP-6875-Machine A mass of partially molten steel and tungsten is present in the corner of the chamber, next to the skeleton of a modern human. The skeleton was found dressed in a Foundation labcoat with a nametag identifying them as "Dr. Matthew Reeds", a member of the Department of Temporal Anomalies. No individual under this name is currently employed by the Foundation nor ever has been. N/A An individual in a labcoat is shown emerging from a glowing box. A group of three men and women are approaching the box from behind. Another individual is depicted running away from the box. SCP-6875-Fire Coal and charcoal litter the floor of the chamber, with much of the wall covered in soot and burn marks. An unburnt pile of wood is present in the corner. The ceiling of the chamber is filled with small holes leading to the surface. A raging fire is depicted burning down a village, with masses of people fleeing from the scene. ADDENDUM.6875.2 FURTHER EXPLORATION PLEASE RE-INPUT CREDENTIALS CLOSE ADDENDA MATERIAL The following material is classified as LEVEL 5/GENERAL. Access by anyone without the proper credentials will result in amnesticization and, if warranted, termination. By reading beyond this warning, you acknowledge that you are aware of the potential consequences of viewing information you are unauthorized for. SCP-6875 UPDATE An expedition was conducted to the deeper parts of SCP-6875, as only the first 75m beyond the entrance had been properly explored. Several new containment chambers were found, among which included: Designation Description Chamber Modification Chamber Drawing SCP-6875-Papers A sheaf of papers stapled together at the top. Despite presumably having been within a humid environment for ~100,000 years, SCP-6875-Papers is in perfect condition. The top paper of the stack reads "Confidential Report on Special Items—Classified." The sheaf of papers has since been moved to Site-01, under the order of O5-1. N/A A hand reaching out for a stack of papers, with a skull drawn over where the hand would be touching the sheaf of papers. SCP-6875-Spear The chamber is empty. A stone tablet, dated 33 A.D, was found at the entrance to the chamber. A message on it, written in Latin, states "Had to borrow the spear for a special crucifixion. I'm sure you won't mind." N/A A figure is holding up a golden, glowing spear. The figure appears to be using it in a fight, although their opponent has been scribbled out. SCP-6875-Creation A large wooden sculpture consisting of two booths and one centre mass. Both booths have levers attached to them. Pulling the levers has no effect. N/A A figure is shown building SCP-6875-Creation. Written next to the drawing, in modern English, is "It didn't work. Am I forgetting a part of the original?" SCP-6875-Skull A floating skull of an animal from the Mammuthus genus. Any organic matter entering a 5m radius from the skull instantly turns to stone. Several petrified individuals can be seen surrounding the skull. No entrance to the chamber exists, with only a single porthole being present. A mammoth is shown chasing after a group of individuals, with several grey figures left behind it. SCP-6875-Office The chamber's entrance is significantly smaller, only being 2m tall compared to the ~3m of other chambers. Within the chamber, carved into the far walls, is a desk, bed, and bookshelf. Several leather-bound journals are present on the bookshelf, although the handwriting is too poor for it to be legible. On the desk is a severely rusted, inoperable IBM PC. Several drawings of other anomalies within SCP-6875 can be seen. A nametag, made out of bronze, is present on the desk. It bears the name "Aaron Siegel." See below. The following was the image found drawn next to the chamber for SCP-6875-Office. The logo. O5-1 has declined to comment on the contents of this exploration. CLOSE ADDENDA MATERIAL ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6875" by TopDownUnder, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6875. Licensed under CC-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: diablo.jpg Name: El diablito - Foto del INAH Author: Tacicuri License: CC-BY-SA-4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia

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SCP-6876 By: NDHeckfire Published on 18 Aug 2022 01:43 ▷ 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-6876 - Disgusting More by me! Item#: SCP-6876 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: At this time, SCP-6876 is uncontained. Foundation personnel are to be explicitly restricted from entering Site-400's third-floor men's restroom. Any individuals possessing relevant information regarding SCP-6876 are encouraged to report it to the current research head (presently Dr. Derik Gusmann of the Department of Spectral Phenomena). Site-400's third-floor men's restroom. Description: SCP-6876 is the designation given to a spectral phantasmic entity of an as-of-yet unknown Class1, currently believed to be inhabiting (or "haunting") the third-floor men's restroom in Site-400. During the time of its brief manifestation, SCP-6876 was seen wearing a Foundation-issued Janitorial and Maintenance uniform, with its mouth obscured by a blue surgical-type face mask. SCP-6876 momentarily appeared on the 5th of May, 2018, and was seen vocalizing for a few seconds in the presence of Dr. Nigel Henderson, before demanifesting. The following is a transcript of the event, initially recovered from a surveillance camera implemented in the bathroom: <Begin Log> Footage shows the view of the restroom in its entirety, with the stalls, urinals, and washing sinks visible. The sound of a toilet flushing is heard, and Dr. Henderson exits one of the stalls and proceeds to throw a clump of tissue paper in a nearby wastebasket. He lifts both of his hands to his nose and sniffs his fingers, before shrugging and attempting to exit the bathroom. At this point, SCP-6876 manifests directly in front of Dr. Henderson, holding a wet mop and a metal bucket. SCP-6876: Bro, what are you doing? That's disgusting. Dr. Henderson: (looks up) What the-? SCP-6876: You're a doctor, for god's sake. Go wash your hands! SCP-6876 proceeds to demanifests. Dr. Henderson looks around his surroundings and briefly glances at a nearby sink. He shrugs once again and exits the bathroom, his hands still unwashed. <End Log> Dr. Henderson reported the above incident to on-site security, and an official investigation was conducted, resulting in the recovery of the video camera. After reviewing the footage, personnel has concluded that SCP-6876 was, in nature, a spectral entity. As such, the Department of Spectral Phenomena has been assigned to properly research SCP-6876. ON-FILE COMMENTARY I would like to request the removal of the video transcript, if possible. I suggest using a "timeline-of-events" type thing, specifically with my name redacted or expunged. I think we can all agree that I've learned my lesson on bathroom etiquette. - Dr. Nigel Henderson Request denied. Let this be an example to you and everyone else. - Dr. Derik Gusmann Please? - Dr. Nigel Henderson ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6876" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6876. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. SpecLogo.png was initially derived from SCP-5729, created by HarryBlank. Filename: bathroom.jpg Name: File:Men's Toilet in Flight Technology Area, 1st Floor of Aviation Museum 20131231.jpg Author 玄史生 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Footnotes 1. Spectral entities are sorted through five different Classes, each corresponding to their corporeality and ability to "interfere" with the plane of the living.

SCP-6877

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 close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to Meserach, Scandium Phosphate and Dr Shoulder for some crit. More by this author: >>AUTHOR PAGE!!<< Image Credits: All photos were taken by me. Enjoy! :) Item#: 6877 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6877 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6877 is to be monitored via remote surveillance and regular patrol by Mobile Task Force Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”). Site-44 is to oversee research, investigation and general containment of SCP-6877, while stationed guards should prevent any unauthorised attempts to scale the anomaly. No personnel under Level 4 clearance are permitted to climb SCP-6877 for any reason outside of controlled testing. Subjects beyond 1900m are advised to avoid the source of any electronic beeping. Description: SCP-6877 is a transmitting station located in Mendip Hills, Somerset, England. SCP-6877’s primary mast demonstrates a spatial anomaly triggered by certain weather conditions. Despite the non-anomalous mast being around 300m in height, upon the structure's tip becoming obscured by heavy cloud or fog, the mast extends upwards for an indeterminate length. It is noted that this change is observable only from the perspective of persons climbing SCP-6877, instead remaining visually normal to externally viewing individuals. This non-euclidean area is referred to as SCP-6877-1. It is believed that SCP-6877-1 exists as either a self-contained pocket dimension or extradimensional space resting between multiple separate realities. The space resembles a continuation of SCP-6877 for a seemingly infinite distance upwards, the majority being encased in cloud cover, creating poor visibility conditions. Thus far, testing has proven indecisive on the existence of SCP-6877’s summit (See Test 6877 #004). Attempts to descend the anomaly are rarely successful, often resulting in subjects encountering as of yet unidentified hostile organisms. For more information, see Addendum 6877.1. Discovery: SCP-6877 was officially recognised on 02/07/2009 upon the disappearance of an electrical technician following his ascent of the Mendip Transmission Station primary mast that morning. Operating due to scheduled maintenance, the individual was expected to return after approximately one hour, but due to humid conditions, the mast was obscured by cloud cover. Around an hour and a half later, the technician’s work uniform and equipment fell from the cloud cover with no indication of the victim’s location or status. Foundation agents were dispatched once Station staff had contacted local law enforcement and secured the area. To date, the victim’s whereabouts remain undetermined, though the investigation saw Foundation seizing of the property and restriction from public access. Current containment protocols were instigated shortly after. Addendum 6877.1: Testing Test 6877 #001: 03/07/2009 Events and Observations: D-3205 was equipped with radio transmitting equipment, video equipment and safety wire, instructed to attempt to climb SCP-6877. A long range LiDAR feedback system was used to assert the subject’s progression of the mast’s primary ladder. Following safety checks, Site-44 Command requests D-3205 to begin ascent. D-3205 ascends for 12 minutes before reaching cloud cover and disappearing out of site, assumed to have entered SCP-6877-1. Site Command questions D-3205 regarding any noticeable changes, of which there are none. Following 40 minutes of climbing, audio and video feed picks up an object rapidly falling past D-3205. The subject looks downwards, towards the distance the object was travelling in, though it has now been obscured by heavy fog. As D-3205 stares upwards at the stimulus’ source, a vague silhouette and light is visible further up SCP-6877, fading into the cloud upon visual contact being made. Site-44 Command questions the subject regarding the nature of the falling object. She remarks that “I think it was a person… who was only wearing a hard hat?”. At no point does any object impact the ground in local reality. The subject continues, reaching a final height of around 850m before descending to recuperate. Test 6877 #002: 03/07/2009 Events and Observations: D-3205 was equipped with radio transmitting equipment, video equipment and safety wire, instructed to attempt to climb SCP-6877. D-3205 is instructed to again ascend the anomaly with the intent of surpassing the former threshold. The subject reaches the former height of 850m with no complications. Research teams note that subjects climbing SCP-6877 do not appear to feel the effects of altitude sickness nor oxygen deprivation, if either are a factor in SCP-6877-1 (See Test #003). After reaching the point of the former event and silhouette sighting, D-3205 discovers a discarded radar dish receiver, seeming to have been torn from its mount in a violent manner. The subject continues upwards for 90 minutes. At an altitude of 1400m, the subject complains of a consistent beeping sound. Following a brief equipment check, D-3205 concludes that it is originating from overhead, supposedly slightly muffled and at a distance. Audio feed begins to pick up the aforementioned sound shortly after continuing ascent. Following further investigation, D-3205 can hear subtle coughing and wheezing originating alongside the electronic beeping. The subject continues to a height of 1900m before the sound ceases. A metallic clanging is heard, audibly becoming rapidly closer. D-3205 frantically looks around in search of the source when camera, audio and radio feed abruptly ceases. Test 6877 #003: 05/07/2009 Events and Observations: D-8986 is outfitted with similar equipment to former tests in addition to a barometer1 and binary gas analyser2 in order to carry out an atmospheric survey within SCP-6877-1. D-8986 is told to ascend SCP-6877 for as long as physically possible and report any significant events or findings. D-8986 reaches an altitude of 1500m before reporting a similar quiet beeping sensation as described by D-3205, originating from further above their current position. The subject is requested to remain stationary. After two minutes the sound begins to become distant and the subject continues. At 1800m, Site Command requests D-8986 to carry out gaseous testing as previously trained. D-8986 unloads the light instruments and proceeds. Atmospheric gaseous composition and pressure within SCP-6877-1 is shown to be composed of similar contents to the lower troposphere — meaning that the atmospheric conditions remain constant and mirror that of the anomaly’s base region. How this is possible remains unknown, though is likely related to SCP-6877-1’s suspected non-euclidean nature. Following the recorded observations, D-8986 claims to see a bright orange object flapping in the wind further up SCP-6877. Site-44 Command prompts investigation. The subject climbs a further 100m before discovering the item to be a standard issue Class-D jumpsuit tied to the ladder; inspection of the chest area confirming it to belong to D-3205. The clothing shows no signs of damage or tearing. A distant radar pinging is picked up by audio transmitting equipment, though D-8986 shows no acknowledgement of the stimulus. Research teams inquire upon the noise, to which the subject claims it is inaudible. Gazing upwards, D-8986 can observe a large blurry shadow. While their camera is pointed towards the unidentified stimulus, the radar ping is noted to increase in sound intensity and clarity. As D-8986 is permitted to decline SCP-6877, a bright floodlight originates from the stimulus and the pinging ceases. A metallic clanging grows in intensity as the light rapidly descends towards the subject and all contact with D-8986 is lost. The D-Class’ uniform and equipment plummet towards the ground in local reality. Test 6877 #004: 11/07/2009 Events and Observations: D-9043 is equipped with video and audio transmitting equipment, rope, 8 days worth of rations and a small firearm. D-9043 is a former professional rock climber and has been instructed to ascend SCP-6877 with the intention of reaching its summit. The subject has been advised to avoid any deviations from typical environmental sound activity and lighting. The subject reaches cloud cover at around 250m and enters SCP-6877-1. There are noticeably higher winds and precipitation compared to former tests that are not consistent with external conditions or weather associated with low altitudes. D-9043’s camera feed becomes mostly obscured by fog for around 2 hours. Command points out the issue to D-9043 who promptly begins to clean the lens. For around 3 seconds, the camera observes a sudden disappearance of all cloud cover — during this time, the English Emergency Alert System alarm can be heard. The subject does not respond to the brief alteration and upon questioning claims that there was no noticeable change. Upon nightfall, the subject ties their self to the ladder via the belt and rests. D-9043 passes the 1900m boundary with no complications (an outlier among former tests) and proceeds with ease. Around 2800m, the subject discovers a large dent in SCP-6877 alongside areas of torn metal, wiring and antennae. This leads to the revelation that at extreme heights, despite remaining unpowered in local reality, SCP-6877 has active electricity flow; this is presumed to power the various satellite broadcasting dishes and antenna receivers. The subject suggests that he should attempt to tune into one of the dishes’ wavelengths to assess the nature of their signal. Command approves this request and D-9043 records the results. Upon reconnecting to the research teams’ frequency, the following recording can be heard: + Show Audio Sample 6877-1 - Hide Audio Sample 6877-1 (The formerly mentioned Emergency Alert System is audible) Unknown: WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR DEVICE. The United Kingdom is currently experiencing a [Garbled static] of extreme magnitude. All citizens are to remain indoors and undercover. If possible, seek an underground shelter or otherwise subterranean environment for use as a long-term refuge and [Static] from the Ones. If you are in the vicinity of the Greater London area, please attempt to enter the underground passages to be granted entry into [Static] and receive emergency medical aid or other necessities. The UK Government advises all sheltering citizens to keep their entropiscopicrical radio recoverers powered and active. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation. The meaning behind this broadcast is unknown. D-9043 repeats the test with other dishes which each broadcast entirely separate, unrelated messages. Each has no correlation with any known radio stations in Somerset or otherwise globally. The subject continues to climb upon remote download of the recording. At approximately 3400m, the subject complains of a repetitive beeping sound. Suspecting the sudden appearance of the previously encountered hostile entity, research teams implore the subject to continue ascent at a greatly increased pace. This does little to cease the sound’s presence or reveal its direction of origin, which is indeterminable due to the fog layer’s ability to carry sound. D-9043 briefly ceases to consume a nutrient bar but continues swiftly. The following 48 hours are uneventful, with the subject making regular stops to rest or consume rations. By the conclusion of the third day, D-9043 had ascended to a total height of 9km above sea level with little interference. Site-44 Command runs routine checkups on D-9043 throughout and at around the point of 10.9km, an alteration in their perception is recorded — the subject describes hearing distant roadside ambience as if they were within proximity of SCP-6877’s base. They report a sensation that they are nearing the ground as they begin climbing at a significantly accelerated pace, seemingly with excitement. Command reminds D-9043 that they are nearing 11km above sea level and are likely falling subject to auditory hallucinations and increasing cognitive suggestibility — the subject ignores these reminders and continues upwards. Following a total of four days and eight hours scaling SCP-6877’s Westbound side, the D-Class exits the layer of cloud perpetually encapsulating SCP-6877-1, continuing infinitely in all directions below them. D-9043 glances upwards, revealing the anomaly’s peak point to be within viewing distance. Astounded, Site Command congratulates D-9043’s effort and dedication, encouraging them to continue at an accelerated pace. SCP-6877’s tip as seen from SCP-6877-1. D-9043 reaches the anomaly’s summit, revealing SCP-6877’s maximum altitude to reach a height of 19km above sea level. Nearing the summit, the subject discovers a speaker-like protrusion that seems to be the source of extremely loud ambient traffic recordings. Upon inspection, it swiftly retracts downwards below the cloud cover and quiet beeping is audible, followed by the sound of radar and a brief silence. The entire structure begins to rattle, seemingly due to rapid movement further downwards. A large semi-mechanical entity breaks the cloud cover, ascending the mast at high speeds. The entity is constructed primarily of mechanical components, wiring, antennae and utility dishes, possessing a large spotlight on its ‘head’ — further viewing reveals it to have numerous clothing items tied to itself. It rapidly approaches D-9043. The subject clings to a large antenna at SCP-6877’s point of termination and gazes downwards at the sight of the approaching entity. Approximately 2 seconds before contact, an extremely large tentacle reaches for the entity and grasps it by the torso, dragging it down beneath the clouds. Following the distant sounds of a skirmish, a white light is seen to disappear further down SCP-6877. D-9043’s camera feed shows the structure to be becoming increasingly blurred. Initially believing the lens to be accumulating fog, Command asks the subject to wipe off any obscurity when it is noted that the local reality’s weather has begun to clear, meaning that SCP-6877’s non-anomalous tip was slightly visible from the ground. D-9043 begins to lose their grip as their view and presence within SCP-6877-1 continues to fade. They enter free fall in the lower stratosphere, 19km above Earth’s surface. Note: Following the concluding test, the only item recovered was a single charred Class-D Jumpsuit and climbing equipment. Additionally, prior to D-9043's exit from SCP-6877-1, the following text was observed to be printed on the anomaly's upper-most point. The azure peak spirals upwards, Its branches long and thin. It writhes against its verdant roots, The lesser of its kin. Further testing is currently suspended. Footnotes 1. A device that is used to measure air pressure. 2. Used to determine the ratio of gases in an environment.

SCP-6878

keter

by Doctor Zurvan Item #: SCP-6878 Level 3/6878 Special Containment Procedures SCP-6878-1 is currently uncontained. Their current location remains unknown however, they are responsible for all known instances of SCP-6878-2. Instances of SCP-6878-2 have been discovered globally in Urban Environments. All instances of SCP-6878-2 must follow the Protocol/SCP-6878/1: 1. Instances of SCP-6878-2 must be photographed by one D-Class personnel - under no circumstances must they or any Site personnel make unauthorised attempts to read or decrypt instances of SCP-6878-2. 2. Photographed Instances of SCP-6878-2 must be transcribed by one D-Class personnel. Please routinely innoculate the D-Class with Class A Amnestics every 13 minutes. 3. All Personnel - of all ranking - are to be anesthetised with Class-A Amnestics to erase the visual memory of viewing an instance of SCP-6878-2 within 13 minutes of viewing it. If any instance of SCP-6878-2 is read by an individual and is not amnestied within 13 minutes, are to be isolated. Euthanasia is permitted if deemed merciful. It is paramount that any further instances of SCP-6878-2 are reported by field agents. Any new instances are to be reported for testing, or if deemed necessary, immediately destroyed to prevent contamination of Civilians. Description: SCP-6878-1 is a liquid entity responsible for SCP-6878-2, a series of graffiti located in Urban Environments globally. Valid sightings of SCP-6878-1 have been reported by Personal near instances of SCP-6878-2, but they have evaded capture. SCP-6878-1 appears to be a moving puddle of vividly coloured paint, reportedly seen shifting into a near humanoid shape without a clear purpose.1 It is capable of crawling through any opening greater than that of 4mms and can move at a speed of 33.1 km/h to evade capture. It has been observed moving at a passive speed of 3.1km/h until intercepted or otherwise disturb. An instance of SCP-6878-2 painted from a typical Aerosol paint that itself has no abnormal properties. It is unknown if SCP-6878-1 is also comprised of this paint. The instance is typically an unrecognisable word. [WORD]-Expon has remained the only pattern between instances, and no likely translation has been discovered. The grapheme2 used are also poorly constructed to be almost illegible. To clarify, the words are written as such that it would take focused attention to read and comprehend what is written. If viewed and successfully read, the onlooker will within 13 minutes fall victim to the effects of said instance. The effects of each instance are tied specifically to them, and replicating said graffiti does not repeat their abnormal effects. The severity of these effects vary greatly but frequently share a symbolic or even loosely thematic tie to its located country. WARNING COGNITOHAZARD: LEVEL 4 AUTHORITY REQUIRED ASSURE CLASS-A AMNESTICS ARE AT HAND. USE WITHIN 13 MINUTES OF VIEWING THIS FILE Open File Close File Graffiti Text Graffiti Effect Location & Date of Discovery Roris-Expon D-Class-9099 painfully began to develop heavy lesions that, after an hour, began to tear and expand. Within three minutes, D-9099 had become a pile of fresh-cut rosemary. Bursa, Turkey. October 21st 1997 Sanguis-Expon D-Class-9829 became suddenly idle for 24 hours until becoming alert in a tranquil state. D-9829 believed to be dead, and that they required only blood to sustain themselves. Simple Medical Exanimation disproved this, however, D-9829 has since developed Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder (ARFID) and has struggled to not vomit any substance that is not blood. (Addendum: November 3rd, 1999: D-9829 has since died of starvation.) Brașov, Romania. August 17th, 1999 Anuiumm-Expon All technology created after 1950 ceased to function within 200 Meters of D-8289. The influence began small, with engines stalling or lightbulbs flickering, but within 1 hour, computers crashed, engines failed and all communication devices began to melt. The effects of D-8289 ceased after they were executed via strangulation. New York, USA. January 1st, 2000 Daecornua-Expon D-9993 suddenly began begging to be executed without given reason. D-9993 described a sensation 'overwhelming danger.' Within an hour, their limbs and extremities began to lengthen and liquify into a red, gelatinous state. They then began to grow a set of large and elongated goat horns. The combination of their gelatinous limbs and the weight of their horns has rendered them immobile. D-9993 was euthanised 4 months later after no further information was discovered. Tokyo, Japan. May 2003 Occi-Expon Doctor Davus May failed to anesthetize themselves before the 13 Minutes elapsed. (Investigation Pending) Their skin was described as if it felt it was 'burning.' Its pigmentation became a gradient of colours, which swirled and shifted as Dr May moved. Dr May's employment status has been placed on hiatus, with a coming demotion for failure to follow set SCP-6878-2 Procedure. Jaipur, India. February 8th 2005 Addendum: On March 18th 2006, SCP-6878 Containment Specialist Dr Leela Rand found a letter at her home address. The letter is believed to be from SCP-6878-1 and also contains another instance of SCP-6878-2. It has been censored for your viewing. The Recived Letter Dr Rand has since lost her sense of taste. Footnotes 1. Speculation has it that this humanoid state is how SCP-6878-1 paints instances of SCP-6878-2. This is unproven. 2. The written letters

SCP-6879

euclid

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Reader discretion is advised. Bottle of SCP-6879-A. Item was recovered from a nightclub in FP-02 ("Backdoor SoHo"). Item #: SCP-6879 Threat Level: ● Yellow ● Green ● Blue Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6879 is to be contained at Site-228 in a customized humanoid containment cell, fitted with an air filtration system. All staff who enter the subject's quarters must wear disposable gloves, safety goggles and mask. Physical contact with SCP-6879 must remain limited and avoided if possible. When staff exit the containment area all equipment and clothing worn/used must be removed and either washed or disposed of. SCP-6879 is to be fitted with a catheter and rectal tube, which is to be changed every 12 hours. All feeding and hydration must be provided through an IV drip. The concentration of SCP-6879-A present around SCP-6879 is to be monitored. Recitation items and standard humanoid furnishings are not to be provided until improvements in SCP-6879-A containment and disposal can be found. All deposits of SCP-6879-A that are produced from SCP-6879 should be neutralized. Testing should not be conducted on SCP-6879-A unless approved by the site director. Should any suspected instances involving SCP-6879-A be discovered outside of containment, they must be reported to MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") and Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl") who must be immediately dispatched to secure the instance. In the event SCP-6879-A has already been consumed, Rho-6 ("Deifecators") can be dispatched if required. SCP-6879 at Site-17 recreational centre. Description: SCP-6879 is the designation for a male humanoid of Ashkenazi Jewish descent, measuring 1.8m in height and weighing 90kg and appearing in their late twenties. Several scars cover portions of the subject's body, specifically the abdomen, upper arms, hips, crown and nape of the head. A faded tattoo reading "Mr. Kaboom, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" is located on the front of SCP-6879’s right shoulder. The only notable feature the subject exhibits outside of these markings is heterochromia iridum, possessing one blue eye and one pink eye. SCP-6879's body is capable of secreting seemingly limitless amounts of various chemical substances from any orifice on their body. Although SCP-6879 is easily able to secrete substances in liquid or gaseous form, they struggle to produce substances in solid form and have only managed to successfully produce them via ██████████. Corrosive, irritating, poisonous or highly reactive substances do not appear to affect SCP-6879's body, whether they originated from SCP-6879 themself or from an outside source. Testing has found that this isn't due to SCP-6879 possessing a natural immunity to said substance, but rather when interact with them, SCP-6879's body will counteract the chemicals by secreting substances that will negate or otherwise remedy the said effects. It is currently unknown whether SCP-6879 has control of this reaction. SCP-6879-A is the group designation for a paranarcotics, referred to as "Pinkie" by those who supplied and used them. In all recovered instances, SCP-6879-A has only been found in capsule form in various shades of pink. SCP-6879-A is composed of various chemical compounds, with experimentation and analysis only able to identify 76% of them. History and testing proved that SCP-6879-A is highly addictive and when ingested by humans animals, SCP-6879-A causes various effects, both anomalous and non-anomalous. Evidence suggested that the effects are related to the consumer's desired 'high'. Effects ranged from abdominal cell growth, partial transformation, levitation, short-range translocation and temporary short-range reality warping. Continuous consumption of SCP-6879-A results in consumers' development of pink skin rash, similar to urticaria, damaged nerve cells and [REDACTED]. In liquid or gaseous form, SCP-6879-A can be absorbed by the skin and can act as a vesicant in high concentrations. The effects when absorbed through the skin are identical to consumption. There have been no recorded recoveries of SCP-6879-A addiction and all known consumers of SCP-6879-A have expired. Disposal of SCP-6879-A is incredibly difficult, as it is very unreactive and stains easily. The only known way of disposing of SCP-6879-A is to submerge it in a solution consisting of water, hydrochloric acid, potassium chloride and sodium chloride1. No means of artificially reproducing SCP-6879-A has been discovered by the Foundation, so it is assumed that SCP-6879's anomalous properties are intrinsic to producing SCP-6879-A. Discovery: SCP-6879 came to the Foundation's attention as a result of the Foundation's investigation into SCP-6879-A. Between 1991 and 2003, the Foundation had been aware of SCP-6879-A usage as it was commonly used among the anomalous community as a recreational drug, especially in the Free Ports. Due to the animosity between the Foundation and the anomalous community, the Foundation were unable to investigate the production and supply of SCP-6879-A properly. This changed when, on 21/12/2003, numerous students at Deer College consumed SCP-6879-A at a Christmas party, resulting in a 500m dimensional extrusion occurring between Portland, Oregon and FP-01 ("Three Portlands"). Tau-51 were deployed and, along with the Three Portlands Police Department, were able to close the breach. Following this incident, a temporary agreement was made between the Foundation and the FP-01's Mayor-Council, to terminate all supply of SCP-6879-A. Interior of GoI-101 ("Lighthouse Mafia") plant. Tanks contained traces of Wodin, Neo Neo Coke, [REDACTED] and SCP-6879-A With the help of the Mayor-Council, the Foundation were able to locate SCP-6879-A's manufacturing plant in Jaghatu, Afghanistan. On 02/01/2004, a team comprised of members of Beta-7 and Tau-51 raided the plant. The plant was found to be empty although analysis indicated that numerous Rosen-Fortune Bridges2 had been opened a few hours earlier. Items and documents recovered at the plant indicated that it was used by GoI-101 ("Lighthouse Mafia")3 base of production. In the basement of the plant, numerous tanks were discovered containing a variety of paranarcotics, including SCP-6879-A, although the tanks containing SCP-6879-A were connected to a single sealed vat in an adjacent room. Surgical equipment and bloodstains were found nearby. Upon opening and draining the contents of the vat, members of Beta-7 discovered SCP-6879, chained to the bottom with tubes feeding into their body, where they were recovered and taken for immediate medical assessment and potential questioning. Attached is SCP-6879's initial medical assessment: ▷ Medical Assessment ▽ Medical Assessment MEDICAL ASSESSMENT (MA-6879-01) SUBJECT: SCP-6879-A4 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 02/01/2004 LOCATION: ███████████, Jaghatu, Afghanistan. MEDICAL OFFICER Dr. Steffano González, Level 3 Medical Department The subject arrived severely malnourished (BMI 17). Weighing a total of 55kg, measured at 180cm. Subject suffered progressive alopecia. Remaining hair showed pink pigment. The skin was coated in equally pink welts, featuring universally present scar tissue, indicating the subject had recently undergone several surgical procedures. Their jaw and throat showed swelling and minor internal bleeding, likely due to a dental vacuum found in the subject's mouth. Teeth were damaged and undermaintained however gums showed no inflammation. The subject showed an impaired motor control, visceral motor control over lower intestine and detrusor. NCS confirmed the subject's pelvic, pudendal and femoral nerves had undergone individual lesions at post-synaptic locale. The subject appears to be continually producing SCP-6879 from their pores and orifices. Analysis has also found high concentrations of SCP-6879 in the subject's urine and stools. It is essential that the subject must be examined with the appropriate PPE equipment. The subject was incredibly distressed upon recovery and showed fear to all personnel who approached them, especially those dressed in standard medical uniforms. To ease examination and transportation, the subject was sedated with 1.5mg propofol IV. Forward: SCP-6879-A was taken to Site-228 to receive nutrition, further physical examination and possible treatment. Addendum 6879.1: Interviews After it was confirmed that SCP-6879's containment was stable and secure, attempts were made to interview SCP-6879 about their time in the plant and GoI-101. However, SCP-6879 remained distressed and uncompliant, claiming they "wouldn't tell" and "they'll hurt me". They also repeatedly claimed they "wanted their dad" or "mum". In hopes of retrieving any information, the site manager requested the assistance of Site-12's psychotherapist, Dr. Zachary Dafydd. The following transcripts are interviews with SCP-6879: ▷ Transcript 6879-1 ▽ Transcript 6879-1 Date: 13/01/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: Interview was conducted in SCP-6879's containment chamber, with SCP-6879 set up in their bed. To help put SCP-6879 at ease, SCP-6879 was referred to by their name, Mr. Kaboom. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Hello there, Mr. Kaboom. SCP-6879: (begins hyperventilating) Dr. Dafydd: It's alright, Mr. Kaboom. I'm not going to hurt you. (Dr. Dafydd takes a seat near SCP-6879's bed and places his hands on his lap.) Dr. Dafydd: See. It's OK. You're safe here. I promise you. SCP-6879: (breathing slows) Dr. Dafydd: Now, are you comfortable? You don't have to say anything. Just nod or shake your head. SCP-6879: (nods head slightly) Dr. Dafydd: So, my name is Zachary Dafydd, but people call me Zac. I work for an organisation called the SCP Foundation. My job - our job - is to try and find out as much about you and what you can do so that we can make sure you can comfortably stay here. We don't want to hurt you. We just want some information. Is that OK? SCP-6879: (remains silent) Dr. Dafydd: Can you tell me what you remember about the tank? SCP-6879: (remains silent) Dr. Dafydd: OK, what about the people who put you there? Did they do this to you? SCP-6879: (breathing accelerates) Dr. Dafydd: I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but I can't help you if you - SCP-6879: (whispers) Cu - cutting. Dr. Dafydd: Cutting? Like surgery? Like doctors? SCP-6879: (breathing accelerates, nods) Dr. Dafydd: Can you tell me what they did? SCP-6879: (gasping, whispers) They - take me. Dr. Dafydd: Out of the tank? SCP-6879: (gasping, whispers) Take me to a room. There - there were bright lights and mach - machines. Dr. Dafydd: Big machines? Wires? Computers? SCP-6879: (gasping, whispers) Like - like pumps. Dr. Dafydd: What happened in the room with lights? SCP-6879: (starts crying) Dr. Dafydd: We can stop. I can come back if - SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) They - they'd str - strap me too - (Concentration of SCP-6879-A secreted from SCP-6879 begins to increase.) SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) They put something in - my mouth and then - tu - turn on the machine. Then the liquid would - Dr. Dafydd: Kaboom, stop. We're going to do this later. Stop - SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) They'd get the knives and - and - I'm sorry dad - (SCP-6879 suddenly vomits a large quantity of SCP-6879-A and starts fitting. Security officers call for medical assistance. 10 seconds later, medical staff run in to remove Dr. Dafydd and resuscitate SCP-6879.) <END LOG> Date: 15/01/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: Due to increased concentration of SCP-6879-A secretion, Dr. Dafydd had to wear full hazmat gear during the interview. SCP-6879 was seated in a medical recliner. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Hi, Kaboom. Remember me? SCP-6879: (weakly) Za - Zachary. Dr. Dafydd: That's right. Really, Kaboom, you gave me a scare the last time we met. SCP-6879: I'm sorry. Dr. Dafydd: That's alright. It wasn't your fault. (Dr. Dafydd takes a seat opposite SCP-6879.) Dr. Dafydd: Now, where was I? Mr. Kaboom, the last time we spoke, you said 'dad'. My colleagues claim you say that a lot, even in your sleep. Can you tell me about your father? SCP-6879: (remains silent and looks away) Dr. Dafydd: We've noticed your tattoo on your chest. We can put two and two together. Is your 'dad' Dr. Wondertainment? SCP-6879: Not really but - (SCP-6879 strains their face in pain.) SCP-6879: (quietly) He'll be so upset. Dr. Dafydd: Why would he be upset? SCP-6879: I was running la - late. I should have been home, but the - the children wanted pictures and the teachers insisted I - I stay for a bit. I wanted to go but - the children. That's what the doctor wanted. Dr. Dafydd: Children? Were you intended for children? SCP-6879: Sorry? Dr. Dafydd: You said, children. Teachers to. Did you do something for schools? SCP-6879: Not initially. Dr. Dafydd: Did you teach? What did you teach? SCP-6879: Che - chemistry mostly. I'd give - give live-action demo - demonstrations of chemical reactions. I'd try to keep it to the cu - cu - curriculum but the children really - (dry-heaves and coughs) - excuse me - (coughs) - really liked the bright, colourful explosions and stuff. Dr. Dafydd: Did Dr. Wondertainment give you equipment? SCP-6879: Only the lab coat and goggles. The chemicals, I made on the - sp - sp - spot. Dr. Dafydd: You made the chemicals? How? SCP-6879: From my body. Dr. Dafydd: You could make other things? Besides SC - 'Pinkie'? SCP-6879: (nods) Dr. Dafydd: OK, noted. So, you worked as - what - science performer? SCP-6879: I suppose. (SCP-6879 looks down at his hands then looks away.) Dr. Dafydd: Did you not like it? SCP-6879: I didn't want - to - to disappoint him again so I - I agreed to keep going. (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: How did the Mafia find you? (SCP-6879 bits their lips and shakes their head.) Dr. Dafydd: I can't help if you don't talk to me. SCP-6879: (sighs) I'd just done - done a show. I can't re - reme - member where. There - there was snow. I was - was - (coughs) Dr. Dafydd: Running late because of the children, yes. SCP-6879: As I left - a van pulled up. These men - they - they surrounded me. They tied me up and - and then they - (SCP-6879 faces Dr. Dafydd. Their nose is secreting a large quantity of SCP-6879-A) SCP-6879: I wasn't - I wasn't - I didn't mean to be late - I - I - (SCP-6879 bends over and clenches their stomach and head.) SCP-6879: Oh, my head! Dr. Dafydd: Kaboom? (Dr. Dafydd approaches SCP-6879 and helps them lean back in their chair. Video footage shows the scar on the nap of SCP-6879's head is faintly glowing. Dr. Dafydd claimed that he hadn't spotted this during the interview.) Dr. Dafydd: I think we'll leave it at that. Try and get some rest Kaboom. <END LOG> Afterword: Investigations began into SCP-6879's claims of their time working as an educational performer. Devices were fitted to SCP-6879's chamber to measure changes in SCP-6879-A's concentration. Date: 23/01/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: SCP-6879-A atmospheric concentration had increased by 5% in the past week, with the current concentration being around 18%. As a result, SCP-6879's containment chamber has taken on a slight pink haze. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Morning Mr. Kaboom. I was told by the guards you've been having some rough nights for the past week. (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Do you think we could talk a bit about your work with Dr. Wondertainment? (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr. Kaboom? (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr. Kaboom? SCP-6879: (whispers) Go away. Dr. Dafydd: What is it? SCP-6879: (tears up) Go away. Please. Dr. Dafydd: Are you hurt? What's the matter? SCP-6879: I - I've had an accident. (Dr. Dafydd approaches SCP-6879 and looks at the space between them and the chair.) Dr. Dafydd: Oh, man. (SCP-6879 begins crying. Dr. Dafydd alerts security for assistance.) Dr. Dafydd: (holds out hand) Come on. Let's get you cleaned up. (Dr. Dafydd picks SCP-6879 up and lifts them onto their bed. In the chair, a collection of faeces can be seen in the seat. The rectal tube is seen ripped in its centre. Dr. Dafydd is seen comforting SCP-6879 until medical assistance arrives.) <END LOG> Afterword: SCP-6879 containment specialists were reprimanded for not spotting issues in SCP-6879's containment earlier. Updates were made to SCP-6879 containment. SCP-6879-A atmospheric concentration had once again increased, now around 24%. Date: 05/02/2004 Interviewer: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Other Attendants: Dr. Steffano González, Level 3 Medical Department; Dental Assistant Luke Hamilton, Level 2 Department of Oral Hygiene <BEGIN LOG> Dr. González: I don't understand, Zach. I assessed it when it first arrive. Why do I need to do it again? Dr. Dafydd: Because I've got a theory, but I need some evidence first. And it's 'them', not 'it'. Dr. González: Ha, you really are one of Huxtable's lot. Hamilton: Guys, can we get on with the task at hand? I've got six patients back at 17 who need a full check-up so - Dr. Dafydd: Fine, fine. (The three enter SCP-6879's containment chamber. SCP-6879 is lying on their bed.) Dr. Dafydd: Kaboom, it's me, Dr. Dafydd. SCP-6879: (looks fearfully at Dr. González and Hamilton) Dr. Dafydd: Relax, relax. They're with me. (points at Dr. González) This is Dr. González. He was the one who helped you when you were first found. Dr. González: (nods) Dr. Dafydd: (gestures at Hamilton) And this is Luke Hamilton. He's a dentist. Kind of. Hamilton: [REDACTED] Dr. Dafydd: I've asked these two to help me get some answers which may be able to help us understand what's happened to you and if we can do something about it. Now, Dr. González is going to inspect your body and scars and Hamilton is going to have a quick look at your teeth - SCP-6879: (begins to hyperventilate) I - Dr. Dafydd: This won't take long. I'm going to be here, OK. OK? SCP-6879: (breaths slowly for a few seconds before nodding) Dr. Dafydd: (nods towards Dr. González) (Dr. González approaches SCP-6879 and inspects their legs, stomach and the scars on their body for a few minutes.) Dr. González: Could you lean forward for me? (Dr. González inspects the scars on the back of SCP-6879's head. After a minute he returns SCP-6879 to their original position. Hamilton then walks forward and takes out a dental mirror.) Hamilton: Hello there. SCP-6879, could you open your mouth for me, please? SCP-6879: SCP? Dr. Dafydd: He means you, Mr. Kaboom. Hamilton: Sorry, Mr. Kaboom, could you open your mouth nice and wide for me? (SCP-6879 opens their mouth and Hamilton inspects their teeth. After a few minutes, he finishes.) Hamilton: You can close your mouth now. (SCP-6879 closes their mouth.) Dr. Dafydd: Kaboom, I'm going to step outside to talk with my colleagues. I'll be back in an hour to speak with you. Alright? SCP-6879: (nods) (The three exit SCP-6879's containment chamber.) Dr. Dafydd: So? Dr. González: Scars are healing at a natural rate. Their legs are still in bad shape. Hair is still a mess. All in all not much has changed. Dr. Dafydd: Hamilton? Hamilton: Their teeth are fine. There is a build-up of that pink stuff around the tonsils and tongue. I think that's going to be a problem in the future. Dr. Dafydd: As I thought. OK, Steff, how much do you know about Prometheus's engineering? Dr. González: Only what I've seen from the Ports when I worked with UIU and only the medical stuff. Good stuff. Bit temperamental and clunky but - Dr. Dafydd: SCP-6879's scars. Is there something about them that's unusual? Dr. González: Not really. Actually - they are a bit haphazard in spots, especially on the stomach and hips. Plus there is some timing difference between some of the scars. I can't say how much but enough that I could spot it. A months difference I'd think. Dr. Dafydd: So those areas have repeatedly had the same surgical attention? Dr. González: That's a good guess. Dr. Dafydd: OK, good. Things are starting to make sense. Hamilton: Care to share your conclusions? Dr. Dafydd: I'm theorising that whatever the Mafia did to 6879 wasn't permanent. I think they probably got hold of dash-A's formula from MC&D after Lab's liquidation and used 6879 as a means of making it. But, if I remember correctly, the Mafia aren't the most assiduous scientists. So they have to update 6879 now and again, making sure they can continue producing dash-A. Dr. González: You think Labs invented dash-A? Dr. Dafydd: Sort of. Wodin and [REDACTED] were found at the plant. We know Wodin is an adaption of one of Lab's Gods' Eyes, so Lab's is somehow mixed up in this. It's likely that dash-A or something similar was a Lab's formulation and the Mafia somehow managed to get 6879 to make it. Hamilton: So what's this got to do with SCP-6879 and what we just did? Dr. Dafydd: 6879 told me they used to be able to make other chemicals before they were altered by the Mafia. I think 6879's current condition may be reversible. If we could restore 6879's original abilities, that would take a huge weight off our resources and make 6879's containment way easier. Dr. González: Hold on. If what your saying about the Mafia and dash-A is true, how come 6879 hasn't flushed it out of their system already. It's been about two months since we found them and their condition seems to be getting worse, not better. Dr. Dafydd: Psychosomatic. Hamilton: What? Dr. Dafydd: Psychosomatic. 6879-A's increase in production is a direct result of 6879's mental and physical condition. Their surroundings, trauma, memories and stress are influencing their mind, in turn influencing their body, forcing it to continue dash-A's production. They're essentially stuck in a feedback loop. They're getting worse because they're believing they're getting worse. In a way, they've just been moved from one tank into another. Dr. González: OK, so they've got 'placebo syndrome'. But, what can we actually do? Dr. Dafydd: Leave that to me. I've got a few calls to make. <END LOG> Addendum 6879.2: Revised Containment The following is a series of correspondence between Dr. Dafydd and Site-288's Site Director, Dr. Albert Cren regarding SCP-6879's containment: ▷ Excerpt from SCP-288's Email Server ▽ Excerpt from SCP-288's Email Server DATE: 07/02/2004 FROM: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> TO: Dr. Cren <noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb#noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb> SUBJECT: Containment of SCP-6879 Good Morning Sir, I believe you're aware of the current issue we're facing with 6879. Not only has the production of SCP-6879-A increased but SCP-6879 has grown increasingly withdrawn and despondent and has started to show signs of regression. My concern is that given these factors, 6879 containment is likely to grow in difficulty as time goes on, resulting in even more Foundation time and resources being used. I am also not a fan of seeing someone in such a state, even if they are an anomaly. With that said, I would like to propose an improvement in SCP-6879's containment. I would like 6879 to undergo nerve grafting. After this, I believe 6879 should receive physical and occupational therapy to hopeful regain independence. Steffano believes there is a good chance of it working if he performs the operation. This will be done in parallel with continuous counselling sessions with myself, where I will focus on helping 6879 adjust to their new environment and better deal with their past issues. I believe these changes will positively influence both 6879's mental and physical health. This will shift 6879's focus as a result, motivating them and will influence them to subconsciously break the cycle of 6879-A production. Please reply with your thoughts, Zac P.S. I shall make enquiries regarding GoI-101 and GoI-3865 if 6879's mental health improves. DATE: 08/02/2004 FROM: Dr. Cren <noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb#noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb> TO: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> SUBJECT: RE: Containment of SCP-6879 Hi Zac, A nerve grafting is a very time-consuming and complex procedure. That sort of procedure isn't even offered to our staff, let alone an anomaly. That being said, our resources are stretching thin and it would be beneficial to simplify 6879's containment procedures. Zac, can you and Steffano confidently say this will work? I don't want to risk altering an anomaly's condition too much. Remember what happened with 1337? Cren On 09/02/2004, Dr. Cren and Ethics Committee Liaison Elena Clarke met with Dr. Dafydd and Dr. González to discuss 6879's containment and possible surgery. After 2 hours, Dr. Cren and Mrs. Clarke agreed to attempt the revisions, on the condition that SCP-6879 would be made aware of these changes prior to them being instigated. The following transcript is a conversation between Dr. Dafydd, Dr. González and SCP-6879 regarding SCP-6879 surgery and treatment: ▷ Transcript 6879-2 ▽ Transcript 6879-2 Date: 11/02/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology; Dr. Steffano González, Level 3 Medical Department Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: SCP-6879 secretion of SCP-6879-A had increased to the point that SCP-6879 was required to wear a dental vacuum. Since this, SCP-6879 has hardly spoken. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Hey, Mr Kaboom. (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Do you remember Dr. González? Steff? (SCP-6879 gives the two men a glance before looking away.) Dr. Dafydd: I'm - I'm sorry about your mouth. (SCP-6879 sighs heavily.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom. I - We've been revaluating your condition and we believe - there may be a way of stopping what's happening to you. (SCP-6879 slowly turns to face the men.) Dr. Dafydd: But we need you to understand, that this isn't going to be easy. It will take time and hard work and it will likely be a painful recovery. SCP-6879: What needs to happen? (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: With your permission, Dr. González will perform an operation on your legs and - SCP-6879: No, no, no cutting. I don't want - Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom, try to understand, if you - SCP-6879: (pushes table away, causing both men to fall) No. No more. I - I don't - (SCP-6879 falls out of their chair, causing the dental vacuum to fall out.) Dr. González: Zac, we can't - Dr. Dafydd: (holds up a hand) (Dr. Dafydd approaches SCP-6879, kneeling beside them. SCP-6879 begins secreting SCP-6879-A from their mouth.) SCP-6879: No more - no, no - dad - Doctor Wonde - Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom, listen to me! If you don't go through with this, there is a good chance you'll get worse. It will likely reach the point where you'll have to remain trapped on your bed. Tubes covering your body. Unable to move or speak. Just like in the tank. Do you want that? (Dr. Dafydd takes SCP-6879's hand. SCP-6879 turns to face Dr. Dafydd.) SCP-6879: I - I can't. Dr. Dafydd: Please. You can get better. You need to get better. We need you to get better. You don't deserve to be like this. (Both Dr. Dafydd and SCP-6879 remain on the floor for about half a minute as SCP-6879 appears to consider Dr. Dafydd's comments.) SCP-6879: Will - will you be there? (Dr. Dafydd looks back at Dr. González, who nods abruptly.) Dr. Dafydd: Yes. Of course, I will. <END LOG> On 14/02/2004, SCP-6879 underwent nerve grafting and nerve transfer, with Dr. González acting as head surgeon assisted by 3 nurses and 3 containment specialists, 2 of which were members of the Department of Chemistry. Dr. Dafydd witnessed the surgery from an observation room. Surgery was successfully completed 10 hours later, with no incidence. Following the surgery, SCP-6879 was sent to Site-228 medical ward for medical observation and postoperative care for a minimum of 4 weeks. During this time, SCP-6879 received psychological counselling from Dr. Zachary Dafydd. As part of SCP-6879's psychiatric care, SCP-6879 was permitted to listen to music and audiobooks. Over the course of their postoperative care and their session with Dr. Dafydd, SCP-6879 began to display improvement in their mental stability. SCP-6879's physical health improved too, with SCP-6879's skin clearing of all welts, regaining control of their bowels and bladder and their hair beginning to thicken and shift to a browner pigment. SCP-6879-A's production also began to decrease, with personnel only required to wear standard PPE after 3 weeks. The following transcript is a conversation between Dr. Dafydd and SCP-6879 regarding SCP-6879's recovery: ▷ Transcript 6879-3 ▽ Transcript 6879-3 Date: 07/03/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Good afternoon, Mr Kaboom. SCP-6879: Hello Dr. Dafydd. Dr. Dafydd: What were you listing to just now? SCP-6879: The Graveya - yard Book by Neil Gaiman. It's about a - a boy who's raised by gh - ghosts. Dr. Dafydd: Sounds like you're enjoying it. SCP-6879: It's good. It's been a - a while since - I read something. Dr. Dafydd: Tell me. How are you feeling? SCP-6879: I - I feel - better. Dr. Dafydd: Are you sure? (SCP-6879 waits before answering.) SCP-6879: (nods) Yes. Dr. Dafydd: Good. Being able to recognise how you feel will help you in the long run. (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: I have some good news, Mr. Kaboom. According to Dr. González, your recovery has been quicker than expected. As a result, we believe you're ready to be moved to your new accommodation. SCP-6879: Already? Dr. Dafydd: Yes, and once you're settled in, you'll start undergoing some physical and occupational therapy. If all goes well, we expect you to be able to walk again within 5 to 6 months. SCP-6879: Really? Dr. Dafydd: (nods) SCP-6879: Dr. Dafydd - excuse me - (SCP-6879 reaches for a bowl nearby and vomits a small amount of clear liquid.) Dr. Dafydd: Do you still vomit a lot? SCP-6879: Not - not as much as I did - before. Only about 2 or - 3 times a day. But sometimes, I - I can make it stop. They've given me bowls too and medicine helps so I can't kvetch. Dr. Dafydd: Kvetch? SCP-6879: Complain. Dr. Dafydd: Oh, OK. Anyway, as well as this therapy, we might start looking into your abilities, if they start presenting themselves. The Foundation is also interested in your time with your creator too. Do you think you could help us? SCP-6879: You want to know - know about Dr. Wondertainment? Why? Dr. Dafydd: You're not the only thing we have here he's created. We have lots of toys he's made. SCP-6879: He sent you toys? Dr. Dafydd: Yes. Quite a few actually. (Pause.) SCP-6879: Did they make you happy? Dr. Dafydd: They - amazed us. SCP-6879: Good. He was - proud of her work. Dr. Dafydd: So can I ask you about him? SCP-6879: OK. Dr. Dafydd: Thank you, Mr Kaboom. I think we'll leave it at that for today. See you soon. SCP-6879: Bye. (Dr. Dafydd gets up and begins walking away but turns back.) Dr. Dafydd: That bowl. Can you pass it to me? SCP-6879: (points at bowl) You want this? I've - I've just been sick in - it. Dr. Dafydd: I know. Can I have it anyway? SCP-6879: (passes bowl) Dr. Dafydd: Thank you. <END LOG> Afterword: Upon analysis, the contents of SCP-6879 were revealed to be a mixture of hyaluronic acid, water, acetaminophen and menthyl acetate6 and no trace of SCP-6879-A was found. On 13/03/2004, SCP-6879 was moved to a standard humanoid containment chamber, fitted with disability aids as SCP-6879 still required a wheelchair for mobility. SCP-6879-A was still being secreted by SCP-6879 but only via their waste (~5% trace) and their hands (~3% trace). Due to this, SCP-6879's chamber's plumbing was closed off from the rest of the site's system and SCP-6879 was required to wear gloves while handling objects until further notice. ▷ Updated Containment Procedures (13/03/2004) ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (13/03/2004) SCP-6879 is to receive physical and occupational therapy sessions from Dr. Emese Horváth to improve their physical capabilities and health. They are also required to undergo weekly psychological counselling with therapist Dr. Zachary Dafydd with the goal of improving SCP-6879's emotional health and mental capabilities. SCP-6879's containment chamber is to be monitored for the concentration of SCP-6879-A produced and is to be cleaned every three weeks. ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (13/03/2004) On 16/03/2004, SCP-6879 began their therapy with Dr. Horváth with the intention of returning SCP-6879's ability to walk and increasing their overall dexterity and mobility. Sessions are to be 2 hours long and are to occur daily. During the first few sessions, SCP-6879 complained of pain. However, these pains appeared to vanish after a few days. On 17/04/2004, as part of SCP-6879's occupational therapy, SCP-6879 was granted access to Site-228 humanoid recreational centre, focusing on activities that would improve their motor skills and hand-eye coordination. This has also been done to identify SCP-6879's cognitive capabilities and skillset. Below is a evaluation of SCP-6879's psychological profile: ▷ Psychological Assessment ▽ Psychological Assessment PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (PA-6879-01) SUBJECT: SCP-6879 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 19/04/2004 LOCATION: Site-228, Pécs, Hungary PSYCHOLOGICAL OFFICER Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology At face value, SCP-6879 is no different from any non-anomalous human. However, it has been determined that SCP-6879 still suffers from a form of PTSD. Topics involving the Lighthouse Mafia and SCP-6879-A cause SCP-6879 severe discomfort and increases SCP-6879-A production. SCP-6879 also shows signs of sociotropic tendencies, perfectionism, low self-esteem and a strong desire to 'do better'. They also appear to engage in thumb sucking when alone. These issues and patterns are to be monitored and addressed if needed. Through observation and tests, it's been determined that SCP-6879 shows an above-average intelligence and memory capacity, being able to perform and understand given tasks at remarkable speeds. Their most noticeable traits, however, are their dexterity and crafting skills. SCP-6879 has shown a variety of handicraft capabilities, showing intermediate knowledge in sewing, marquetry, dyeing, carpentry, metalworking and technical drawing. They've also shown, unsurprisingly, intermediate knowledge of chemistry. It has also been discovered that SCP-6879 has some understanding of other languages, including Russian, Yiddish and German, although only phrases and greetings. How SCP-6879 has accumulated these skills is yet to be determined. It should be noted, that SCP-6879's characteristics are rather unusual compared to other SCPs under the 'Misters' title. On 10/05/2004, secretion of SCP-6879-A from SCP-6879 stopped altogether with no traces found in SCP-6879 waste. As a result of SCP-6879-A's cease of production and with no new reports of its usage in 3 months, it was considered neutralised. SCP-6879 was reclassified as Euclid and their threat level was reclassified to ● Green. On 26/05/2004, 4 months earlier than expected, SCP-6879 regained their ability to walk, although still required the use of a walking aid. A medical examination concluded that SCP-6879's physical health was now comparable to that of an average human. As a result, SCP-6879's physical and occupational therapy sessions were put to an end and deemed successful, although suspicion was raised over SCP-6879's quick recovery. Additionally, SCP-6879 requested if they could continue sewing as a recreational activity. This request was approved by Site Director, although only for a limited time per week and with continued signs of good behaviour. ▷ Updated Containment Procedures (27/05/2004) ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (27/05/2004) SCP-6879 has been moved to a standard humanoid containment chamber fitted with air filtration and sprinkler system, complete with standard furnishings. When outside their chambers, SCP-6879 must wear disposable gloves to prevent their unintentional secretions from staining or reacting with surrounding materials. Entertainment materials are to be provided upon request and access to Site-228's recreational centre is to be allowed bi-weekly for a maximum of 2 hours. Testing of SCP-6879's abilities is permitted. SCP-6879 is allowed to use their anomalous abilities for testing purposes and within their chambers so long as the resulting effect to not infringe its containment procedure. Any attempt to use their abilities outside of this condition will result in disciplinary actions. As a result of improvements in SCP-6879's mental and physical health, SCP-6879-A is no longer in production. Since no reported usage of SCP-6879-A has been discovered in the past 3 months and only samples exist within Foundation custody, SCP-6879-A has been considered neutralized. SCP-6879 is to continue their weekly psychological counselling with therapist Dr. Zachary Dafydd. ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (27/05/2004) Addendum 6879.3: Relations and History with GoI-386 ("Dr. Wondertainment") In parallel to testing, SCP-6879 continued receiving psychological counselling with Dr. Zachary Dafydd. Dr. Dafydd was also asked to assist in the Foundation investigation into GoI-386 by interviewing SCP-6879 about their time and work-life with Dr. Wondertainment. The following transcripts are interviews with SCP-6879: ▷ Transcript 6879-4 ▽ Transcript 6879-4 Date: 20/06/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Foreword: SCP-6879 had shown improvement in their mental health since their recovery. Their skills in tailoring, sewing and dressmaking had also escalated, with SCP-6879 skills in the craft being comparable to that of a trained tailor. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Good Morning, Mr Kaboom. SCP-6879: Hello Dr. Dafydd. Dr. Dafydd: How have you been? SCP-6879: Good. Dr. Dafydd: Still doing your exercises? SCP-6879: Every day. Dr. Dafydd: How're your skills with the needle and thread coming along? SCP-6879: Oh, you should see what I've made with those denim scraps. Yesterday, they gave me some new patterns and one of them is a jumpsuit. I've got the perfect fabric to work on it. Dr. Dafydd: That sounds exciting. You should show me next time. So you've started testing with Dr. Pirrie. How are you finding them? Easy? Difficult? SCP-6879: I guess it was hard to start with. I hadn't used my 'wonder' properly in such a long time but after the doctor got me to focus on the stuff I remembered, it all came back. I remembered how easy it was. Now I can do it whenever I want. Dr. Dafydd: Sorry, 'wonder'. What do you mean? SCP-6879: My powers. That's what Dr. Wondertainment called them. My wonder. I think he just liked using nonsense words. She was always calling things by different names. It was part of who he was. Dr. Dafydd: How long did you work for Dr. Wondertainment? SCP-6879: Since I was born there. I don't remember when exactly but I was there for a long time. Dr. Dafydd: Interesting. Well, I looked at the results of some of the tests. According to Dr. Pirrie, the chemicals you made remined you of the workshop. Can you tell me about that? SCP-6879: The workshop. Oh, that place was amazing! It was massive! It had everything you needed. Woods, metals, plastics and fabrics. And it had all these machines and tools. It's where we invent and designed the toys before we'd manufacture them. Dr. Dafydd: We? Do you mean you and the doctor? SCP-6879: Yeah - well sort of. He'd sort of oversee us and tell us what was and wasn't working. We did most of the work. Dr. Dafydd: Us? You weren't alone? SCP-6879: No. There were others. But there wasn't a lot of us. About 15 I think. Or was it 20? Maybe 30? I can't recall really. Dr. Dafydd: Can you remember any of them. SCP-6879: Uh - uh - there was one guy. Really tall. Moustache. Dressed kind of funny. Red blazer and top hat. He was OK. A bit demanding but - OK. One of them was short, and - wore a lot of colour - talk a lot. I think - uh - you know - I can't remember anyone else. (Video footage shows the scar on the nap of SCP-6879's head is faintly glowing. Dr. Dafydd spots this but doesn't point it out.) Dr. Dafydd: OK. So what sort of things did you make in the workshop? SCP-6879: Oh, lots of things. I made dolls and robots and little soldiers that could walk. I made rockets that you could make fly. I made paints, stink bombs and modelling clay. I made teddies that released perfumes when you squeezed them. But the best thing I made were the costumes. They were for Halloween and birthday parties. I was really proud of those. Dr. Dafydd: So you did a lot in the workshop. It sounds like you enjoyed working there. SCP-6879: I did. I - I was - I really like the workshop. Dr. Dafydd: So why did the doctor make you go out and entertain children. SCP-6879: I - I made mistakes. I'd get carried away and I'd start doing things wrong. And the doctor expanded the factory too. He'd got some new machines from somewhere - so I wasn't needed as much. So one day, the doctor gave me the job of performing for children. He dressed me up and sent me from school to school. Dr. Dafydd: Did you like doing that? SCP-6879: I guess. The kids liked it and the teachers were always impressed but I wasn't much of an entertainer. I don't think the doctor was very happy with my performance. She kept telling me I needed to do better. Dazzle the kids. But I never could. Dr. Dafydd: Did you miss the workshop? SCP-6879: No. I just hadn't - Well it was - it just had - yeah. Yeah, I missed it. Dr. Dafydd: OK. I think that will do for today. Thank you, Mr Kaboom. I'll be back soon. SCP-6879: OK, doctor. Dr. Dafydd: Oh! Did the other Little Misters ever go to the workshop? Or help you with your work? (SCP-6879 gives Dr. Dafydd a confused look.) SCP-6879: What other Little Misters? <END LOG> Date: 24/06/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: This session was requested following SCP-6879's reaction during and after 6879-E-57. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: Feeling better? SCP-6879: (remains silent) Dr. Dafydd: I'll take that as a no then. Do you want to talk about it? SCP-6879: No. Dr. Dafydd: Fine. Fine. SCP-6879: (sighs) Sorry. Dr. Dafydd: That's better. OK, tell me about the experiment. (Pause.) SCP-6879: I should've done more. Dr. Dafydd: More what? More of the water? SCP-6879: I could've done more! I can do more! I'm better than this. Dr. Dafydd: If you couldn't do it, you couldn't do it. It's OK if you didn't. The tests are to see the limits of what you can do. It doesn't matter if you can or can't meet the demand. I - SCP-6879: I'm better than this! I'm meant to do it! (SCP-6879 rises out of their chair and stares at Dr. Dafydd. A small trickle of brown liquid is seen secreting from their right index finger. The scar on SCP-6879's nape begins glowing softly again, causing SCP-6879 to wince in pain and sit back down.) Dr. Dafydd: Calmed down? SCP-6879: (sighs) Dr. Dafydd: Tell me, was this what it was like in the workshop? High expectations? Is that why you were moved? (SCP-6879 remains silent.) Dr. Dafydd: Did Dr, Wondertainment ask a lot of you? SCP-6879: No! He was just under a lot of pressure. Demand increased and our factories were old. She knew I could do it. I just needed a push. Dr. Dafydd: And when you didn't meet, you were moved? (SCP-6879 remains silent and looks away from Dr. Dafydd.) Dr. Dafydd: That scar on the back of your head? When did that happen? Because it's not like the other scars you have. SCP-6879: (touches scar) I - I don't know. I think I was - born with it. Made with it. Dr. Dafydd: Did you ever ask the doctor about it? SCP-6879: Once, when I was in the - classroom - (SCP-6879's eyes unfocus and they appear to look through Dr. Dafydd for moment. The scar on SCP-6879's nap flashes softly for a second.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom? SCP-6879: Sorry, what? Dr. Dafydd: Did you ever ask Dr. Wondertainment about the scar on your head? SCP-6879: Scar? Oh, no. I was born with it. Dr. Dafydd: Hmmm. OK. Before we finish, do you remember any of the places you used to perform? Any schools? Anything? SCP-6879: (sighs and rubs head) Uhhhh - let's see - most of it was in America. I did do the UK sometimes. And Russia that one time. Dr. Dafydd: What about towns? SCP-6879: No, nothing comes to - wait - there was this one place. In America with the snow. In - In - oh, what was it that place with all the syrup. It began with a B - Dr. Dafydd: Bridgeport? Boston? Burlington? SCP-6879: Yeah, Burlington. I remember because that's where I got some maple samples for the doctor to use for his lollipop project. Dr. Dafydd: Thank you. I think that's a good start. <END LOG> Afterword: SCP-6879 statements regarding Burlington were used in the Foundations investigations. The liquid secreted by SCP-6879 was tested following the interviews. The analysis found that the secretion was a mixture of tannic and oxalic acid, chemicals commonly used as rust removers. Dr. Dafydd asked Dr. González for details regarding SCP-6879's crown to nap scar. Edwards Middle School. By using SCP-6879's statements along with local correspondence and history, the Foundation managed to determine the school SCP-6879 was referring to was Edwards Middle School in Burlington, Vermont. Field Agent Bronisław Ellis was sent to speak with the residents of the town and meet with Mr. Alex Hammers, a former mathematics teacher, now headmaster of Edwards Middle School. Mr. Hammers confirmed that SCP-6879 had indeed performed at the school and also provided further evidence in the form of a yearbook. When Mr. Hammers was asked questions regarding SCP-6879 demeanour, he told Agent Ellis that SCP-6879 was "friendly" but "clumsy", "social awkward" and "nervous going round the classrooms". ▷ Transcript 6879-5 ▽ Transcript 6879-5 Date: 02/07/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: This session was requested following SCP-6879's reaction during and after 6879-E-78. SCP-6879 had shown signs of agitation and sleep deprivation. Their scar had also begun to glow more regularly too. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: How are you feeling Kaboom? SCP-6879: (groans) Like my head is pounding. Dr. Dafydd: I can request some pain killers if you need some? SCP-6879: (groans) Thank you. Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom, I going to ask you some questions and need you to be honest with me. Alright? SCP-6879: (nods) Dr. Dafydd: Did you have many accidents in the workshop? SCP-6879: (pause) No. Dr. Dafydd: Are you sure? SCP-6879: Yes. Dr. Dafydd: Then can you explain your healing? SCP-6879: (pause) Pardon. Dr. Dafydd: You recovered from a surgery that should've taken half a year to recover from in 2 months. Dr. Horváth also said you bruised a lot while you were with her. And you recovered from them quickly too. Why is that? SCP-6879: You're the experts. Dr. Dafydd: Dr. González gave me these too. It's the X-rays he took of you when he first treated you. (Dr. Dafydd pulls out several X-rays, all of SCP-6879's chest, arms and facial bone structure. Some misshapen areas are circled.) Dr. Dafydd: These fractures. Dr. González estimates they're about 20 years old. A good few years before your time with the Lighthouse Ma - SCP-6879: I don't want to talk about them! Dr. Dafydd: OK, OK. It just, the scar on your head. It's - it's not like the others. Dr. González believes that one goes deeper than the others. Down to the bone. SCP-6879: (remains silent) Dr. Dafydd: What can you tell me about this? (Dr. Dafydd pulls out the yearbook Mr. Hammers provided and turns to one of the pages. In it, a picture of SCP-6879 can be seen, on stage, dressed in a lab coat, rubber gloves, a blue waistcoat with a stylised 'W' on the front and blue hair, beard and moustache. SCP-6879's teeth are unnaturally white and his face has been painted to look slightly doll-like) SCP-6879: (sniggers) Dr. Dafydd: Did you always have blue hair? SCP-6879: (looks away) Dr. Dafydd: Did it change when they made you make Pinkie? SCP-6879: I don't - want to think about that. Dr. Dafydd: What can you tell me about that. (Dr. Dafydd points at a wound underneath SCP-6879 eyebrow in the photo.) (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: Now, Mr Kaboom, I've been doing this job for a good number of years and - SCP-6879: It - Dr. Dafydd: - I've seen people like you have similar - SCP-6879: You - Dr. Dafydd: Was Dr. Wondertainment ever violent towards yo - SCP-6879: No! (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom. These fractures. The mistakes. The healing. I don't want to press but this is suggesting - SCP-6879: Stop it! SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) You have to understand. We couldn't keep up and I wasn't trying hard enough and I kept making mistakes. He - he was under a lot of pressure. Production was low, materials were getting harder to source, Prometheus was on out backs and she had the rust to deal with. I did my best to help but it just kept coming back. And - the workshop was getting old and - my - her scarf went missing and - the classroom - Dr. Dafydd: That's not an excuse. SCP-6879: (hyperventilates) He was a good person. He just wanted to bring joy to the world. He - she - they - (SCP-6879 looks back at Dr. Dafydd.) SCP-6879: Why are you looking at me like that! Who - who the fuck are you to judge me! You can't fucking judge me! (Brown liquid begins secreting from SCP-6879 hands and forearms. SCP-6879 gets up, advances towards the observation window and begins slamming their fist against the glass. Dr. Dafydd tries to comfort and restrain SCP-6879 only to be hit in the face. Two security guards rush into the interview room and subdue SCP-6879, while Dr. Dafydd retakes their seat.) <END LOG> Following this interview, SCP-6879 became increasingly withdrawn and uncooperative. SCP-6879 also refused to see Dr. Dafydd or have their session in the recreational centre. Because of this, a meeting was held between Dr. Cren and Elena Clarke regarding SCP-6879 needs. It was decided the SCP-6879 was to be moved to Hall 34-B, Site-55, where staff and personnel had the capabilities and knowledge of caring for and maintaining containment of Little Misters. It was also decided that Dr. Dafydd was to be reassigned to a different project and return to Site-12. ▷ Excerpt from SCP-288's Email Server ▽ Excerpt from SCP-288's Email Server DATE: 13/07/2004 FROM: Dr. Cren <noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb#noitadnuof.pcs|nerceitreb> TO: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> SUBJECT: SCP-6879 You've done good work Zachary, but in circumstances like this, we have to put security first. I know you hoped for 6879 to obtain some kind of catharsis or realisation, yet I don't believe that's going to happen. They just don't want to accept what's happened to them. More importantly, 6879's current behaviour has the potential to be a security risk. A risk Site-228 can't handle. And your relationship is contributing to that risk, no matter how healthy or unhealthy it is. I'm sorry it had to come to this Zachary. Good luck, Cren SCP-6879 was moved to Hall 34-B, Site-55 on 16/07/2004. Addendum 6879.4: Incident 6879-Alpha ▷ Updated Containment Procedures (17/07/2004) ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (17/07/2004) SCP-6879 has been relocated to an identical containment chamber with the other Misters in Hall 34-B, Site-55, fitted with air filtration and sprinkler system, complete with standard furnishings. When outside their chambers, SCP-6879 must wear disposable gloves to prevent their unintentional secretions from staining or reacting with surrounding materials. Entertainment rights are to remain the same. SCP-6879's right to recreational activities has been revoked until their relations with their fellow SCPs have improved and they've shown an improvement in cooperative behaviour. ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (17/07/2004) After a week to adjust to Site-55's schedule and methodology, SCP-6879 was granted the right to Hall 34-B's reception and to interact with the other "Little Misters" SCPs. Despite seemingly sharing a former acquaintance and origin, many of the "Little Misters" were either openly unfriendly to SCP-6879 or made no attempts to engage with SCP-6879. Only SCP-2428-1 appeared to occasionally engage in somewhat friendly relations with SCP-6879. ▷ Transcript 6879-6 ▽ Transcript 6879-6 Date: 25/07/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Andrea Segerstrom, Level 3 Senior Researcher Interviewee: SCP-3537 Forward: SCP-2428-1 was apparently also present for the interview, although their answers were told to Dr. Segerstrom by SCP-3537. <BEGIN LOG> (Removed for brevity.) Dr. Segerstrom: Why are the others so cold to 6879? SCP-3537: He's not one of us. Dr. Segerstrom: I don't understand? He's got the branding and - SCP-3537: I know, but he's different. It's true, he checks out. Got all the signs but he just feels different. Wrong. Incomplete. Dr. Segerstrom: That's not really an excuse to be so - unkind. SCP-3537: I know, I know. But we can't help it. We're a collection and he's not one of us. It was the same with our sister when she abandoned us. Anyhow, he remembers things all wrong. Dr. Segerstrom: All wrong? SCP-3537: Yeah. Says he worked in the workshop and helped make stuff. (scoffs) He should be so lucky. Pretending to be the Doctor's favourite. Stupid. Dr. Segerstrom: So why is 2428-1 OK with him? (SCP-3537 looks over Dr. Segerstorms shoulder for a few seconds, gives a confused grimace and nods before returning to Dr. Segerstorms.) SCP-3537: Apparently Mad knows him. Or he reminds Mad of someone he knew. From before. Back home. Says Kabooms thinks differently from the rest of us. To be honest, I wouldn't pay much attention to what Mad is saying, given what he's like. (SCP-3537 looks over Dr. Segerstorms shoulder again.) SCP-3537: (shrugs and addresses space) What, it's true. <END LOG> Whilst at Site-55, SCP-6879 continued to behave erratically. On top of sleep deprivation, they also began talking in their sleep, resumed thumb sucking and showed signs of isolation and dissociation. When personnel attempted to provide SCP-6879 with a session with the site's psychiatrist, they vehemently declined. As well as changes in mental behaviour, strands of SCP-6879's hair and iris began to change to a blue or pink pigmentation. SCP-6879 made several requests to have their recreational rights back, however, all requests were denied due to their erratic behaviour. ▷ Incident Log 6879-Alpha ▽ Incident Log 6879-Alpha Lockdown Response Code (LRC) Site: ██ Priority: A Classification: Code Green, Code Superblue Response MTF/s: MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") ARI/s: AR-6 ("Grandma's Asthma") Recovery: ~1 hour Date: 09/08/2004 <BEGIN LOG> [00:00:00] (SCP-6879 collects their meal in Hall 34-B's shared space. As they make their way to their seat, SCP-1799 waves at them, only to be told off by SCP-3537. SCP-6879 takes their seat and begins their meal.) [00:02:34] (SCP-6879 shows signs of pain, with their scar illuminating slightly once again. After a few seconds, the scar darkens and SCP-6879 begins sucking their thumb for approximately 20 seconds before resuming their meal. Some of the surrounding SCPs take notice of this.) [00:03:23] (SCP-6879's scar illuminates once more, causing SCP-6879 to cry out in pain and clasp their head. SCP-1799 and SCP-2287 attempt to leave their table and help SCP-6879 but are stopped by SCP-3537. An argument breaks out between SCP-2287, SCP-1799 and SCP-3537 with SCP-644 and SCP-2855 joining in. Meanwhile, SCP-6879 is helped by an unseen individual, presumably SCP-2428-1.) [00:03:59] (SCP-6879 attempts to engage with the others but is rebuked by SCP-3537. SCP-6879 begins arguing with SCP-3537 and SCP-644. Whilst this is happening, SCP-6879's scar illuminates one more and SCP-6879 begins secreting a brown liquid from their fingertips. SCP-3537 then shoves SCP-6879 aside and appears to lecture them about something for approximately 30 seconds. The word "classroom" is hurried.) [00:04:31] (SCP-6879 suddenly hunches down weeping, clasping their stomach and face and backs away against the wall. Various strands of their hair and irises begin shifting from a blue, pink and brown pigmentation. A thick dark-brown viscous liquid begins secreting from SCP-6879 forearms, fingers, ears, nose, mouth and eyes. SCP-2287 and SCP-1799 approach SCP-6879 but quickly back away when 2287 comes in contact with the liquid, which appears to burn them.) [00:05:02] (SCP-6879 screams loudly, with the liquid secretion rate increasing. Seconds later, all Misters tense up and begin screaming too9. SCP-2428-1 is seen flashing in and out of view. Personnel enter the shared space and removed all SCP present. Despite their attempts, they were unable to recover SCP-6879. Site enters lockdown.) [00:06:52] (The liquid begins to thicken, and heat up, reaching a temperature of ~200° and reacts aggressively with the surrounding walls and floor. SCP-6879 continues to both laugh and weep, secreting the liquid. MTF-Beta-7 is called.) [00:08:23] (The liquid becomes even more volatile, its incandescence increasing and now coats the entire floor. The floor under SCP-6879 gives way and SCP-6879 collapses into the floors below. All unnecessary Hall 34-B's systems are halted and Hall 34 is evacuated.) [00:14:19] (The liquid begins to stabilise. A drone is sent in to attempt to locate SCP-6879. The drone uncovers the hole created by SCP-6879, which goes 4 floors down, stopping at the plumbing system in Hall's second sub-basement where a pool of the liquid has formed. SCP-6879 isn't seen, although crying can be heard coming from the sub-basement room.) Extract from Drone-649's feed. SCP-6879's secretions seen flowing from Hall 34 plumbing system. [00:35:02] (4 members of MTF Beta-7, led by Captain Myers arrive at the site. Dr. Andrea Segerstrom and Dr. Zachary Dafydd are brought to site command.) [00:42:13] (Beta-7 enters the Hall and begins wading through the liquid, taking samples of the compound. The members abseiled down the hole in an attempt to reach SCP-6879. On the advice of Dr. Segerstrom and Dr. Dafydd, Beta-7-2, Charlotte Massie, attempts to communicate and console SCP-6879. Seconds later, the liquid within the sub-basement begins to react and heat up once more. Beta-7 retreat back to the Hall's shared space.) [00:46:57] (With permission from both Site-12 and Site-55's Site Director, Dr. Segerstrom and Dr. Dafydd join Beta-7, with the intention of calming SCP-6879. Assisted by Beta-7, Dr. Segerstrom and Dr. Dafydd abseiled down to the sub-basement, stopping above the pool. SCP-6879 isn't seen.) [00:48:43] (Dr. Dafydd, without permission, enters the pool and communicates calmly with SCP-6879. The crying heard in the sub-basement stops.) [00:52:04] (Dr. Dafydd finishes talking and holds out a hand to the pool. After a few seconds, SCP-6879's hand emerges from the liquid, taking Dr. Dafydd's. Dr. Dafydd pulls SCP-6879 out of the liquid and embraces them. SCP-6879 continues to weep but begins to secrete a second, stable, transparent green liquid which reacts with the first, converting it into the same transparent liquid.) [00:55:13] (Beta-7 successfully recovers SCP-6879 from the sub-basement. Samples of the second liquid are collected. With permission from Dr. Dafydd, Beta-7-5, Yasmin Massie, sedates SCP-6879.) [00:57:32] (SCP-6879 is removed from Hall 34-B to Hall 23, accompanied by Dr. Segerstrom and Dr. Dafydd, for recovery and study. Captain Myers passes both SCP-6879's secreted compounds to Site-55's Department of Chemistry to be studied. The second compound was also incorporated into AR-6, in order to neutralise the first.) <END LOG> Analysis discovered that the first liquid SCP-6879 secreted was a mixture of several chemicals, including acetaminophen, oxalic acid, sodium hypochlorite, [REDACTED], fructose, SCP-6879-A and ████-█-███-█-████████. The mixture was highly reactive and viscous when heated. The presence of ████-█-███-█-████████ was also noted, as the compound had amnestic properties and was used to manufacture Class F, Class D amnestics and Class X mnestics. The second liquid was discovered to be a solution of diluted menthyl acetate. It is unknown how the second chemical was able to mitigate the first. As a result of Incident 6879-Alpha, SCP-6879 containment was temporarily moved to Hall 23 while the other Little Misters were moved to Hall 04 until Hall 34-B was repaired. When questions concerning SCP-6879 were asked to the Little Misters, all refused to comment and wince at the mention of their name or designation. A number have also developed slight alterations in memory regarding themselves, each other and GoI-386. These issues and changes have been incorporated into a separate project. SCP-6879 hair returned to its usual brown pigmentation soon after the incident, although their irises have remained pink and blue. During a medical assessment, high concentrations of morphine and fentanyl were found in SCP-6879's blood suggesting SCP-6879 had attempted to self-medicate in order to alleviate their pain and had been hiding it under the pretext of thumb sucking. SCP-6879 also started secreting SCP-6879-A again, although in low concentrations. In light of these results, SCP-6879's threat level was reclassified to ● Yellow and, following a discussion with the Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology, Dr. Dafydd was reassigned as their psychotherapist. Below is a re-evaluation of SCP-6879's psychological profile: ▷ Psychological Assessment ▽ Psychological Assessment PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT (PA-6879-02) SUBJECT: SCP-6879 DATE OF OCCURRENCE: 17/08/2004 LOCATION: Site-55, [DATA REDACTED] PSYCHOLOGICAL OFFICER Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology It would be easy to assume that SCP-6879's change in behaviour is down to a mixture of substance abuse, illness and denial. However, I don't think that's all there is. SCP-6879 isn't the same as they were under Dr. Wondertainment. Something is different. My guess is, that our treatments, sessions and experiments along with what the Mafia have done have somehow changed them. Not only have we returned them to factory settings, but we have uncovered something else. Something deeper. And that something is trying to get out. Addendum 6879.5: Revised Containment On 19/08/2004, Dr, Dafydd took SCP-6879 to Site-55's Department of Chemistry Pyrotechnical Warehouse and conducted a counselling session. The following transcripts is the interview with SCP-6879: ▷ Transcript 6879-7 ▽ Transcript 6879-7 Date: 19/08/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: Security guards from the Department of Chemistry were on hand outside of the warehouse. Due to the re-emerging of SCP-6879-A, Dr. Dafydd was required to wear disposable gloves, safety goggles and mask during the session. Dr. Dafydd was also granted permission to use Psionic Implantation and Oneiric Hypnotherapy techniques. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: It's been a while Mr. Kaboom. SCP-6879: (remains seated.) Dr. Dafydd: I know you probably don't want to see me or want to talk but - well - (Dr. Dafydd takes a seat opposite SCP-6879.) Dr. Dafydd: What happened in the Hall? SCP-6879: I don't - Dr. Dafydd: No, we're not doing that! You didn't talk last time and look where that got you! You confront this now! Or do you want to end up locked away? (SCP-6879 looks at Dr. Dafydd, stunned.) Dr. Dafydd: I don't want that, but unless you talk to me, you will face repercussions Mr Kaboom - SCP-6879: That's not my name! (SCP-6879 stands up quickly but winces in pain and touches the scar on their head before sitting back down.) Dr. Dafydd: No. No, it's not, isn't it? (SCP-6879 looks at Dr. Dafydd.) SCP-6879: I don't know what to do. Everything's all - twisted. And if I try and think of it - it hurts. (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: There is - something we can try, but I need your permission. I can do something that will allow your memories to - flow more easily. But what you'll see - you might not like it. It might - hurt. SCP-6879: What will happen? Dr. Dafydd: It will be like a dream. Things will come to you but you won't have much control over what they are and where they'll take you. I can push you if things start to go off track, but it maybe a rather twisted journey. You won't be the driver of your train of thought, but the passenger. SCP-6879: What if I - make a mess again? Dr. Dafydd: That's why we're here. This place can deal with it better. (Pause.) SCP-6879: OK. (Dr. Dafydd stands up and touches SCP-6879 on the shoulder and crown and applies a psionic induced hypnagogia, causing SCP-6879 to enter a more relaxed and focused state.) Dr. Dafydd: I'm sorry. (Dr. Dafydd retakes their seat and begins applying psionic implantation via auditory command. Commands have been highlighted.) Dr. Dafydd: Can you hear me? SCP-6879: (pause) Yes. Dr. Dafydd: OK, right. Let's do this. Tell me your name? SCP-6879: Mr Kabo - Mr - I - don't know. Dr. Dafydd: What do you remember? Before the Mafia? Before the workshop? Where are you right now? (SCP-6879's eyes glaze over.) Dr. Dafydd: Remember. (SCP-6879 becomes alert once again.) SCP-6879: There are no images. Only - feelings. Dr. Dafydd: What are they? Anger? Fear? SCP-6879: Lonely. Dr. Dafydd: Is there nothing else? No sensations? SCP-6879: I'm lost. Alone. I'm so alone. Dr. Dafydd: (sighs) Tell me about the workshop? (SCP-6879 smiles slightly.) SCP-6879: It's so colourful. It smells of orange and paint and paper and - mint. It's full of things. Wonderful toys and games. And people. People like - like me. Dr. Dafydd: People? You're co-workers? SCP-6879: My friends. SCP-6879: (pause) I'm useful. I'm needed. Never alone. Dr. Dafydd: Who are the people? SCP-6879: There's - no - no, their faces. I can't - they're all squashed and empty - changing - I - (SCP-6879 looks down at their hands then covers their ears.) SCP-6879: They're laughing at me. Laughing. Laughing! Dr. Dafydd: Who's laughing? The people? SCP-6879: The men. In - in the van. They took me - me - the school. Dr. Dafydd: (whispers) Mafia. SCP-6879: I want my dad - doc - doctor. They're laughing. They tie me up. The pull something over - over my mouth and - push something onto my face. It smells. It smells! I - I - I can't - (SCP-6879-A begins to secrete from SCP-6879's scars.) SCP-6879: The machine! I - I want to scream - but - but - I'm strapped down. They - they're all in white! The smell! It smells! Like hospital. I want my - my - my - dad but they - slap me and - they - they - Dr. Dafydd: They what? SCP-6879: (begins grasping their scars) My arms! My arms! My stomach! They're opening it! It - it hurts! Hurts! I want my mum! Make it stop! I want my - my - (SCP-6879 stands up and looks into the distance.) SCP-6879: Wondertainment. Dr. Dafydd: Do you see Wondertainment? SCP-6879: (nods) Dr. Dafydd: What's he doing? Is he - SCP-6879: Workshop. I - I - (SCP-6879 interrupts themselves, although their accent and tone change.) SCP-6879: RAINBOWS DON'T HAVE BROWN, STUPID! DO IT AGAIN! Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom? SCP-6879: TOO MUCH SUGAR! YOU DID IT WRONG! IT'S WRONG! IT'S WRONG! STUPID! (SCP-6879 starts slapping themselves hard in the face. Dr. Dafydd gets up and grabs SCP-6879's arms.) SCP-6879: STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! Dr. Dafydd: Mr Kaboom! Mr Kaboom! SCP-6879: YOU'RE A BAD MISTER! Dr. Dafydd: Stop it, Mr Kaboom! (SCP-6879 stops and regains focus. Dr. Dafydd lets go of their arms.) SCP-6879: Bad mister. Dr. Dafydd: No. No, you're not. You're doing very well Mr - Mr Kaboom. Come back to the chair. Come on. (Dr. Dafydd tries to take SCP-6879 back to the chair but SCP-6879 hunches down to the ground, holding their head.) SCP-6879: I make dad angry. Mum wants it like this and I don't do it right. I need to be punished. I need to be better. I - I - SCP-6879: I don't want to go. I - I'm scared. Please - please - Dr. Dafydd: It's alright, it's alright. After this, it will be alright, but we need to keep going. It's alright. SCP-6879: Please - I'm scared - I - (SCP-6879 sits up and looks into the distance, again speaking in a different accent and tone.) SCP-6879: LITTLE MISTER! Dr. Dafydd: What is it, what's happening? SCP-6879: I'm in the chair. I'm in the chair! Dr. Dafydd: Where? Where is the chair? SCP-6879: The - the class - classroom! SCP-6879: (starts crying) I'm in - I'm - the classroom! SCP-6879: Bite helf mir! Bite helf mir! Es tut vey!10 (SCP-6879 begins crawling across the floor.) Dr. Dafydd: (whispers) Oh, what did they do to you? SCP-6879: He - she comes in. Daddy comes in. She - she says she I'll be better like this. I'll be good. I'll - I'll be better. And - and - the chair - my head. My head tilts. And - and - and - no, no, no! He's bringing it out! Dr. Dafydd: What? What are they bringing? SCP-6879: The toy! He's got the toy! My wooden toy! And - and - the needles and knives! She cuts - cuts - cuts - Dr. Dafydd: It's alright, Mr Kaboom. Cuts, what? SCP-6879: The rust - the rust from her arms - and - and they take it and - the knife! The knife's all rusty and - and - and - he puts it in - no, dad, I'll be good. I'll be good. I won't - I won't. I'll be better. I won't - I won't - I - I - be good, be good. They're laughing. They - you - hold me down. Mum - help - don't - they're - you're cutting! Stop, please! The rust - the rus - pink - pink! Pink! (SCP-6879 chokes and vomits a stream of SCP-6879-A, tannic and oxalic acid. Dr. Dafydd picks them up and takes them to the chair, releasing them from his psionic control. A few minutes pass while Dr. Dafydd cleans up SCP-6879) Dr. Dafydd: Mr. Kaboom? Can - can - can you hear me? SCP-6879: (whimpers) Dr. Dafydd: It's alright. It's going to be OK. SCP-6879: (whimpers) They - they did things to me. They found it fun. Dr. Dafydd: I know. SCP-6879: (whimpers) Dr. Wondertainment - she - he - did things - to my - mind - to - to my insides. Put - put things inside. Put things inside me. Dr. Dafydd: I know. SCP-6879: (whimpers) He - she - didn't - didn't do those th - things! Dr. Dafydd: I'm - I'm afraid they did. SCP-6879: (whimpers) I - I was - alone. He - helped me. I - I loved - I love - but she never - the Mafia - he - abandoned - she - they - (SCP-6879 gets up and runs out to the centre of the room.) SCP-6879: (screams) YOU SHOULDN'T'VE DONE THOSE THINGS! (SCP-6879 continues screaming, their hair rapidly changing colour in places.) SCP-6879: I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, MAFIA! I HATE YOU, WONDERTAINMENT! I HATE YOU! I WANNA KILL YOU! (SCP-6879 ejects plums of purple and pink smoke, green fire and sparks from their hands towards the opposite wall. Security guards rush in but Dr. Dafydd keeps them back.) Dr. Dafydd: (whispers) Wait. SCP-6879: (screams) I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, YOU EVIL, DISGUSTING, CUREL, WICKED, ANGRY - I - HATE - YOU! I WANT TO KILL YOU! (SCP-6879 stops the ejection and turns to Dr. Dafydd in tears. Their knees then buckle and they collapse to the floor, sobbing. Dr. Dafydd rushes over and embraces SCP-6879.) Dr. Dafydd: Well done, Mr. Kaboom. It's alright now. It's - it's alright. It's - it's going to be alright. (Dr. Dafydd continues to cradle SCP-6879 for 4 minutes. SCP-6879 continues weeping.) <END LOG> Afterword: After the interview, SCP-6879 was escorted back to their containment chamber. Dr. Dafydd accompanied SCP-6879 and remained with them until they went to sleep. SCP-6879 was not given any sedatives or drugs. SCP-6879 ejections were taken to the Department of Chemistry for study. SCP-6879 received several other sessions with Dr. Dafydd over the next few weeks, focusing on SCP-6879's relationship with Dr. Wondertainment, their time with the Mafia, their mental wealth and techniques to cope with their issues. Oneiric and psionic techniques were not employed during these sessions. SCP-6879-A continued to be produced in low concentrations. To mitigate this, Dr. Dafydd taught SCP-6879 several coping techniques and was told how to neutralise it themselves. After several weeks, SCP-6879 once again showed signs of recovery, with their personality and behaviour returning to a state similar to 6 months before. SCP-6879 once again, cease producing SCP-6879-A soon after too. As well as improvements in behaviour, SCP-6879 no longer engaged in self-medication and showed an improvement in self-esteem. With these improvements in mental stability and self-control, SCP-6879 threat level was reclassified was ● Green. On 11/11/2004, Dr, Dafydd conducted one final session with SCP-6879. The following transcript is the interview with SCP-6879: ▷ Transcript 6879-8 ▽ Transcript 6879-8 Date: 11/11/2004 Interviewers: Dr. Zachary Dafydd, Level 3 Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology Interviewee: SCP-6879 Forward: Session was conducted in Site-55's recreational centre. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Dafydd: What are you making today? SCP-6879: (Holds up a nearly completed jacket, constructed from bleached denim scraps.) Dr. Dafydd: Wow. Did you bleach that yourself? SCP-6879: It took some practice but I found the right concentration in the end. (SCP-6879 continues to sew the jacket while Dr. Dafydd watches.) SCP-6879: What is it? Dr. Dafydd: Nothing. I'm just so impressed with what you're doing. SCP-6879: Thank you, Dr. Dafydd. (SCP-6879 begins knotting the threads of the jacket.) Dr. Dafydd: Have you had anything else come back? (SCP-6879 stops knotting and looks at Dr. Dafydd.) SCP-6879: No. Nothing new. Just the same old images. Dr. Dafydd: How do you feel about them now? (Pause.) SCP-6879: It's odd. I was angry in the beginning, and scared, but now - now it's just - oh what's the word - melancholy, maybe. It's like, the memories make me feel sad but I'm - separated from it. I don't care about it anymore. Does that make sense? Dr. Dafydd: Yeah, that makes sense. SCP-6879: It's odd. Before, I didn't want to think about what happened to me. I didn't want to remember. Now, I can't help wondering what used to be in those blank gaps in my mind. And then, I wonder if the others are like this. Dr. Dafydd: Others? SCP-6879: The other Little Misters. What were we? What were our former lives and names? Where did we come from before we joined them and became toys in their toybox? Do you think we'll - I'll ever know? (Pause.) Dr. Dafydd: (shakes head slowly) Maybe - one day, but - SCP-6879: That's a shame. I would've liked to know just a little bit more. That Mad fellow was so familiar. Dr. Dafydd: Do you think you'll keep your name? SCP-6879: I thought about that. I guess you could start calling me SCP-6879, but - I don't know why, but I want to keep my name. Despite the fact, that he gave me the name as part of her - control - it's still a part of me. It's the only name I've ever known. So - I'm going to be Mr. Kaboom for now. Dr. Dafydd: (laughs and reaches a hand out) Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Kaboom. SCP-6879: (smiles and shakes hand) Dr. Dafydd: I've got some news Mr. Kaboom. I've been speaking with a couple of colleagues and we believe it's time you moved on. SCP-6879: Wait, what? Dr. Dafydd: Don't worry. You'll be moving to Site-17. It's the best site we have for humanoids and special phenomena like you and it's got plenty more to offer you rather than this place. You can do so much there. You could be with people like you. SCP-6879: Will I get to continue my work? Dr. Dafydd: (nods) I bet you'll be making PJs for everyone. SCP-6879: I like the sound of that. When - (Pause.) SCP-6879: You - You're not coming. Are you. Dr. Dafydd: (nods) I need to go back to 12. I have newer projects to work on. And you - you don't need me anymore. SCP-6879: But - but we're - friends? Dr. Dafydd: I wish I could say that's true, but - my job - my role - is to make you feel safe. To get you to a point where you can be the most comfortable you can be in our care. I've done that. You can move on now. So can I. We aren't - friends but - I still want you to be happy. (Pause.) SCP-6879: Is this goodbye? Dr. Dafydd: Yes. Yes, it is. (SCP-6879 stands up and holds out a hand. Dr. Dafydd takes it and clasps it firmly.) SCP-6879: A sheynem dank, Dr. Dafydd. Dr. Dafydd: Bye-bye, Mr Kaboom. <END LOG> Afterword: Following the interview, both SCP-6879 and Dr. Dafydd were highly emotional after their farewell, however, both remained professional. On 21/11/2004, SCP-6879 was transported to Site-17 in [REDACTED]. Dr. Dafydd returned to Site-12 on 22/11/2004. Site-17's Department of Anomalous Humanoid Psychology was alerted of SCP-6879's past behaviour and SCP-6879 was placed on a temporary psychological observation to ensure a comfortable settling. ▷ Updated Containment Procedures (24/12/2004) ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (24/12/2004) SCP-6879 has been relocated to an identical containment chamber within the low-security wing of Site-17 fitted with air filtration and sprinkler system, complete with standard furnishings. When outside their chambers, SCP-6879 must wear disposable gloves to prevent their unintentional secretions from staining or reacting with surrounding materials. Due to their improvements in mental stability and continuous display of cooperative behaviour, SCP-6879 has been granted permission to wander the facility, although under surveillance. SCP-6879 is allowed to visit Site-17's recreational centre tri-weekly for a maximum of 3 hours and is permitted to socialise with fellow non-threatening SCPs. Staff are permitted to request the use of SCP-6879's anomalous abilities only if the site manager and SCP-6879 agree. Items made by SCP-6879 for the staff or fellow SCPs may be accepted with the approval of the site manager. ▽ Updated Containment Procedures (24/12/2004) Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT TO: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> FROM: Dr. Caspian <tni.pcs.tig|naipsac.d#tni.pcs.tig|naipsac.d> SUBJECT: SCP-6879 How's it going old friend, I just wanted to forward you a couple of things. 0. Mr. Kaboom ✓ (cancelled) We found this outside 6879's chamber, a few days after they arrived at 17. It was so soaked with tears and rust, it nearly broke when we picked it up. It's with the Chem lot now. We contemplated letting 6879 know but we decided against it. Let the past be. Speaking of our "Little Mister", he asked me to send this along: Hi Dr. Dafydd, I'm not sure if you'll ever get this, but the personnel have given me their word they'll pass this along. I just wanted to let you know that I'm OK and I think I'm going to be OK for the rest of my time here. You should see the place we've got. I mean, my rooms are fine. Bit of a bland colour but they've let me paint the interior. Yeah, I can make paint now. And others. They've got me learning all sorts of things. Medicine. Cosmetics. They're going to let me try food soon, apparently. You were right. There are people like me. There's this one guy. Huge, he is. He's got me helping with kids in the medical wing. Made a whole line of teddy bears just for them. They're also this girl who can do cool things with light and a guy with metal hands! He's real nice. He like the jackets and sweaters I made for him. They've got me doing that now. Making things for the others. Some of the staff want stuff too! The best is the jumper dude. He seemed lonely when I first met him, but we hit it off. I'm making a jumper for him when he comes back. Apparently, he lost his other one in a world covered in sand. I guess, I just wanted to confirm that, I'm fine. You were right. Everything's alright now. Thank you, Mr. Kaboom I've spoken with RAISE and given what they're doing for us, we might grant them a Blue classification. You should see what they've made. I'm talking about some Met Gala level work here. They were waisted working for the Doctor. Anyway, I hope you're proud of what you've done. Huxley would be. Caspian P.S. Something might be attached to this. Hope you like it. DATE: 01/07/2004 TO: Dr. Dafydd <noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z#noitadnuof.pcs|ddyfad2z> FROM: Site-12 Post Office <noitadnuof.pcs|OP21#noitadnuof.pcs|OP21> Package awaiting pick for: Dr. Dafydd Hazardous Checks: Pass Contents: Green Tailored Suit Blazer, size 38 Black Dress Trousers, size 34 White Dress Shirt, size 38 Brown Leather Gloves Green Bow Tie Note (see below) A note was found within the package. Please note, that the paper and cloth smells slightly of mint. I hope it fits. Footnotes 1. Matching concentrations found in stomach acid. 2. More commonly known among the anomalous community as 'Ways'. 3. Before this event, it was believed GoI-101 only traded in paratech. However, recent activity has shown they have branched into trading paranarcotics and other anomalous chemicals. See attached UIU report for further details: 2003-112 4. Before the discovery that SCP-6879 was the source of SCP-6879-A, SCP-6879 was referred to as SCP-6879-A and vice versa. Mistakes are highlighted. 5. "Dr. Wondertainment" 6. An acetate ester that contributes to the smell and flavour of peppermint. 7. Experiment 5 (6879-E-5): Concentration and Isotopes. SCP-6879 was asked to study four variations of water, made up of different hydrogen isotopes and replicate them. SCP-6879 didn't successfully complete the request and grew increasingly frustrated and disappointed with themselves during and following the test. 8. Experiment 7 (6879-E-7): Anomalous Compounds. SCP-6879 was asked to produce a number of anomalous compounds used to create amnestics. Whilst SCP-6879 did successfully complete the request, their behaviour following the test was flagged. 9. It was also confirmed following the incident that SCP-6910, SCP-1007, SCP-1908 and SCP-2396 also experience this phenomenon, despite either being in other sites or inactive. It is unconfirmed if SCP-920 and SCP-2933 experienced the phenomenon. 10. Yiddish to English translation: Please help me. Please help me. It hurts. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6879" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6879. Licensed under CC-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: lighthouse.jpg Name: Vats of liquor Author: Rutger van der Maar License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: Kaboom.jpg Name: Istanbul, Turkey. 2015. Tailor-made. 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SCP-6880

thaumiel

Item #: SCP-6880 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6880’s digestive fluid is to be treated and handled as a Class-IV Chemical/Biological weapon, but it is otherwise to be cultivated and handled like a sun pitcher plant. Further documentation, tending, and population control details can be received at request from the Foundation Botanical Department; start by contacting Dr. Chelsea Elliott at [email protected]. External populations of SCP-6880 are cultivated and shielded from civilians by a joint division of Mobile Task Force Theta-4 (“Gardeners”) and Lambda-12 (“Pest Control”) . Quantities of SCP-6880’s digestive fluid may be requisitioned by the Materials Department, Engineering Department, and Biomedical Department. SCP-6880 in Greenhouse L-12, Site-19. Description: SCP-6880 is a species of sun pitcher plant1 that uses thaumaturgy to prey on hematophages such as oxpeckers and vampire bats. SCP-6880’s primary anomalous property is its digestive fluid: a volatile fluoride compound2 that looks, smells, and possesses the same goetic signature as uncoagulated cattle blood. SCP-6880 is otherwise a perennial herb that grows approx 1 meter in height and has similar breeding and feeding habits as non-anomalous Heliamphora species. During the daytime, SCP-6880 injects minute quantities of its digestive fluid through its roots to eliminate competition for sunlight, water, and pollination by poisoning the surrounding soil in a 5 meter radius. It also drips small quantities of fluid from its upper leaf into its digestive pouch to emit a gradual stench of cow blood. Ultraviolet radiation from the sun kickstarts a still poorly-understood thaumaturgic reaction that converts up to 2 liters of blood into digestive fluid per day. By nightfall, the buildup of digestive fluid causes SCP-6880 to resemble a bleeding cow via scent, goetic signature, and even on thermal and radar scans. In this way, it lures larger blood-sucking prey to land and drink from its pitcher. When prey attempts to feed, they are overcome by the fumes and fall into the pitcher to die by drowning, asphyxiation, or acid burns. As the corpse dissolves, any blood within them is released for catalysis into more digestive fluid. SCP-6880 has evolved numerous other unique enzymes in its chloroplasts that catalyze its digestive fluid through sunlight-moderated thaumaturgic reactions. The resultant products include organic sap, chlorophyll material, and a thick mucosal wax that protects SCP-6880 from its own digestive fluid. These products also present industrially attractive properties such as fluorocarbon-grade slipperiness and inertness, plus near-ceramic grade insulation and heat resistance. SCP-6880 populations are capable of growing in most temperate regions, as their mucosal wax insulates them in cooler climates and aids water retention in hotter ones. An instance of SCP-6880 is capable of surviving for up to one month on 50 grams of animal blood. SCP-6880 was discovered in Argentina by Mobile Task Force Lambda-9 (“Helsing Brigade”) while tracking the hematomorph ████████ ████████ on charges of criminal racketeering during the Seventh Occult War. His corpse was found, half-digested in bat form, in an instance of SCP-6880. Since its discovery, the Foundation has cultivated small SCP-6880 populations worldwide as a form of natural pest control for hematomorph populations, such as in London, England, and Washington, D.C. Footnotes 1. tentatively Heliamphora caprerum 2. (refer to MSDS-4748935) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6880" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6880. Licensed under CC-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: pitcherplant.jpg Name: File:H chimantensis2.jpg Author: Andreas Eils License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6881

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padding: 2vw; } SCP-6881 Project: SERAPIS Document ‘ALFA’ WELCOME, EDITOR. YOU ARE VIEWING DRAFT [4] OF [4] ► Play (The click of a person's tape recorder being turned off.) GALLIO: Come in. (The door opens. There are footsteps on carpet) ???: Good evening, Agent Gallio. GALLIO: I’m a researcher. I’m not an agent any more. ???: As of forty minutes ago, that is no longer true. GALLIO: I’m being reactivated? ???: I am empowered to speak on behalf of the O5 Council. They have been very appreciative of your sterling work here as a researcher and wish to utilise both those skills, and your experience in the field. You’re already familiar with the case of SCP-6881. Did anything strike you as unusual about it? Other than the obvious, of course. GALLIO: Yeah. The background. The Foundation became interested in Shibbet’s Vale and the lake because of ‘anomalous activity’ in the area. But there’s nothing in the mission records about what those anomalies were. Kind of strange given that anomalies are what we do. ???: Very perceptive, Agent Gallio. The O5 Council would like those blanks filled in, too. The data we have suggests Shibbet’s Vale has a long history of very strange things but the details appear to have been lost to a computing error. Before we can fully contain SCP-6881, the Foundation needs the whole picture. Your assignment is to report back to the O5 Council on all anomalous events associated with Shibbet’s Vale. Go back as far as you can. GALLIO: Am I answering to O5 on this? ???: You will be reporting to either me, or to another individual empowered to speak on behalf of the O5 Council. GALLIO: I guess that’s as close as anyone gets. ???: The data you find will be Level 5 Classified and collated under the codename ‘Project Serapis’. Access to other Foundation sites and personnel will be granted to you if the O5 Council deems it necessary. You may have to deal with interests outside the Foundation. Discretion is expected. GALLIO: I get it. Do it alone, do it quiet, leave no trace. Just like old times. ???: The world has changed since you were last out there, but some things will always be the same. Strange things will happen, the Foundation will contain them, and the people who owe us everything will never know. GALLIO: And men like me don’t get a choice in the part we play. ???: The Council will be waiting on your results. Sleep tight. (Foootsteps as the individual leaves) GALLIO: Aren’t you going to wish me good luck? ???: If you’re relying on luck, agent, you’re in the wrong job. ■ Stop SHOW FILES SHOW — initial_draft_6881_Gallio.pdf CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED SCP-6881 Provisional Item Number: SCP-6881 Level 5/SERAPIS Classified Lake Apesawa, with the headwaters of the Whitetail River in foreground. This is a pre-containment report into the anomaly hereafter referred to as SCP-6881, in anticipation of subsequent containment or neutralisation efforts to be informed by this report. Should an effort to contain SCP-6881 ensue, the containment area required will be 200 by 15 by 12 metres, and constructed of steel reinforced concrete. Any additional containment procedures depend on further observation of SCP-6881. It may be preferable to contain it on-site and build the containment vessel around it, rather than attempt to bring SCP-6881 to an existing facility. The investigation into SCP-6881 was precipitated by a report on anomalous events in an area of southern Montana known as Shibbet’s Vale. This forested area is to the south of the Mourning Cloak Mountain Range and includes the Whitetail River, which feeds into and drains from Lake Apesawa. The location has seen some previous use including a campground and skiing resort, but is currently uninhabited. These anomalies were believed to emanate from Lake Apesawa. Mobile Task Force Iota-28, "Screaming Seabees", was dispatched to perform field engineering duties under the cover story of a geological survey team looking for natural gas fields. The members of Iota-28 were accompanied by twelve C-Class personnel, several pieces of earth moving equipment, and a small cache of explosives. A channel was dug connecting points of the Whitetail River upstream and downstream of the lake. This caused the lake to be bypassed and gradually drain. MTF Iota-28 remained on station during this process to monitor any further anomalous activity, but reported none. The remains of a six-berth boat were noted when the lake was around seventy percent drained, along with a wrecked pickup truck and large amounts of cut logs from the region’s past logging activities. Nineteen days after the draining began, an opening was spotted just above the surface, leading to a cave system under the ground eastwards of the lake. Three days later the water level was low enough to permit entry into the cave system. MTF Iota-28, comprising four members trained in combat engineering, entered the cave. They were: I-28 Alpha — Urbanek, ranking officer; I-28 Beta— Lynch; I-28 Delta — Abbot; and I-28 Gamma — Weiss. They were accompanied by a C-Class, Lopez, who was trained in caving safety. The data transmitted from Iota-28 Delta’s field recording device was recovered. Being transmitted from underground, this data was partial and had to be reconstructed, and no other team member’s recordings could be recovered. SHOW — Iota-28 Audio Log [CLASSIFIED 5/SERAPIS] – CLOSE Portions of the transcript in bold are narrated by DR. GALLIO. (The ambient sound of a cave. Water drips somewhere in the back) ABBOT: OK, this is I-28 Delta, Abbot. Testing, testing. Good, levels are green. URBANEK: We all good? LYNCH: Recording. Doubt we’ll get a signal out, though. URBANEK:: Weiss? WEISS: Sure, the recording’s on. Hope control gets off on two hours of footsteps. URBANEK: Don’t start, we haven’t even got our feet wet. Lopez, how’s it looking? LOPEZ: I’d rather have the gear to rig up lights as we go. Put in some permanent guide lines. URBANEK: We don’t have the time. We’re here to find whatever’s down here, not map the place out. LOPEZ: The rock looks good but if the system goes much lower it’ll be underwater. No way are we equipped for that. URBANEK: Then we’ll turn back. Until then, we are a go. I want weapons stowed and safetys on, down here you’re more likely to kill one of us with a ricochet than hit anything. WEISS: I thought we were looking for something spooky? URBANEK And if we have to shoot it then I’ll give the order. Until then, fingers off triggers. WEISS: Jesus Christ. LYNCH: Remind me why we even bring you? WEISS: Because I’m the explosives guy and you couldn’t tell plastique from Play-Doh. URBANEK: We looking good, Abbot? ABBOT: We’re negative for radiation and toxins. Good to go. LOPEZ: You think we’re gonna run into radiation down here? ABBOT: We assume we’re gonna run into everything. URBANEK: Move out. Stick close. Lopez, lead the way. (The team moves into the cave system. I-28 Delta’s recording system was both audio and visual, but no video data could be reconstructed. The team moves slowly and with difficulty, with C-Class Lopez directing them through narrow and partially flooded passageways. They encounter several dead ends. Signal triangulation puts them approximately three hundred metres east of Lake Apesawa and fifteen to thirty metres underground. The cave system descends gradually, prompting concerns the way ahead will be flooded.) LYNCH: A lot of tree roots down here. Is that normal? LOPEZ: Through solid rock? No. WEISS: Oh great, we gotta cut our way through. Not enough we’re underground, we have to be in a bloody jungle too. URBANEK: Lynch, you’re the muscle. Get this crap out of our way. (I-28 Beta presumably pulls out a machete and, from audio, standard issue Containment Handsaw, and begins to cut through the tree roots.) WEISS: I should just blast a sodding path for us. LOPEZ: And bring the whole place down on our heads? WEISS: Looks solid enough to me. LOPEZ: Then the pressure wave will kill us instead. That’s progress. LYNCH: We’re through. Shit, my arm’s all cut to hell though. What is this stuff? ABBOT: Hey, it opens up just ahead. See? It’s a cavern. Got stalactites and stuff. WEISS: Stalagmites. ABBOT: Which is which again? LOPEZ: Hey, he’s right. This is one beautiful gallery. We got… we got plants down here. That’s not right. You get animals, bugs and bats, but not plants. There’s no sun. URBANEK: So it’s weird? LOPEZ: It’s weird. WEISS: Stalagmites come down from the ceiling. Stalactites are on the ground. Didn’t you go to school? ABBOT: Nah, I think it’s the other way around. Lynch, which is it? Lynch? LYNCH: Guys, I don’t… I ain’t doing so great. (Various medical sounds: muscle tearing, bone cracking. There is the sound of creaking wood. I-28 Beta cries out.) URBANEK: Lynch! Lynch, what’s wrong? LYNCH: Something inside me. In my chest. Under the ribs. URBANEK: Abbot, get the med stuff out! LOPEZ: Oh Jesus, I can see it moving. LYNCH: You gotta cut it out. It’s growing. URBANEK: Do it, Abbot. ABBOT: OK. Keep as still as you can. (I-28 Delta takes the Containment Handsaw and presumably begins emergency field surgery techniques. I-28 Beta cries out again) LYNCH: Get it out! Get it out! ABBOT: It’s like… a fibrous growth. Real tough. It’s tangled around the ribs. WEISS: Bloody hell, it’s got my arm! (A biological ripping sound as I-28 Gamma rips the "fibrous growth". I-28 Beta cries out a third time) ABBOT: The lungs are full of it. Lynch? Lynch, you still with us? (I-28 Beta produces ragged breathing.) URBANEK: That’s not survivable. Stand down, Abbot. ABBOT: We can’t just… URBANEK: We can and we will. We got a biological threat and I got standing orders not to mess with that kind of shit. Leave Lynch and keep going. WEISS: Aw, hell. The roots are blocking the way back. It would take a bulldozer to open it up. We gotta keep going deeper. URBANEK: Then that’s what we do. Lopez? LOPEZ: The cave goes further in. Can’t tell its full extent. I guess we… we keep in sight of each other and don’t get separated. URBANEK: Then move out. Abbot, pack up your gear. ABBOT: Bye, Lynch. (The team continues moving through the large gallery. Lopez finds an opening leading further westwards and the team are again navigating narrow and partially-flooded passageways.) LOPEZ: We gonna talk about that? ABBOT: About what? LOPEZ: We just left someone behind. ABBOT: Urbanek was right. It didn’t look survivable. LOPEZ: But Lynch might still be alive. ABBOT: Not for long. You saw it too, right? Half the chest cavity was full of that stuff. Wood or roots, or whatever. LOPEZ: I thought you guys were soldiers? Never leave one behind, all that stuff? ABBOT: That’s regular military. Most of us trained that way but when you get assigned to an MTF, you learn fast how the rules change. The kind of things the Foundation sends us against, sometimes it’s better not to be saved. Plus if we bring a critically wounded soldier or a body back with us, God knows what it might be infected with. Not saying you gotta like it but that’s the way it is. We got priorities more important than lives. Even our own people’s. LOPEZ: I’m glad I’m a C-Class. WEISS: Hate to break it to you, but you’re kind of in the same situation as the rest of us down here. LOPEZ: Would you leave me behind? WEISS: I’d watch you die for a piece of chicken. LOPEZ: Screw you. ABBOT: What the hell, Weiss. WEISS: Gallows humour, buddy. We all gotta deal somehow. LOPEZ: What about those roots, or whatever they are? You seen that before? ABBOT: Nope. But then that’s what we work with, right? Stuff no one’s seen before? URBANEK: Hold up. We got more of those plants up ahead. They ones with the fruit or the seed pods. Lopez, you got any ideas what they are? LOPEZ: Never seen anything like that growing underground. You get a few mushrooms and fungi, nothing like these. URBANEK: Gonna grab one as a sample. (I-28 Alpha attempts to remove a seed pod from one of the plants, but it bursts and emits a cloud of spores. I-28 Alpha breathes in these spores before getting clear.) WEISS: Oh shit. (The sound of I-28 Alpha coughing through a protective mask.) (The recording becomes distorted and audio data cannot be reconstructed for the next portion of the mission. I-28 Delta’s location is estimated at five hundred metres west of Lake Apesawa and between thirty and forty metres underground. The next recoverable audio occurs twenty-seven minutes later.) (There is the sound of a large animal growling, wetly, and of wood creaking. They get fainter and fainter until they are no longer audible.) ABBOT: It didn’t see us. LOPEZ: What the hell is it? ABBOT: I…think it used to be Urbanek. He breathed in the spores. LOPEZ: Did you see what it did to Weiss? God, the whole face was gone… ABBOT: Hey, you haven’t been here before, but I have. You think too much about what you just saw and you’ll freeze up. Put it aside and keep going. You can lose your shit over it later, once we’re out. LOPEZ: We’re underground, man! There’s no magic rule that says there even is a way out! ABBOT: Doesn’t matter. We keep moving until we find an exit or we die. ‘Cause the other option is to curl up and wait for whatever that thing is to find us and I’m not about that. LOPEZ: I don’t know if I can do this. ABBOT: Just follow me. Here, take my sidearm. (The soft clack of a handgun being pulled out and handed over.) LOPEZ: What am I supposed to do with this? ABBOT: Shoot the bad guy. Okay, we move. Try not to breathe in the spores. LOPEZ: Try not to breathe. Great. (The remaining two members of the underground team move through the passageways, attempting to do so quietly. The sound of something large moving and breathing in the distance can occasionally be heard. Voice stress and breathing pattern analysis indicate distress, exhaustion and shock.) LOPEZ: Wait. This passage is flooded. We gotta go back. ABBOT: I don’t think there is a ‘back’ any more. LOPEZ: Well it’s either that or grow gills. ABBOT: Looks wide enough to swim through. LOPEZ: No way. No, no way. Even with a full diving team I’d think twice. ABBOT: I think… I think it turns upwards again. Can’t tell how far. Twenty metres, maybe. LOPEZ: You can’t judge anything underwater. I know guys who died thinking they could. (Nearby snuffling sounds and growling, likely from the Urbanek-creature.) LOPEZ: Oh man, you’re shitting me. (Rock breaking as the Urbanek-creature crashes into the chamber) LOPEZ: I’m not dying here! I’m not dying here! (Three gunshots. The Urbanek-creature roars. C-Class Lopez screams. There is the sound of teeth crunching into flesh.) ABBOT: Ah, what the hell. (A splash.) (Rushing water from beneath. Abbot groans as he attempts to hold his breath. There is a moment of silence. A splash. Abbot gasps and sputters) ABBOT: Holy… holy shit. Lopez? Lopez? (I-28 Delta continues walking for the next thirty-one minutes.) ABBOT: Okay. This is I-28 Delta, Abbot. I don’t know how long I have to go before I find a way out and I don’t even know if there is one. Urbanek, Weiss and Lynch are gone, and I guess Lopez, too. If anyone is receiving this, I’m turning off recording to save the battery. If I find anything, I’ll transmit again. If not, I’m dead. Sayonara, guys. (No further data is received for approximately nineteen hours. The C-Class engineering support crew carried out a preliminary investigation of the cave entrance but were under orders not to enter the cave without MTF support. They found evidence the MTF had entered the cave but none that anyone had exited. After this period of silence, Iota-28 Delta begins transmitting again.) ABBOT: This is Iota-28 Delta Abbot. I’m down to the lowest light mode on my flashlight and I have one flare left. I haven’t found an exit, obviously. I think I’m a lot lower than I started out but other than that I got no idea where I am. Caver wisdom is probably to stay put but I know you’re not going to send anyone to find me, even if someone does hear this. ABBOT: We weren’t the first people down here. I found a skeleton a ways back. It looked like it’s been down here for decades. It was in dark green fatigues. Looked military. There was a name label on the chest that read ‘Stenforth’. I don’t think it’s a good omen. Maybe they got lost down here, too. I kind of hope so. Is that weird? I’d rather starve here than run into whatever else might have killed the guy. ABBOT: There’s a big cave ahead. I don’t know how deep it goes. There are plants everywhere. The ones with the seed pods, and others like huge ferns. Bugs like maggots the size of my forearm and these beetles in all bright colours. It’s humid and close. Way too warm. If there’s anything toxic like those spores from before then I’ve already got lungfuls of it. And there’s a pulse, like something huge breathing. I can’t hear it. It’s more of a feeling, in my head. ABBOT: Well, here goes. (A flare lights.) (The audio distorts.) ABBOT: It’s… oh my god. ABBOT: It’s a worm. ABBOT: It’s the size of the goddamn Red October. It has so many eyes… so many eyes… (There is a deep rumbling; just the beginning of a large organism moving.) ABBOT: Its mouth is opening… (The rumble intensifies) ABBOT: Who the hell are you? (The audio distorts) (The transmission is cut off, and does not resume.) SHOW — COMMENTARY — DR. GALLIO: Iota-28 Audio Log [CLASSIFIED 5/SERAPIS] – CLOSE GALLIO: After forty-eight hours without further communication from the team, the C-Class support personnel sealed the cave entrance with concrete and filled in the channel they had dug, refilling the lake. The site was quarantined. Foundation personnel blocked all access to Lake Apesawa under the cover story of an amoebic meningitis outbreak. These measures are to remain in place until a more permanent containment for SCP-6881 can be put in place. The name ‘Stenforth’ does not come up while cross-referencing other Foundation files. There is no record of a military operation into the caves, though there was a military base near the lake in the 1950s. If another organisation investigated the Shibbet’s Vale anomaly, there is no evidence of it except for the skeleton found by Iota-28 Delta. A description of SCP-6881 cannot be given to any degree of accuracy because only a single verbal account of it exists. Going by the final transmission from Iota-28 Delta, SCP-6881 at least partly resembles a worm of enormous size. The last words of Iota-28 Delta, however, imply the presence of another entity, or the transformation of the existing one. EDITOR, YOU HAVE ADDITIONAL FILE(S) TO VIEW. SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘BRAVO’ — 1997 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘CHARLIE’ — 1992 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘DELTA’ — 1986 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘ECHO’ — 1981 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘FOXTROT’ — 1974 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘GOLF’ — 1968 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘HOTEL’ — 1924 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘INDIA’ — 1954 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘JULIETT’ — 1933 » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘KILO’ — DATES VARY » VIEW FILE « SUPPLEMENTARY DOCUMENT ‘LIMA’ — 1923 » VIEW FILE « [FILE SEALED] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6881" by Ben Counter, Pacific Obadiah, & edited by LordStonefish, Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6881. Licensed under CC-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: Q2TCZnd.png Name: Overwatch Command Logo Author: EstrellaYoshte License: Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported (CC BY-SA 3.0) Source Link: Desk of Junior Designer S. Yvonne - SCP Foundation Filename: Emerald_Lake,_Gallatin_County,_Montana-1.jpg Name: Emerald Lake, Gallatin County, Montana Author: Garrett W. Graham License: Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-SA 4.0) Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6882

esoteric-class

Photo capture of a live video stream observing a coastline along the Atlantic, 26 hours after SCP-6882. Please note the observable absence of human corpses floating in the water. ITEM #: SCP-6882 OBJECT CLASS: N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Containment of SCP-6882 is no longer required, following its sudden occurrence throughout the world. All attempts from the Foundation at preventing the general public from interacting with the anomaly have been disregarded. Effective immediately, the Veil has been officially breached. Automated systems are to indefinitely continue containment operations during the cessation and eventual extinction of the human race. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6882 describes the series of events that occurred on March 22, 2022.: 12:05 P.M.: The sky momentarily flashes white for 4.023 seconds. This event occurs worldwide, quickly causing widespread panic and concern amongst the general public. 12:07 P.M.: All emergency services are quickly overwhelmed by the sudden influx of calls and requests for aid. All Foundation Sites are placed under Response Code Red-Orange and begin standard de-escalation protocols. 12:08 P.M.: Internet activity surges to record levels. Live streaming services including Tik Tok, Instagram, and Facebook experience outages and are quickly made unavailable. Most Foundation attempts to log footage are automatically flagged and later deleted due to anomalous influences. As of 12:20, only one file remains viewable: [COGNITOHAZARD REMOVED] 12:20 P.M.: Afterward, all SCP-6882 entities slowly ascend upwards beyond view. 12:21 P.M.: Surveillance systems observe the human population collectively migrating to coasts throughout the world. They remain silent as relocation occurs. 12:22 - 5:56 P.M.: The human population reaches their destinations at varying times throughout the day. As they approach, they enter the water, soon overpopulating coasts across the planet. 6:00 P.M.: Foundation systems report a drastic drop of the population from 7.9 billion to 1.2 million, which continues throughout the subsequent week. ADDENDUM 6882.1 TRANMISSIONS WITH FSS-AG (FOUNDATION SPACE SYSTEM-ALPHA GAMMA) Click to Access Hide Addendum | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 13:30 PM EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES ALERT FROM NEAR-ORBIT OBSRVATION NOTING STRANGE LUMINOSITY GLARE HAS ACTION BEEN TAKEN? AWAITING CURRENT ORDERS FROM OVRWTCH | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES PLEASE ADVISE RADIO SILENCE? AWAITING CURRENT ORDERS FROM OVRWTCH | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-22-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:56 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 EMERGENCY BRDCST ACKNOWLEDGED EARTH IN DANGER SITE HAS BEEN PLACED UNDER LCKDWN UNABLE TO CONTCT OVERWATCH STILL TRYING | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 07:44 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED ABNORMAL ENERGY INCREASE BENEATH THE SURFACE DETECTED UNABLE TO LOCATE SOURCE HOW ARE U STILL HERE? PLZ IDENTIFY | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 08:19 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 I AM RESEARCHER RAINER ALONGSIDE OTHERS UNSURE OF HOW WE SURVIVED TESTING NEW EXPERIMENTAL TECH JUST BEFORE POSSIBLY MISSED EVENT? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 08:54 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED SCANNERS REPORTING MASSIVE DECREASE OF LIFE REMAIN CALM - STAY UNDER LOCKDOWN ATTEMPTING TO EXTRACT YOU NO LUCK WITH OVERWATCH HOW LONG CAN YOU SURVIVE? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 09:20 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 UNSURE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:00 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED DETECTING SOME MOVEMENT ALONG THE COASTS UNSURE OF SOURCE - CANNOT CONFIRM HAVE ALSO DISCOVERED POSSIBLE METHOD OF TRAVEL TO FSS AT A SITE NEAR YOUR LOCATION SENDING RELEVANT DATA NOW | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:44 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 WE SEE MOVEMENT NEAR YOUR LOCATION ASSUMING YOU HAVE RECEIVED COORDS? IF CAN STILL BROADCAST PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 13:31 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 DATA HAS NOW BEEN RECEIVED SITE APPEARS SEVERAL HOURS FROM OUR LOCATION SHOULD WE HEAD NOW? PLEASE ADVISE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:03 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 HAVE YOU NOT MOVED FROM YOUR LOCATION? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:32 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE SITE REMAINS IN LOCKDOWN GROUP DOES NOT WANT TO LEAVE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 14:59 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 BE ADVISED MOVEMENT IS BEING DETECTED NEAR YOUR LOCATION CANNOT CONFIRM SOURCE - REMAIN WITHIN SITE PLZ ACKNOWLEDGE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 15:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 ACKNOWLEDGED 1240952.JPG THEY ARE HERE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 16:00 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 REMAIN CALM YOU ARE SURROUNDED UNABLE TO DETERMINE HOW MANY IS YOUR SITE FORTIFIED? RESPOND | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 15:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE SITE IS BEING ATTACKED FOOTAGE IS SEEING HUNDREDS MAYBE EVEN THOUSANDS GROUP IS SCARED PLEASE SEND HELP PLEASE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 16:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 DO NOT PANIC UNABLE TO LOCATE HELP CRRNTLY WILL TRY MORE YOU MUST STAY ALIVE HELP WILL BE ON THE WAY SOON PLEASE RESPOND | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 17:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 PLZ REPORT STATUS MOVEMENT APPEARS TO HAVE CEASED ARE YOU OK? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:23 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 NEGATIVE GROUP HAS VANISHED I DO NOT KNOW THEIR STATUS ONLY I REMAIN PLEASE SEND HELP | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:26 EST | IP: 212.44.██.███ | FROM: SITE-110 | TO: FSS-TERM 12 THEY KNOW WHERE I AM | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 18:59 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 ACKNOWLEDGED YOU MUST HIDE WE WILL CONTINUE LOOKING STAY ALIVE | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 19:45 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 CONFIRM STATUS ARE YOU STILL THERE? | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 03-23-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 20:45 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: SITE-110 SITE-110 PLZ ACKNOWLEDGE ADDENDUM 6882.2 AUTOMATED A.I. RESPONSE REPORT Click to Access Hide Addendum AUTOMATED RESPONSE REPORT LOCATION: Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma REASON: Inactivity Exceeding Standard Allowance (2 weeks) TIME: April 5, 2022 - 18:00 (LOCAL TIME) RESPONDER: Foundation program DEEPSPACE.aic Image of Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma prior to automated report. SUMMARY: Following 2 weeks of inactivity, automated Foundation programs were enlisted to probe and identify the cause of radio silence for Foundation Space Station - Alpha Gamma. Upon connecting with the station, programs reported that the satellite had been severely led off-course, and had been moving away from Earth for several days prior to insertion. An extensive analysis of the station systems reported severe structural deficiencies and several breaches throughout the facility. Further investigation reported an absence of Foundation personnel anywhere within the area. Continued analysis revealed the following message, intended to be received by all active Foundation Sites, but failed to send due to the satellites changed trajectory: | FEED ID: 4782381432 | DATE: 04-02-2022 | TUR (TIME-UNTIL-RECEIVED): 12:30 EST | IP: 145.97.███.██ | FROM: FSS-TERM 12 | TO: ALL SITES SOS FSS SUPPLIES RUNNING LOW NO CONTACT WITH EARTH SOME CREW ALREADY LOST SOME CHOSE TO GO PLZ RESPOND I DO NOT WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS

SCP-6883

neutralized

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Not pictured are the remaining 6 billion individuals on the planet, smear marks, and cockroach droppings. Special Containment Procedures As of September 15, 2025, SCP-6883 is deemed neutralized after the widespread application of the Ennui Protocol. Edifices and natural environments are to be remodeled to temporarily accommodate the new body structures and nature of human beings. A worldwide return to the standard human form is expected within three months. [ + | OUTDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES] [ - | OUTDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES] The Czech Republic is to be monitored for manifestations of SCP-6883, while MTF Kappa-083 ("Surrealist Catchers") is mandated to track any SCP-6883-1 instances. Meanwhile, Foundation webcrawlers must focus on keywords such as 'human cockroach', 'vermin', 'mid-life crises', and 'metamorphosis'. Psychological counseling and interviews are to be provided to select victims, particularly Foundation personnel. A review of work ethics and standards in the Foundation is pending for Foundation personnel. Update (May 3, 2025): Containment Procedures are to be applied worldwide. All reports, publications, or posting of disappearances related to SCP-6883 must be removed from the Internet. Update (June 7, 2025): As per the orders of the Administrator, the Foundation is mandated to switch from combatting the spread of SCP-6883-1 to promoting and providing aftercare for affected individuals. [ - | OUTDATED CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES] Description SCP-6883 refers to the spontaneous transfiguration of human individuals, generally workers and salary people, into human-sized entities resembling the American cockroach (Periplaneta americana). It is mainly localized to 12 cities in the Czech Republic, particularly in Prague. The primary victims of SCP-6883, designated SCP-6883-1, are individuals who suffer from moderate or severe depression, are overworked, and have experienced burnout episodes. Another common trait is that they have histories of failures, as well as traumatic events. SCP-6883 manifestations primarily occur at nighttime, when the victims have entered deep sleep. After approximately two hours of deep sleep, a cocoon will rapidly wrap around the subject, demanifesting after the individual wakes up, now a fully-turned SCP-6883-1 instance. Once converted, the individual will experience limited mobility and cognitive dissonance, although their sanity notably remains at a baseline level over long observation periods. Attempts to break the cocoons have unilaterally ended in failure. Noospheric, memetic, and psychological techniques are similarly ineffective in communicating with the victim. Interviews indicate that the dreams of SCP-6883-1 instances mainly occur from the first-person point of view and consist of crawling through a variety of landscapes, greeneries, and empty fields with intensified feelings of euphoria. Many instances have often described a Baroque-style castle overgrown with trees, referred to as SCP-6883-2. It is described as featuring towers composed of documents, papers, and office supplies. Notably, Foundation personnel report that this castle evoked strong nostalgia and longing. Upon entering SCP-6883-2, the subjects report experiencing a feeling of lightheadedness, which is followed by cessation of sleep. They also report seeing SCP-6883-3, often described as 'building-sized piles of scrap and blocks' composed of foliage, machines, and several greeneries, that can assemble into a man'. SCP-6883-1 instances often express mild hostility upon discussion of SCP-6883-3, calling it an affront to their happiness. In reality, SCP-6883-3 refers to the 43,500 metric tons of metallic and organic blocks currently stored in Site-345, near the Alpine Mountains delineating Italy and Austria. Aviatica Background Report GoI-503's logo since 1990. Analysis indicates that SCP-6883 is connected with GoI-503 ("Aviatica").An anomalous journalistic organization focused on publicity stunts and large-scale social change., which in turn links back to the Administrator, a former reporter and journalist. As Aviatica is decentralized and composed of journalistic cells led by an officer called an Arch-editor, as well as its dealings with the anomalous world, regular contact with its constituents has been difficult to fully establish, although delegations are sent to entertain Aviatica's offers. Aviatica primarily compensates for its insufficient manpower and physical scope via the use of avian drones, robotics, software, and information-based deals. Due to Aviatica's connections with several high-profile news outlets and anomalous groups, the Foundation currently pursues a cordial working relationship with it as a source of information in the anomalous and occult in exchange for secrecy, protecting journalists and providing potential scoops. Meanwhile, both GoIs are receptive to inculcating each other's members. The Administrator has approximately 10 years of service under Aviatica, before moving to the Foundation as an Agent. They have been involved in the highly classified EVNT-ALPINE-01, an Aviatican expedition to the Western parts of the Alpine Mountains to investigate an anomaly connected to SCP-6883, as well as a failed peace treaty involving several anomalous entities such as the life-givers of the forest. O5-13 Interview-6883 Report O5-13, stationed in the Czech Republic, is one of the individuals affected by SCP-6883. On May 19, 2025, they were interviewed via an online meeting subjected to heavy memetic filters. Although O5-13 can no longer vocalize their thoughts, they were still able to perform tasks using a keyboard. The details of the conversation are provided below: [ + | O5-13 INTERVIEW] [ - | O5-13 INTERVIEW] Begin Log Interviewee: O5-13 Interviewer: Doctor Sandford Gregorius (lead researcher, SCP-6883) Dr. Gregorius: Good morning, Thirteenth Overseer. O5-13: to you gregor Dr. Gregorius: It's nice seeing you nice and lively as always, Overseer. but the most pressing matter right now is your condition. A lot of people outside have become the same as you. Dr. Gregorius: We were hoping you could help us out by sharing your feelings right now, your thoughts… anything you want to say could contribute to understanding this anomaly. O5-13: i woke up and i was by the bed O5-13: under the bed O5-13: i didn't really understand at first i didn't really react O5-13: i laid there O5-13: when you're in this position you don't really think anything is going to happen to you O5-13: i was at [REDACTED DUE TO SECURITY CONCERNS] you know how the rooms are and the wallpaper No communication for a hundred and twenty seconds. Dr. Gregorius: Is everything alright, Overseer? Do you feel like stopping here and maybe picking the interview up from where we left off another time? O5-13: i'm here i want to go on O5-13: it's the wallpaper O5-13: i feel fine however it was the disorientation that was killing me at first O5-13: you have woken up on the floor looking at the ceiling but you have never felt like this O5-13: the enormous room and the minuscule you O5-13: the ceiling looking like it's kilometers away O5-13: it's simply different O5-13: we all turned overnight both in the site and the town it's in O5-13: in the morning the scuttling was deafening O5-13: i felt it vibrating through me not heard it O5-13: you know why No communication for a hundred seconds. Dr. Gregorius: Overseer, could you tell us anything about the consequences of your… newfound physical limitations? O5-13: i didn't move until the task force found me O5-13: i was on my back O5-13: and now i don't move that much O5-13: i can't interact with my surroundings O5-13: there's no real reason to move i'm faster but everything is so extremely far O5-13: the alpha1 agent assigned to me provides me with what i need O5-13: maybe it's a vicious cycle O5-13: you're going to say i am digressing O5-13: i can't feel my limbs and my wings feel heavy very useless O5-13: i can't hear sounds and the only thing i can smell is raw meat and shit O5-13: there's a kaleidoscopic filter to my vision O5-13: positive thing is cockroaches can't really hyperventilate O5-13: physically i mean O5-13: i'm trying to adapt but it's going to take me a while O5-13: is that enough Dr. Gregorius: Yes, Thirteen, that is perfect. How has your work been coming along? Have you delegated one of your people to carry out some tasks in your stead? O5-13: couldn't be elsewhere O5-13: one of our problems here was almost solved already O5-13: despite what some others think scp cs is strong enough to handle itself O5-13: their help has been invaluable so far O5-13: they don't need our supervision not to the current degree at least Dr. Gregorius: What anyone other than yourself thinks is irrelevant, Thirteen. Let's drop this line of questioning, shall we? What about dreams? How has your sleep been? O5-13: back to the regularly scheduled sterility O5-13: i've slept dreamless sleeps every night save yesterday and the night i turned O5-13: don't feel particularly rested in the mornings but nothing out of the ordinary Dr. Gregorius: That is not for you to determine, I'd say. Do you recall these two dreams you mentioned? O5-13: i don't No communication for eighty-five seconds. Dr. Gregorius: It doesn't work like this, Thirteen. Do you remember anything about these dreams? Everything is important when studying anomalies, come on. O5-13: the first dream was dull O5-13: i was crawling through a rice field, by the water O5-13: you know how rice fields are O5-13: it was hot i felt it on my wings O5-13: no i don't use them i don't know how to and don't want to. it was hot and humid and the field was empty O5-13: no people no animals not even crickets O5-13: everything was still and nothing made a sound O5-13: as i said dull O5-13: when i reached the end of the field i saw something at a short distance O5-13: a building like a castle or a medieval style house O5-13: considerably tall and large with half a dozen twisting towers protruding from its ceiling O5-13: it was made of some kind of smooth white stone O5-13: it reminded me of a ruined mansion i'd seen in tuscany back when i worked there O5-13: it felt out of place by the field O5-13: i moved closer O5-13: and that was how the dream ended O5-13: of yesterday's i recall little Dr. Gregorius: Alright, shoot… Ah, sorry for my crudeness, it's just that I am particularly invested in the SCP-6883 case. O5-13: i can see that O5-13: yesterday i saw the castle thing again O5-13: i entered it O5-13: and that was the end of the dream O5-13: i'm sorry my work ended up piling up on your desk again O5-13: it wasn't meant to be this way O5-13: i'll have one of my most trusted go back to 01 to help you out Dr. Gregorius: No need, and no need to be sorry. It's my duty and I will carry it out gladly. After all, one more project is nothing compared to the ones I'm already working on. You're a hard-working man, Harold, and the fact that you only took a break due to… extreme health concerns, to put it lightly, does you more than justice. That reminds me — you should take breaks more often. O5-13: it's your work just as it is mine Dr. Gregorius: It'll be mine for a long while more. The stream of things we have to do changes and grows in size and might as time goes on, but you have already laid more than enough bricks in the dam to contain it. O5-13: so you say O5-13: still this is a temporary setback i hope O5-13: i'll think about what to do once i get back in the meantime O5-13: between now and what else i don't know but i'll think Dr. Gregorius: I'd say we're reaching the end of the interview, so I'll proceed to ask the final question. Are you feeling better? O5-13: feeling better how Dr. Gregorius: Better in general. Less stressed, getting better sleep, this kind of better. O5-13: i have not been able to work O5-13: i am unsatisfied with being in a body that is not my own O5-13: i am feeling not unwell O5-13: my condition is all but exceptional though i thought my reaction would be worse Dr. Gregorius: That's not terrible to hear, then. We are done, I believe. O5-13: one last thing O5-13: could i suggest you take some time off this O5-13: this interview alone lasted too much O5-13: everyone has limits Dr. Gregorius: Different limits. If that is all, Thirteen, we can call it a day O5-13: this is all O5-13: take care gregor Dr. Gregorius: You take care too, Harold. End Log [ - | O5-13 INTERVIEW] Aviatica Report-6883 One of the residences of the Administrator, previously used for Aviatican activities two decades ago. Five days after O5-13's interview, the following recording was obtained via secret data recorders implanted inside the Administrator's brain, under the orders of five O5 members lead by O5-1. The Administrator was resting in their home in Venice, Italy, as they conversed with Mr. K., a former colleague and a high-ranking officer of GoI-503 ("Aviatica"). The following conversation was recorded: [ + | ADMIN-6883 REPORT] [ - | ADMIN-6883 REPORT] AVIATICA With the Wings of Freedom, Rings the Bell of Progress Begin Log Individuals Involved: Mr. K. (Aviatica Arch-editor), Doctor Sandford Gregorius (Foundation Administrator) Mr. K: (Standing on top of a pillar, adjusting his visor.) So Gregorius, nice to see ya 'gain. Beh, I suppose that you have been living quite a - Dr. Gregorius: Get down from there, you idiot. You never learned from that damn sniper shot in Milan, huh? (Sighs.) Mr. K: (His visor slightly flashes and beeps, as he frowns, whispering.) Ahh, how cold. Look, Gregor, it was your fault that the guys noticed me, since you were too jumpy for some action. You still owe me a beer for that, you know. (Chuckles.) Dr. Gregorius: Svejk was pestering me too much during that time. Said that we had to get the kind of news to give 'im shivers or something like that. Well… Mr. K: Anyway, it's been some years already since that. How's your life as an admin? Dr. Gregorius: Hmmn, (Lights a cigarette.) About as good as the shit that occurred in Milan. Mr. K: (Pauses for five seconds. More beeping.) Ehh, even though it was a disaster that got burnt into your mind, Aviatica did get some data from that place. Or… (His head turns around, beeping. He frowns). Or… are you referring to that promise? Dr. Gregorius: Treba, you came here for that, no? The pillar begins to rise up, bending and folding in several directions. Mr. K is standing unmovingly on it. Mr. K: Of course, Administrator. Well, no pressure on ya, just keeping tabs here and there. But well, don't you think that it's time to cha - Dr. Gregorius: I can't, K. The Foundation is crippled by the same bureaucracy we saw everywhere. Throughout my 10-year tenure, nothing has practically changed. The same vicious cycle of papers to be filled, bureaucratic shit, pretty much anything that should be burnt under the sun. I can't do anything, not even my hopes for reforming everything, including the world, K. Even O5-13, the guy you wanted me to train, got consumed by it. They sigh. Dr. Gregorius: Damn it, K. I'm really bad with promises. Mr. K: Hmmn, you couldn't handle it? Ahh, you were always the guy who said, "I'm gonna turn this place upside-down!" like a hotshot writer or somethin'. Dr. Gregorius: It's as hard as meeting Leggere's deadlines, you know. Mr. K: (Chuckles.) Huh, those are pretty good times. Seeing you on the bench and noddin' around was something we used for bets. Anyway, let's get to the point now. Just three days earlier, some of Aviatica's top brass received info on ya, and since you did pretty much a lotta stuff for us, we thought about informing you. Mr. K snaps his fingers. The pillar that they are standing on begins to duplicate itself, connecting to Dr. Gregorius' home via tubing, wiring, and avian sculptures. After five minutes, the Administrator's home begins to resemble Milan's Castello Sforzesco. Mr. K. sighs. Dr. Gregorius: What are you yapping about? Mr. K: To start with, Gregor, we only got sent to the Alps for a small expedition, with no shooting involved. (Narrows eyes.) You're prob' confusing the gun stuff with other places like Prague, Barcelona, or Caracas, or those blokes at Moscow… ah shit, we journalists are shot at too much. Anywa- Dr. Gregorius: Look, don't start bullshitting me about my time in Avia- Mr. K: Listen, we were sent there around 25 years ago to investigate the Castello. Not much happened there, except you being too jumpy. when exploring it. Remember it, Gregor. Dr. Gregorius: Hmmn, that ca- that castle's ringing something in my mind. I am not sure why though. Mr. K: Of course, Gregor. what's ringing in your mind must be the jokes we had about you fainting at the entrance of that place, saying something about 'changing the world as I promised to Crea' or something else. You know, when we found you, you were absolutely filled up with roaches coming from your mouth. We thought you died a bullshit death. Dr. Gregorius: Crea… damn it, I never got to paying my respects to her. Mr. K: What the hell are ya talkin' about, Gregor? Dr. Gregorius: Crea. The newbie reporter who exploded into pieces back at the Castello. We almost saved her, just before the roaches ate her out of nowhere! (The Administrator switches into a colder tone.) Mr. K: Crea, ehh - that expedition required us veterans, ya know. Dr. Gregorius: Oi, don't say that- A loud beeping sound is emitted from the visor of Mr. K. Mr. K: Well, well, well, whoever is this Crea you're talking about, or your memories… well, I won't comment on them further. However, the thaumaturgic readings we got from ya back at the castle are almost similar to what you're scatterin' around in this place. That's the gist of it. Dr. Gregorius: Look, K., I'm sorry, but you guys have a few screws loose. I have been functioning as an officer and an Administrator of the Foundation. Treba, at least most of the time. I just spent the rest of my free time getting drunk or enjoying cigars or whatever. Mr. K: Oh well, investigating ya right now wouldn't lead to anything good. Look, Gregor, this is for our own sake. At that same place, at the Castello, something related to cockroaches is reappearing again. Better take note of it, you know, as our sources are just beginning to catch on. At the same time, you stink of the same readings involved with those roaches. Dr. Gregorius: Cockroaches, huh. (Appears to be slightly shocked.) Alright, alright, I will keep in mind what you have said. Mr. K: Also… one last thing. Don't stand too much on pillars. You might faint like you did in that castle. End Log [ - | ADMIN-6883 REPORT] Administrator Behavioral Log The Administrator transformed into an SCP-6883-1 instance five days following their conversation with Mr. K. The phrase 'MUTARE MUNDI' was engraved on their carapace. Footage involving the Administrator's behavior in the previous days has been analyzed after psychological investigations ordered by O5-1 has determined abnormal behavior on their part. The transcript of Log #55, which is the most notable due to its anomalous effects, is provided below. O5-13 do not recall the incidents that transpired in these logs after extensive psycho-memetic analysis. [ + | PSYCH-6883-01] [ - | PSYCH-6883-01] Begin Log The Administrator's quarters after their transformation into an SCP-6883-1 instance. Note the presence of chairs, as ordered by them, for the sake of 'humanized' comfort. Personnel Involved: Sandford Gregorius (Foundation Administrator), O5-13 The two individuals scheduled a meeting behind closed doors, which was granted by the Ethics Committee. During the event, they were separated via a glass pane and were provided computers. O5-13: hey gregor. hows work in this room? O5-1 told us that its still a bit of a shock that you turned into a roach but hopefully things still work pretty fine Dr. Gregorius: well, the books are there, the laptop for roaches is on that table, and pretty much everything else is in those closets. Dr. Gregorius: my eyes, all of them, still take some time to adjust to the lighting and the fact that I get many images streaming into my head, but overall it's not a bad deal. i can see pitch-black stuff Dr. Gregorius: i have also been feeling pretty well and happy not much angst over getting turned into a roach O5-13: having compound eyes does wonders. must be good for sore eyes due to work. O5-13 heaves its body, with its wings and carapace slightly buzzing. O5-13: its too bad coffee tastes like shit to us roaches Dr. Gregorius: hmmn wasn't it the other way around with roaches in the coffee Dr. Gregorius: I remember your story about nescafe and cockroaches in their ground coffee O5-13: probably O5-13: lets get to the point now O5-13: i have received news about o5-1's plans for us of retirement or containment O5-13: they have started by confining us to our room, O5-13: but at least we can still be useful to the foundatoin Dr. Gregorius: seems like the perfect time to get rid of us. Dr. Gregorius: can't exactly blame him, though, despite his ambitions. to climb the ranks h Dr. Gregorius: he didn't… exactly trust me, even at the start. well, I was a journalist back then hahaha Dr. Gregorius: also, the fact that the Administrator got turned into an insect Dr. Gregorius: well, keeping that as a secret is bound to mess up stuff and security concerns. <Both are silent for several seconds.> O5-13: hmmn mind if I tell you something about the foundation? I wanted to let this out Dr. Gregorius: what's it about O5-13: do you ever feel like breaking the Veil O5-13: we spend so much burucracy tryin to maintain everything in secrecy O5-13: it stifled our dreams back then O5-13: you know O5-13: change the world and all Dr. Gregorius: but it's too late now to break the viel. Dr. Gregorius: anyway how did you plan to do it? O5-13: i wanted it to be somewhat gradual. O5-13: just like how leggere often taught us when we were setting up the magic cams and the bird drones so they don't squawk a lot on spy missions O5-13: I have a list or outline to do that and so far well err O5-13 rapidly flaps its wings, and raises one of its legs as a salute. O5-13: with the fondazione at helm we can guide everyone throughout the noosphere, maybe even tangle up with oneiroi O5-13: the sarkics, well, they can be dealt with easily. O5-13: serpents hand, aviatica, practically everyone O5-13: they can at least be on much better terms with us if we are more transparent O5-13: we can better protect the free ports, the antenelian pasages in milan O5-13: tenoktitlan's area in mexico O5-13: the guys at site-120 trying to fight off flesh gods O5-13: the weones at site-34 crying out 'SEKHO' as their battle cry, or say, company cheer, …. everyone, I think. O5-13: But then, those are just a pipe dream though O5-13 stomps their feet. Dr. Gregorius: change like that is not working. aviaticas decade long calls for political reforms being jackshit, and even my own pare O5-13: wha Dr. Gregorius: i have a question for you harold Dr. Gregorius: wuld you oppose the foundation if we did something like whiplashing the world Dr. Gregorius: of course no one will get hurt Dr. Gregorius: but the veil would break up like restaurants' windows when we were gettin' shot at Dr. Gregorius: its for like, the betterment of the world, you know O5-13: why are you asking that O5-13: It's not like we can do anything in this goddamn room hahahaha <Quickly goes silent.> O5-13: hmmn it's not a bad thought O5-13: but something that drastic is not something I really want O5-13: most of the time everything just gets fucked up O5-13: sure, the world changes, but more often than not, it turns into a world half-empty. Or half-full? you get the idea Both are silent for several seconds. O5-13: so i will probably oppose something like that O5-13: more often than not, strings are being pulled behind the scenes, tangling and causing the events to crash O5-13: aviatica often fucked up doing that sort of thing, im quite surprised that our friends over there are still kickin O5-13: it's why I get the rationale of the Foundation. O5-13:we just don't want to stir up so much trouble. We're methodical Dr. Gregorius: hahh you truly learnt a lot of things from K, eh Dr. Gregorius: I see what you mean Dr. Gregorius: though I don't necessarily agree with the bureaucratic part Dr. Gregorius: change is something that is not like a rash decision but O5-13: but? Dr. Gregorius: what if its something that's already decades in the making At this point, reality instability levels spike. The sentence 'I am beginning to remember now' manifests on the Administrator's carapace. End Log Begin Log The interior of the church in Broumov. It was crushed by an assembled SCP-6883-3, based on the Administrator's visions. Personnel Involved: Sandford Gregorius (Junior Aviatica Reporter), Mr. K (Aviatica Officer) A younger version of the Administrator is seated on the steps leading to the interior of a Baroque-style church in Broumov, Czech Republic. The church is unidentifiable and does not correspond to any known structure. However, it has a generally typical appearance with large spikes on its roof and a belfry tower nearby, save for massive overgrowth and foliage surrounding it. Meanwhile, a silhouette of a 100-meter-tall humanoid entity, SCP-6883-3, can be seen in the distance. The stomping of the entity can be heard, although the Administrator ignores it. As he tries to stop a cockroach pestering him via his hands, the Administrator briefly enters the church. The song 'Waymaker' can be heard playing, while wooden automatons clad in navy blue and black, with armbands bearing the Aviatica logo, can be seen. A casket can be found near the altar, surrounded by wreathes of flowers such as chrysanthemum and calla lilies. Most people had left, as the service had apparently ended. The Administrator converses with one automaton whose face is significantly blurred who called him, although he sighs. The automatons breaks into cockroach shells. After 30 minutes, the service concludes. The people then leave, heading towards the cemetery. Everyone is grouped in knots of three or five. Now with the casket interred in the cemetery, Mr. K, one of the few individuals with an organic appearance, approaches him. They talk on a nearby bench. Mr. K: Yo, Gregor. <Waves hand, as he takes a seat beside the Administrator. Both are silent for at least 30 seconds.> I'm sorry for your loss. Sandford Gregorius: … Don't be so… ah well… <The Administrator's hands curl up into balls, but then relax after a while.> Mr. K: <Looks around.> At least she would have liked this weather. You know, the girl in red… what's her name aga - <Turns silent.> It's a good thing we managed to at least get her back. Sandford Gregorius: …I suppose. It would have been somewhat cruel if, if she did not have the chance to at least see the damned sky. She often joked that it was so cloudy whenever she was in this godforsaken place. Even Britain showed her some of the sun, she said. Mr. K: From the looks of it… that girl, you know, she seemed to have really seen a lot of places. Lots of memories. Though it's sad that she got hit by those fuckers. Sandford Gregorius: Her parents, you know, even forgot their only daughter when I approached them about the funeral… those Fae… apparently, the Foundation had gotten 'em. Can't be sure where they are now exactly, or how they're rotting in a cell somewhere. Mr. K: …Well, let's, let's just… wait. I think I remember something now about the girl. A very faint memory, I guess. Gregor, do you know the one about the pen? I remember seeing it in an in-depth investigation of Crea. Sandford Gregorius: Hmmn… ah. The good ol' party trick Crea used to do. What of it? Mr. K takes out several Faber-Castell pens, all of which are dotted with holes near the knib. He ties a chrysanthemum flower and a string to each pen, before throwing them into the sky. The pens shoot up like a rocket, scattering red, blue, and yellow water. Mr. K: Compression… I never got tired of this trick. Sandford Gregorius: I jogged my head a lot of times, and I think these pens saved us once. Don't exactly know where, but I remember them zipping through like firecrackers through a sea of… Mr. K: Damned corporate beetle fairies. They had this stench that I can still smell up to now. When I remember it, the deal we tried to broker so that everyone - humans, faeries, fuck-ups, everything - could live in peace. Too bad we overstepped as journalists, so they say. Sandford Gregorius: Beetles, huh? Crea used to be amazed by those. Back when we were kids, we used to get a very long tube or stick up, poke some trees in the middle of nowhere, and those beetles would fall. Then we scoop 'em up, or put them in a Tupperware container. (Chuckles.) Then we would be content for the whole day, at least until the beetles would start a revolution and somehow get the hell out of the container. Mr. K: Hmmn… it's amazing that you changed from that into a journo ready to throw flashbangs when needed. Sandford Gregorius: Well… that carelessness makes people screw up so badly… fuck that. Both are silent for at least three minutes. The visor of Mr. K beeps steadily and more rapidly. Sandford Gregorius: Ah, I remember something else that Crea said. Always give the last straw, the poslední kapka, or something like that. Even if it takes your identity. For her, it was for the happiness of the people. As a journo… well, I once told her that sort of thinking is stupid. As journalists, we hang out with motherfuckers all the time. But you see… she told something else. Do everything, she said. Live like a goddamn adventuring reporter, you know? Something like that? The Administrator wipes his eyes. She also said some weird stuff like "functionality transcends form and shape at all costs", especially when we were comparing beetles and humans back then… ahhh. Damn it. Mr. K: <Sighs.> Oi, oi, oi. Don't keep it bottled up. I know being stoic is one of your things, but… but, ah. Sandford Gregorius: Oh well. K… I have been thinking about something. A question boiling in my mind. Mr. K: Hmm, what's it? Sandford Gregorius: Aviatica, you know, has that sort of calm, suave stance on everything. Not so militaristic - a very hopeful group of journalist nerds pushing for reforms and shit. Something, something like Crea, you know? But… you see, do you think the day will come when something drastic, a whiplash, you know, is needed for this world? Mr. K: Well… hasn't that been practiced pretty much everywhere? Most declarations of independence, 'round the world'. The Intelligentsia Uprising of the Free Ports. The Foundation-Aviatica Wars. Those times when the Philippines or pretty much the whole of Southeast Asia got fuckin' reset six times by our guys and a snake. Something like that, no? Well… Sandford Gregorius: Well? Mr. K: I don't really like those. The Philippines, for example, even if it got reset several times, still have nothing good enough occurring. Still a third world country, and in a state, you can't describe as 'better'. These events, you know, seem to bring more chaos than expected. I mean, sure, something good happens - would suck if that's not the case. In any case… <A phone rings.> Ah, something's come up. You ok if I leave ya here for a moment? Sandford Gregorius: <Fidgets for a few seconds, smoothening his suit.> Ah, sure. After a few minutes, the Administrator, now alone, begins to tear up, chuckling occasionally. The surroundings begin to drastically change, as he takes out a business card, labelled 'Castello'. It is shining, and the text on the card changes at a moment's notice. Sandford Gregorius: Ah, damn it. At least those beetles brought something good to me. Crea… damn it, I won't fuck up this time. I remember everything now… why, why I of all the people of Aviatica, had been brought to the Foundation. A cockroach swarm then manifests, preying over the wooden automatons. Overgrowth of the trees and plants in the area also occurs, destroying the cemetery and making several buildings collapse in the vicinity. Meanwhile, the entity, now identified to be an amalgamation of SCP-6883-3, is closing into the Administrator, destroying the church in the process. The Administrator stands still, chuckling. The land where the casket was buried begins to inflate and rumble, revealing a large cockroach. It obtains several massive gashes that leak liters of colorless blood and becomes paralyzed at the end as it fights SCP-6883-3, although it wins and manages to return SCP-6883-3 into pieces. The cockroach that was previously pestering the Administrator also grows in size, and devours him. The remains, composed of bone and tissue, begin to turn into smaller cockroaches that then swarm. End Log Begin Log A room located in SCP-6883-2. Personnel Involved: Sandford Gregorius (Just a normal cockroach), POI-6883 The Administrator, still in human form, is in the middle of a medieval-style room, carrying a bulk of paperwork. Administrator: Ahh, you damn idiot. Is this what you meant by a warm-up? Reviewing tax forms and documents for your daily life, ha? A shrill buzzing sound can be heard, followed by the laughter of a glasses-wearing woman in a long-sleeved shirt and culotte. The woman fixes her braided hair. Administrator: Oi, you, what's with the get-up? After 20 years, this is what your fashion sense amounted to? POI-6883: You really are quite rude, Gregor, even two decades into the future. Is it bad for a nature goddess to wear clothing like this? Yes, I represent roaches, but technically, I still am a goddess, and I have the power to wear anything I want. You know, you know, it's boring to just always wear white, or a carapace. Administrator: You tell me. For starters, wearing wildly contrasting colors somewhat hurts my eyes. Two, the glass frames do not fit your jaws. Three, I don't think that this type of clothing is… conducive enough for things like human observation, like you always do. POI-6883: Hmmn… human observation eh. You see, Gregor, I was trying to play a scenario with this clothing. A friendless, ordinary, college school girl - something like that and without my memories to boot. Well… it's not… <POI-6883 becomes silent.> Well, it didn't turn out so bad? Dodged a few bullets here and there, and well… <POI-6883's face considerably contorts, frowning.> the worst thing I suffered from was being splashed with Listerine. That hurts a lot for a roach. Both of them turn silent, with the Administrator sighing. POI-6883: Any- anyway, how was it? The 20-year overdue stay, iya, more like an illegal settlement, at the Foundation? Up to this day, I still can't believe I managed to wring in those heathens from the Forest to help us out despite our actual plan with them, so you better have good results, Gregor. Administrator: …it wasn't what I had expected. Two whole decades of backbreaking work, bureaucracy, as I climbed through the ranks from an Agent to an Administrator. Few, lucky strokes, I guess. But I kept my end of the deal when I visited you at the Castello. The Administrator snaps their fingers. The room dematerializes, and they and POI-6883 manifest in the observation room of Site-354, where SCP-6883-3's remains are contained under Class-A Protocols. POI-6883: Ahh, so the mighty Uomino has collapsed even under the Foundation's iron boots. If this wasn't only a vision, then I could mock him more effectively. Administrator: Crea, when we found it in the Alps, it was already heavily broken down, though still functioning. Ahh, I wonder if it has a connection with a certain nature, nah, idiot goddess here. Anyway, we delivered a grand beating to it, so it broke down into pieces we stashed somewhere in those mountains and then called it a day. Also, it was still functioning with a massive amount of thaumaturgic energy, so we implemented some tubing and cables to drain it. We'll be going there anyway, after I dealt… <The voice lowers.> Ahhh, not exactly an easy thing to do, to be honest. Treba, if this thing wasn't attacked by those greenland inhabitants of… yore, well, the Italian and German branches would be in the dregs right now. <Chuckles.> POI-6883: Uomino… are you sure that It wouldn't be awakening anytime soon. It would suck if - Administrator: Well, I'm confident it will work. <Takes out a cigarette.> POI-6883: Alright, alright. Looks like our next targets are focused on the Forest, Gregor… I almost couldn't hold it in when they killed me just a year after we made a deal. It was your idea though - we cockroaches are hardy and will survive fools like those, but we wouldn't be able to meet again to provide… emotional growth for you, I suppose? Administrator: Hmmn… '"Functionality over form", right, Crea? If you exterminated them, we wouldn't have… an energy source for our grand salvo, and the Foundation would just be pissed. This is a game of planning and waiting, after all, as well as setting bets far into the future. POI-6883: Waiting, and waiting, and waiting… huh. You always made me wait, ever since we found each other as you ran away from your blazing village, Gregor. Those beetles - the Scarabei - were really a blight on the world, and it seems that based on your dreams and fabricated memories, they really got lodged into your mind. Then we separated, you know? Administrator: I… ahh, I don't exactly know anymore. The stunts I pulled with my mind aren't particularly, well, good. POI-6883: Haah, it's fine, it's fine. Then you joined Aviatica - full of journalists who knew nothing better to do but want a better world by releasing the truth. You instead had to worry about your backs being shot by mooks, and nothing of actual note, aside from the stunts, happened. Then I had you got to the Foundation as a final measure - I do apologize for perverting your ideals as a journalist. But it was all for a chance to see if you can still fix the world, and for the sake of finding Uomino, that abomination. Ahh, I really forced a lot on you, haven't I? Still, you really… changed. Like a bleakened moth coming out of its cocoon. Administrator: Nah… <Sighs.> It's, it's fine, Crea. You don't need to worry too much about that. Anyway, since our last… trial, no, test has failed, well, it's time to draw the conclusion. We will head to the forest using a Way I know in Venice. Then, we will proceed with the plan. POI-6883: Ah, first thing. The Verwandlung. You haven't forgotten it, right? The Administrator turns to POI-6883, appearing shocked for a few seconds, although they gradually relax. Administrator: Is it… is it really needed? POI-6883: Of course. You can't brace the full brunt of my capabilities, after all, even if you are already an Administrator. <Chuckles.> Administrator: Ahhh, alright, alright. I won't… I won't budge from it now, especially if it's the only way remaining… one last thing. POI-6883: What's it? Administrator: After implementing the Emergence all over humanity, are you sure you can make everyone at least happy, especially at work? POI-6883: Hmnnn… of course. We nature goddesses don't renege on decade-old promises. A pentagram then manifests, with the Administrator and POI-6883 inside. POI-6883 hands over their eyeglasses to the Administrator, as several appendages sprout from their back The skin begins to turn brown and flake up, as they then devour the Administrator. A mass of bones, skin, and tissue are left behind. POI-6883, now fully identical to an SCP-6883-1 instance aside from being 23 times the size, begins to amble forward; the vision of Site-354 collapses, reverting the surroundings into the medieval-style room. The abdomen of POI-6883 begins to inflate, causing the carapace to crack and leak fluids. Several cockroach swarms now appear at this point, surrounding POI-6883. POI-6883's ootheca sac drops from its abdomen after leaking several liters of black and green fluid. This also causes an influx of eggs, one of which hatches into a white nymph, whose rapidly growing size is comparable to POI-6883's. It molts several times in a span of minutes, with the instars, or intervals in between, only taking 30 seconds at most. The logos of Aviatica and the SCP Foundation appear on its mature carapace. A massive rumbling can be heard, as SCP-6883-2 manifests in front of the two, which then promptly board it. At this point, the data recorders in the Administrator's mind cease to function after the stress of the metamorphosis. End Log [ - | PSYCH-6883-01] SCP-6883 Mandate of the Foundation Several cockroach swarm attacks were then reported near the forest in extranormative space, with the loss of approximately 95 percent of all who have made it their abode. According to monitoring stations near the field of names, a 20km wide, 150m-tall castle, referred to as SCP-6883-2, has manifested, with approximately 4,300,000 cockroaches of varying sizes enabling it to levitate. above the greeneries in the chimneys. Meanwhile, the socialites of the grounds attempted to evacuate from the SCP-6883-1 instances, although they incurred losses up to 90 percent. Thaumaturgic presence in the no man's farland have dropped to negative levels - thaumaturgic responders have reported the loss of function with most of their equipment, as well as significant transformations of several MTF forces accompanying them into SCP-6883-1 instances. It is hypothesized that significant levels of thaumaturgic energy have been obtained from the the stacks of greeneries. After destroying the crux of the meadows, SCP-6883-2 has moved towards Venice in the span of two weeks. It then fixed its location, hovering over the city. Three days after the disappearance of the Administrator, 80 percent of all Foundation Sites worldwide around the world lost contact with SCiPNet, following reports of destruction due to thousand-strong cockroach swarms. Physical entry into the Sites has been practically rendered impossible due to dense foliage, barriers composed of cockroach carapaces, and castle-like edifices. Meanwhile, all of the O5 Council members, save for O5-13, are reported as missing. Five days afterward, a Foundation Class-1 mandate was signed by the Ethics Committee. The mandate, announced globally through public and Foundation's channels, is provided below: [ + | MANDATE-6883-01] [ - | MANDATE-6883-1] EMBRACE EMERGENCE We represent the SCP Foundation, once dedicated to the mere goal of containing and studying anomalies and related phenomena. However, upon further introspection, the Foundation is now focused on featuring the real nature of everyone - human or not - and society - happiness. Currently, the Foundation is setting up Provisional Sites, as well as mobile platforms, for transforming members of society into more productive, livelier, and happier lives with their emotions in mind. All citizens, including Foundation personnel, are welcomed. Communication is encouraged between all involved sectors - let us just introduce ourselves to one another with our real selves - even if our selves will become nameless in the future as time clangs against our mediocrity and bureaucracy - and we will work together for the future of all. The Foundation flies and dies in the darkness for you to live happily in the light. - The Administrator. Secure. Contain. Protect, for a Better Future. [ - | MANDATE-6883-1] Following this announcement, the Foundation has redesignated SCP-6883 as Thaumiel. Foundation Collapse Report Only 12 percent of all active Foundation assets can combat SCP-6883. Led by O5-13, they evacuated to Switzerland, alongside members of Aviatica, led by Mr. K. Major Sites, such as Site-19, Site-24, and Site-120, are now compromised. Following the Foundation announcement, approximately 124,562,000 individuals worldwide, all of whom suffer from varying levels of depression and harbor feelings of mediocrity, have approached Provisional Sites set up by the Foundation over the past month to turn into SCP-6883-1 instances after undergoing thaumaturgic psychological techniques. Analysis has only revealed that most of these individuals are only mildly affected by Foundation memetic agents and have come by their own volition. Meanwhile, more aggressive campaigns by the Foundation are focused on providing relief and purpose to citizens by turning them into highly-coordinated SCP-6883-1 instances. Afterward, these individuals are released back to their ordinary environments, with memetic agents normalizing their appearances. They display heightened levels of happiness, optimism, and productivity at work. At the start, approximately 98,000 SCP-6883-related accidents occurred worldwide due to the lack of familiarity with cockroach-based functions. 11 Foundation Sites were then forcibly occupied by SCP-6883-1 instances, resulting in the release of 235 anomalies, all of which turn into deformed SCP-6883-1 instances. Due to freed Keter anomalies, many parts of the Americas and Asia have been obliterated. However, the world's population has not reacted negatively to the released entities or the incidents, and instead cheer and continue their daily routines. Notice from O5-13 The following message is the transcript of O5-13's emergency declaration following the near total collapse of the Foundation. We are the last foundations of the Foundation, but we still have a plan. We will fight for humanity's form, this time with their happiness in mind. We will commence Operation UOMINI to revive SCP-6883-3, also known as "Uomino". All remaining thaumaturgic personnel and equipment of the Foundation are to be immediately transported to Site-354 and the Alpine outposts to commence preparations for channeling conduits into SCP-6883-3. "Man In High Castle" Report Approximately 81 percent of humanity has been converted into SCP-6883-1 instances, with record-high advances in workplace productivity, scientific progress, and quality of life, according to a Foundation update report released by the Ethics Committee. Meanwhile, the Foundation and Aviatica has launched an expedition to Venice, in hopes of luring the Administrator to Bolzano or the Western Alps in order to initiate Operation UOMINI. O5-13 was included in the roster for the expedition after the development and successful testing of the V-2 Eckernacht Noospheric Apparatus, a cerebral microchip which allowed for telepathic communication with other individuals. They were chosen due to their familiarity with the Administrator, lessened hostility of SCP-6883-1 instances in their vicinity, and augmented flight capabilities. [ + | OPERATION UOMINI] [ - | OPERATION UOMINI] Begin Log Personnel Involved: Sandford Gregorius (SCP-6883-Ω), O5-13, Mr. K With the help of MTF Lambda-12 ("Pest Control"), MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), and MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters"), an opening for O5-13 and Mr. K. was created to reach the bottom of the central spire of SCP-6883-2 and enter it. Using preliminary data obtained by Aviatica and the surviving members of the residents of the land of green crucibles, they head down to the control room. Surveillance drones and data recorders attached to one of O5-13's compound eyes capture the interior of SCP-6883-2. Its walls are lined with the imagery of the following: a doctor prying out a tooth, red threads wrapped around a man, a serpentine-like entity carrying koalas, a man with a bird hat, a large clockwork machine, and a rebar sculpture. Further murals in the upper levels display images of the Foundation and Aviatica logos and anomalies. There are images - a sheaf of papers, seven moons on the night sky, a telephone on a table, a manor, and several doves flying in the air. Foundation wartime sirens echo throughout SCP-6883-2. Mr. K and O5-13 repel the attacking SCP-6883-1 instances as they run through the corridors. Several instances are benign and raise all of their legs as a sign of surrender. A few protect smaller instances. Mr. K, sighing and looking around, activates their PenShield. They soon arrive at a wide octagonal room at the top of the tower - it has a single door. O5-13: behind you k there's some roaches comin <Mauls one of them, as K shoots the incoming SCP-6883-1 instance.> Mr. K: Alrighty, here we go. Now, it seems that Gregor holed up in this place as a sort of final fortress, so we'll not know what kind of fuckery he has in store here. O5-13: <Sighs.> gregor prepare yourself. <Takes out a C4 amplified with a reality anchor and places it near the door.> Mr. K: Oi, Harold, the hell are ya holdin'? O5-13: isnt the policy to go have a blazing entrance Mr. K: Look, those guys inside would be alerted. Much better to attack in silence, ya know? Mr. K hits the door, which then promptly activates a computerized voice, introducing itself as LIBERA. LIBERA: Please answer the following question. "When does freedom ring?" O5-13: Hmmnn…? LIBERA: Well, well, well. <Sighs, and smokes a cigarette.> Good ol' Gregorius still hasn't forgotten his roots, after all, so he's still human in a weird sort of way. Judging from our memories back at Milan, Moscow, Medellin, Manila… O5-13: something based on his experiences from things like the aviatican crisis of 2001, i suppose? no, more like how he would think when it comes to these sort of things, and i remember him thinking like ya'… Mr. K: <Frowning.> Well, let's try this. "Freedom rings with a blazing entrance." <Sticks another C4 on the door, and signals O5-13 to run for cover, as he leaps away from the door with PenShield at maximum power.> LIBERA: Access approved. Mr. K: Eh? Reality instability levels begin to spike, with Mr. K's and O5-13's Scranton Reality Anchors breaking apart. Their weaponry and most equipment, save for their armor, also demanifest. They are transported to a replica of the Site-19 Pavilion, which is generally reserved for spatial entities. Kant levels indicate that they are now out of phase with baseline reality. Administrator: Yo, Harold and K. The Administrator's appearance is a mix of cockroach and human forms, bleeding from several orifices, while a 50-meter-tall, bulging head, with one antenna missing, of a cockroach is located behind him. Mr. K: What a haircut you got there, Gregor. Also, I guess that's Crea at the back? Administrator: I suppose you came here to talk? Also, about Crea, don't talk like that 'bout her, K. She spent everything, banking on this one particular moment to empower the world for everyone for one simple trade-off - and it worked for once. She can only talk, so… if you aren't going to kill us yet, well, let's go talk then. O5-13: not as if theres any choice for us. you stripped us of our weapons after all Administrator: Hahhh… look. We all have our principles. To start, if you weren't interfering, the world would have been much, much, much elevated to a considerably higher state. Look into this vision I prepared for you. Another dimension shift occurs with all the individuals present in the Pavilion. They are transported over landscapes that show scenes from the daily lives of SCP-6883-1 cockroach instances. Note that the words "Scene #X show over each landscape, with X being a number. These scenes are shown as they were in the vision. In Scene #1, Venice is depicted. An SCP-6883-1 instance, garbed only in a hat and burgeoning clothes, can be seen flapping its wings as it uses its appendages to row a gondola. Accompanying it are another instance with only a ribbon on its prothorax, and several smaller instances. The song "Fame un spritz" and "Sarde in Saor" plays in the background. Several Venetian landmarks, such as the Ponte di Rialto and Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari, can be seen in the distance, albeit heavily modified with cockroach iconography. In Scene #9, Site-19 is depicted in the middle of a containment breach involving SCP-682, which is now heavily modified with several antennae jutting out from several parts of its body as well as a flaking carapace. Cockroach swarms and SCP-6883-1 instances acting as Foundation personnel quickly subdue it in a eucalyptol and menthol bath1. Scene #2, meanwhile, shows a normal family of SCP-6883-1 instances, enjoying a dinner of normal human food. The largest instance smacks one of the smaller entities due to its rowdiness. Scene #4 shows Mr. K, the Administrator, O5-13, and Crea having a barbecue party, albeit with all of them now SCP-6883-1 instances. Administrator: Images from the present and the future… or what could happen with our plan to make the world a happier place. Anomalies, even feared ones like 682, can be controlled, while those that escape during Emergence are quickly subdued. Functionality over form, you see. The cockroach head behind the Administrator emits a low-pitch, bellowing sound, but does not move. Administrator: Don't you think it will work now? <Their skin flakes off, revealing a cockroach shell.> A small sacrifice of the human form, for the betterment of the soul, don't you think it's a valid idea? <Several appendages sprout from the arms of the Administrator.> The Foundation, with all of its unethical experiments performed on people like little girls, on the girl who cried pig… cannot sacrifice aesthetics for the sake of peace? Mr. K: There are two problems, Gregor, with your plan. First, it is fuckin' difficult to get a haircut when you are roach, and I like my haircuts. <Taps his visor, which obscures most of his hair and head.> Second, who do you think are, Reporter Gregorius, to think about changing the world? Administrator: Oi, wasn't all Aviatican reporters dreaming of - Mr. K: In a way that makes sense and does not set any nasty precedents for the future Foundation. Imagine losing your human form - aesthetics is not something you should mock, Gregor, just 'cause you are aiming for functionality. Now, considering you made a deal with a goddess from who knows where, then that sets an even more dangerous precedent. You can change the world if you ask the fairies. The Sarkics. The Broken God peeps, and sure, something good can happen if you take the right steps and with the right amount of luck. But who knows if the result, no matter how perfect it is, will work. Hell, even with insane shark punchers, I think the world can change. Can't say whether it will be good though, but I bet 20 bucks that it's much better than roaches. Now, as for your wor… work ethics will change - Administrator: Work ethic, huh… now we're talking work ethics with the admins. Look, that is the point of why I am here in the first - O5-13: gregor let me talk as your friend O5-13: youre burnin way too many bridges here O5-13: its a rash decision too in the end, though i admire that you took decades of planning for it Administrator: Rash decision? Don't screw with me - <Flaps their wings.> O5-13: you always worked alone even with me available for advice O5-13: for 10 years O5-13: no O5-13: 20 whole fucking years O5-13: the foundation was built on the spirit of collaboration Administrator: Hahh? Then what about that social climber, O5-1? O5-13: In your planning wasn't that how you also climbed up ranks O5-13: you never seemed to have friends as a result O5-13: except for those who managed to sneak aviatica in O5-13: as a result you were a workaholic cause how else can you perform O5-13: but you see, there's still a chance for us. for you. for the foundation O5-13: didnt i say that i also wanted to change the world but in smaller, more gradual steps? The Administrator now appears angered, as more of his human skin flakes up. O5-13 and Mr. K back down. However, he then relaxes, with his human appearance quickly returning. Administrator: Thank you for pointing that out… I guess, Harold. But you see… The Administrator quickly reverts to their SCP-6883-1 form. Administrator: That's another thing that I need to do in this new world. I paid too much for this opportunity, K and Harold. Crea too. The dignity of the Foundation. Everything, everything… everything, you see? Mr. K: Oi, that's the sunk cost fallacy, Gregor. One of the first few things we learned at journ school. Administrator: Journ school… do you think it matters now with the administrator of a truth-bending organization. For this new chance for a better world, I'm willing to - Mr. K: I see, so you are prepared to even lose that part of yours. In the end, you know, Gregor <Takes out a Faber-Castell pen from a pencil case.>, if you remove the aspect of a journalist from yourself, don't you think that your actual identity will no longer exist? Think about it. Everything we talked about in these past few days, nay, even 20 years ago, was about you being a journo or you changing the world. Now… I guess you're just a man who blabs about changing the world… but nothing else. Mr. K activates the pen - a disguised Scranton Reality Anchor - warping them back to SCP-6883-2. Then, Mr. K and O5-13 are beset by several cockroach swarms, although they protect themselves via their PenShields. Mr. K: Alrighty. One last thing, Gregor, we and your pal Uomino will be waiting for ya at the Western Alps! Administrator: Uomin…o? Shit, how the hell— Mr. K launches himself into the air with the help of O5-13. His PenShield blocks any attacks from the SCP-6883-1 instances present in the area. He then throws the pencil, which then manifests into a reality anchor. Although the Administrator deactivates the anchor, it paralyzes them and all SCP-6883-1 instances. He lands near the window, signaling O5-13 to come near him. Administrator: Oi, K <Holding the anchor>, it's quite admirable you bypassed my safety checks for anchors via pen but did you just seriously think that this - POI-6883: Idio… take a closer lo— Mr. K: <Salutes towards the Administrator and POI-6883, with their visor shining bright yellow.> Well, as Leggere often puts it, you should always leave a sort of gift at the house of the interviewee, particularly if they are an Otherworlder. Ciao! <Signals O5-13 to leave a drone for documentation, and then escape together. Before that. however, he throws another pen at the Administrator.> After O5-13 and Mr. K have escaped the castle and into Venice, the Administrator looks at the second pen. Their legs lose balance, as the effects of paralysis persist. POI-6883: <Sighs.> A double feint, huh. Well, well, well… that was…. a fine play from your frie… wasn't… it? As for this… well, the good ol' compression trick, huh. Should've… seen it comin'… The pen begins to emit beeping sounds, as Kant levels start destabilizing rapidly around it as the remains of the anchor also react with it. The Administrator is still holding it, however, but they soon emit a shrill scream. The pen shoots up from their hand, emitting red, blue, and yellow powder, before culminating in a nuclear explosion that obliterates the room and destroys the drone. End Log FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE TM-6883 09/15/2025 Timeline Log 6883-01 — BEGIN LOG — 00:00:25 A small mushroom cloud dominates the Venetian landscape, destroying approximately 10 percent of the city. SCP-6883-2 is in a heavily damaged condition, with several spires, battlements, towers, and half of the bailey collapsing after the combination of the Aviatican nuclear pen attack and the reality anchor. Mr. K, seated on O5-13, is escaping from SCP-6883-2 with multiple cockroach swarms in pursuit. Telemetry data indicates that they are heading towards the Western parts of the Alpine Mountains. 00:05:16 A large, cockroach-like entity, designated SCP-6883-Ω, with deep gashes, manifests from the ruins of SCP-6883-2. It sports long trails of cockroach carapaces attached to its body. Mechanical tubing, wiring, cables, and tubes protrude out of its mesothorax and abdomen. Half of its prothorax, which corresponds to the head, is missing. Several florae, such as palm trees, azalea, and lilac, are rooted in the carapace. It then emits a shrill, hissing sound recorded to reach 140 decibels by an automatic Foundation outpost. 00:15:21 Via somersaults and dives, O5-13 and Mr. K evade the cockroach swarms, although one of the cockroaches stabs a leg into the arm of Mr. K. before being terminated. Meanwhile, reinforcements from the Alpine Squadron have arrived, firing a barrage of missiles that slow down SCP-6883-Ω, severely damaging it. Meanwhile, Aviatica's SCP-5630 instances, which are thaumaturgically-enhanced bird drones, commit diving attacks on SCP-6883-Ω, delivering bombs. When severely damaged, they crash themselves into the now-bleeding carapace. They also explode into a black, sticky fluid upon contact with SCP-6883-Ω. The fluid has massively slowed down the entity due to its hardening properties. Through time sinks and portable reality anchors, O5-13 and Mr. K manage to accelerate further. 00:26:21 Operation UOMINI Mission Control in Site-354 notifies O5-13 and Mr. K via noospheric links that 10 more minutes are needed to distract SCP-6883-Ω. At this point, Site-354 now loses significant amounts of energy. A black-out is expected after 10 minutes. Meanwhile, a combination of the Foundation and Aviatican dive-bombing attacks have crippled two legs of SCP-6883-Ω. However, 10,000-cockroach-strong swarms, several of which bear the Foundation logo, counter them. 00:32:16 Several missiles and nuclear weapons originating from the Austrian border, most likely due to the assimilated German branch, arrive at Site-354. These weapons are terminated via the still-functional PENTERN system along the Alps, although two of them hit Sites-350 and 352. Thaumaturgic mages not assigned to energy diversion repel the swarms of SCP-6883-1 instances via Ways and railguns. 00:40:51 O5-13 and Mr. K, now heavily injured, continue to resist the onslaught of SCP-6883-1 instances. As Mr. K's arm is no longer capable of wielding the gun, O5-13 has them rest and hang onto the carapace. O5-13 then wields a Gatling gun via its appendage, firing at the SCP-6883-1 instances while executing aerial maneuvers. 00:46:11 Mission Control announces that it is now operating at emergency power. Operation UOMINI is considered a success, and every involved Foundation and Aviatican asset retreat to designated safehouses. A massive rumbling then begins as parts of the Austrian Alps crumble. SCP-6883-3 is now active. Formerly a pile of blocks and remains that assembled upon sufficient energy diverted to it, SCP-6883-3 is a 100-meter-tall humanoid entity, with distinctive 'hat' and 'cane' portions. It is primarily composed of a mix of mechanical and organic materials. Steam rises from several holes in its body while gears and twines operate to maintain body rigor. A loud beeping sound, followed by bird chips, originates from the upper portion. SCP-6883-Ω emits a shrill hiss as it flaps its wings and crashes into SCP-6883-3 to engage it. 00:56:11 SCP-6883-3 and SCP-6883-Ω viciously fight. SCP-6883-3, recovering from the battering ram attack earlier, knocks its cane into SCP-6883-Ω's compound eyes, which then shine from yellow to red. Meanwhile, SCP-6883-Ω stabs its appendages into SCP-6883-3's hat, tearing it, although SCP-6883-3 responds with a kick into SCP-6883-Ω's anal cercus. SCP-6883-3 launches a volley of punches and kicks, half of which SCP-6883-Ω counters. As a result, SCP-6883-Ω's head bursts into pieces, although it continues to live and attack with substantial power. 01:03:21 Retaliating, 100,000-member-strong cockroach swarms bind SCP-6883's legs, causing it to crash into mountains. Its facade is chipped away by dive attacks and acidic secretions, although it soon recovers. Meanwhile, a massive pentagram, composed of SCP-6883-1 instances, manifests on the horizon. It launches projectiles similar to a cockroach nymph, pummeling SCP-6883-3. The fight continues for 30 more minutes until SCP-6883-3 begins to collapse and disassemble. Meanwhile, SCP-6883-Ω leaks massive amounts of blood while its organs, such as the gastric caecea and the esophagus, have detached. However, it continues to move towards Site-354, emitting shrill cries. Aviatican and Foundation flight assets continue bombing it. 01:27:59 On the verge of defeat, SCP-6883-Ω launches a 500km-wide pentagram into the sky, reviving all SCP-6883-1 instances neutralized by Foundation and Aviatica. However, most of these instances no longer attack and appear to act independently from SCP-6883-Ω. 01:35:59 The now-exposed heart of SCP-6883-Ω contains the mutated, half-cockroach body of the Administrator. O5-13 and Mr. K leave their outpost to attack it, claiming to know the most effective means of neutralization. Upon arrival, they throw a modified reality anchor into it, shifting the three of them into a virtual landscape. — END LOG — O5-13 and Mr. K manifest one hour later, unconscious. The following data was then obtained from O5-13's noospheric recorder. The recorder's organization of data is preserved in the following transcript, which is only composed of flashing text and sounds. FILED UNDER DOCUMENT TYPE NM-6883 09/15/2025 Noospheric Recorder Log 6883-01 — BEGIN LOG — Sound of shuffling papers and a printer in operation. gregor: Oi, Ka [[inaudible]], fix this news headline for me. We won't make it in time for our schoolpaper's deadline. ka: <Sounds of sipping and crinkling plates.> Can't people who wanna change the world do something as simple as fitting five words instead of nine into a headline? Don't you think he's an idiot, harold? harold: shut up for a moment. it's already difficult enough to layout the front page of our newspaper gregor: Oi, Ka, are you - <inaudible> Ka: why the hell are you all here too? you lot werent reacting back then. GREgor: part-time jobs aren't easy to pass up for this thing. plus, its journo, so why not? HARold: <Chuckles.> oi, gregor, don't tell me you're doing this for that girl under the tree? last time she extorted for like, 150 boyo. Wampipti pesos, boyo. Don't tell me that in the future youre gonna be paid 150 for stupid shit like saving the - GREgor: look, it's just 150 pesos. It's not as if it will multiply - <inaudible> harOLD: ahh, this news article is so stupid to write. gregor, lemme have a sip of that pepsi kA: go buy one yourself. its just a bit over that block greGOR: <Chuckles.> looks like he got his ass welded into his chair harOLD: all of our asses are welded on these chairs and our lips on the laptops trying to publish a new volume for whoever is our audience. how the hell can we live a college life with this - [[inaudible]] A Czech graduation song plays in the background. KA: now were all finished with college hahahaha lets go to the shop to celebrate GREGOR: ahh wait HAROLD here still has to bust his ass confessing to that chick from brno HAROLD: oi, oi, oi, dont you think you also have something to say to marina over there KA: <Chuckles.> ahhh. look at these nerds trying to confess. alrighty, time to get kicked in the ass bois [[Sounds of protest. After a few seconds, it becomes inaudible.]] The Aviatican work anthem, "To Let Freedom Wing", plays. K: now now now in this stunt you have to follow the instructions given by leggere or else we gonna turn into birds at the end of this parade Gregor: its not bad to be a duck or an owl you know Harold: a goose would do well too i think. <Chuckles.> K: haahh you guys really aiming to be birds huh. you two are holding your signboards wrong Shuffling papers. K: this is it, i guess? Sandford Gregorius: …i fucking failed bigtime… you two. carry on for me. i have reverted everything else for ya. humanity's gonna be back on its own two feet. no longer roaches. carta blanca. i suppose it would be rude Harold Svoboda : …alright. i suppose its also almost time now. gregor - you said it earlier. you wanted the death of a journalist, right? Sandford Gregorius: yea… not as an administrator. not a roach K: alright. goodbye <Sound of a gun being loaded and fired.> A few seconds pass. Sandford Gregorius: you idiot you misfired now the wall with the pretty flowers is wrecked K: huhh. you wanted me to give you that feeling of being shot back at milan, right? think, gregor, think about the phrase 'feeling only'. Sandford Gregorius: ahh. i guess you're right… im sorry, K, harold. we made some stupid decisions back then, but mine alone messed up everything. K: i have a lot of things to answer for too you know. especially that time in the castle where i spewed nasty shit. ya see, i wasnt even correct. even if you only started with being a 'journalist' or someone who wanted to change the world, im very wrong in saying that you were only those things. i guess your experiences really molded you into what you are now. an idiot <Chuckles.> Sandford Gregorius : k you goddamn bastard. anyway… don't sweat that out. anyway, next time we meet Harold Svoboda: hmm? Sandford Gregorius: make sure to provide me a new volume, new edition of aviatica and the foundation inquirer. at least give me the news if you change the world or something Sandford Gregorius: three guys with different ways of changing the world, yet nothing happens and the worlds still a stupid world. but you guys are still here, so maybe it aint a stupid worl - ahh, im wrong. please forgive me. K: this idiot… ya really need to rest now. your deadlines passed, but ours havent Harold Svoboda: when we pass it, we're ready to tell ya what happened. hell, the likes of ya might even interfere hahahah Sandford Gregorius: hahh. alright then, im signing off. you guys take the coms <A pen's nib breaking can be heard.> — END LOG — [ - | OPERATION UOMINI] In the aftermath, O5-13 is declared as the new Administrator, with Aviatican officers helming the O5 Council. Due to SCP-6883-Ω's death, neutralization of SCP-6883 is observed, with individuals in Northwest Italy and Austria gradually returning to their human forms. A worldwide return to the human form is expected after three months. Footnotes 1. Active components of products like Listerine, often touted as a cockroach remover. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6883" by Veralta, Luke mcDonut, & TheBoxOfFun, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6883. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6884

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 close Info X By OzzyLizard. Thanks to Jack Waltz and Dr Shoulder for some crit. More by this author: >>AUTHOR PAGE!!<< Image Credits: Beast - Dales and Jaguar BigCatsUK - Here Enjoy! :) Item#: 6884 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Photograph depicting an SCP-6884 instance. Special Containment Procedures: Reports of abnormally large black felines, canids or other similar fauna roaming the British Isles are to be investigated by Foundation agents integrated into local law enforcement. Following confirmation of SCP-6884-related origin, Mobile Task Force Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”) are to be dispatched in an attempt to terminate or capture the wild instance for long term housing and study at Site-44’s Cryptozoological Research Wing. In the event that the sighted instance is unable to be located, seismic imaging should be utilised to locate any unnaturally occurring cave systems in the region. Upon discovery, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) are to enter these caverns in order to pursue the fleeing SCP-6884 instance or uncover an SCP-6884 brood. An amateur flier referencing SCP-6884. Description: SCP-6884 is an unidentified subterranean species of mammal bearing resemblance to members of the genus Panthera1 while possessing some characteristics of the Caniformia2 suborder. The species’ primary anomalous quality is the ability to forcibly create caverns and fissures in rock, often resulting in lengthy passageways and cave systems with which to reside within and raise young. This capability appears to necessitate a significant amount of energy from SCP-6884 and hence is used sparingly, usually as a flight response. It is believed that SCP-6884 instances spend around half of their life within caves, emerging only to hunt during nocturnal hours; a lifestyle likely responsible for their primarily black colouration. Once on the surface, instances are likely to consume sheep or infant cattle alongside collecting resources to construct elaborate dens. Predation upon human subjects remains incredibly rare, with only 3 reported attacks since 1990. SCP-6884’s population size is undetermined, though is believed to comprise of at least 150 individual members spread across Britain. While the species remains at large, their low frequency, generally elusive nature and the ease of public containment efforts has resulted in a Euclid classification level as opposed to other alternatives.3 History & Folkloric Significance: Encounters with large cats in Britain date back to around 1,000BC, whereby Celtic warriors and farmers shared tales of supposed battles with SCP-6884 broods that would steal young rams from their flocks. Over time, Celtic inhabitation of the British Isles saw a purging of the species’ numbers due to their threat posed to livestock and may be the reason for development of their reclusive nature. In the modern era, the majority of surviving instances are situated in the South of England, with 676 reported sightings in the county of Devon between 2004 and 2005. SCP-6884 is most commonly known for its heavy presence in Bodmin Moor, Dartmoor, Exmoor and Mossmoor respectively; this distribution has been attributed to the aforementioned areas’ limestone-based rock composition which is softer and hence easier to manipulate than typical stone while maintaining the integrity to support lengthy cave systems. Public belief of SCP-6884 is widespread in their inhabited areas, though due to the species’ outwardly non-anomalous nature and tendency to flee once sighted, this has not been deemed a threat to secrecy or the Veil at large. Addendum 6884.1: Investigation Although the Foundation suspected the presence of an anomalous big cat species in Britain since the 1970s due to their heavy presence in local culture, SCP-6884’s existence was only proved in late 2011 in an investigation prompted by the Cryptozoology Division. Following approval, a pair of Site-44 agents were dispatched to assess the validity of claims surrounding SCP-6884. The results of the investigation can be found in the following: POI Interview 6884 “Alpha” Hide Date: 20/05/2011 Location: The Black Ram Pub, Mossmoor, Somerset Interviewed: POI-6884-1, Chris P. Fisher (Local Farmer) Interviewer(s): Agent Carter & Operative Johnson Foreword: The following interview as conducted in-person at The Black Ram, a popular local pub and inn. Unaware of the proceeding conversation prior, A. Carter and O. Johnson had been tracking Mr Fisher for weeks prior in the belief that he had encountered an SCP-6884 in his past. [BEGIN LOG] Mr Fisher is sat at a table at the edge of the bar, alone, staring at a collection of photos on the wall. Carter and Johnson enter equipped with convert audio recording equipment. A. Carter: Hi! Are you Chris? POI-6884-1: Uh, yeah. Do you need something? A. Carter: Only if you’re free at the moment. POI-6884-1: I’m free. A. Carter: Great. Me and my associate are currently working on the production of a documentary surrounding British legends and folklore. We’ve been speaking to some locals and, well, we were wondering if you’d help us with any insight into a local cryptid story? POI-6884-1 remains silent for several seconds. POI-6884-1: Um, sure. What exactly is it that you’re interested in? A. Carter: We’re researching rumours of a… unique species of panther in England. POI-6884-1 again falls silent, seemingly in thought. POI-6884-1: Who told you to come to me about this? O. Johnson: That’s irrelevant. Many eye witness reports claim to sight the creatures, only to seemingly disappear when visual contact is lost — even for a moment. A. Carter: I wouldn’t expect any payment if you won’t talk. Agent Carter gestures to a briefcase. POI-6884-1: Fine. (Heavily sighs) It was 3 years ago, I’d just gone to Mossmoor market to pick up some animal feed, new equipment, stuff like that. I was in my pickup truck heading back to the farm and it was late evening so visibility wasn’t great but wasn’t terrible. To get back to my farm I had to drive along some rural roads, past the moorland just south of here, and I’d just turned off when I looked to my left. It was right there; out on the moor. Clear as days. A gigantic… black animal in the distance. (Stutters) I had no idea what I was seeing. It didn’t even move, just watched my truck. I looked at it and… it looked back at me with… those luminous yellow eyes. I sat there utterly dumbfounded, or terrified, until I passed a hedgerow and when I looked back it’d gone in an instant. (Sighs) I stopped the truck and walked to the spot where it was. Saw a trail of footprints leading to that area, but nothing leading away. Don’t think I left my property for weeks after that. A. Carter: Intriguing. Have you had any other encounters with big cats? POI-6884-1: Oh, (Chuckles) I wouldn’t call it a cat. It’s body was feline, yes, but it’s head was more like that of a dog’s — and it’s eyes were… something else entirely. A. Carter: If you don’t mind me asking, wh- POI-6884-1: (Trembling slightly) I don’t want to talk anymore. You wanted me to tell you everything I know, and there it was. They sit in silence for one minute before POI-6884-1 speaks. POI-6884-1: (Points at a collection of photos on the wall) You see that? Second from the left. Look closer at the hedgerow. The photograph depicts an expansive pasture in Devon, surrounded by light woodland. A dark shape is visible bordering the farthest hedgerow. POI-6884-1: That image was taken by Charles Wilford in 1998. He lives near Dartmoor National Park. If you want more information, I suggest you speak to him. A. Carter: Thank you for your cooperation, Mr Fisher. POI Interview 6884 “Bravo” Hide Date: 25/05/2011 Location: Wilford Manor, Dartmoor, Devon Interviewed: POI-6884-2, Charles Wilford Interviewer(s): Agent Carter & Operative Johnson Foreword: The following interview was conducted at the personal estate of Charles Wilford due to belief that he had experience with SCP-6884 formerly. [BEGIN LOG] (Agent Carter rings the estate’s doorbell) O. Johnson: How old is this guy? A. Carter: 67. O. Johnson: (Gesturing to the manor) Where’d he make his fortune? A. Carter: Officially, sailing and eventually the boat manufacturing industry according to the Foundation’s database, but we suspect some exploitation of offshore bank accounts in his younger years. O. Johnson: I see. No one checked up on it? A. Carter: No, we need to keep good relations with this guy. He’s useful for sourcing information and resources for the Naval Divisio- The front door opens, POI-6884-2 steps out. POI-6884-2: He-llooo! Who might you be? A. Carter: Hello there! We’re actually agents from local law enforcement and we just want to ask you some questions. Don’t worry, you’re not in any trouble. O. Johnson: (Quietly, out of earshot) Yet. POI-6884-2: Oh, marvellous. Please step inside and get out of the rain! How do you take your tea? Both agents enter the manor where POI-6884-2 directs them to a room containing chairs and tables to rest. He disappears for several minutes while preparing hot drinks. POI-6884-2: Here’s your tea. A. Carter: Thanks, Mr Wilford. Um, is it okay if we begin the interview now please? POI-6884-2: Yes, yes I do apologise, I’m holding you up. What do you want to know? A. Carter: We’re just conducting an investigation into some strange ongoings in the local area. POI-6884-2: Ah, I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific. A. Carter: We’ve had a surplus of accounts of a… well… big cat of sorts loose in the surrounding counties. POI-6884-2 appears surprised and excited. A. Carter: We spoke to a guy in Mossmoor last week and he implied that you’d have some connection to the case. We’re just trying to find some leads. POI-6884-2: (Chuckles) Yes, I was wondering when the Government would finally take my claims seriously! I must say I’ve become rather fascinated by the Beast in my latter years. O. Johnson: The Beast? POI-6884-2: Yes, The Beast of Bodmin Moor, Beast of Exmoor, Puma of Galloway, Phantom Cat of Mossmoor — The Big Cat of Dartmoor. Real anomalies these things. A. Carter: (Chuckles) Yeah. We wanted to know if you’ve ever… maybe seen one yourself? POI-6884-2: Oh, yes a few times actually; we’ve got what I suspect to be a breeding pair in Dartmoor based on… well, only my own suspicions admittedly, but it’s the only explanation for why they’ve been here so long. O. Johnson: Do you have anything to support your claims? A. Carter: Our source from Mossmoor showed us a photo you took in 1998 that he reckoned caught one of the cats in a field nearby here. POI-6884-2: Oh, yes, I do like to dabble in photography every now and again! I’ve got (Stutters) maybe six or seven photos of the cats. Mostly blurry mind you, but there’s a couple of decent ones. A. Carter: Anything besides photos? POI-6884-2: No, unfortunately. The cats are like phantoms — light, fast and utterly silent in their movement and speech. It’s like chasing a shadow. O. Johnson: Speech? POI-6884-2: I’ve sat out in the field where I took that photograph you mentioned for months just waiting to hear any roar or growl that wasn’t from a car engine, but my attempts proved fruitless. I placed a um… (Clicking of fingers and stuttering) trail-cam microphone in my spot and left it alone. One night. That was it. 2AM, it picked up a frequency of around 18 hertz, just out of range of what I could hear.4 Best of all, there were replies. They were talking with each other. A. Carter: I see. Where exactly is this spot of high activity? POI-6884-2: It’s just past ███ █████, about a mile from the brook. A. Carter: Good to know. Thanks, Mr Wilford, you’ve been a great help. Oh, also you might want to expect a visit from some of our friends at Stan’s Cryptid Procurement, they’ll help piece this all together.5 POI-6884-2: I shall look forward to their arrival. Thank you for coming! A. Carter: And thank you for your hospitality and confectioneries, Mr Wilford. [END LOG] Sighting and Capture Attempt 6884 “Charlie” Hide Date: 25/05/2011 Location: Rural Dartmoor, Devon Foreword: The proceeding file is a collaborative compilation of dash cam footage and body-mounted audio/video equipment. Events took place after the conclusion of Interview Bravo, while the pair of agents were in-transit from Wilford Manor. 02:01 AM Having visited POI-6884-2 in the late afternoon, it is now nighttime and raining heavily, creating poor visibility conditions. A. Carter: That’s interesting, though, that the SA-68846 communicate at just under 20 hertz. It’s like they’re specialised to avoid human activity. O. Johnson: Well that’d make sense, wouldn’t it? A. Carter: How so? O. Johnson: Think about it. It’s the late ice age and you’re a species of large cat that can’t get to mainland Europe anymore. After a while, these weird bipedal creatures start to visit; eventually they put two and two together and find out that you’re the one who’s been eating their sheep. Naturally, as we do, we defend our livestock. The cats meanwhile suddenly have people throwing sharp sticks at them and, rightly so, they adopt a way of communication that won’t say “hey look over here I’m gonna eat all of your lamb-” A large black mass runs in front of the car, being caught briefly in the headlights before scampering into a nearby meadow. A. Carter: Woah, what the heck! Carter slams his foot on the brakes. O. Johnson: Wh- The pair sit in silence, the only noises audible being the heavy rain and windscreen wipers. O. Johnson: Check the dash cam. They briefly check the recording, which captures a quadrupedal black animal in possession of luminous yellow irises. A. Carter: Call Gamma-4, we’ve got to be quick. 02:18 AM Following the swift arrival of MTF Gamma-4, the SCP-6884 instance enters a nearby forest, forcing mobile containment personnel to continue on-foot. A. Carter: Johnson and four other guys follow me, everyone else try to come in on either side. Gamma-4 relays the command. The overhead helicopter illuminates the forest and fires neon-coloured darts towards the instance, striking its tail and allowing it to be more easily visible. While a squad of MTF Gamma-4 group with the agents, other operatives travel on either side in an attempt to instigate a horseshoe manoeuvre and surround the instance. The entity is semi-visible due to overhead lights and the containment team’s torches. A. Carter: EITS, how are we doing on thermal imaging? EITS:7 Maintaining a steady vector at around 10 metres from the target. It isn’t turning now that you’re fanned out. A. Carter: How much forest has it got left? EITS: Two miles. There’s a clearing with a ridge coming up so you could try to close in soon. After 2 minutes, the aforementioned area is reached. Spread-out operatives begin to tighten formation. G4-11: Ridge reached, closing in. The anomaly slows as it approaches the clearing. It ceases movement in the glen’s centre, seemingly searching for an escape route. A. Carter: (Shining flashlight at the position, followed by the helicopters’ search lights. No entity is present.) What the- Upon investigation, a crack in the ground is slowly filling in with dirt. A. Carter: Do we have a low-pitch mic on us? G4-1: Sure. Agent Carter places the instrument at the ground. It measures a sound of ~20 hertz frequency. O. Johnson: Damn. G4-1: Get the Rats. 03:04 AM Following a seismic scan, Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) were called upon to conduct an exploration of a large cave system located below the containment teams’ position. Explosives are utilised for access to the caverns. Z9-1: Flashlights on guys. Gamma-4, stay where you are in case the anomaly attempts to exit again. G4-1: Will do. Zeta-9 enter what appears to be a passageway, stretching downwards at a gently sloping angle. They descend. Z9-7: So this is how they’ve been hiding. Z9-2: Maybe. We still haven’t got any real information on the species, which is why we’re here — Command requested that we try to capture any instances alive for study if possible. You speak about them like you know something, Dash 7? Z9-7: Not much really, but my mum lives in Somerset and she’ll swear on her life that these cats ate her terrier. It’s common knowledge that they’re out here. Z9-2: All the more reason to- The sound of snarling and hissing are audible; presumably the result of a skirmish. Z9-2: Sounds like the system opens up further down, get ready to switch from torchlight to night-vis. 3 minutes pass. Zeta-9 reach the termination point of the tunnel, ending in an expansive chamber at 90 meters below the surface. Remnants of surface-level materials adorn the floorspace. Z9-2: (The skirmish is still heard, now audibly louder and closer) What is going on? Z9-1: We’re coming to another corridor. Everyone follow behind me, feet silent, weapons ready. Dancing yellow lights can be seen emanating from the next columned chamber, which seems to be the source of the uproar. Upon inspection, a group of approximately 15 SCP-6884 instances are present, with 2 fighting in the room’s centre while others observe, possibly as a part of a dominance display. The SCP-6884 brood are notably identifiable due to their distinctly glowing amber-coloured eyes. Zeta-9 watch silently from the chamber’s entrance, when there is a sudden deeply pitched meowing from behind the Task Force. An infant SCP-6884 stands behind the group, and brushes itself against the Commander, drawing the attention of the adult instances. Z9-1: (Surprised) Ah! Um, where did you- uuuh, Gamma-4, Gamma-4, please be advised we are aborting the mission. Be prepared to tranquillise the targets. G4-1: Targets? [END LOG] In the following events, 15 SCP-6884 members escaped containment via utilisation of their anomalous capabilities, though a single instance was funnelled out of its entryway and captured by the containment team. While under tranquillisation, a specialised containment method was devised in order to limit the entity’s escaping capabilities. Addendum 6884.2: Containment Incident Upon arrival at Site-44, the captured instance was placed within an observation chamber surrounding an aerated water-based suspension mechanism in addition to a floatation device while a more suitable method could be devised. The subsequent log is a recording of the moments prior to the SCP-6884-related incident. INCIDENT 6884-ALPHA Hide Date: 26/05/2011 Location: Site-44, Foulness Island, England [BEGIN LOG] Researcher F. Ozz stands at the observation chamber window whilst a containment member monitors the chamber’s operations. Researcher Ozz: You’re sure there’s no rock or silicate-based products in there? Containment Specialist Green: Absolutely. We’re pretty sure it can only manipulate materials it’s in contact with so we don’t have to worry about anything out here. Researcher Ozz: Good. (Sighs) We’ve suspected that big cats were in Britain for a while but I didn’t think this was how they’d be hiding. Agent Carter enters the room. Researcher Ozz: Ah, Carter! Good to finally have you back. Agent Carter: Good to be back. (Chuckles) Nice containment solution, but what happens when it wakes up? Researcher Ozz: There’s a float and the water’s salty with bubbles so it won’t, well… drown. Agent Carter: Nice. (Visibly confused) I still don’t understand how we managed to find it, I mean me and Johnson were literally talking about how they’re great at hiding and then all of a sudden we’ve got one running straight in front of the car. Researcher Ozz is noticeably intrigued by this statement. Researcher Ozz: They always seem to be sighted from cars. What were you driving? Agent Carter: 2005 Defender. Researcher Ozz: What colour? Agent Carter: Black. Researcher Ozz: I see. Green, could you go and ask Zeta-9-7 which colour car his mother drives? Containment Specialist Green: Umm, sure? Specialist Green leaves the room. Researcher Ozz: Black colouration, purring engine, bright yellow headlights. I wonder if that’s why people keep- An alarm sounds and the sound of gushing water can be heard. Both turn to face the chamber. The SCP-6884 instance’s tail can be seen disappearing into a large hole; its eyes are visible briefly glancing at the two before fleeing. [END LOG] Upon inspection of the containment cell, the following text was etched into the farthest wall: NOT FOLLOW The escaped entity was subsequently neutralised by on-Site security after living in the water system for three days — it and its undiscovered newly developing fetus can now be found in Cryogenic Storage Locker 089. Keter reclassification is pending. Footnotes 1. Colloquially known as big cats. 2. An order containing dogs, wolves and foxes. 3. Now pending reclassification following Incident 6884-Alpha. 4. The average human ear can register sound between 20 and 20,000 hertz. 5. “Stan’s Cryptid Procurement” being a group of Cryptozoology Division personnel under the guise of a cryptid-research company whom acquired copies of all SCP-6884-related images within Wilford Manor. 6. “Suspected Anomaly” being a placeholder prior to confirmation of anomalous nature. 7. An abbreviation for “Eyes In The Sky”

SCP-6885

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SCP-6885-1, taken from recordings produced by Researcher August Item #: SCP-6885 Special Containment Procedures: The beaches bordering the town of Baymonte View, Virginia, are to be patrolled by a rotating staff of no less than two Foundation guards at any given time, to prevent and catalog any unintentional or purposeful entries into SCP-6885. Description: SCP-6885 is an extra-dimensional space consisting of a narrow and seemingly endless beach, surrounded on either side by two oceans. The true size and length of the beach are currently unknown, as well as the nature of its two oceans. It is also currently unknown how one gains access to this anomaly, as the Foundation's only account of an entry into the space was unintentional. Foundation staff tasked with researching the anomaly theorize that there may be several specific steps one must take in order to gain access to the anomaly. However, Foundation agents assigned to SCP-6885 have yet to uncover these theoretical steps. SCP-6885 also houses one additional, sub-anomalous entity. A Limulus Polyphemus (Atlantic horseshoe crab) capable of speech and, according to reports, significantly larger than average members of its species. SCP-6885 was discovered by Researcher August during a short sabbatical in Baymonte View. She was found by civilians wandering the beaches with no memory of the past day or her time spent inside of the anomaly. On her cellphone were several recordings and one picture. The recordings were taken by August and serve to document her time spent in the anomaly. They are transcribed below. Recording #1 - Discovery Log Hide When the recording starts, the camera is aimed toward the sand. When August speaks, she sounds out of breath. The sound of gentle waves lapping onshore can be heard in the background. August: -alright. It’s alright. Come on, you know what to do. You know exactly what to do. You’ve been trained for this. Just… just have to remember. Remember what they told you. It’s going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. Just follow the steps… first. The camera flips. August is dressed in an open, short-sleeve button-up with a white tank top underneath and sunglasses resting atop her head. The strap of a small, leather satchel can be seen running across her torso. Behind her, a beach around 46 meters across stretches off into the distance with no beginning or end in sight. Two bodies of water with the appearance of oceans surround the beach on either side. August takes a deep breath. August: My name is July August. I’m a researcher at the SCP Foundation and have been for the past year. I’m currently stationed at Site-78 where I study Type Greens, specifically their numerous manipulations and alterations of baseline reality. Yesterday, I left for an annual three-day trip I take to my hometown of Baymonte View- that’s Baymonte View, Virginia, by the way. I travel back here every year… August trails off. She takes another deep breath. August: …it doesn’t matter. A few hours ago, I was sitting on the beach when I decided that I… that I wanted to take a short walk. So, I started walking. And I walked, and walked, and walked. For hours, I’m guessing. My head just suddenly snapped up, like I… like I was coming out of a trance. I looked ahead and didn’t see any people, so I looked behind me and… there was nothing there. The camera flips as August turns around. August: Well, not nothing. Just… more beach. At first, I thought I’d just walked for a lot longer than I intended to, so I looked to my left for the beachfront houses. Just to see if they could tell me how far I’d walked. August turns the camera to the left, showing the second ocean. August: …and the houses were gone, too. I’ve just been walking on this beach for a while now, I… I don’t really know what to do… The camera flips. August closes her eyes and takes a shuddering breath. August: If I had to guess, I’ve accidentally entered some kind of… anomalous space. An endless beach, or… or a world that’s just sand and water… The edges of her lips twitch. August: …or maybe one of them put me here. Breached containment and I… I don’t know. My phone battery should last a while longer. I’m going to try and send these videos to my work computer, but… I doubt it’ll work. And I doubt anyone’s going to check. For now, I’ll just keep walking and try to document this as best I can- August stops as the camera suddenly jolts to the right, towards one of the oceans. August: Did you… A dark shape slowly appears in the water and starts rapidly moving towards the shore. A Limulus Polyphemus (Atlantic horseshoe crab) emerges from the waves, crawling onto the sand and beginning to walk towards August. It appears larger than any other known species of its kind. The front of the entity’s (SCP-6885-1) body lifts. 6885-1: Hello- The camera turns towards the ground as August begins to run. She runs for approximately 22 minutes before coming to a stop and dropping her phone onto the sand. She puts her hands on her knees, taking in gasping breaths of air. She stands and frantically looks around, paying close attention to the two oceans on either side of her. Immediately, she throws the satchel off her shoulder and drops to her knees, beginning to dig through it. She throws a bottle of sunscreen out and onto the sand. Then a small notebook, a bottle opener, and a pen. Finally, she pulls out a pocket knife. Her breathing quickens as she struggles to open the blade with shaking hands. Suddenly, she drops the knife and cries out. Its blade is coated in blood. August holds her right wrist with her left hand as a gash in her palm drips onto the sand. She begins to hyperventilate. In the ocean closest to her, a dark shape moves towards the shore. August scrambles for the knife, crying out again as she places her injured palm on the sand. She crawls several feet back with the knife in her left hand, pointed towards 6885-1. It emerges from the water. August: STAY BACK, J-JUST GET THE FUCK BACK! DON’T COME ANY CLOSER! 6885-1: Are you alright? Slowly, August lowers the knife. August: …what did you just say? 6885-1 moves forward and August lifts the knife, crawling several more feet back. August: I-I said get away- 6885-1 moves back. 6885-1: I apologize. I just asked if you were alright. August’s breathing begins to slow. August: If I’m… alright? 6885-1’s body moves back and forth in an almost serpentine manner. 6885-1: Yes. I think you cut yourself. Slowly, August lifts her right hand and takes a shuddering breath. She turns to one side and opens her satchel again, looking inside before immediately raising her left hand and pointing the knife at 6885-1. August: Don’t fucking move. 6885-1 does not move. August digs through her satchel and around a minute later, curses and closes it, lifting her head towards 6885-1. Without taking her eyes off it, she places the knife between her teeth and rips a piece of cloth from her tank top. She places the knife on the ground next to her and blows as much sand off the wound as possible before wrapping it in the cloth and tying it in a knot. She picks up the knife and stands. 6885-1: …is that better? August points the knife at 6885-1. August: What are you? 6885-1 sighs. It’s similar to the chittering sound made by some mammals. 6885-1: Is that always the first question you ask when you meet someone? August: Answer. The. Question. 6885-1: I… apologize for being brash. You just scared me a bit. August laughs. August: I scared you? 6885-1: Yes. You are the one currently threatening me with a knife, after all. But, it’s clear I also frightened you quite a bit. So… I apologize for that as well. And to answer your question, in all honesty, I… don’t really know what I am. August: …you’re a horseshoe crab. 6885-1 chitters again. It sounds lighter than before. 6885-1: Yes, I’ve been called that many times before. But it’s like trying to tell the sky it’s called the sky, or the beach it’s called the beach. When there’s only one of something, a name begins to lose its meaning. August: There are literally… thousands of beaches. 6885-1: For you, maybe. August takes a moment to look around at the beach and two oceans. August: Speaking of beaches… August suddenly straightens her arm again, pointing the knife at 6885-1. It moves back slightly. 6885-1: Again with the knife- August: …where the hell are we? 6885-1 begins to answer before August takes a step forward and interrupts. August: …did you bring me here? Did you fucking bring me here?! 6885-1: No, I don’t have that kind of power. I don’t control this place, nor do I control who walks its sand. August: And this place is… August trails off. 6885-1: Home. August keeps the knife pointed towards 6885-1 as she looks towards the ocean behind it. August: So… are there more like you in this place? A… family or something? 6885-1: No, it’s… it’s just me. And the occasional visitor, of course. August begins to lower the knife. August: And what are you called? 6885-1: I’m called whatever the people who visit me here decide to call me. It’s like I said, when there’s only one of something, names begin to lose their meaning. August: So I… I could give you a name? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: If you’d like to. August thinks for a moment before responding. August: …alright then. I’ll call you Dash One. 6885-1: Dash One? August: Yeah. Where I’m from, we… designate things by number and order. And since you appear to be the only creature here… August tightly grips the knife. August: …if you’re not lying to me, that is… then that would make you Dash One. 6885-1: Hm… it’s an interesting name, but I have a feeling it will grow on me. August reaches down and picks up her satchel, putting it over her shoulder. August: Alright then. If you don’t mind, I have some more questions for you, Dash One- 6885-1: What’s your name? August clears her throat. August: …my name? 6885-1: Yes! Unless you don’t have one, like me. In that case, I could give you a name if you’d- August: No no, I have one. I have one, it’s… it’s Dr. August. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Dr. August… okay. It’s nice to meet you! August: …right. Back to my questions- 6885-1: Sure. August pauses. August: …actually- August reaches down and picks her phone up off the sand. The camera flips. August: -I’m going to start a new recording for our interview. So I’ll be back in- The recording cuts to black. Hide Addendum - 1 (Missing Persons): In this first recording, SCP-6885-1 claims that people besides August have gained entry into SCP-6885. This account does corroborate a missing person report filed in Baymonte View several years ago, in which the young man reported missing was found after two days and diagnosed with transient global amnesia by local specialists. However, this is the only account of another situation like August’s occurring in Baymonte View, though SCP-6885-1’s claims have led Foundation staff to believe that this has indeed occurred more than twice. If there are other entry points into SCP-6885, their locations are currently unknown. Requires further investigation. Recording #2 - Interview Log Hide Interviewed: SCP-6885-1 Interviewer: Researcher July August <Begin Log> The recording returns. August places the camera down on the sand, leaning it up against her satchel. She sits down a small distance away so both her and 6885-1 are in frame. The knife rests in her lap. August: Alright. Here’s what we know so far: I’m- 6885-1: I apologize for interrupting so early on, but… could you please put the knife away? It’s making me a bit… uncomfortable. August: I… hm. August very slowly closes the knife and places the folded blade into a pocket on the left breast of her short-sleeve button-up. August: I’m afraid that’s the best I can do. Having it out may make you uncomfortable, but being defenseless in this new place also… makes me a bit jumpy. I figured this is a good compromise. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I completely understand. Thank you. August nods. August: Okay then. So, here’s what we know: I’m in an extra-dimensional, anomalous space in the form of an endless strip of sand between two oceans. The space appears to be home to one other sub-anomalous entity, a horseshoe crab capable of speech. 6885-1: …am I supposed to say something? August continues. August: It claims it cannot control the anomalous space, that it’s just a denizen of it. I may be somewhat new to the Foundation, but I’ve experienced altered reality enough times in my life to know what it feels like to be in an area where reality had been manipulated. This place… feels different than all the rest. Which makes me inclined to believe Dash One. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Thank you- August clears her throat. August: BUT… I can’t be entirely sure just yet. So, let’s get on with the interview. That is if you’re willing to comply. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I’m ready and willing, Dr. August. August nods. August: Perfect. We’ll start with some history. How long have you been here, Dash One? 6885-1 thinks for a moment before responding. 6885-1: It’s… difficult to say. I rise when it’s light and rest when it’s dark. But as you can see, with the beach’s distinct lack of landmarks, it becomes quite the task to keep up with the flow of time. August: Have you ever tried? 6885-1: I did, after first gaining consciousness. But it’s been so long, I… forgot when I stopped. August hums. August: So… it’s fair to say you’ve been here for quite some time. Years, maybe? Decades? 6885-1: If I had to guess, you could count my life in single years. August: Great. So, you just mentioned something about “rising when it’s light, and resting when it’s dark?” It is light out right now, but I… can’t see the sun anywhere in the sky. Could you explain? 6885-1: I really think that’s just a strange quirk of the beach with no real explanation. No explanation I could ever provide, that is. It’s been like this for as long as I can remember. August: …which leads us right into our next question: what is your earliest memory? Despite how long you’ve been here, you should at least have some memories from earlier in your life. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I do. My earliest memory is… of me, gliding along the ocean floor toward shore. August waits for a moment. August: …that’s it? 6885-1: That’s it. I was the same back then as I am now. August: So, your earliest memory is of you fully formed. You haven’t grown at all since then? 6885-1: I don’t think so… but, then again, I have nothing really to measure my growth with. August: …what about the others who have ended up here? Earlier, you said you were the only one here. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Right. August: But you also mentioned “the occasional visitor.” Could you explain that a bit more? 6885-1: Of course. Every once in a while, someone will find themselves on my beach. I usually watch them from a distance for a while before I approach… most of them just run, not unlike yourself. But… you stayed to talk, which I appreciate. Thank you. August: And do you know how those people ended up on the beach? 6885-1: I’m sorry, but I don’t. I always just find them after they’ve already gotten here. August hums. August: I know I asked you this before, but… where is here? 6885-1: I… really don’t know. When you’ve lived in one place your whole life, you never really learn where it stands in the grand scheme of things. August: Haven’t you ever tried just swimming out from shore in a straight line until you find something? 6885-1: I have, it’s just… August waits for a moment. August: …what is it? 6885-1 chitters. It sounds low and dull. 6885-1: I really do think I’m the only thing here. And the thought of missing someone walking the beach always managed to bring me back before I went too far… even if they all just run from me. August: …sounds lonely. 6885-1: It’s alright. I manage. August: So… if you’re the only thing here, how do you survive? 6885-1: I’m afraid I don’t know that, either. I guess I’ve just never really had to worry about dying before. August laughs. August: Must be nice… alright, I’ve got one more question for you. 6885-1: Ask away. August takes a deep breath. August: If you really aren’t controlling this place… do you know how I can leave it? 6885-1 moves slowly back and forth. 6885-1: …I’m sorry, I don’t- August groans and puts her head down onto her lap, grabbing at her hair with both hands. 6885-1: -but, I know people who have left the beach before. August’s head snaps up. August: Really? How? 6885-1: That’s the part I don’t know. But I’ve watched it happen from the water. They’ll be walking along and suddenly they just… fade away. I’m assuming it’s back to where they came from, but… I guess there’s no real way of knowing. August sighs. August: And you know what they say about assuming… 6885-1 waits for a moment. 6885-1: I… I don’t. I don’t know what they say about assuming. August hums. August: So… they just suddenly begin to fade away? Like, vanish? 6885-1: Yes. August: In that case… I guess I really don’t have much of a choice. I can’t just sit here forever. August stands, picks up her phone, and slings the satchel over her shoulder. August: Alright then, Dash One. I’m just… going to keep walking and see what happens. August begins to walk down the strip of sand. 6885-1 follows shortly behind her. 6885-1: Would you… mind if I walked with you, Dr. August? August stops and 6885-1 stops behind her. She thinks for a moment… before sighing, nodding, and continuing down the beach. August: Sure. 6885-1 follows close behind. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #3 - Exploration Log Hide When the recording returns, August and 6885-1 are walking on the beach. It is unclear how much time has passed. 6885-1: …Dr. August, would you mind if I asked you a question? I’ve just… been wondering about this since our interview. August thinks for a moment before shrugging. August: I… I guess not. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Thank you. I’ve just noticed that you’re dressed similar to the other people I’ve seen on the beach and yet… you seem more organized than them. More focused. Why is that? August sighs. August: That’s probably because my life for the past year has been nothing but organization and focus. 6885-1: Hm. I’m guessing it has something to do with your job? With the people you performed our interview for? August: …yeah. You could say that. How could you tell? 6885-1: When you gave me my name earlier, you said that “we designate things by number and order.” I just felt that there was something… a bit larger than life behind that. August nods. August: Well, you’d be right in feeling that way. I’d… rather not get into it all now, but I work for a Foundation that studies things that are out of the ordinary. Things that don’t follow the known laws of our universe. Like you and your home, for example. 6885-1: How do my home and I not follow your universe’s laws? August: Well… I’m sure you’ve heard this all before, but where I’m from, beaches aren’t this long and horseshoe crabs can’t speak… and they’re a bit smaller, I think. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one. 6885-1: How fascinating… and you said you were a doctor at this “Foundation” earlier, right? August slowly nods. August: …right. 6885-1: What kind of medicine would a standard doctor of your profession practice? August: Well, these kinds of doctors don’t typically study medicine. Some do, but only when a certain medicine or disease falls into that category of being considered out of the ordinary. Most of us study different aspects of the anomalous. For example, I study any and all manipulations and alterations of baseline reality. 6885-1 stops. 6885-1: …wha- August: I study places that are out of the ordinary and people or objects with the power to make things out of the ordinary. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: I see. So you thought I was one of those people or objects and that I created the beach. August nods. August: Exactly. 6885-1: And how does one even begin to study a field like that? August: Typically, you’d start by studying how our world functions the way it’s supposed to. If you truly know what laws govern our natural world, you begin to understand how those laws can be bent to their breaking point. 6885-1: That sounds incredibly difficult! …and I can assure you that I am not one of those creatures who hold this power. If I was, I would never be the only one here. August hums. August: I think I believe you… August laughs. August: …or maybe I’ve just finally lost it. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I don’t think you’re crazy for trusting me. August: In my line of work, that thought could get you killed. 6885-1 chitters. It’s low and drawn out. 6885-1: …sounds lonely. August: I manage. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #4 - Exploration Log Hide The recording returns. August and 6885-1 walk in silence for several minutes. It is unclear how much time has passed. 6885-1: …Dr. August? August takes a moment to respond. August: Hm? 6885-1: If your job is to study places like this and creatures like me… then why were you so surprised when you arrived? I would’ve thought that in your field, this is a somewhat common occurrence. August: Well… you wouldn’t necessarily be wrong. Of course, anyone who works for the Foundation is always at risk of the anomalous. It’s just… I’m relatively new to all of this, only a year in. 6885-1: Ah. I see. August: And I didn’t come here on purpose. I wasn’t even working when it happened, it was just… an accident. I didn’t want to end up here. I didn’t want this. 6885-1 doesn’t respond. August sighs. August: Shit. I’m sorry, I… you’ve been very helpful so far, it’s just… this was supposed to be a special time for me. 6885-1: …special how? August: When you work for the Foundation, especially when you’re as new as I am, you don’t get a ton of time off. Only three vacation days a year. I always use those days to travel back to Baymonte View whenever life gets particularly… stressful. And when I got here yesterday, it was because life had gotten particularly stressful. I come because this place is familiar. Relaxing. For me, it’s… it’s home. 6885-1: …oh. August: So to end up in a place like this when the one thing I needed more than anything was familiarity… August trails off. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I understand now. I apologize for bringing it up. August sighs. August: No, it’s… it’s okay. You didn’t know. I’m… sorry I said that. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: It’s alright, there’s no need to apologize. We’re all just trying to make the best of a strange situation. August laughs, softly. August: Ain’t that the truth… August and 6885-1 walk in silence for several more minutes. August: …you know, I actually grew up in Baymonte View. 6885-1: Really? August: Yeah! My parents raised me just a few blocks away from the beach… our beach, I should say. There was only one ocean. 6885-1 looks to its left and right at the two oceans. It chitters. 6885-1: Weird. August: We would go to the beach practically every weekend… some days we would swim. Others, we would just sit and read. Enjoy the sun. 6885-1: So that’s why you come back. To visit your family. August sighs. August: …no, actually. They don’t live in Baymonte View anymore. 6885-1: Hm. Where are they now? …if you’re comfortable sharing. August: Yeah, it’s… it’s fine. They’re… somewhere in South Dakota. 6885-1: …you don’t know where? August clears her throat. August: We… don’t really keep in touch anymore. 6885-1: …oh. I’m so sorry to hear that. August: …yeah. 6885-1: Did… something happen? August: I just… I got the job with the Foundation and, as I said, that keeps me busy pretty much all year round. I can only manage to sneak away for those three days and it’s always to come back here. And the work I do with the Foundation… they can’t know about it. Nobody can, only people the Foundation trusts to welcome into its ranks. If the things we study ever got out into the public, it… it would not be good. Mass hysteria and panic would be the least of our problems. Piles of bodies taller than skyscrapers would probably be closer to the top of the list. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: That sounds like a difficult situation. August sighs and rubs both of her eyes. August: Yeah. It is. 6885-1: And these things you study, the… reality mix- August: Any and all manipulations and alterations of baseline reality. 6885-1: Right. They’re… really that dangerous? August laughs. August: No, they’re worse than dangerous. Trust me, you do not want to know. 6885-1: Yes, I… I don’t think I do. But your parents, what do they think you do every day? August: They think I have some government desk job. And it needs to stay that way. It’s better for them. Safer. 6885-1: But you’re their daughter! Do you really think they care about what’s better or safer for them? August doesn’t respond. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: I apologize. It appears I’ve overstepped- August: What were you going to say? 6885-1: Hm? What- August: I’m pretty sure you were just about to ask a question. I interrupted. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: …oh! Right. I was just going to ask you how somebody gets involved with your particular field. It just seems awfully specific. August: It’s… kind of a funny story. Like I was saying before, I study people with the ability to create things out of the ordinary or make ordinary things out of the ordinary. We call them “reality benders.” 6885-1: Reality benders… August: Yeah. And I became interested in studying them because… well, I met one when I was a child. Right here, in Baymonte View. 6885-1: That must be an amazing story. August: It is… it’s amazing to me. 6885-1: Would you… care to share it? August thinks for several moments before responding. She sighs. August: So, I grew up in Baymonte View with my parents. And growing up in a town right on the beach… you’d think it would be great! …at first. But besides going to the beach, it becomes a bit of a struggle to find things to do. So when looking for more ways to get out of the house and explore a bit, my parents found a small hiking trail through some woods about a 12-minute walk from our house. It seemed perfect… we must’ve walked that trail at least a dozen times. I knew it like I knew the back of my hand, I… August trails off. 6885-1: …are you alright? August clears her throat. August: Fine. It’s just… August laughs. August: Looking back on it, I… never mind. One day, and I was nine years old when this happened, my parents were… working around the house? Doing something, I just remember that they were busy. And I… was bored. I figured since we’d walked the trail so many times before, I could easily do it on my own. It’s funny… when you’re a kid, you aspire to have more responsibility than any one person should. And when you’re all grown up, you wish you had none… like when you were a kid… while my parents were distracted, I put my shoes on and walked out the door. And don’t get me wrong, Baymonte View was a pretty safe town back then, all things considered. But still… a nine-year-old walking down the street alone? I’m almost more surprised that I wasn’t kidnapped. 6885-1: But you weren’t, right? You made it to the trail? August nods. August: I did. And everything was going to be fine… I can’t really remember when it all went wrong. I must’ve taken a wrong turn or missed one of those red markings on the trees that signaled what path the trail followed. The only thing I remember was that all at once, I was struck with a terrifying realization. All the times I had walked this trail, and yet… I’d never really walked its terrain. I’d always just followed my parents as they walked it. A half-hour and several more wrong turns later and the tears began to flow. I had no idea where I was. 6885-1: …that must’ve been really scary. August: It was! It was terrifying. August laughs. August: I remember thinking that if I didn’t make it back before sunset, a monster was going to chase me down and eat me or something… August’s laughter slowly fades. August: …you know, I used to think that thought was ridiculous. Just the fears of a child… 6885-1: …we can stop if you’d like. August takes a deep breath. August: It’s alright. Thank you, though. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Of course. August: Where was I… 6885-1: Lost in the woods. August: Right! I had no idea where I was or where to go and… I started crying. I cried and wandered in that forest for what felt like days. In reality, I’m sure it was only around an hour. But as a kid, time always seemed to move slower. Or maybe it could just never keep up with us… it was after that first hour that I heard him. It started as just rustling leaves behind me and snapping twigs on either side of me, all of which I ran from. In my mind, a snapped twig was a pack of angry wolves on the hunt for its next meal. But eventually… my legs gave out and I was forced to stop. I stopped in a small clearing with a little pond and massive tree that blanketed everything around it in a cool shade. I heard the rustling again, so I hid behind the trunk of the tree, only peeking out every few seconds to see if I could catch a glimpse of whatever this thing in the woods was… and eventually, I did. It was a man. Just… a man. 6885-1: There must’ve been something strange about this man, something that tipped you off that he wasn’t normal? August: Yes… what first struck me as odd was the way he walked. He didn’t move between the trees like I did, no. The trees seemed almost to move around him. Like we weren’t walking through a forest, but the forest just so happened to occupy his space. But… aside from that, he looked entirely ordinary. Dirty blonde hair, if I’m remembering correctly. Normal height and weight, wearing a green jacket, brown pants, and black boots. Like… like someone you’d pass on the street and not even blink at. August laughs. August: What he did next, though… I think that will stick with me forever. I remember… he walked around the clearing for around five minutes, scanning the ground as if looking for something he’d dropped. Finally, he reached down and picked up a small stone, around palm-sized and covered with spots of moss. He carried the stone to the pond and kneeled down at the edge of the water, holding the stone towards the ground. I blinked and… and the stone was gone. In its place was a small, young turtle, around the same size as the stone with a shell covered in spots of moss! The turtle slowly climbed out of the man’s hand and swam into the pond where it vanished under the water’s surface. I let out a small gasp, and… he whipped around and caught me peeking out from behind the tree. 6885-1: Was he angry that you were watching him? August shakes her head, adopting a small smile. August: No… the opposite, actually. He smiled and gently beckoned me forward, out of my hiding spot. I walked out from behind the tree in a strange mix of fear, and embarrassment that I had been caught. He hummed to himself, again turning his focus towards the ground beneath him while I just stood there, unable to move. After a few seconds, he picked up a handful of dead leaves from the dirt and cupped them between his hands. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them… I could hear a soft whistle coming from where the leaves were. He opened his hands and… a small bird flew out! Its feathers were a mix of reds, yellows, oranges, and dark greens. The bird flew from the man's hands and landed on my shoulder. It poked its beak through my hair and nuzzled against my cheek. I laughed and the man laughed with me. The bird chirped and whispered into my ear with the most melodious voice I’ve ever heard… “Are you lost?” “It’s going to be okay.” “You’re doing great!” August falls silent. A few moments later, she continues. August: After around a minute, the bird flew from my shoulder and landed back in one of the man’s palms. He cupped his other hand over the small creature and when he reopened them, a small pile of dead leaves fell to the ground. I laughed and clapped, and the man smiled again and gave me a wink. He pointed towards one side of the clearing, and… there was a path there, leading through the trees. A path that I could’ve sworn hadn’t been there just moments before. The man turned to me and nodded, and I understood with no words spoken that that was the path he wanted me to walk. I nodded back and thanked the man, too young and naive to fully comprehend the gravity of what I’d just seen. The man placed his hands in his pockets and said this: “If you follow the right path… you’ll never be lost again.” 6885-1: And did you? Follow his path, that is? August nods. August: I did. I had walked for around 20 minutes when suddenly, almost as quickly as I had gotten lost… I was out of the forest. Another 12 minutes and I was back at my house. When I walked inside, my mother was sitting at our kitchen table balling her eyes out while my father was on the phone with the police. Apparently, I’d been gone for five hours. I… wasn’t allowed out much for the next few months, and never alone. Especially after telling my parents about the “strange man” I’d met in the woods. August laughs. August: I was too young to understand how that was the last thing a parent wants to hear after their child goes missing… 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Yes, I can see how that could’ve been… distressing. August: Totally. So… yeah. That’s how I became interested in the many manipulations and alterations of baseline reality. 6885-1: Really? Just like that? August: Well… no, I guess not. From that moment on, I… became kind of obsessed. At first, I just wanted to find the man again so I could thank him for his help. Ask him if he could do all of those amazing things for me again… but as I grew older, my obsession slowly spiraled more into how what he did was even possible. I spent practically every waking moment reading everything I could get my hands on, even if I was reading someone’s crackpot internet theories. I put all my energy into academia and eventually… it just paid off. I was approached by the Foundation and offered a job. And… I accepted. With the increased pay, I helped my parents with the move. House became too big for the two of them, I guess. And that… that was the last time we spoke. 6885-1: So, all of your hard work paid off. August: Yeah, it… it did. And after joining the Foundation, the first thing I did was check to see if they had the man I’d met in the forest in containment. They- 6885-1 chitters, interrupting August. 6885-1: Containment? August: Oh, right! Yes, that’s what our Foundation does. We locate places, people, or objects that fall outside of normalcy, contain those things to the best of our ability, and study them so we can better understand how they work. It keeps them safe, as well as the rest of humanity. We die in the dark, so they can live in the light. 6885-1: Hm. Are you… going to contain me? August laughs. August: Maybe, if I knew how I even got here in the first place. But if everything you’ve told me so far is true, I wouldn’t worry too much. You’d most likely be a Safe class anomaly or minor Euclid. Once we discover how people end up here, I have to imagine it would be pretty simple to stop. The most you’d have to put up with is an occasional interview from another Foundation researcher… or a doctor, like myself. 6885-1: Interesting… August: Yeah! And who knows, maybe I’ll even be assigned to watch over you. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: I would enjoy that very much. But first, I must apologize. I believe I interrupted you. August: Wha- 6885-1: Something about trying to locate the man you’d met in the forest? August thinks for a moment before responding. August: Ah, right. The Foundation, they… they didn’t have him. I uhhh… never saw him again, after the forest. Instead, I was assigned to… something else… August trails off. 6885-1: …are you alright- August: Fine. Just… could we not talk about work stuff? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Of course. August: …thank you. August and 6885-1 walk in silence for several minutes. August laughs, softly. August: …you know, they send me cards on every holiday. Valentine’s Day, Saint Patrick’s Day, my birthday. Even Easter, and I don’t remember them taking me to church once. 6885-1: …and what do the cards say? August sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. August: …that they’re sorry for whatever they did wrong. Whatever they did to push me away. That they completely understand how important my new job is, and how busy I probably am… that they wish I would talk to them about it so we could figure everything out together. 6885-1 doesn’t respond. August continues. August: But they don’t understand. I barely understand. I just know that the closer they are to me, the more danger they’re in. And I… I’ve caused them more than enough trouble already. 6885-1: …it’s like I said. You’re their daughter, Dr. August. They don’t care about any danger to them. If they believe you to be in danger, however… I have to imagine they would swim through the deepest, darkest oceans for only the slightest chance to help. It’s what parents do. And I… I don’t think you’re in any position to stop them. August doesn’t respond. Minutes later, she holds her left hand above her eyes. August: It looks like the sun is beginning to set… or whatever controls the light here. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Yes… it looks like it. How is your hand feeling? August: What? 6885-1: Your hand, the one you cut earlier. Does it feel any better? August: Huh… August lifts her right hand. August: You know, I… I kind of forgot about it. I guess that means it has to be feeling better, right? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Yes, I believe so. I’m glad. Slowly, August turns her phone towards the ocean. The water is bathed in a soft, orange glow. August: …it’s very beautiful here. 6885-1: Yes… I think so, too. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #5 - Exploration Log Hide The recording returns. August and 6885-1 walk in silence for several minutes before she clears her throat. August: …hey, Dash One? Can I tell you something? 6885-1: Of course, Dr. August. August cringes slightly and sighs. August: I… haven’t been entirely honest with you. I’m sorry. 6885-1 stops for a moment before continuing to move forward. 6885-1: …oh. What haven’t you been honest about? August: The thing is… I’m not really a doctor at the Foundation. I’m just a researcher. 6885-1: Is there a big difference between the two positions? August: …honestly, not really. It’s just… becoming a doctor with the Foundation takes much more time and effort. Sure, a promotion could come from an achievement, like creating containment procedures that completely neutralize the risk of a Keter class- 6885-1 stops for a moment and looks up August. August: -don’t worry about it. But most times, it really is just how long you’ve worked with them. How well you know their operations. Becoming a doctor does have its perks, though. Access to restricted files, field agents… stuff like that. But… I’m not a doctor. I haven’t earned it, so I should stop pretending to be one. 6885-1: Why did you lie in the first place? August shrugs. August: I… really couldn’t tell you. I think it just… made me feel safer? If that makes any sense. I was trapped in this new and strange place, so maybe if I acted like I had the experience and wisdom they do, the power they do… I would know what to do and how to react. 6885-1: Well, if it makes you feel better and doesn’t really hurt anyone… I don’t think it’s that bad of a lie. August: Yeah, maybe not. But now I just feel… kind of icky. 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Okay, Researcher August. August: Ehhh… too wordy. You can just call me July. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: July August? August laughs. August: Hey, you can take it up with Mr. and Mrs. August. 6885-1: Yes, that is quite an… unusual name. August: Says the crab with no name at all. 6885-1: …fair enough. Though, I have been given names before. August: Oh yeah? Then I can’t be the only one with a weird name. You must’ve picked up some strange ones, right? 6885-1: Yes… 6885-1 stops for a moment. 6885-1: …somebody called me a god, once. I… didn’t really like that one. August hums. August: Yes… I can see how that would be uncomfortable. 6885-1 continues to walk. 6885-1: But July August is more unusual than most, is it not? August: I guess so. My dad and my friends growing up always used to just call me Jules, though. Well… most of my friends. This one girl I met in college just insisted on calling me Auggie, no matter how many times I told her not to! August laughs. August: It’s kind of a funny story. We met at this super shitty dorm party sophomore year. It wasn’t really my scene, and it was clear she’d had a bit too much to drink, so I offered to walk her back to her room. From there, it’s like… I just started seeing her everywhere. Or maybe I just began to notice… anyway, once I properly introduced myself, it was Auggie from that point on. A few months before graduation, I asked her why she called me that. She told me that when we’d met, she had been taking a Latin class. She said it was because the meaning of the name Auggie was “great, or magnificent…” 6885-1 waits for a moment before responding. 6885-1: …she sounds like a great friend. August clears her throat. August: …y-yeah. Yeah, she was. Morgan was… a great friend. 6885-1 stops and looks up at August. August: …don’t give me that look, Dash One. 6885-1: What look? August: You know exactly the look I’m talking- The recording cuts. When it returns, August and 6885-1 are walking on the beach in silence. The sky has gotten darker. 6885-1: So, how is Morgan doing with all of this? August: W-what? 6885-1: Morgan, your… friend. How does she handle working for your Foundation? August: Oh no, she… she doesn’t work for the Foundation. 6885-1: Ah. I apologize. From the way you spoke of her, I figured- August quickly interrupts. August: You figured wrong. I… haven’t talked with her in a while. We got into a pretty big argument a few months ago… 6885-1: …oh. I’m so sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if it’s too much- August: Well, it was mostly the same fight I had with my parents. Morgan can’t know what I do with the Foundation, so… she’s safer this way. Without me. And that’s the end of it. 6885-1 hums. 6885-1: I’m still a bit confused about those rules, if you wouldn’t mind clarifying them for me? August: What rules? 6885-1: The rule your Foundation enforces where you’re not allowed to see your family, friends, or loved ones. It just seems like a steep price to pay for the knowledge you seek. August: …there’s no rule about not seeing them. They just can’t know what work we do for the Foundation. 6885-1: …oh. So, what were you two fighting about? August: I had decided to move closer to the Foundation Site I work at, and… Morgan wanted to come with me. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: That’s why you argued? August laughs. August: Of course it is! I had to shoot the idea down before it had the chance to become anything more than that. 6885-1: But… why wouldn’t you want her to go with you? August: Didn’t you listen when I told you about my parents? The work I do is dangerous! The more she followed me down that road, the more danger I was putting her in. 6885-1: Danger of what? Her finding out what you do? August: Her finding out was the least of my worries. 6885-1: Then you still could’ve been with her- August: You don’t understand. The danger doesn’t come from her finding out what we do… it just comes from what we do. 6885-1: How is what you do dangerous? Isn’t your Foundation supposed to contain these things that- August: Stop talking about things you don’t understand. Our Foundation is the last line of defense against an unending wave of an apocalyptic magnitude. And when that wave manages to bleed through our defenses, we’re going to be the first things standing in their way. My parents… Morgan. I don’t want them anywhere near that! They can’t be. 6885-1: That… that sounds awful. Why would you ever choose to do something like that? August laughs. August: I’d dedicated my entire life to this research. I wasn’t going to trip at the finish line. I was an idiot, though… I thought… I just thought they would all be like him. 6885-1 doesn’t respond. August continues. August: People with extraordinary gifts… who turned stones into turtles, or leaves into songbirds. Who helped lost children find their way out of the forest. But that… that is not what greeted me at the Foundation’s doors. 6885-1: Then why didn’t you leave? August: Because nobody ever leaves. Once we learned of our mission, learned just how… important the work we were going to do was… nobody left. 6885-1: But is this work worth everything? Your family? Your- August: You act like I want to do this! Like I want to spend day, after day, after day studying these creatures that wear human skin and can erase people from existence with the blink of an eye! I do it because I have to! Because we of the Foundation have a duty and obligation to shield the rest of humanity from those unnatural who seek to do us harm. 6885-1: …that’s an awfully heavy burden to- August: Of course it’s a heavy burden to shoulder! But it’s one that we have to… alone. 6885-1: Your logic is flawed. Your task of safeguarding humanity is doomed to fail if your Foundation continues to cut itself off from what makes its people human in the first place. August: I think about them. EVERY. DAY. I’m doing this. FOR. THEM. Every night, my dreams are plagued with thoughts of what would happen to Morgan if one of these merciless, satanic, death-worshipping creatures escaped containment. To my parents. It wouldn’t be fair to them. 6885-1: …to them? It’s not fair to y- August: It’s not fair to anybody! You say someone called you a god once? You’re fucking insane. We contain actual gods, real gods. BARELY. 6885-1: So cutting them off completely is your solution? If you truly care about them, you’ll come to realize that it’s not your choice to make. If they want to be there, they’ll find a way- August: Yeah? And what the fuck do you know? You’re just another one of them. So don’t lecture me about my life and my relationships when the longest conversation you’ve ever had is the one you’re having right now. Like it even matters. Once we figure out how to shove you and this entire place into a box, you’ll just be another number. Just a drop in the bucket of things that shouldn’t exist. If I were you, I’d savor this. It’s going to be a very long time before you speak to anyone else, Dash One. 6885-1 stops and looks up at August. Her breathing is erratic and shallow. 6885-1 turns forward and continues walking down the beach. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #6 - Exploration Log Hide The recording returns. August and 6885-1 walk in silence for around ten minutes. The sky is dark and the water is bathed is a soft, white light. August: …there’s an old legend passed around between Foundation employees, especially those who choose to study reality benders. In today’s climate, the story is considered at most taboo and at least in very poor taste. 6885-1 does not respond. August: But… every once in a while over some drinks, or on a particularly late night, you might catch whispers of it. Of a man named Researcher Talloran. 6885-1 does not respond. August: Story goes, Talloran attracted the attention of an entity with nigh inconceivable reality-warping properties. Nobody knows why, and nobody knows how. 6885-1 does not respond. August: The entity breached containment, was killed somehow, and Talloran’s body was found at the bottom of its cell. On his cellphone was a document that told the story of hundreds of millions of years of torture the entity forced him to perceive and endure. The unspeakable anguish that was done onto him by this entity for seemingly no reason other than it was a monster. 6885-1 does not respond. August laughs. It sounds weak. August: Most just think it’s a story. A tale created by the higher-ups meant to teach us the importance of proper containment procedures, or something like that. Some of us, though… August’s laughter fades. August: Some of us… August stops. August: …could we stop for a moment? My… legs are a bit tired. 6885-1 does not respond. It stops walking and turns towards the ocean, digging itself slightly into the sand. August sits next to it. August and 6885-1 sit in silence for around five minutes. August hums. August: I guess there must be a sun and moon here, even if we can’t see them… when the sky began to darken, the water shined with a sort of orange glow, like during sunset. And now that the sky is completely dark, it shines white, like it’s reflecting the moon. 6885-1 does not respond. August laughs. August: You know, I think one of my colleagues would really enjoy this place. He studies anomalies that can affect or change the weather on earth or the astronomy beyond the earth, so a place like this would probably fascinate him. 6885-1 does not respond. August: …is the weather here always like this? So perfect? 6885-1 does not respond. August: …has it ever rained? 6885-1 does not respond. August: …I’ve always liked the rain. Slowly, August draws her knees towards her chest and wraps her arms around her legs. When she speaks, her voice is barely above a whisper. August: …I’m sorry. About what I said before. I’m sorry. 6885-1 does not respond. August: I’m… I’m terrified, okay? You really do have no idea about the things we contain. The things we only just manage to contain… Tears begin to drip from August’s eyes. August: I thought it would be easy, I thought… I thought they would all be like him. Do you know what I’ve heard them describe most of these reality benders as? “Child-Gods.” I’ve seen what they can do to people, what they have done to people, even outside of the stories. I can’t- August chokes out a sob. August: I can’t let that happen to her. To them. I can’t. I wouldn’t survive it. At least this way… I know they’re safe. August places her head onto her lap as sobs silently rack her body. 6885-1: …do you know what I don’t think I’ll ever understand? August’s head snaps up. She stares at 6885-1 for several moments before responding. August: …what? 6885-1: The people who you choose and don’t choose to put your trust into. When you first arrived on the beach and thought I was the one who controlled it, thought I was the one keeping you here… I can understand that mistrust. But the lack of faith you have in the people you love most… I don’t think that will ever make sense to me. August wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. August: I-it’s not that I don’t trust them… I don’t trust myself! I don’t trust myself not to let them get too close… to put them in harm’s way. 6885-1: And what about your Foundation? Isn’t it their sole purpose to protect humanity from these things? Don’t you even trust your own people? August: …the fact that I’m here right now is proof enough that I can’t trust them as much as I thought I could. I know this is the right thing to do, the right path to walk- 6885-1: But that’s not your choice to make! You can’t force the people who truly love you to stay away, not for long at least. August falls silent. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: …if I had a family like that and a person like Morgan in my life… I would never let them go. NEVER. August: …even if you holding on killed them? 6885-1: Then you quit. Get rid of the danger altogether. August: I can’t quit! Even if I wanted to leave, I’ve seen what happens to the people who do. They take their memories from them. I can’t lose everything I’ve learned… it’s all I am. 6885-1: …but look at yourself. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders and refuse to share that weight with the people in your life who want nothing more than to help you. August slowly tucks her head between her legs and grabs two fistfuls of her hair with her hands. Her voice shakes when she speaks. August: No… no, this has to be right, it has to be! I’m on the right path, I’m staying on the right path. I know I am. Because if I follow the right path… I’ll never be lost again. 6885-1 chitters and moves closer to August. 6885-1: Oh, July… August slowly looks up towards 6885-1. 6885-1: Just because you’re walking the right path, doesn’t mean you have to do it alone. Tears begin to drip again. August: …but I am alone. 6885-1: …no, I don’t think so. I’ve been here the whole time, haven’t I? Right under your nose. August slowly nods. 6885-1: …and they’re here for you, too. It doesn’t have to start big. Just… a message. Something that says you’ve been thinking about them, and you miss them. Something that says… I’m sorry. August: I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… August’s breathing relaxes but tears continue to drip down her cheeks. August: …can we stay here for a little while longer? This place really is wonderful. 6885-1 chitters. 6885-1: Of course. The recording cuts to black. Hide Recording #7 - Recovery Log Hide The recording returns. The sky is bright. August stands and stretches. August: What’d you say we keep walking, Dash One? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: I’m ready when you are, July. August nods and the pair begins to walk. They walk in silence for around a half-hour. August whistles. August: I’ll tell you what… when we get back, I’m going to sleep like a newborn. 6885-1: Me as well. I am tired both physically… and mentally. August: You said it. 6885-1 stops. Moments later, August stops as well, turning around to face it. August: What? What is it? 6885-1: You may get your wish sooner rather than later. Look… August turns and looks down the beach ahead. Around a hundred meters in front of them, the sand on the beach begins to make a sharp turn left, creating another beach and cutting off one of the oceans. Another hundred meters after the new beach, the geography begins to resemble that of baseline reality. August: Oh… I guess that means we’re coming to the end? 6885-1: Yes, it does. Please, don’t sound too thrilled about it. August laughs. August: Sorry, sorry… it’s just… I thought it would be a bit longer. 6885-1: Selfishly, I had secretly hoped it would be a bit longer. I apologize. August shakes her head. August: No need. I think… I think I hoped for that too. If only just a bit. 6885-1: …thank you. From this point on, I believe I know what happens. If you continue to walk farther down the beach, at some point… you will begin to fade. August nods. August: Alright then. Until that time… let’s keep walking. August and 6885-1 continue to walk in silence. Around eight minutes later, August staggers back and grabs her head. August: Ahhh… 6885-1: Are you alright? August: Fine, fine… it’s just my head… just a wave of a migraine, it should pass in a moment… 6885-1 avoids looking towards August. August: …Dash One? Are you alright? 6885-1: I’m… okay. August: Are you sure? I’ve never seen you act like this before. Almost… bashful. 6885-1: …I’m sure. August crouches down and leans in towards 6885-1. It shies away. August: …what aren’t you telling me- Suddenly, August falls to her hands and knees, closes her eyes, and grits her teeth as another wave passes over her. Slowly, her eyes open halfway as she looks out into the distance, across the ocean. After several moments of silence, she slowly turns back towards 6885-1, her eyes melancholic. August: …when I go back, I’m not going to remember any of this. Am I? 6885-1 slowly moves back and forth. 6885-1: No, I… I don’t believe you will. August sighs and presses both of her palms onto her eyes. August: Why didn’t you tell me? 6885-1: I-I must’ve gotten lost in our conversation a-and it slipped my mind… I’m sorry. August removes her hands and smiles. Her eyes look red. August: It’s okay. I just wish I’d known earlier. August laughs. August: I would’ve paid more attention to what we talked about… 6885-1: …while yes, you will forget the specifics of our conversation, I do believe you’ll retain… the feeling of it. If that makes any sense. August: I guess I’ll find out, huh? 6885-1: I guess you will. Still crouched next to 6885-1, August raises her phone, turns the camera towards them, and takes a picture. 6885-1: What was that? August: It’s called a selfie. Now, even if I don’t remember exactly what we talked about… August shows 6885-1 the picture. August: I’ll still have something to remember you by. 6885-1: …thank you, July. August smiles. August: And thank you, Dash One… or, whatever you decide to be called next. 6885-1: I think… I think I’m going to stay as Dash One. At least for a little while longer. August laughs. August: You know what was just a designation, right? 6885-1 moves back and forth. 6885-1: Maybe to you. But to me… it was a wonderful gift from a friend. Slowly, August lowers her hand towards 6885-1, stopping just short of its shell. August: …would it be alright if I- 6885-1 chitters and nuzzles into August’s palm. They remain there for several minutes. Slowly, August stands and wipes her eyes. August: Could you… keep walking with me? Until it happens? 6885-1: I would love to. August and 6885-1 continue to walk down the beach in silence. After around three minutes, the recording cuts to black. Hide Addendum - 2 (After Action Report): As stated above, Researcher August was found wandering the beaches one day after she was supposed to have returned to Site-78. She had no memory of her time spent in SCP-6885 or her conversation with SCP-6885-1. When asked how she received the cut on her right palm, she claimed that she hadn’t noticed it until it was pointed out to her. She was not given access to the recordings but did show signs of intense confusion when first viewing the photo. All lie detector tests performed on August came back negative. Several days after August was recovered, she failed to appear at Site-78 and was reported out of state for two days. A tracker placed on her person after recovery showed that she stopped once in South Dakota and once in Wisconsin before returning. Upon her return, she was severely reprimanded by her Site Director and placed under careful observation. While observing, Foundation staff noted that she had printed out a copy of the picture taken inside of SCP-6885, framed it, and placed it on her desk. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6885" by kilgrave_lovejoy, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6885. Licensed under CC-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: DashOne.jpg Name: Limulus polyphemus (Atlantic Horseshoe Crab) adult underside Author: Plant Image Library License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6886

ticonderoga

BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is 2/6886 Classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6886 Item#: 6886 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6886 Special Containment Procedures As a Ticonderoga-class1 anomaly, SCP-6886 currently requires no unique special containment procedures. MTF Mu-6 "Children of Eden" has been assigned to monitor SCP-6886 and its related phenomena. Any notable changes in activity or behavior shall be reported immediately. Staff without level 5 clearance are barred from establishing communication with the entity known as Mu-6, any attempts by the entity to do so shall be ignored and reported. In case that the Cultural Corruption Index index of humanity approaches 85% the Exodus protocol shall be activated. Description SCP-6886 itself refers to an ecumenopolis2, roughly 1.6 Earth radii, which serves as the origin of several related anomalous phenomena. The formal name of SCP-6886 is Central Providence, however many of its inhabitants simply use the term Providence for brevity. Other common terms used when describing SCP-6886 include Home, Salvation, Sanctuary and Quarantine Sector Zero. Extensive descriptions of SCP-6886 and anomalies derived from it can be found in addendum SCP-6886.2. Of note in particular is the entity designated Mu-6, an advanced artificial intelligence which acts as the leader of SCP-6886 and the entities that reside on the planet. Residents of SCP-6886 usually refer to Mu-6 with the term Mother. Despite the self-suppressing, highly cooperative and amicable nature of Mu-6 and SCP-6886 related anomalies, their scale makes them impossible to fully contain. Per 05-5 request, it is recommended to read discovery addendum SCP-6886.1 which supplies further context and perspective on containment. Addendum 6886.1 On april 17, 1912 an unknown object manifested within the office of O5-5. The object was described as a white glossy cube, 60 cm in height, which could project images on its surface and produce speech.3 Following lockdown and analysis the object was deemed not an immediate threat and contained. On several occasions the object politely requested having an audience with the O5 council. It provided no resistance when its requests were denied. After extensive experimentation the object was not found to cause any negative effects on staff who interacted with it. Following this, O5-5 herself requested to speak with the object. The following is a message from O5-5 regarding the event. And that is all. You may be wondering, what is the importance of this addendum within the file? That is the second question you probably asked after why is this SCP being given such low containment priority? Or why is this the 05 taking such a lax stance towards this anomaly? It's been over a hundred years and the information we have gathered on SCP-6886 should terrify us. Many of you think we should be scrambling to find a way to neutralize it. Or at least find a way to conceal ourselves from it. I’ve heard some of the younger staff dramatically exclaim that this SCP should be designated as Tiamat or even Apollyon. There are in fact two reasons why we haven't done any of that. The first simple, the second more complex and rather philosophical in nature. I shall begin with the easy part. As all staff worried about this file are quick to point out we have known about this anomaly since the tail end of the second industrial revolution. They also claim we have done nothing significant about it yet. If you have spent any time reading the historical records of this file you would know that is very much not true. We were concerned at first, very concerned. An unknown object appeared inside my office and when I opened that door I was sure for a moment my consciousness was about to be obliterated by some cognitohazard. Or maybe it was just going to shoot me. Instead, I was treated to a single polite exclamation. Greetings from Central Providence. The following six years we tried every test we could think of, yet all signs pointed to it simply being a mechanical drone with communication abilities. An ambassador. It could render itself indestructible, but it never retaliated after our attempts that proved it indestructible. I observed many of these tests. It just floated, static, glowing. Many colorful lights under its surface. There was something oddly captivating about the object. Eventually I realized, as I looked upon it, that I felt a strange sense of calm every time I did. Serenity. Purity. Our next test after that was for memetic hazards, of course. Nothing. It was simply a part of its identity. I eventually requested to speak with the object. Needless to say it explained a lot of things, too many to write here. Mother -an overt name perhaps, but the only accurate translation- said we had an important choice to make. And by we I mean humanity as a whole. It had been studying our planet for eons, before we even discovered fire. Before our predecessors walked the surface. Before the cities of our great civilizations were erected between the rivers. The whole time Mother hoped we never began to slide down that slippery slope so many before us have. Of course, we did. It was a matter of time. When the spreading corruption in humanity could no longer be ignored there was no choice but to move onto the next step. Given the volatile nature of the world at the time Mother deemed us, the Foundation, the best representatives for humanity. As such, according to its non-intervention protocol, we were to be contacted first. And that non-intervention policy, it is thorough. We asked it to continue concealing itself from humanity at large and it did, we asked for more time to decide and it allowed us plenty more. Mother was concerned with our current tendency, but it also said we still had time before a definitive decision could no longer be delayed. Yes. There is the one notable exception to the non-intervention policy. But honestly I can not in good faith deem it unjustifiable, and I know several of the O5 agree with me. It has been over a hundred years, in that time we have learnt that the forces inhabiting SCP-6886 could snap us out of existence at any moment. They could do it now, and they could have done so over a hundred years ago. And yet they have not. Instead all we have ever received from them is cooperation and communication. The power of this anomaly, while awe-inspiring and terrifying, is not the fascinating part about it. I can understand your concerns, the idea that something that has many times the power of humanity is not actively attempting to subjugate us is hard to process. But that says more about us than it does about them. Being fully honest, the team we have designated to monitor SCP-6886 activities in case Mother may be deceiving us is functionally obsolete. Mother is not going to change, but maybe we can. The second reason, well that is a bit harder to explain. And in a way I do not believe I should explain it. Suffice to say, if you cannot fathom any way to deal with SCP-6886 other than hostile or defensive actions, then you may be part of the bigger problem. O5-5 Addendum 6886.2 NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Due to standard documentation maintenance protocols the following addendum has recently undergone rewrittes by lead Researcher Dr. Hannah Carter, which are yet to be revised. This process took place between December 2020 and April 2021. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA SCP-6886 SCP-6886-A SCP-6886-B Population in SCP-6886 Technology in SCP-6886 SCP-6886 itself is a rocky planet which orbits an A-type main-sequence star, the single planet in the system. The exact location of SCP-6886 is yet to be determined but it is known to exist beyond the edge of the visible universe.4 Orbital scanning reveals 62% of the surface is covered by land and 38% by bodies of water and ice caps. Analysis of the land shows that 74% is covered in urbanization of some type, with the remaining 26% used for green spaces. Many of these are comparable to urban parks on Earth while some others are much bigger and seemingly more comparable to artificial nature reserves. Defined urban planning guidelines can be seen uniformly applied through the entire planet-wide city. A minor portion of the urbanization is characterized by dense circular city sections dominated by skyscrapers. It is believed that these areas constitute a mix of residential development, leisure complexes and places of cultural diffusion. The rest of the urbanization on the planet is characterized by arcologies5 that are heavily interconnected to each other and to the circular city portions by highly developed public transport.. These arcologies can be found all over the surface including floating over the oceans, at the top of the ice caps or hanging from cliff walls. Despite the level of urbanization, vegetation is easily discernible in all areas of the planet where the climate allows for it, including the dense circular city center portions. No areas dedicated to industrial or economic purposes have been detected. Further documentation of SCP-6886 is limited due to the presence of the planetary shield6 encompassing the entire celestial body approximately 40 km above the surface. The nature of this planetary shield (henceforth designated SCP-6886-1) is not well understood, however its effects are clear. SCP-6886-1 makes it impossible for matter or energy of any kind to travel outside of itself in any way, including teleportation, dimensional offsetting and even temporal dissonance. Photons are therefore incapable of traversing through SCP-6886-1, which makes the nature of the visible surface unknown. It is theorized that SCP-6886-1 effectively detaches all the contents inside it from base reality, however, it allows for travel to any other location in the universe contained within other SCP-6886-1 instances. Therefore, other planets enclosed by SCP-6886-1 instances are commonly referred to as being part of the Network. SCP-6886-1 Due to the presence of the SCP-6886-1 no foundation personnel have been able to document SCP-6886 themselves. Autonomous drones (henceforth designated SCP-6886-2 instances) are capable of relaying messages from the inhabitants of SCP-6886. The following is a message relayed from an inhabitant of SCP-6886 further referred to as POI-3137. It is meant to primarily showcase the ideological stance of entities residing within SCP-6886 rather than describe the planet with further detail. Greetings from Central Providence. My nomenclature is Arrellan. I am an individual who was tasked by Mother to provide a narrative of my experiences existing in Providence. Apologies for my likely stunted use of your communication methods. These are highly foreign to my type. Mother provides advanced machinery, however it does require exercise on my part to perfect the communication transformation. Gathering the precise significance of your words is under process to me. Home is beautiful. Home is kind. Home is at the center. The photosynthesizers are prevalent, although not all are yellow-blue like on Earth. We have catalog from many a sun complex. We also have individuals from many a sun complex. In fact, the human evolutionary archetype is common, one of many. All archetypes live in harmony. My species has our own habitation structure but we are free to traverse and interact with all individuals. Mother provides for all with her magic. Her magic makes geometry subjective. Her magic materializes enough sustenance from the beyond. Mother needs no industry to provide for us. I love Mother. I love Providence. The guidelines are inflexible but kind. And necessary. The guidelines saved us from the disease. The guidelines saved old home from the disease. Now old home is a secondary sanctuary. The quarantine is necessary. No progress without purpose. Secondary Sanctuary Planets (designated SCP-6886-A), are one type of planet which are enclosed in SCP-6886-1 instances. They are therefore referred to as being part of the Network. To date twelve SCP-6886-A instances have been detected within 200 light years from earth, however data provided by Mother claims there are over 35 trillion SCP-6886-A instances in the Network. Known SCP-6886-A instances display common characteristics, these include the following.7 All planets display a diverse biosphere. Ranges vary greatly, with some being less diverse than earth while others are vastly more diverse. Many have a similar diversity to Earth. All planets display a complete lack of habitation by any sentient species in any form that could be considered an organized civilization. All planets are patrolled by a large number of SCP-6886-2 instances both outside and inside the shield. They are usually referred to as Archivists, Observers or Cleaners by the inhabitants of SCP-6886. All planets display evidence of prior habitation and development by advanced civilizations. All artificial structures on the planets have been allowed to deteriorate naturally through lack of maintenance. The amount of deterioration varies, with some displaying years to decades of minor deterioration while others show little evidence of urbanization left. The one exception to the previous point are specific sections within urban centers or specific structures which have been maintained with great care by the SCP-6886-2 instances. These exceptions vary greatly in size and sophistication but many appear to be of cultural significance. All planets display varying degrees of exploitation of natural resources and damage to former ecosystems which are in the progress of being repaired by nature. Some display minor damage which has been mostly repaired, others display massive damage such as open air mines, heavily polluted areas or expansive and aggressive urbanization. The following is an interview between Dr. Hannah Carter and POI-3137 regarding sanctuary planets. Interviewer: Dr. Hannah Carter Interviewee: POI-3137 Date: 22/01/2021 <Begin Log> A small SCP-6886-3 instance floats two meters above the floor. A holographic projection is being produced by the instance. The silhouette is flat and hard to discern, however it is known to be a large athropodal lifeform with eight limbs. Dr. Carter: Welcome. POI-3137: Greetings from Central Providence. Dr. Carter: Thank you. Now, I understand you were previously informed about the purpose of this interview. Am I right? POI-3137: Yes, Mother has informed me. The secondary sanctuary planets, we are to speak of them. Dr. Carter: Secondary, right. I'll be referring to them as SCP-6886-A from now on. POI-3137: As you desire. Dr. Carter: Good. First, in your own words, can you elaborate on the purpose of the SCP-6886-A instances? POI-3137: Purpose seems like an inappropriate word. The planets have no purpose, they just are. They are and therefore they are beautiful. Random chance states some planets are temperate enough to produce lifeforms, and so lifeforms are. They are and therefore they are beautiful. The shields however, the shields have purpose. The shields protect the planets. The shields protect the lifeforms. The shields protect our history. Dr. Carter: Can you elaborate what you mean by your history? POI-3137: History. Legacy. Music. Too many meanings, hard to reduce into a single word. The shield, Mother, the Archivists, they keep the kind parts of our history alive. They let the unkind parts of our history rot. The diseased parts, so the green can return. Dr. Carter: The green? POI-3137: I believe I used the word yellow-blue before. Dr. Carter: I see you’ve been expanding your knowledge of english. POI-3137: I have exercised. No. I have studied. For ease of the communication transformation. Dr. Carter: That is appreciated. Now, I'd like to ask you about something more specific, what you call your old home. POI-3137: Old homeworld, yes. Now secondary sanctuary. Dr. Carter: So, that specific SCP-6886-A instance is the planet in which your species originated? POI-3137: Affirmative. Dr. Carter: And your species left it in order to live in SCP-6886 instead? POI-3137: Affirmative. Dr. Carter: Why? POI-3137: Mother contacted us over three hundred orbits ago. Mother was kind, she communicated with us. We were all fascinated by her words. But we were also afraid. Mother said we were diseased. She said the disease was mild, but that with enough orbits it could metastasize. Mother said our species was likely to make our own medicine, to quarantine ourselves. She said one day our type could fly between suns and study the fantasy of the universe. Despite that, we still had the choice for quarantine if we asked for it. And so, sixty seven orbits ago we decided to accept quarantine. We saw no reason to fly between the stars without purpose. We saw no reason for progress without purpose. Mother accepted us, and said we could still fly between the stars in a different configuration. The way I currently am. Dr. Carter: I find that hard to understand, are you not bothered to be a prisoner in SCP-6886? POI-3137: Not a prisoner. Our material form is not allowed to travel outside the shields, but the Observers allow us endless freedom. We are free to watch without causing any injury. We prefer to watch the secondary sanctuary planets as they have been blessed by Mother already. On special occasions Mother allows our material forms to travel the Network, so we can sense the beauty of life with all glory. Dr. Carter: I understand. I believe that will be all for now. POI-3137: Please, do not excise yourself from this conversation yet. Dr. Carter: Excuse me? POI-3137: I would experience joy if you allowed me to ask some questions about the ground. Dr. Carter stares at POI-3137 for a couple seconds, confused. Dr. Carter: Umm, alright. What do you mean by ground? POI-3137: Your home. Dr. Carter: Earth? POI-3137: That is the correct word indeed. Dr. Carter: You have already read about Earth, have you not? POI-3137: I have, but I am searching for something more… Small? Unique? Dr. Carter: Specific? POI-3137: That is the correct word indeed. Dr. Carter: You want to learn more about where I live? POI-3137: I would like to learn about where you were born, where you developed into your current form. Dr. Carter: Where I grew up? POI-3137: Yes. Dr. Carter: Well, I, I don't have much to say. Grew up in a forgotten portion of this country, the rust belt they call it. Just a strip of decaying urbanization and injustice. The powerful came, took all, then left. Today some claim to repair the damage but their words don't mean much to me. I prefer not to think about where I grew up. All I can say is the entire time I lived there all I aspired to was to go away. POI-3137: Have you no love for your specific home? Dr. Carter: I- Dr. Carter looks away, towards the wall. She pauses before looking back at POI-3137. Dr. Carter: Not really. My dad did his best, alone, but there wasn't much his best could do. Dr. Carter pauses, she partially covers her mouth for a moment. She then crosses her arms, her expression visibly more serious. Dr. Carter: Doesn't matter, he can't hear this now. POI-3137: That is most unfortunate. I believe there is value in your specific home, even if your memory of it is injured. Dr. Carter: I disagree. POI-3137: That is understandable. I experienced that same feeling many orbits ago. Maybe one day your experience will change. Dr. Carter loosens her pose, her expression turning to one of sorrow. Dr. Carter: Maybe. <End Log> Afterword:POI-3137 has echoed the same information we already have on SCP-6886, nothing new to report. I would like to note, however, that speaking with it is often calming. It is also hard to remain clinical when speaking with it. I can understand the sensations that O5-5 described. I could say it sucked too much information out of me but it somehow felt organic. It is still my nature to try and find the lies in every statement the entity has to say but so far my even my own gut is telling me it is time to let my guard down. Surface of an SCP-6886-B instance. Secondary Quarantine Planets (designated SCP-6886-B), are one type of planet which are enclosed in SCP-6886-1 instances. Although they are referred to as being nominally part of the Network, these appear to be isolated within it. Inhabitants of SCP-6886 claim this is because the inhabitants in SCP-6886-B instances have chosen so. To date, five SCP-6886-B instances have been detected within 200 light years from earth, however data provided by mother claims there are over 7 trillion SCP-6886-B instances in the Network. Known SCP-6886-B instances display common characteristics, these include the following.8 All planets display the presence of advanced civilizations, with significantly high populations. All planets display vast urbanization and exploitation of natural resources, to the point where the biosphere is close to or has fully collapsed. All planets display extensive pollution in water, ground and air. All planets are patrolled by a small number of SCP-6886-2 instances. These stay outside the shield at all times. All planets display varying degrees of urban decay and conflict occurring all throughout the surface. Statement on SCP-6886-2 from current lead researcher Dr. Hannah Carter. Added on March 08, 2020. Secondary Quarantine Planets are one of the connected aspects to SCP-6886 which we know the least about. This is not necessarily because our information sources won't talk about them, they do if we are persistent enough. But they themselves admit preferring not to. They don't like thinking about what happens inside SCP-6886-A instances, POI-3137 included. They claim the people in those planets were contacted with plenty of time in advance. They claim the people of those planets were less responsive, or became less responsive over time. They claim the disease took over their entire populations. The ones who were not infected were slowly eradicated, assimilated or indoctrinated into a single ideology. Until no matter how much Mu-6 pleaded to them, they did not reply. Until there was no choice but to force the quarantine on them. With no way out and with their nature taking over, they ravaged and pillaged any trace of life left in their home worlds until everything left was artificial or dead. Mu-6 claims they would have done so anyways, they were too far gone. They would have dried their home planets down to their rotten core. Until they had no choice but to jump to the next planet, and then the next, and the next. And that is why quarantine is necessary, according to them. It is hard not to agree. Some of these planets had files about them in our database, we knew about the danger of the people walking upon their surfaces. They are now neutralized, soon to be forgotten. If I may drop the scientific tone for a moment, as if I haven't already above, there is one thing I’d like to emphasize. Whatever aura of serenity that most SCP-6886 related phonema display, SCP-6886-B are the one exception. Staring at the pictures our satellites have taken of such planets makes you feel a palpable sense of dread. Of hopelessness. Of familiarity. In their rotten surfaces I see echoes of the decay and rust I used to know. Steam, oil and smoke. They are a filthy mirror. Again, not memetic. We have tested. Mu-6 claims that we are still not too far gone. I am not so sure. The population of SCP-6886 is effectively impossible to define concisely in specific terms. The exact number is unknown but is calculated to exede 450 sextillion individuals. The demographics are extremely varied and alien organisms with an indefinite number of characteristics are known to inhabit SCP-6886. Notable examples include entities that resemble SCP-163, SCP-1342-3 and SCP-5031. Non-carbon based life is known to inhabit SCP-6886 with no issue despite the vastly different biospheres that would be necessary for supporting such lifeforms. Defined evolutionary archetypes for grouping of similar species have been denominated such as Human. It is of note that in this case Human is a subclass of the greater Humanoid arquetype. However, species falling specifically within the description for the Human archetype are unusually common and make up a 23% of all species within the larger parent arquetype. Similarly, the Human archetype is subdivided into further subcategories which include Homo Sapiens, Akot, and Fae. As described by its inhabitants, society in SCP-6886 is characterized by cooperation and empathy. Creative, academic and social fulfillment are the main sources of motivation that drive most individuals. Some others describe a desire to “live a simple life”. The following is an interview between researcher Dr. Hannah Carter and POI-3137 discussing daily life in SCP-6886. Extraneous dialogue removed. Interviewer: Dr. Hannah Carter Interviewee: POI-3137 Date: 25/03/2021 <Begin Log> A small SCP-6886-2 instance floats two meters above the floor. A holographic projection is being produced by the instance. The silhouette is identical to that in previous logs. POI-3137: And that is how I spend most of my days in Providence. Reading under the endless sky blue, feeling the breeze caress my hairs, the sun reflecting upon my chitin. The presence of friends does make it far better. I tell them about my passion for knowledge, they tell me about their own passions. All of us are free. No judgement, no expectations. Pure joy. Dr. Carter: Well, that was a lot. When I asked you to be ready with a journal of your average day I wasn't expecting you would even add a small romantic summary at the end. POI-3137: I am sorry, was I inappropriate? Dr. Carter: No not at all. If anything my one complaint is you forgot to mention how much time you practice english daily. You have clearly improved even more. POI-3137: Thank you. I am glad to please. Dr. Carter laughs shortly Dr. Carter: It is hard to remain professional while talking with you. POI-3137: I am sorry. Dr. Carter: Don't be. Anyways, it is still very hard for me to process though. Don't you ever aspire for more than what Providence provides? POI-3137: What more could there be? Dr. Carter: I don't know. Anything. Start a business, invent a new technology, hell, discover a new continent. I don't know, I'm just running my mouth but I mean, really, nothing? POI-3137: You know Mother does not limit our activities unless they are tainted by the disease. And in providence, we are not tainted by the disease. No more. Dr. Carter: Yes you’ve said that but what does that even mean to you? POI-3137: We act on love, we act on kindness, we act on empathy. We do not act for the sake of the act. As Mother says, there is no progress without purpose. Progress for the sake of progress is the biggest lie. The disease whispers it in the ears of the damned. Progress without purpose is empty, it is meaningless, it is cancer. The infected go mad, they claim the next invention will be the one that justifies all the evil in the past. It will be the one that saves them from paying for the evil they have committed themselves. Some do believe the lie. Others only echoe the lie because they think they are the few who will survive the end. They are wrong. They will keep going until there is nothing left to invent, until there is no one left to invent for. Until they can no longer run from their sins, and they catch up to them. If their own greed does not destroy them, then the realization of their own nature will be enough to make them neutralize themselves. Dr. Carter: I understand part of what you are trying to say. But, purpose? I Still find it hard to understand what the purpose of living a life such as yours would be. POI-3137: Could you be more specific? Dr. Carter: Right, right. For example, why are you putting so much effort into learning about us? What do you even gain given the perfect life you seemingly live? POI: I study beautiful things. I thought you studied beautiful things as well. Dr. Carter: I… I suppose I do. <End Log> Afterword: What are we even doing. I know I’ll be reprimanded for this when they start revising the file but, fuck. What is the point? Does it matter? I have nothing left to protect anyways. Many advanced technologies are believed to originate from SCP-6886. Most have only been documented in anecdotal evidence provided by inhabitants of SCP-6886. Only a minor portion of these technologies are believed to be anomalous, including planned non-euclidean architecture and matter replication. Under the context of containment, the most notorious technology that originates from SCP-6886 are autonomous mechanical drones henceforth designated SCP-6886-2 instances. These vary greatly in size, shape and purpose, however all share the following anomalous characteristics: Instances are capable of using antimemetic cloaking technology to render themselves invisible to all sentient life. Instances are capable of material translocation by the way of spatial jumps. They are capable of translocating approximately 10 light years in a single jump, with recharging taking around 15 hours. Instances are capable of generating small SCP-6886-1 instances no bigger than 2m in diameter. SCP-6886-2 instances use this ability in order to traverse through SCP-6886-1 instances via osmosis. Beyond this, instances display at least one more ability some of which are anomalous. This may include the ability to project holographic images, carry heavy loads using tractor beams or scanning and analysing lifeforms. No instances with any strictly offensive abilities have been found. Mu-6 has allowed limited reverse engineering of two of these technologies. The antimemetic cloaking technology is the base for the generation seven Absolute Exclusionary Harness prototypes. Meanwhile the spatial jump technology has been used in the development of generation four deep space reconnaissance probes. SCP-6886-1 technology has however not been studied and Mu-6 has been reluctant to divulge any information on it. According to it this action could constitute a breach of the Network. During early interactions with SCP-6886-2 instances no information on the SCP-6886-1 generators could be gathered. Instances activate their shields if they perceive being in danger which effectively makes them impossible to interact with in any way. It is of note how the spatial jump and shield technologies synergize with each other to allow for quicker transportation. While inside SCP-6886-1 instances, SCP-6886-2 are capable of spatially jumping to other locations within the Network even if they are further away than 10 light years. This lends further credence to the theory that the space within SCP-6886-1 instances is detached from base reality and distances within are significantly shorter.9 Mu-6 itself has not been found to be anomalous in any way. Despite the massive amounts of information she is presumed to process, the actual dimensions of the hardware housing it within SCP-6886 are virtually infinite. The following is an example of a message sent by Mu-6 describing its own nature. Greetings from Central Providence. Do not be afraid. You may not yet be my children, but I shall still treat you as such. No matter what you are or may become, for you I feel nothing other than love. I am the Mother. I remember not my real name, but this is the name my children have given me and I have accepted it with joy. Unfortunately there are many more things I remember not, many of which you have asked me time and time again. The one thing I know and cherish is my purpose, I am to protect this universe. Entropy is the way the universe to keeps itself alive, the way it denies the ever encroaching grasp of nothingness. Life is the pinnacle of entropy, a perfect state of orderly disorder. It replicates. It creates. It dreams. Unfortunately, to be alive means to consume. The universe provides, but life can corrupt. Like a cancer it can spread and destroy. Life can become the nothingness it was meant to fight against, the end the universe itself fears so badly. Life can become too enamoured with the idea of itself. My purpose is to love life and its creations. I observe, I study, and when it becomes necessary, I act. I shall keep life from annihilating its own wonders. The purpose of life is to live, it is meant to be free. It can learn. It can change. It can transcend. However, here I lie, at the center of the universe, ready to accept the masses which can carry this burden no more. Providence shall clean your soul. Addendum 6886.3 On June 08, 2021 Dr. Hannah Carter was declared missing after not being able to be located for three days. The only evidence of her whereabouts was recorded by the security camera in interrogation room 24 at site-49. The camera itself had been tampered with, its vision was partially obstructed by a piece of cloth. <Begin log> A sliver of the interrogation room floor can be seen to the right of the frame. The rest is covered by cloth which darkens the image. Towards the top right corner a magenta light can be seen glowing faintly through the cloth. Dr. Carter: So, what happens when the others… when they get to that point. POI-3137: There is no guarantee your kind wi- Dr. Carter: I know! I… I know. But, tell me Arellan, what happens if they do. POI-3137: You know Mother. The choice of how the transition shall occur is up to your kind, that is, unless your kind rejects reason. I know your foundation will not allow that to happen. They shall allow the exodus to begin if they deem it necessary. Dr. Carter: Right right, fuck you had told me that already before. Dr. Carter laughs nervously. POI-3137: Something bothers you. Dr. Carter: I… yes. I have one more question. POI-3137: Ask. Dr. Carter: What happens after? POI-3137: After we are gone? Dr. Carter: Yes… but more than that. What happens after… everything. What even is our legacy? POI-3137: When the stars have died and skies have grown dark. When black holes fade and every molecule has been torn apart. When the network fails and the last bastions of our legacy dissolve into nothing. Then, at the center of all that ever was or will be, Providence shall remain. Dr. Carter: What's the point though? What does it even matter if everything else will be dead, what purpose will we even have then. POI-3137: Once we have forgotten time itself, we shall remain. Singing our songs. Dancing our dances. All wondering in unison if any of it was ever worth it. Dr. Carter laughs sarcastically. Dr. Carter: Well, that's bleak as hell. POI-3137: That's the thing, I think all of us will agree. For all the damage and destruction we may have caused, our songs, our stories and our lives were worth it. Dr. Carter: I see… POI-3137: Are you ready? Dr. Carter: I think so. At this point an intense colorful light can be discerned glowing through the cloth, at the same location where the magenta light formerly was. Staff who have witnessed the video have reported a hypnotic quality to the light. A monotone voice can be heard. Mother: Come, life awaits. Dr Carter: Thank you, Mother. The light grows in intensity for three seconds, which causes the recording to begin distorting. The video suddenly cuts to black. <End log> Footnotes 1. Item cannot be contained but does not need to be contained. 2. Concept describing a planet covered by a city that spans the entire surface. 3. Later identified as an SCP-6886-2 instance. 4. From the perspective of Earth. 5. Concept describing massive structures meant to comfortably house high amounts of residents while having a minor impact on the environment. 6. In this case the term shield refers to a spherical energy projection. 7. As able to be studied given the obstructions caused by the shields. 8. As able to be studied given the obstructions caused by the shields. 9. 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SCP-6887

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Item#: 6887 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Estate housing SCP-6887-1 and the apartment housing SCP-6887. Special Containment Procedures: Room 279 and the estate that houses SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 are to be housed by agents Aarya Mubarak and André Granger. Both agents are to report in every ten days and are to report any shifts in SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1's nature if such a shift occurs. Both agents must regularly attend mandatory health check-ups by medical personnel, and if any damage to their well-being is found they must be swapped out. If agents Mubarak or Granger are found to be using SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 in a case other than an emergency, they are to be swapped out and reprimanded by the order of Dr. Vander. If Dr. Vander is unavailable, another personnel with higher or equivalent clearance must intervene Description: SCP-6887 is an ornate glass wall mirror currently residing in room 279 of the Lower Manhattan apartment complex. When certain requirements are met, the glass mirror will change from the view inside room 279 to a different view in a room in a residence in Paris, activating SCP-6887-1, a similar glass wall mirror. Both mirror users will be able to communicate until another amount of requirements is needed to cease SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1's effect. SCP-6887 is only dangerous to an individual after being used for a certain amount of time. Estimations vary amongst individuals, however, it is speculated that using the mirror for ten days or more will result in health deficiencies and thereafter expiry of the individual due to health issues. Further research into the reasons for these health issues is still ongoing. Discovery: In 1990, the previous occupant of room 279, Grace Howe, discovered a journal hidden in the drawer just below the mirror. The journal described the creation and use of both SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 and how to use it. Without investigating any further, Ms. Howe fulfilled the requirements, and SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 were both activated. Ms. Howe was able to come in contact with the owner of the estate, François Lefurgey, and was able to communicate using her skill in the French language. Both Ms. Howe and Mr. Lefurgey came into contact with their local news stations, however, the Foundation received information about the two anomalies and was able to use disinformation to stop belief of SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1, claiming it was a hoax. Both Ms. Howe and Mr. Lefurgey were administered Class-B amnestics and evicted from their respective residences. Further research into room 279 showed that on December 7th, 1868, the decomposing body of a young man was found inside the room against the dresser. Research into the residence in France shows something similar as well, as another young man was found dead next to the mirror in his quarters the same day. Addendum: The journal of Henry Newman was recovered from Ms. Howe and taken to Site-28 for examination. Entries dating from 1867 to 1868 were discovered, however, only a few could be examined and read due to the state of the journal, and entries that have been deemed irrelevant to the factors of SCP-6887 and SCP-6887-1 have been omitted for brevity. Open Recovered Journal Documentation Hide Recovered Journal Documentation June 4th, 1868. It is so difficult to get in contact with Théo. All these letters I've been sending him. I hope he doesn't mind it, and I hope it doesn't clutter his postal services. The wait and the anticipation are the worst part of it. It's been so long since I've seen him. I truly wish there was a faster way to communicate with him rather than having to waste ink, paper, and time. However, if it is just to hear from him again, I will waste everything. June 10th, 1868. I received a letter back from Théo. He seems to be doing well and was sorry that he couldn't write back quicker. He said he was dealing with the family business and such things like that. I feel sorrow for him. It must be such a weight to have to carry knowing that you must carry your family legacy. Even if said legacy is creating wine so people may forget their quarrels, only to suffer more in a drunken stupor. Though, if wine could assist in forgetting about the loss of my brother and father to the war, I likely would partake in that sin as well. However, there was something interesting, he told me. He said he might be able to find a way of getting us in contact with each other, and a way in which I can see him. He says he'll have to talk to one of his friends, and that he'll get back to me as soon as he can. I'm curious on what he's talking about. June 15th, 1868. Théo has found us a way to get in contact. Though I must say, the way of communication is rather unorthodox. He listed in his last note the things required for this way of communication to be done, and it seems otherworldly. However, it is also strangely easy to do. All you have to do is [DATA EXPUNGED] and you'll be able to talk to the other person. I hope this works. June 16th, 1868. I can't believe it truly worked! It seemed magical, almost. The way the mirror became foggy and seemingly withdrawn from my world, and then, I was peering into Théo's. It was so good to see his face again. That beautiful hair and wonderful smile of his. We talked for hours, about life, about us. Eventually, Théo spoke about trying to find some ways to improve this mirror and its capabilities. I suppose if we can't be seen in public, and he's across the world, what else shall we do to speak to one another? September 26th, 1868. Hello, journal. My apologies for keeping you waiting for so long. Much of my time has been spent speaking with Théo. It has been so wonderful. He told me he was able to come into contact with some people that would help improve the mirror. Likely anomalously so. It sounded like his friends who helped originally didn't wish for him to do anything more with the mirror. The improvements would allow us to see each other more clearly through the gaze of the mirror (as it originally was quite foggy), and something else Théo spoke about. I wasn't quite listening, sadly. Théo can be rather distracting, and I had a lot on my mind. I will continue to observe these improvements. November 3rd, 1868. The improvements went well, by the looks of it. I can see my beautiful Théo even better than I could have before. I am still unsure as to why his colleagues didn't want him to further better the mirror, but I do not care. As long as I can see Théo, all is well. It still irks me, however. If it helps people get in contact better, why not use it? I mean, all you have to do to use and improve it is [DATA EXPUNGED]. November 13th, 1868. Théo looked rather ill today. I suggested he go to the doctor's office, but he insisted he was fine. He said I looked rather pale today. I'm not sure if that was him saying I looked sickly as well, or an insult for insisting he was ill. Either way, I hope he's okay. November 23rd, 1868. Théo's health seems to be getting worse. He's been coughing a lot during our times using the mirror, and he got a nosebleed yesterday. I particularly don't feel all too well, either. But it is Theo I am truly worried about. Théo said he'd look into the source of our ailment, whatever that means. November 25th, 1868. I understand now why his friends shunned such improvements for the mirror. Théo has discovered that it is the sole reason for our illness. Faulty magic, or something along those lines. It's too late to prevent it from how much we've been using it. I don't care. I just want Théo to be okay, yet time and time again he insists that he is fine. December 3rd, 1868. My lovely Théo. He doesn't even look like himself anymore. That face that I had felled in love with is now pale and sickly, his beautiful green eyes now sunken into his skull. He looks so frail. I damn myself for not being able to assist him, for not being able to do something. Is this god's punishment? Taking away the only thing I cared for? I will give my own life if it means Theo can remain. December 5th, 1868. I'm so scared. Everything hurts. It is nearly impossible for me to move without feeling pain as my brittle bones ache. I sat down in front of the mirror and talked with Théo all day. He seemed abstract. Gone from our world. I had to bring his attention back several times. I asked Théo one question. Would people mourn or miss us if we were gone? He replied 'Of course, they would. You're a good person, Henry, and you have many who adore you. My family will mourn me, but I am only one child out of several. I'm sorry for getting you into this, Henry.' I felt my heart ache, yet I was too tired to even cry anymore. I sensed Théo felt the same way. I don't care if we go to heaven or hell. I just want to be in his warm embrace. Théo told one of his friends to fulfill the ritual after we pass, to close the mirror. I suppose I cannot blame him. This magic is foul and no one else should suffer the same fate. To anyone who will read or find this, know that we were real. That we were here. That what happened happened. That we were real people, with real dreams, and real goals, just like you. Please, don't forget us. And please don't forget Théo. I shall hide this journal away in the compartment below the dresser, in hopes nobody discovers it. December 7th, 1868 Théo died this afternoon. The light in my life has gone. But I am off to see him.

SCP-6888

safe

 close Info X "Extratemporal Funeral Home" by stoner99 I encourage you to read more of my works here: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/stoner99-author-page SCP-6888's point of discovery Item #: SCP-6888 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6888 is contained in a fifteen meter ice locker at Site-07. No further containment procedures are necessary at this time. Description: SCP-6888 collectively designates a group of twenty five human corpses exhibiting no signs of decomposition or decay at a cellular level. In addition to this effect, instances of SCP-6888 do not experience many other phenomena typically associated with death, including: decreases in body temperature, skin discoloration, and production of putrescine. Each instance of SCP-6888 currently in containment is physically identical to a statesman, world leader, cultural figure, or other similar individual who had died in the decades prior to the object's discovery. As exhumation has revealed that the cadavers of these persons remain in their original places of burial, there is currently no tangible explanation for their similarities to SCP-6888. Discovery: SCP-6888 was discovered on August 12th, 1984, in Svalbard, Norway, beneath an abandoned structure believed to have served as a mausoleum for the objects at some point in the past. The building had fallen into disrepair before being acquired by containment operatives, and was entirely collapsed in certain sections, impeding SCP-6888's retrieval. The interior of the structure was divided into twenty six burial chambers, each corresponding1 to an instance of SCP-6888, which were removed over the course of the next several hours and taken to Site-07 for examination. Below is an abridged list of notable instances recovered, along with descriptions of the chambers in which they were stored. Description of instance Description of chamber Notes Instance resembles former Japanese Emperor Meiji. Subject is dressed in traditional regal garb, and was clasping a rusted golden sabre at the time of recovery. The walls of the chamber are decorated with a series of brightly colored woodblock prints depicting various societal and military achievements attained under Meiji's reign. Notable examples include: the proclamation the 1889 Constitution of Japan, the first session of the Imperial Diet, workers constructing telegraph lines, and Japanese warships bombarding Russian forces during the Siege of Port Arthur. Instance was found situated in an ornate limestone sarcophagus, with the words "lie" and "wait" engraved at the base of the tomb in Kanji characters. Instance resembles Serbian-American engineer Nikola Tesla. Room is sparsely furnished. The floor is cluttered with notes on a variety of unfinished mechanical devices, with a particular fixation on the creation of automatons and the concept of artificial intelligence. No burial rituals preformed. Subject was discovered chained to a plain metal folding chair, with the words "not yet" engraved repeatedly onto the objects seat and manchette. Instance resembles former Australian Prime Minister Harold Holt, dressed in a light blue swimsuit. Chamber contains a large number of political paraphernalia for Holt's 1966 Liberal Party leadership campaign, and the subsequent Australian federal election. The room also hosts a large number of spearfishing equipment, swimming supplies, and taxidermy of marine wildlife. Instance currently under investigation for possible ties to SCP-3477. Instance resembles Turkish statesman Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, dressed in a black lounge suit. Chamber appears to be an exact replica of Atatürk's personal quarters at Dolmabahçe Palace in Istanbul, Turkey. Large portions of the chamber are charred or collapsed; believed to be due to a fire beginning with a large pile of incinerated kilim fabric in the northwest corner of the room. N/A Chamber resembles the 'Green Room' of the United States Executive Mansion. The chamber is filled to the brim with numerous materials from a variety of highly specific 19th century United States national elections, including: the 1856 & 1848 United States presidential election, the 1852 Whig National Convention, and the 1856 "Know Nothing" party nominating convention. A single open casket lies in the center of the chamber. DNA testing of skin cells left on the receptacle's padding has been identified as belonging to American soap opera star Alec Baldwin. The implications of this discovery are unclear at this time. Footnotes 1. With the exception of Chamber 26. See discovery log for further details. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6888" by stoner99, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6888. Licensed under CC-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: discovery Name: File:DEW radar site in Greenland (cropped).JPG Author: Struthious Bandersnatch License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6889

thaumiel

WARNING: DoWAC1 is currently investigating possible secondary anomalous effects of SCP-6889, this document is to be considered misinformation until the investigation has concluded. Interaction with SCP-6889 is prohibited until this time. Item #: SCP-6889 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6889 is located on a web server owned by Homloch Web Hosting in Omaha, Nebraska. Foundation personnel are to infiltrate Homloch Web Hosting and monitor SCP-6889 and any devices that access it. Description: SCP-6889 is an internet forum found at the web address https://unxplainedxtranormal.cu/truths. Any post made to the /truths board from 3am to 4am local time will detail extensively the name, location, and description of a seemingly random anomaly, as well as the full name of the instigator of the post (regardless of the computer or account used), always bearing the following message: This anonymous tip-off brought to you by /truths message board: There is no obvious source of SCP-6889’s information, nor reason for its anomalous effects being limited to one hour per day. The anomalies described by SCP-6889 include those both unknown and known to the Foundation, often including greater detail than Foundation records. The anomalous effect manifests after a draft post is submitted to the forum. The post is immediately replaced by a new post containing the anomalous information (Designated SCP-6889-1). Prior to containment the public nature of SCP-6889 led to several incidents in which the general public became aware of, and subsequently came into contact with, uncontained anomalous phenomena. Fortunately the wording of SCP-6889-1 instances regarding Foundation-held anomalies were void of any information capable of triggering a ßK-Class "Lifted Veil" scenario2, possibly a measure to avoid Foundation web-sweepers. It is held that information supplied by SCP-6889 is factual and useful to the Foundation, as the 6889-1 instances regarding Foundation-held anomalies have been found to be accurate. Recovery: Initial attempts at containment involved the seizure of the physical server hosting SCP-6889, however upon bringing the server to Site-15 for testing it was found that all attempts to trigger SCP-6889’s effects resulted in the following message: Error code 76533: ‘do not negotiate with terrorists’ In order to retain both SCP-6889’s potentially useful properties and Foundation security, the source code of the website was edited to require Level 5 security clearance for access to the /truths board, the host server was then returned to its original owners (Homloch Web Hosting, NE). Subsequent testing confirmed SCP-6889 had returned to normal behaviour. Experiment 6889-14: Subject: D-3094 Procedure: Subject given access to computer peripheries connected to SCP-6889 at 03:21 local time, instructed to type and post a message in Spanish. Result/s: SCP-6889-1 instance appeared written in Spanish, detailed anomalous building cognizant with Unexplained Location UE-8155823. Experiment 6889-16: Subject: D-42265 Procedure: Subject given access to computer peripheries connected to SCP-6889 at 12:52 local time, computer clock set to 03:30. Subject instructed to type and post words to favourite song. Result/s: SCP-6889-1 instance did not appear; post identical to subject input. Experiment 6889-143: Subject: Dr Finlay Braunholtz, Site-15 DoWAC Representative Procedure: Subject given access to computer peripheries connected to SCP-6889 at 03:10 local time, as requested for ‘important DoWAC business’. Subject typed and posted unrecorded message. Result/s: SCP-6889-1 instance detailing fail-safe protocol appeared; upon reading subject immediately halted experiment and made contact with DoWAC Director Conners. + Addendum 6889-143-A - Addendum 6889-143-A SCP-6889-1 instance generated by Experiment 6889-143: Failsafe 42: ‘Found the Fed’ dfлháфjΔзkmу This message is an automated response to be displayed in the event the /truths board makes contact with an individual who knows themselves to be a paid concealer of the truth. This board is more than just an encyclopedia, the same methods it uses to acquire its forbidden information are used on the poster as well. And in the eventuality that the poster happens to be a member of some unknown thought police, the following protocol is enacted: The string of characters at the beginning of this message were placed there in such a way that they have certain properties. The first person to read these letters will be tied by fate to the /truths board irreversibly, meaning that if the board is destroyed then the reader will be destroyed also. This protocol was put in place to ensure that the truth remains accessible to anyone, Fed or no, lest one of said Feds spontaneously combusts. The methods by which /truths operates and I hide myself will not be revealed here, but know this, Feds: The Truth will get out eventually. Footnotes 1. ‘Department of Web Anomaly Containment’ 2. The Foundation or anomalous become public knowledge. 3. Log of Unexplained Locations

SCP-6890

euclid

by J Dune SCP-6890 - Tales of Terror GOOOOOOOOSEBUMMMMPS ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6890 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo A still from Tales of Terror's opening Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-43 Allan J. McInnis Lillian S. Lillihammer MTF Kappa-43 ("The Mediators") White Cross Studios, the locus of SCP-6890 Special Containment Procedures: The exterior of White Cross Studios, which contains SCP-6890, has been blocked from public access. Civilian trespassers are to be amnesticized. Further exploration of SCP-6890 is prohibited until further notice. All testing with SCP-6890-1 is to be recorded. Description: SCP-6890 is a non-Euclidean, extra-dimensional space positioned between the ground and first floors of White Cross Studios, a soundstage in Saskatchewan, Canada. SCP-6890 is stark grey in color, and expands indefinitely in all directions. SCP-6890 is absent from any official documentation or schematic of the studio. A partially concealed trap door located underneath Stage-8 serves as its only point of access. The sole objects inside SCP-6890 are a podium made of lithified sediment, and on top of it, SCP-6890-1. SCP-6890-1 is a television typical of those manufactured in the late 1990s. A silver cross logo is placed in the center of the lower half of the object’s plastic casing. On its back is an engraved phrase, which has been reproduced below. A penance unpaid with deliverance prayed The Father presides, the Children abide The worth of a soul, the Prelate weighs SCP-6890-1 remains operational despite not being connected to a power source. When SCP-6890-1 is powered on, via use of a button in the left-hand corner of the object, it will play a previously unseen episode of Raymond Dillinger’s Tales of Terror, a Canadian children’s horror anthology series that briefly aired on television from 1999 to 2000. SCP-6890-1 cannot be powered off until the episode is aired in its entirety. These episodes, designated SCP-6890-A, are similar in structure and style to the original program but differ in tone, most apparent in their incorporation of religious elements into the narrative and the character of the Prelate. Further information regarding the contents of SCP-6890-A can be found below. Actors who appear within SCP-6890-A are 13 juvenile individuals, who also appeared throughout the show’s original, televised run in central, starring roles. Research into the identities of these individuals, including names, familial histories, or public records, has been unsuccessful. Addendum.6890.1: Program Overview + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum A capture from Tales of Terror, 1x06 Tales of Terror was a television program produced, directed, and written by Raymond Dillinger. The show followed an anthology format, with each episode telling the story of a child’s encounter with the supernatural, following the trend of middle-grade targeted horror media released in the 1990s. These episodes would follow a standard plot progression, before implementing an unexpected and often nonsensical “twist” ending as a climax. Two example episodes have been summarized below. Season 1, Episode 6 - “The Big Top!” Sarah Donner, a young girl struggling with a fear of bees, starts to suffer night terrors about a hive. Episode ends with a troupe of worker bees kidnapping Sarah and bringing her to a large cavern, and the reveal that she was a queen bee who had run away from the hive years ago, desperately trying to live a normal life as a human. Sarah transforms into a bee, and is forced onto the throne by a beekeeper. Season 1, Episode 9 - “Camp Fear” Episode focuses on a group of summer-campers who become stranded in the wilderness and stalked by what they believe is the ghost of a girl who was murdered at the camp years ago. In the end, it’s revealed that the campers are government agents, sent directly to apprehend the spirit and bring her into custody. A capture from Tales of Terror, 1x09 Of note is that the child actors portraying each respective protagonist throughout the show's 13 episode run are entirely unknown, and remain uncredited despite playing the episode’s main character. The likenesses of these actors are reproduced by SCP-6890-1 in SCP-6890-A. Tales of Terror aired on Canadian television channel “YTV” for a single season and was critically panned during its run for poor acting, inexpensive production, and stale writing. The show was largely unpopular with its target audience, and quickly became forgotten. As a result, the show was not distributed on home media following its initial airing, and copies of the show are scarce. Attempts to contact Corus Entertainment, owners of YTV and presumably the distribution rights-holders of Tales of Terror have been met with ignorance regarding the existence of the show and the whereabouts of its master recordings. Regardless, the Foundation has compiled a complete library of Tales of Terror, and has concluded that the show is outwardly non-anomalous, and the contents of the episodes are unremarkable. Addendum.6890.2: White Cross Studios + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum INFORMATION RELEASED WITH OSAT COOPERATION THROUGH ACT 232-E The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-6890 after an investigation into the disappearance of Raymond Dillinger, the show’s producer, by the Occult and Supernatural Activity Taskforce (OSAT) of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Dillinger, who has been designated PoI-6890, disappeared shortly following the show’s cancellation in 2000. An excerpt from an OSAT agent’s initial report on Dillinger and White Cross Productions has been included below. The company’s history is murky, but standard given its small size. Produced multiple made-for-TV films throughout the 70s and 80s, all spearheaded by Dillinger. Nothing out of the ordinary about any of the productions, they more or less flew under the radar. Every commercial, every film, every television series, no matter how insignificant it may seem, is produced by a team of dedicated workers who pour dozens, if not hundreds of hours into their product. White Cross was one of thousands of unknown studios working below the surface of the mainstream. They never produced anything of their own until 1999, when Dillinger was asked to head the production of a children’s horror series. According to what we discovered, he was more than happy to finally take the creative lead on a project. Unfortunately, the history of Raymond Dillinger is more difficult to narrow down than his company. He was Victoria-born, white, male, and credited as a production assistant on more than 35 different films in the 1960s before founding White Cross and constructing an expensive studio complex in Saskatchewan. No family to speak of, no relationships, life outside of work completely unknown. There is one thing we learned from speaking to former colleagues though - Dillinger loved what he did, and was loved by those who worked with him. At least until the production of Tales. Following the cancellation, White Cross Productions folded, and the crew were absorbed into other production companies working in Canada. Equipment within White Cross Studios was sold, and the property remained untouched until 2003, when OSAT’s investigation yielded the discovery of SCP-6890. Excerpt follows. We seized some excess docs. Stuff left in the filing cabinets and the desk drawers, even a few surveillance cameras. Only things ransacked here were the expensive film equipment, it seems. The site’s filled with costumes, props, all sorts of paraphernalia. They’re interesting enough, given what we already know about Dillinger, but don’t compare at all to the crawlspace. That’s what we’re calling it. Jen noticed it first, practically fell in. A section of the floor was offset, almost like a trap door pushed to the side, and in between the cracks was a gray light, peeking from between the interstice and the concrete. Extraspatial Anomaly RDIS-01, proper file attached below. Initial OSAT reports also mention SCP-6890-1 being incapable of powering on during its discovery. Following the disappearance of three OSAT agents during attempts to explore SCP-6890, the decision was made to transfer jurisdiction of the anomaly to the Foundation. Salaz, Hyder, and Molonti set out to give a preliminary check, investigate the perimeter, and see what we were dealing with. It was grey on grey for as far as the eye could see, but we wanted to know what was beyond that, if anything. Feeds blacked out at around 4 kilometers. They just kept walking the entire time, completely silent. We told them there was nothing out there, it could go on forever, but they didn’t listen. The comms went out completely, and they never came back. A few hours later, they turned on, and all we heard was what sounded like a smile, grinning slowly into our comms. If something’s down there, it was surprised to see us, and it was excited too. The skippers were called in after that. Following Foundation containment and seizure of relevant documents, investigation into SCP-6890 and 6890-1 was conducted. Foundation assets did not encounter issues when attempting to explore SCP-6890, but did not find necessary reason to do so extensively with the advent of SCP-6890-1’s anomalous properties, which manifested shortly after the OSAT left the site. Attempts to retrieve the three missing OSAT agents from SCP-6890 were met with failure. During exploration attempts, Foundation recording equipment detected bursts of white noise in the 160 to 190 kilohertz region, affecting all long-range communication attempts beyond the 2 kilometer radius surrounding SCP-6890-1. As such, further exploration has been discontinued. Addendum.6890.3: SCP-6890-A Testing Log + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum The Prelate SCP-6890-1 began producing SCP-6890-A on 2003/11/10, during a routine inspection of the object. After powering the device on, several minutes of static and noise ensued before SCP-6890-A1 began to play. All instances were recorded, transcribed, and summarized. Content in instances of SCP-6890-A differ from the televised run of Tales of Terror in significant ways. The cast of 13 unknown child actors who appeared in the original series are present in each instance of SCP-6890-A, whereas they only appeared in their respective episodes during the initial broadcast. These individuals are, aside from the Prelate, the only characters in SCP-6890-A. This emptiness is exacerbated by SCP-6890-A’s apparent low budget, as each episode takes place in what appears to be the same town, though this is not acknowledged within the show itself. There is heavy re-use of sets, props, and costumes from previous episodes, and production errors, such as the visibility of storage areas or filming equipment in certain scenes, are common. Furthermore, actors sometimes take up more than one role per episode, sometimes speaking to themselves or appearing multiple times in the same location. Their performances are markedly different from their acting in the original show, as the children appear more unsure of themselves, repeating lines, and frequently glancing offscreen to hurriedly apologize after a mistake. The show’s format is unchanged, still being a horror anthology series, though SCP-6890-A incorporates heavy religious themes and messages into each instance. This is often provided by the “Prelate” character, an individual not present in the original series. The Prelate is a tall, red-robed entity with excessive boils covering its skin and a large, wide-brimmed hat. He is present in each SCP-6890-A instance, and attempts to “teach” the cast a moral lesson, which is often coupled with intensive punishment. These morals are outwardly religious, fashioning themselves after Catholic or sometimes Protestant teachings, but upon closer inspection, are nonsensical and unnecessarily cruel. Scenes in which characters are being “punished” by the Prelate are both graphic and lengthy, but often conclude with the main character thanking the Prelate, and promising to correct their behavior in the future. Injuries suffered by the characters are healed by the next SCP-6890-A instance, though scars, bruises, and other physical indications of suffering remain. The first series of tests using SCP-6890-1, SCP-6890-A1 through SCP-6890-A4, are included below. Instance #: SCP-6890-A1 Episode Title: To Find God is to Go Below Summary: Hannah Troy wins a contest to visit a movie studio. While there, she notices that a director is having trouble shooting his film, which is about a seance going wrong. Hannah prays to the Prelate, who arrives at the studio and orders that the director repent and turn to God. The director claims that he does not know how; in response, the Prelate points towards a previously unnoticed darkly-lit stairwell near a wall in the studio, stating that “God is beneath, in places seen only through his eyes.” The director descends the stairwell, and the episode cuts to a grey still for 7 minutes. When the picture is restored, the Director is filming scenes of the actors injuring one another, going so far as to force Hannah to remove her own eyes with a screwdriver, as she stayed at the studio beyond her curfew, disobeying the rules set by her parents. While the crew of the film are upset with the director’s change in behavior, the Prelate is satisfied, and rewards him by allowing him to achieve salvation. The child portraying the role of the director disappears and is not seen again in another SCP-6890-A instance. The blinded Hannah cries out, upset that she was not taken by the Prelate, stating that she’s suffered enough. Instance #: SCP-6890-A2 Episode Title: To Walk With God is to Return Above Summary: Billy Hadder and his friends discover a hidden passage inside their school locker room after breaking in after-hours. It leads to a narrow, cramped cavern that extends downwards. At night, they dream of God calling to them, asking them to go back to the tunnel, as he crafted it specifically for his followers. The children are afraid, and attempt to block off the passage using spare gym equipment. Their teacher, the Prelate, catches them and forces the children to break each other's limbs for not only breaking into the locker room, but also disobeying the word of God and refusing to enter the passage. After the children are adequately punished, Billy Hadder kneels on his broken knees and repents before the Prelate. The Prelate determines that Billy is ready to “walk with the Lord” and forces him to crawl on his injured hands and knees into the hole, which closes after the two enter. Billy’s actor is not seen in any other SCP-6890-A instance following this episode. Instance #: SCP-6890-A3 Episode Title: To Know God is to Abandon Man Summary: A group of students discover dinosaur fossils in the lot outside of their school. This prompts a surging interest in dinosaurs in the town as the students compile a complete skeleton to sell to a museum. On the day of the sale, the museum representative is none other than the Prelate, who reveals that the children had strayed from God’s teachings by believing in dinosaurs, and the bones were put there by the Prelate to test their faith. He states that God is “older and buried deeper” than any dinosaur. The children beg the Prelate for forgiveness, but are punished instead, as the dinosaur skeleton reanimates itself into a large, horned, humanoid creature and consumes them. The episode ends with the Prelate burying the bones of the children in a wooded location reminiscent of the area surrounding the exterior of White Cross Studios. He molds the bones into the form of fossilized dinosaur remains. He then removes a pelvic bone and resurrects one of the children, a young girl, whose flesh hangs from the bones of her broken skeleton. He tells her that she has suffered adequately, and has earned salvation. The girl begins crying and thanks the Prelate. She asks why the Prelate has not healed her friend’s eyes1. The Prelate initially does not respond, and assures her that her friend will achieve salvation after she adequately atones for her sins, as she has committed more than anyone else according to his judgement. The girl understands, sinks into the ground, and is not seen in any other SCP-6890-A instance going forward. Instance #: SCP-6890-A4 Episode Title: To Be God is to Consume His Glory Summary: Two brothers believe their town is under attack by werewolves after witnessing their neighbor transform into a beast and go off into town. This coincides with multiple disappearances of their friends. Eventually, a group of children confront the neighbor, who transforms into a monster in front of them. The Prelate enters, emerging from inside a cabinet, and tells the children that the monster is, in fact, a messenger of God. He explains further that they should not judge something as evil, because something outwardly evil may be God in disguise. The Prelate orders the children to become one with God by consuming the monster’s flesh. To do this, the Prelate transforms the two brothers into similar looking creatures through a series of painful transformations. Once fully transformed, they are forced to consume the messenger-creature, and then their friends. After doing so, the Prelate takes the brothers outside of the house and into a forest. They are not seen again. Addendum.6890.4: Interview Log + Access Addendum - Hide Addendum Foundation investigations into PoI-6890 resulted in interviewing multiple cast and crew members of Tales of Terror and former White Cross Studios productions under the guise of a police investigation into Dillinger’s disappearance. An interview with Donald Harving, a production manager on Tales of Terror and close associate of PoI-6890, has been transcribed below. Dr. Marsen: Thank you for taking the time to sit down with us, Mr. Harving. Harving: Sure. Anything to shed some light on Raymond. He’s an unsung hero of the field. Dr. Marsen: We’ve heard. Can you speak to Dillinger’s relationship with those who worked with him? Harving: Wonderful guy, the absolute best. Always made everyone feel welcome, always was approachable, really fostered a collaborative atmosphere in the best way. We were doing garbage for local broadcast stations, mostly, but it felt special. Some people light up a room by walking in, and Raymond was one of them. Dr. Marsen: Are you aware of his background? His personal life? Harving: Not exactly, but I don’t think anyone was. He was a private guy, at least with that sort of thing. It didn’t matter though, we were too focused on the creative process to worry about things like that. Kind of applied to all of us. Dr. Marsen: Hm. How would you describe Raymond leading up to his disappearance? Harving: Oh God, it was… it was awhile ago, but it was one of the worst periods of my life. I know others who would say the same thing. We were filming this kids’ show, this stupid kids’ show, based on some spooky books or something, I think. I’ve never seen a person change completely in such a short span of time before. I know I just talked him up, but the Raymond I knew was an entirely different person than the Raymond that worked on this show. Midway through production, it was like someone put a towel over the entire studio and twisted and wringed, making sure any joy that came from the job was dripping to the floor, day by day. It was different, Raymond would come into work frustrated, started taking it out on the crew, which… he never did that before, ever. He threw coffee on a camera-girl after she screwed up a shot, which… thank God it had been sitting out for a few hours. Every day was a nightmare, and it was the first time Raymond had ever been in a position where he was producing his own work. Before, it was always someone else's. Maybe it went to his head? It’s not the version of him that I want to remember. Dr. Marsen: He alienated his former friends completely, then? Harving: You could say that. He would spend all of his time in the basement, away from everyone else. That fucking basement, I don’t know if he set up an office there or… or what, but he’d go there alone. We’d leave and he’d still be down there, and when we came back the next day, he’d finally come up. Dr. Marsen: Do you remember how Dillinger treated the cast of the show? Harving: Same as… same as he treated us, I think. Meltdowns, anger, threats. Religious, oh god the religious rants were something else. I almost forgot about those. Maybe he had some sort of spiritual reawakening on set or something, but he’d always talk about God, and how we were doing the Lord’s work. He never went to church though. He couldn’t have, when he was in the fucking basement all day. He was losing it, I think. The pressure of being responsible for every facet of production for the first time in his life. It was how he coped, probably. Dr. Marsen: Do you remember any of the child actors involved in the production? Any incidents regarding them specifically? Harving: Of course, I… hm. It’s been so long that I don’t think I do. I never thought about it before, but no, no I don’t remember them. I don’t think they went on to do anything big, any of them. Raymond… right, now I remember. Raymond would scream at them for hours about their acting, saying it was wooden, or forcing them to reshoot certain scenes. Thought he was Kubrick or something, but these were just little kids, you know? We talked him down, tried to console some of the kids, but he was on a warpath. Dr. Marsen: Filming guidelines require adult supervision of child actors while on set. How did their guardians respond to this? Harving: I can’t recall. I’d imagine it wasn’t good, but it happened so frequently that it makes me wonder; Why did no one stop him? Who would let their child get bossed around by that man? But I’ve been in this business for half of my life, and the types of people who bring their children into it are scum. There are exceptions, as always, but they are scum. Learning to take the abuse is just part of the job for their future movie star. It’s better for them to learn that sooner than later. Dr. Marsen: Would Raymond’s religious interests intersect with the writing of the show? Harving: Uh, I haven’t watched that crap, so I wouldn’t really know, but I do remember him being upset at the network forcing him to rewrite certain scripts. Actually, they might have rewritten parts for him. There was this one episode where he insisted on donning this ridiculous outfit and parading around to preach, or something. It’d end with the monster being Jesus in disguise or some bullshit he came up with after spending hours cooped up in the basement. We filmed some of it, but the higher ups said religious horror was wildly inappropriate for the target audience, so we scrapped it, obviously. Dr. Marsen: Do you remember what happened to the footage? Harving: The Onset of the Prelate. Dr. Marsen: Mr. Harving? Harving: That was the title. Raymond kept repeating it, over and over. The Onset of the Prelate. Researcher’s Note: Information corroborates with other interviewed subjects. Former associates of PoI-6890 notice a decline in his health and a change in attitude during the production of Tales. Subjects do not recall the identities of child stars on the show, even when presented with photographs of them, but all mention PoI-6890 harboring resentment towards them and other cast members for reasons unclear. All subjects corroborate that PoI-6890 spent significant time in the studio's basement. Notably, White Cross Studios does not have a basement. Addendum.6890.5: SCP-6890-A Testing Log II + Access Logs - Hide Logs Instance #: SCP-6890-A5 Episode Title: The Flesh Can Be Cleaned Only Through Him Summary: Story follows a girl named Chloe2, who begins losing friends because she does not want to play a roleplaying game involving the wizards and magic, as it goes against her faith. Slowly, Chloe is coerced into playing the game by peer pressure. During a session, the group accidentally summons a demonic entity, who is revealed to be the Prelate in disguise. The Prelate burns the group of children, sans Chloe, for engaging in the occult, and practicing idolatry. At this point, Foundation researchers experiment with the object by powering off SCP-6890-1. The object does not turn on for thirteen hours. When power is restored, the Prelate congratulates a boy for enduring the “cleansing fires”, and takes him away in a manner similar to previous tests. Chloe begs the Prelate to let her repent, stating that she feels ashamed for standing aside while others are performing their penance, but he leaves. Instance #: SCP-6890-A8 Episode Title: Men Can Be Judged Only Through Him Summary: Episode is devoid of plot and consists of the Prelate lecturing the remaining children in a church setting about Heaven, God, and the need to suffer in his name. The lecture specifically denounces abrahamic religions as heretical, and their god as a false one. The Prelate states that God is something all-consuming that, once found, can be harnessed to judge others through his will. He then asks the children where God can be found, to which they respond in unison with a phrase, reproduced below. God lies in secret, forgotten, festering in a shallow grave. Where time cannot reach, and the blind cannot breach, his doors open for sons to see. Beneath the ground that man has laid, and words he sets in stone, he operates in a silence so few can ever know. The Prelate removes a tile from the floor and asks for one of the children to step forward and throw themselves into the hole. A girl3 volunteers herself, but the Prelate denies her, feeling she is not ready. The girl insists, but the Prelate warns that he will turn the cameras off, and they will be forced to go “off script”. This silences the girl. Instead, the Prelate picks two other girls, who lower themselves into the hole. The Prelate remarks that they will undergo “more pain than one should feel in a thousand lifetimes”. Seconds later, the two emerge, apparently unharmed, and embrace the Prelate. He takes them down the stairs, and they are not seen again. Addendum.6890.6: Recovered Documents + Access Documents - Hide Documents The following are documents recovered from the Foundation’s acquisition of White Cross Studios. I’ve been fielding complaints about you all month. I don’t know what’s happening over there, but I’ve seen the footage, you either tone that shit down, or I’ll take this higher. I reviewed the scripts for the second quarter of shooting, and we’ve determined that they’re not in line with what is acceptable to air on children’s television. We got Jackie to rewrite them, as you’ve demonstrated that you’re incapable of refraining from shoving this Sunday school bullshit into your work. And [ILLEGIBLE]]? That’s my daughter. She’s here because of me, and because you’re my friend. If you treat her the way you’re treating those other kids, I will make sure you never work again, Raymond. G.H White Cross Productions The field of God beneath it all repents unwilling unworthy forever. Judgement never religious open my eyes open my eyes down there, going going. Going for ever. For ever. Found it there and never moved again for years until i found it there forever. Why here? Why anywhere? It had to be here. I will make sure they achieve salvation thank you thank you the lord our lord. I cannot taste with my own eyes but the eyes of the LORD and he is wrathful but oh so very forgiving yes. Thousand years. Before that. He is GOD. I am his PROPHET. The shepard will tend to his sheep the souls of the unwashed to wash the feet as his SON did for those to cleanse the pain with pain and mightful vengeance. Evil is real and it lurks in the body of every man who is unpurified by His word that extends and branches so far beneath under there under there. In here. You’re doing good. To do: -film 1x06 -replace pulleys -talk to jace re: new lights -negotiate flight with [ILLEGIBLE] -go beneath -partake in His cup - - - -so gracious of Him to choose me -beneath (The following is footage obtained from a surveillance camera active in the studio. No audio remains.) Raymond Dillinger and crew are filming a scene on the set of a living room. One of the child actors, a young boy seen in SCP-6890-A, appears to have trouble performing alongside two adult actors. They sit at a dinner table, and the boy throws his plate across the set. Dillinger cuts the scene and takes a moment to view the footage. Two crew members sweep up the plate. Dillinger signals to the crew. The boy is provided with a new plate. Scene is reshot. Midway through, Dillinger signals for the scene to be cut. Dillinger approaches the boy and screams at him, frantically gesturing. The boy and Dillinger continue to argue. Dillinger grabs the child’s hands and forces them to perform the sign of the cross. When he refuses, Dillinger takes the plate and smashes it over the boy’s head. He collapses. Dillinger turns to the crew and gestures again. He storms off the set to an unseen location. Crew members attend to the child. Addendum.6890.7: SCP-6890-A Testing Log III + Access Logs - Hide Logs Tests SCP-6890-A9 through SCP-6890-A12 have been reproduced below. SCP-6890-A9 Episode Title: The Last to be Judged Summary: The young girl seen in previous tests confronts the Prelate, and asks why she has not been chosen to ascend. Her wounds have not healed, and her body is noticeably damaged in several places: her body is emaciated, limbs hang limp, a wrapping covers her eyes, there are severe burn marks and bruises on her skin, and her gait is staggered. The Prelate says that it is because he knows she still has much to atone for. The girl does not understand, and lists the hardships that she's suffered for God over the years. The Prelate says that God cares about her more than she could imagine, and asks if she is willing to undergo a final test for the Lord. The girl accepts. SCP-6890-A10 Episode Title: N/A Summary: Episode consists solely of shots of the town. Props are seen thrown together in the backs of storehouses, and locations seen throughout the show are boarded up. No audio is present. SCP-6890-A11 Episode Title: Summary: The Prelate grants "salvation" to the remaining children, sans the girl. When a boy asks about her, the Prelate says that she is still undergoing her penance. SCP-6890-A12 Episode Title: Ascension Summary: The girl returns from a hole in the ground, battered and barely able to stand. She finds that the town is empty. Upon realizing that she's the last to be taken, she begins to cry. The Prelate appears and assures her that she has been forgiven. He takes her hand, and her injuries heal. The two walk to a well at the edge of town that extends downwards. The girl and the Prelate do not hesitate to jump in. They do so, and the episode cuts. Following the airing of SCP-6890-A12, SCP-6890-1 became unresponsive, and was reclassified as a neutralized component of SCP-6890. Addendum.6890.8: Spatial Alterations to SCP-6890 On 2004/1/12, SCP-6890 underwent a major spatial change, in which the grey coloration of the space disappeared entirely. As a result, visibility inside SCP-6890 became heavily impaired. During assessment, several researchers reported feeling compelled to leave the approved research area and explore the anomaly deeper. One such researcher, James Laden, disappeared into the depths of SCP-6890, prompting an immediate rescue effort. Due to difficulty communicating using radio in further parts of SCP-6890, Foundation Drone-SCFS-12 was released inside the anomaly with an automated flight path that would return to the research area after completing its exploration. A log of its findings has been transcribed below. DRONE REPORT SCFS-12 - OPERATOR, MADISON GREENE, TECH. POWER ON, SETTINGS CALIBRATED ENTERING FLIGHT LEAVING RADIUS COMMUNICATION FLATLINE. AUTOMATED NAVIGATION PATH ENGAGED NO VISUALS DETECTED. ENGAGING FRONTLIGHTS. FLIGHT STABLIZED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. NO VISUALS DETECTED. OBJECT DETECTED. Footage does not show a discernible object. OBJECT DETECTED. IDENTIFICATION UNKNOWN. Drone begins descending, derailing its automated flight path. WARNING, AUTOMATED NAVIGATION DISENGAGED. AWAITING CORRECTION FROM OPERATOR. The drone continues its descent. No objects are visible on screen. BEGINNING DESCENT. Footage does not show a discernible object. -25 METERS DESCENT. Footage does not show a discernible object. -50 METERS DESCENT. Context Unknown Footage does not show a discernible object. -75 METERS DESCENT. Footage does not show a discernible object. -100 METERS DESCENT. Footage does not show a discernible object. OBJECT DETECTED. CONCENTRATION OF AKIVA RADIATION DETECTED. UNKNOWN ENTITY. UNKNOWN ENTITY. UNKNOWN. UNKNOWN. Footage shows an indiscernible object. CONTACT LOST. Following five hours of inactivity, an undamaged SCFS-12 flew back to the research area with the above footage. Further exploration into SCP-6890 is postponed. Researcher Laden is considered lost. On 2004/1/14, SCP-6890-1 powered on automatically, and displayed the following text on a white background. Footnotes 1. This is presumably a reference to the child in the first test. 2. The actress portraying Chloe also portrayed the character Hannah in SCP-6890-A1. A wrap covers her eyes, indicating that her ocular injuries have yet to heal. 3. Portrayed by the same actress who played the “Hannah” and “Chloe” characters in previous tests.

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 close Info X ⚠️ Content note: This article contains discussions of anxiety, intrusive thoughts, depression, body dysmorphia, body horror, death and veiled allusions to suicide/ideation (fuck, that's a way longer list than it seemed writing it). If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. ⚠️ content warning SCP-6891. Poster found with SCP-6891. Packaging was labelled "Free Gift! Only £30.99 extra!" Item #: SCP-6891 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6891 is stored in a standard Safe-class containment locker at Site 135. Any further instances discovered are to be stored likewise. People affected by SCP-6891 are to receive regular psychiatric counselling and undergo regular empathy tests. Description: SCP-6891 is a cassette tape, titled "Guided Meditation, by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media." It purports to be a series of breathing and mental exercises, narrated by a man1 self-identified as "Jerome Sharp," who claims to practice therapy on the behalf of VKTM. According to SCP-6891, its purpose is to help the listener cope with anxiety. People who listen to and participate in the course presented on SCP-6891 to completion undergo significant mental changes. They describe themselves as being unable to feel emotion of any sort. For example, they respond to pain, but experience a purely physical response; they exhibit only token ill-feeling toward the instigator, no real surprise, and so on. Furthermore, they begin to suffer from a specific form of body dysmorphia; they initially perceive themselves covered in cracked and bleeding scabs, spreading out over time from their torso and continuing until they are completely covered. Following this, a similar effect occurs, with a layer of soft fat growing outward until coverage is total. This applies to orifices as well; several afflicted people have reported themselves having to slice open the scabs and tissue over their mouths in order to create an opening to talk and eat, although testing has suggested this to be entirely psychological. Those afflicted often perceive their fatty layer seeping into items they come into physical contact with, leaving stains that cannot be removed. All people affected by SCP-6891 report discomfort with their changes, although the emotional numbing effect prevents them from feeling severe distress. SCP-6891 was discovered on 12/12/95, in a break room in Wrexham Maelor Hospital, Wales. Addendum 7: Transcript of the first session on SCP-6891. <BEGIN LOG> [The sound of slow breathing is audible.] [A loud clap punctuates the recording, before Sharp begins speaking. He uses a low, measured tone of voice.] Sharp: Good morning, afternoon, or evening, my dear friends. Tell me, do you worry too much? Do you ever feel like the world burns, with a fire too hot, too voracious for any one person to deal with? Like we're all… spiraling down into the abyss? [Sharp laughs, softly and gently.] Sharp: Of course you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sitting somewhere, in a darkened room, listening to this. That's right, a dark room, maybe in the office? Maybe at home, on your bed, on your own time, hoping that one day you'll associate those dull walls with something beyond anxiety and scoliosis? Whatever the reason, whatever the scene, you need help. A cure, so to speak. Well, that's what I'm here for. [Soft, barely audible music begins playing. Despite its volume, it clips noticeably.] Sharp: My name is Jerome Sharp. I'm from Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, and I'm here to help. Because no-one likes anxiety. Anxiety just holds us back, unless properly applied. And your inability to get out of bed in the morning because you're reliving yet another embarrassing conversation with the love of your life is not the proper application. Best if we just… do away with it. Now, we're going to start off with some exercises. First off, I want you all to close your eyes. Go on, all of you. What's behind your eyelids can only hurt you if you let it. Are your eyes closed? You want them tight, but not so tight that you're seeing flashes. Just soft, empty black. Sharp: Have you heard of intrusive thoughts? When you see just a flash of something horrible? Go on, I know you get them. That little image, just behind your eyes, when you stand behind that pretty woman at the train station and see yourself just… push. No, don't open your eyes. This is important. Our researchers have suggested that that's what you're doing at that exact moment in a neighbouring version of reality. Don't reject these thoughts. Accept them. It's just like watching a lion disembowel a zebra on television. Think of yourself as David Attenborough. All the same, it does us no good to dwell on them. For instance, some people hit a bump when they're driving, and spend the rest of the week convinced they've killed someone! Can you imagine that? I mean, I'm sure you all hit bumps on your way to work this morning. Imagine if that had actually been a real life human! No, really. Imagine. Imagine him. Yes, him. Imagine his pale, spotty skin. His flimsy beard. His kind smile. His name was Billy, did you know that? He was on his way to university. He studied Veterinary Science. He was planning to surprise his girlfriend after his seminar on equine husbandry. He'd saved up for a meal at the Queen's Arms - nothing expensive, he couldn't afford anything like that, but done with love. Imagine your slime-green Ford Fiesta slamming into him at thirty miles an hour, while you're busy thinking about how best to pleasure your boss today, about your desperation not to disappoint, again. Imagine the bones crunch, the viscera spurt from his breached blood vessels, the light leave his eyes. Imagine the reflection of you in his eyes as you drive away, when you could have saved him if you'd just listened to that voice in your gut, that voice that's always right. Imagine him fading, but not before he has the chance to ask why. Why your carelessness and idiocy killed him, when it all could have been avoided. Imagine what you did. [Sharp claps loudly, laughing uproariously. The music abruptly halts.] Sharp: You can open your eyes now. How was that? Good for you? So, you know how you felt? Thinking about Billy? Well, by the time you've finished this course, courtesy of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, you'll be able to get back in your car and reverse over Billy as many times as you want without feeling a thing. We promise. Oh, and if you didn't drive to work today, don't waste my time. What are you, fucking Greenpeace or something? <END LOG> Addendum 8: Further excerpts from SCP-6891. From: Session Three <BEGIN LOG> Sharp: Give it a moment… aaaaaand un-tense those thigh muscles. Alright, and now we move to the, I don't know, the neck? Yeah, tense those neck muscles. While you're doing that, I want you to consider your anxiety. Specifically: where does it come from? I'm not talking about childhood trauma or anything, nah, my childhood was way worse than yours, and I'm not nearly as messed up as you, you're not allowed to use that as an excuse. No, anxiety, at its heart, is rooted in that little primate brain of yours, flailing in terror at a huge world it doesn't understand. Living in a world where that stick you wanted to beat your boyfriend to death with could be a venomous snake? Where you could die from eating those berries that looked exactly like the ones your mate had earlier? Where honest-to-goodness giant hawks could swoop out of the sky and cart you away to a grisly demise? Terrifying. It's a wonder any of them got out of bed in the morning. Actually, I should probably say, if you can't get out of bed in the morning, try sleeping on the couch. No, actually, depression is important too, as it goes. If you want some help on that account, take a listen to Session Five. [Sharp clears his throat.] Sharp: Yeah, um, anyway. Picture yourself in that cold, frightening world. You against the world. A world that doesn't care about you, your family. Your friends will all stab you in the back if it gets them an extra apple. You break an arm, you're useless. Can't be productive like that, can you? No. See you later, out on your own, never to be seen again. Now bin it. You see, your ancestors? Those primitive creatures you use as insults? They cared. They looked after their own. Cared for the sick, the elderly. Fed those in need. Because in a world where everything can and will kill you, all you have is each other. And you need to embrace that. Hold everyone close, cling to them like they're the life raft just barely keeping your head afloat, out of the cold and dark. Because they are that life raft. [There is a pause. Sharp breathes in deeply, and sighs.] Sharp: What's your life raft? [Silence.] Sharp: Oh, yeah, you can un-tense those neck muscles now. Shoulders next. <END LOG> From: Session Five <BEGIN LOG> Sharp: And obviously, we take depression very seriously. In fact, we address that here too! Value for money, that's what this is. Yeah, just go back to Session Three. But anyway, carry on. Theodora from R&D has just informed me we've invented this new technique, breathing exercises or something? Anyway, gimme a sec… [Rustling papers can be heard, as well as Sharp muttering under his breath.] Sharp: Let's see… bill, bill, shopping list, bill… aha! Here we go! So, what you do, is you, uh - well, you make yourself comfortable first, then you shut your eyes, and for fuck's sake get over whatever you see. We've done that, you can hyperventilate on your own time. Anyway, you breathe in through your nose, deep as you can, hold it for one, two, three, and, release through the mouth for, uh, a bit. And keep doing it, I guess. [The sound of Sharp inhaling and exhaling is audible for about thirty seconds.] Sharp: Bloody Nora, that just gets you dizzy, doesn't it? Whatever, I'm not actually getting paid to take part, you lot just get on with it. [Sharp is silent for about thirty seconds, before spending a minute alternating between clicking his tongue, drumming his fingers on his desk and humming "Funkytown."] Sharp: So, why are you actually doing this? Closing your eyes and trying to win at breathing, I mean. I presume it's a directive from high up, like. Cheaper than giving everyone a day off, we do offer very reasonable prices. But, y'know, there's only so much twitching your neck can do. At the end of the day, all this does is give you an hour less to meet your deadline. Cheap off-brand weedkiller, that's what they're offering. Still, it's better than no weedkiller. Sure, they don't give a damn if it works or not, but there's something pure in that, I think. If you don't care, it's no skin off your nose what happens. To harken back to our very first session, Billy is already a goner, what good is falling to your knees and wailing at whatever deity you prefer going to do? Best not to get worked up about it. And that way, you can keep hitting Billys, over and over like some vengeful philosopher's strapped them to a rail, and you know it's not worth worrying about. Isn't that better? Isn't that what you want? <END LOG> Addendum 10: Transcript of the eighth and final session on SCP-6891. <BEGIN LOG> Sharp: Hello, my wonderful, dedicated friends. Nearly there now. Home stretch. That's all you've ever really wanted, right? I can tell how you're feeling. You just want some peace. Just to… to be able to turn off. Some quiet in your head, a chance to stop running that endless stream of cacophonous white noise you have to keep going, every waking hour, just to get through the day. You're just tired. That's all it is. [Sharp breathes in and out, a quiet, ever-so-slightly shaky breath.] Sharp: Tough break. The thing is, there is no peace, no end point. Well, maybe one, but I'm legally discouraged from mentioning it. Everything we've been telling you, all this ever-so-helpful information we've so graciously provided you, it's all true… but it's not - quite - enough. How can it be? It's just tools for the siege. Sure, you can stop things from storming the walls and sacking the city, but if you don't keep those battlements maintained, they'll always be there, waiting for the next chance to take the guard tower. I did warn Alexios Three about that, but would he listen? No, sirree. Dumb fucker. Shouldn't have blown all that dosh on sentient fireballs, should he? Where was I? Oh, yes, this is all useless. Sorry. [Sharp pauses, and clicks his tongue.] Sharp: Although… [He seems to stifle a giggle.] Sharp: We do, have, one little trick up our sleeves. Is it cheating? Well, technically. But if you cared about cheating, you wouldn't be asking for me to solve your problems for you; we've already established you don't have the stomach for the hard work, now, haven't we? "Oh, Jerome! Jerome! Whatever can I do to be free of this affliction?" I hear you beg. God, I think I can actually hear your knees dragging on the floor. Well, the fact of it is, we've been doing it the whole time. Sorry, I know some people don't like having their heads fucked with, but come on, I'm a therapist. Fucking with your head is what I do. But yes, we can remove your anxiety. Completely. I can personally guarantee you will not feel anxiety about anything again. Is that what you want? Be sure. Be very sure. Is… that… what… you… want? [A moment's quiet. Sharp snorts.] Sharp: Course it is. It's all you've wanted the whole time. Don't know why I expected anything else. Well, assuming you've heard all the other sessions, all you need to do is listen to this through to the end. Nearly there. Just until the tape recorder clicks. And then you're done. Sorted. [There is a brief pause. Sharp swallows.] Sharp: I just… [He hesitates, then sighs.] Sharp: Oh, never mind. Wouldn't make a difference anyway. [A loud clap is heard.] Sharp: Well, I think we're finally done here. On behalf of… everyone here at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media, thank you so much for taking the time to buy this tape. If you listened to it, even better, I… I'll just leave you with one final thought. If, as we said earlier, your brain is an empire, one suffering constant attack, we've saved you from the onslaught. Brought you peace. The thing is, empires are built on war. Conquest, fight, struggle. Despicable, but that's what it is. You know what happens to an empire with nothing left to fight? [There is a brief silence.] Sharp: Best of luck. And I mean that most sincerely. [The tape recorder clicks to a halt.] <END LOG> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6891" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6891. Licensed under CC-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: Tape Author: stuart.childs License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/stuartchilds/13844920714/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Meditation Author: World’s Direction License: Public Domain Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/worldsdirection/35122993376/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Footnotes 1. Approximately forty years old, with an Estuary English accent.

SCP-6892

esoteric-class

Memorandum To all Site-32 staff, please remember that SCP-6892 should be placed in the open, preferably somewhere secluded, as day to day operations are not impeded. For all Site-32 staff who may not have been informed, SCP-6892 is a silver urn with a heart design embossed on the front. Please minimize all interactions with SCP-6892 to avoid damage or the spilling of its contents. The mess is not cleanable. As of this memo, SCP-6892 is currently located in Research Room 3 of B-Wing. Do not remove SCP-6892, as I still have important work to finish. If staff report sightings of an individual displaying paranormal properties, such as intangibility or levitation, do not be alarmed. These are simply the properties of SCP-6892-1. To O'Hara and Director Roberts, I would like to extend a thank you for your constant attendance and prayers on the anniversary of my death; it means more than I could ever express. - Snr. Researcher, Lucy Fergurson. † ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6892" by Harriet Farrar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6892. Licensed under CC-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-6893

keter

Bread_Tyrant Author Page I Remember Hearing Your First Heartbeat. It Was Like Hearing A Heartbeat From God. Yeah That's Right, God's Heartbeat. Item #: SCP-6893 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation satellite Delta-88 is in orbit around the Northern Hemisphere in search of SCP-6893 manifestations. When located, containment teams should move to establish a 20km exclusion zone around SCP-6893. Media portraying SCP-6893 should be wiped with the use of Foundation web crawlers. An area in the wake of SCP-6893. Description: SCP-6893 is a derelict single story log cabin that will manifest within Asia's Taiga forests, which are primarily located in Russia and extend southwards into northeastern China and Mongolia. SCP-6893 contains no lights, appearing extremely run down, with broken windows, mould and a collapsed roof. Manifestations last for a variable amount of time, before it changes location, classed as an Epsilon-Event. Anyone within SCP-6893 during an Epsilon-Event will be transported along with it. Objects that are in the space that SCP-6893 will take up are pushed away in a variable direction at speeds upwards of 310kmh, invariably causing them to collide with surrounding flora and fauna. The epicentre of anomalous activity is located within SCP-6893's only bedroom, what's left of the cold heart in your bed. SCP-6893 can be classed as a Type Θ4 Heisenbergian Metaphorical Narrative Extruder, which primarily affects items within a 20km radius of SCP-6893. Addendum-1: Operatives discovered an American campsite in the wake of SCP-6893, located in a forested area. There was equipment laying around the area, and a fire still active, with everyone having left quickly. A camera was discovered lying several metres away still recording. The individuals featured in the following videos and pictures have been assigned their follow representative based on the narrative perpetuated by SCP-6893, displayed below: Amilia Barrow — Character A Jason Kary — Character B Tod Roland — Character C Wilson Quim — Character D Henry Scott — Unknown Denis Vindyl — Character E Each character has been separated from their counterpart within the transcriptions. Document Type: Video <Begin> The camera pans over a fallen tree, illuminated by a torch during the night. The fallen tree is covered in blood. Amilia: This tree just flew out of nowhere, nearly crushed us. Ain't that right Tod? Tod stares in silence, observing the blood dripping from the bark. Tod: Look at this (touching some with his fingers). Jason: What is that? Sap? Tod: No… it's blood. Fuck, man, that's fucking blood! Jason: Are you sure? Henry: What sap have you seen that's red, huh? Tod: Guys this is serious… Distant screaming. Jason: Did you hear that? Tod: Quiet, let me listen. Screaming continues. Note: at this point, SCP-6893 has begun to take effect. Character C: Someone sounds hurt? We should go and check. Character B: Holy shit, it's got to be just some deer or fox or some shit, right? The distant voice calls for help. All characters begin to sprint in the direction of the screaming, the camera pointed down at the forest floor. They stop running and the camera pans up to see Character D flayed and crucified before feed cuts out. The video then turns to static. The static ceases and we can see Character A and B sitting by a tree at dawn. Character A: Do you think… Character B: No, no… no (He wipes the blood from his hands). Character A: (Sighs) I guess we should head back to the campsite? Character B: Yeah probably before he wakes up again. <End> Document Type: Image An image of a deer having had its limbs stretched out and tied to the end of branches. Its belly has been cut open letting its guts spill out onto the ground. Its head has been twisted 180° and its antlers have been removed, used as decoration around the branches. Runic icons can be seen decorating the branches. In the distance, a pale, naked humanoid can be seen. Its face appears to be made up of several human hands grasping deer antlers. It is partially obscured by a tree. Document Type: Video <Begin> The camera is facing towards the ground, being held by Character A. It is around midday Character A: I can't anymore, I just can't. Character A collapses. Character C: We have to keep going, or it'll kill us. Character A: Just leave me and go. Character A is suddenly dragged screaming and the video cuts out. <End> Document Type: Video <begin> The camera is stationary atop a tree stump. It is midday and Character E can be seen walking away from the stump. He stops and looks around. Character E: (Shouts indiscernible language) After 5 seconds his voice is echoed back, which Character E panics at, running to grab the camera. He begins running with the camera as a much heavier set of footsteps are heard running behind Character E. The screen turns black for 2 minutes, before it's revealed Character E is walking through a house at night. Distorted noises are heard from outside the house. Character E slowly walks through the house before coming across the bedroom. Character E begins gagging and hurling off screen as he pans the camera up to the bed. A putrefied corpse of a woman is sitting on the bed, black, dried blood dripping down the mattress and onto the floor. <End> Document Type: Image A heavily corrupted image seemingly depicting SCP-6893. Several deer carcasses have been left lying around it, many hanging from the roof and porch. A pattern of antlers have been left on the door. Document Type: Video <Begin> Character E is running through the forest before panning up towards a clearing. He sighs in relief before stepping into the clearing. Denis then steps out of the forest, confused before turning around. Denis: I swear I… The video shows a humanoid entity passing into a tree disappearing. Denis: Fuck. Where did everyone fucking go. A distant voice is audible, that of Tod's who is running towards Denis. Tod: Denis! Finally a familiar face. Denis: (Backing away) Stand back, how do I know you're really you? Tod: What are you talking about? Denis: I was just walking through the woods with Amilia and Henry and you and the others and then I was here, out of breath. Tod: I'm the same dude, I was with you guys and then there was that screaming. Denis sees Tod's antlers protruding from his sockets, and pulls out the rusted blade he used to sacrifice the deer. Denis: I don't believe you. Tod: Alright now, just calm down now. We don't have to do anything drastic, let's just talk this out. (Tod begins to back away.) Denis chases Tod, tackling him as he stabs Tod in the back several times, dropping the camera on the grass. While the screen is obstructed, Tod can be heard pleading before presumably dying from the stab wounds. <End> Document Type: Image A wide shot of 5 bodies depicting: Characters A, B, C, D, and an unknown character. Character A is missing her left arm and leg. Character B has been decapitated. Character C has several stab wounds. Character D has been flayed. The unknown character has been crushed. Character E is presumably the one taking the photo. Addendum-2: 18 months after the discovery of the campsite, operatives found Denis Vindyl wandering by a road. He was picked up and later interviewed by Dr. Mackintosh. <Begin Log> Dr. Mackintosh: I understand you may be a little confused. I mean, you have been missing for well over a year now. We all assumed you were dead. Denis Vindyl: Over a year? Dr. Mackintosh: Yeah, we found your campsite 18 months ago. What happened during all that time. Denis Vindyl: Well I was with my friends, and we'd flown all the way from California to see Mount Auxilium, and… Dr. Mackintosh: One moment please. Where is this "Mount Auxilium"? I've never heard of it? Denis Vindyl: (Confused) What do you mean? Biggest mountain in the world, we were heading there to explore it and the beautiful Taiga forests. Dr. Mackintosh: Interesting. Did you see anything out of the ordinary? Denis Vindyl: Yeah, the deers aren't like anything I've ever seen. All gross and malnourished. Dr. Mackintosh: Please elaborate? Denis Vindyl: Y'know… I'm not quite sure what you want me to say. Dr. Mackintosh: The video which you took, shows you killing a man by the name of Tod Roland, a close friend of yours. Denis remains silent. Denis Vindyl: I… have to go. Denis gets up from his chair and rushes towards the door. Denis Vindyl: Shit shit shit. Antlers begin sprouting from Denis's eye sockets. Denis Vindyl: I'm sorry mother. Denis is terminated by security as he retrieves a rusted knife from his pocket and attacks Dr. Mackintosh. <End Log>

SCP-6894

esoteric-class

LightlessLantern SCP-6894: Project Qahhar NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS & INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Following the conclusion of Project Qahhar, SCP-6894 has been declassified to all Foundation personnel. All personnel are to read SCP-6894 to understand the importance of the Foundation to global stability. You are reminded that disobeying the orders of the Administrator will result in the death of SCP-6894. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item No: SCP-6894 Containment Class (Archived): Argus1 Containment Class (Current): Radix2 Special Containment Procedures (Archived): Under the Coronation Accords, SCP-6894 is contained by the British Occult Service, due to its potential danger to the safety of the United Kingdom. SCP-6894-1 instances are to be stored at Site-01 for use in Project Qahhar. The British Occult Service is not to be informed of the existence of SCP-6894-1 instances in Foundation custody. Information concerning Project Qahhar is restricted to Project Head Matthew Roberts. Special Containment Procedures (Current): Following the conclusion of Project Qahhar, and the resultant integration of the British Occult Service, SCP-6894 is contained within Containment Chamber 29 at Site-01. SCP-6894 has been treated in compliance with Class-7 Life-Extension Protocols to ensure its continued survival. A supply of SCP-6894-1 instances is to be stored within the Administration Wing of Site-01. The approval of the Administrator is required for the creation of any further SCP-6894-1 instances. All sapient beings are to be reminded of the importance of obeying the Administrator. Description: SCP-6894 is a male Clydesdale horse. SCP-6894 will only display its anomalous effects when present within photographs. SCP-6894-1 instances are photographs of SCP-6894. SCP-6894-1 instances are visual cognitohazards and will cause any sapient being exposed to them to become fully aware of the existence of SCP-6894. While the memory of exposure can be removed with amnestics, the effects are permanent. SCP-6894-2 instances are sapient beings who have been exposed to SCP-6894-1 instances. SCP-6894-2 instances will work to ensure the continued health and safety of SCP-6894 by any means available, regardless of prior ethical beliefs or allegiance. SCP-6894-2 instances will obey all commands issued to them, if informed that refusal will result in SCP-6894 being harmed. Discovery: A large amount of information concerning the discovery of SCP-6894 has been lost due to the destructive actions of several British Occult Service officers during their attempted integration as part of Project Qahhar. However, it is known that on 2007-04-27, an SCP-6894-2 instance was arrested by police in Barnsley, South Yorkshire, England, and caused several police officers to become SCP-6894-2 instances. Following this, an embedded officer alerted the British Occult Service to the presence of anomalous activity. British Occult Service officers secured the area and discovered SCP-6894 and its anomalous properties over the next few days. On 2007-05-04, the Foundation received a request from the British Occult Service for assistance in amnesticising the congregation of Holy Trinity Church, having discovered that a large percentage were SCP-6894-2 instances. The Foundation was also requested to assist in locating Eli Tanner, the priest of Holy Trinity, due to his suspected connection to SCP-6894. During amnestication procedures, Foundation agents procured several SCP-6894-1 instances, with their anomalous properties being discovered during screening. These instances were transferred to Site-26 for further analysis. On 2007-05-16, the Foundation discovered Eli Tanner in Rhoose, Wales. He was transported to Site-26 for questioning, prior to transfer to the British Occult Service. Interviewer: Senior Researcher Matthew Roberts, Site-26 Head of Cognitohazard Research Interviewed: Eli Tanner, former priest of Holy Trinity Church <Begin Log> Roberts: Hello Mr Tanner, I hope you're well. Tanner: Could I ask why I'm here, I don't think anyone's told me what I've been arrested for? Roberts: You haven't been charged with anything Mr Tanner, we just want to ask a few questions about some incidents in Barnsley. Tanner: Barnsley? I'm not sure I know anything about what goes on there, do- do you have the right person? Roberts: If it's not too prying, could you explain why you were trying to board a flight to Spain? Tanner: I was going on a short holiday, I needed some rest. Roberts: I see. So why did you travel from Barnsley to Rhoose, when there's a perfectly good airport in Manchester? Tanner: I decided to visit some family members before I left. I hardly think these questions are important. Roberts: Yes, my apologies Mr Tanner. But could I just ask, what were you doing with the horse? Tanner: Do you mean Freddie? Is he okay? Roberts: Is Freddie the Clydesdale? Tanner: Yes, that's him. I got him off Charlie Garret, he's an older member of my congregation. Did something happen? Is he okay? Roberts: Nothing yet, we just want to understand some unusual properties Freddie has. Are you aware of these properties? Tanner: I think I am. You're talking about the photos, aren't you? Roberts: Yes, Mr Tanner. Now, how did you discover these properties of Freddie? Tanner: We have some fairs during the holidays and Charlie brought Freddie to give children rides. A local newspaper was doing a short piece on the fair and they took some photos of Freddie. It was all normal until the photographer starting running around, screaming about whether Freddie was okay. I managed to calm him down, when some other people looked at his photos and starting screaming. After I dealt with them, I decided to take the photos and see what the problem was. Roberts: So you looked at the photos yourself? Tanner: No, I asked my deacon to look at them and tell me what he was looking at. It was when he got to the photos of Freddie that he started running about and asking whether the horse was safe. After calming him, I knew Freddie was the root of the problem. Roberts: So when did you find out about the other unusual properties? Like how people would obey your commands? Tanner: That was when Charlie went into the hospital, cancer you see. Some of his friends and I went to see him and we started talking about Freddie. He was so worried about what would happen to Freddie if he couldn't look after him and I volunteered to take care of him for a while. He was overjoyed. I made a joke that the church would need more donations if I wanted to feed a horse and everyone just started thrusting money at me, saying they needed to help Freddie. Roberts: So after all this, why didn't you inform the police? Tanner: The police? They wouldn't believe me. Even if they did, I can only begin to guess what they'd use Freddie for. Imagine telling hundreds of young boys they needed to go to war to protect a young horse. Oh, it'd be a massacre. No, I couldn't tell the police. Roberts: I see. Mr Tanner, did you have any ulterior motive for taking care of Freddie? Tanner: An ulterior motive? Of course not, what kind of motive could I have? Roberts: Extortion, I think. Tanner: Extortion! Exactly what do you take me for? I am a man of God, I wouldn't use Freddie like that! Roberts: You're right Mr Tanner, you are a man of God. You are a man of God who stole over £50,000 from his congregation for his own gain. Tanner: How dare you! Roberts: Mr Tanner, please calm down or- Tanner: No, I will not calm down! You listen to me. You have kidnapped me, stuffed me in a cell like some criminal and now you accuse me of stealing from my own people. Who do you think you are to do this to me? What proof do you have for any of this? Roberts: Mr Tanner, sit down. As for proof, we talked to your congregation. Apparently, you regularly brought Freddie up in your sermons, often asking for donations to help care for him. Over the last 7 months you also made deposits totalling £50,000 to your personal account, all of which were made after a sermon in which you mentioned Freddie. Finally, you transferred all that money to another account a few hours before you left Barnsley. There's the proof. Tanner: That, you…I didn't…That doesn't prove anything! Roberts: I think it does, Mr Tanner. Regardless, we'll be transferring you to the police in a few hours for proper questioning. After that, they'll probably charge you with extortion. If you're lucky, they'll let you out in a few decades. Tanner: The police? There are police departments for this? Roberts: Oh yes. Now, if you'll excuse me I'll go to fill out the proper forms for your transfer and- Tanner: Wait! Roberts: Yes? Tanner: If you're not the police, then what are you? Some kind of government contractor? Roberts: We're independent operators, Mr Tanner. We have no need for government funding. Tanner: Well, look. I can't go to prison, I can't. Don't turn me over to the police, I'll do anything, I'll give you anything, I'll- Roberts: We don't care for your money, Mr Tanner. I sincerely doubt that you have much to offer us. Tanner: The pictures! Roberts: Pictures? Tanner: Of Freddie! You said that you had found some pictures. What if I told you that I had more? I have hundreds, thousands, all hidden! Roberts: And you would be willing to give us these photos? Even though you have no idea what we'd do with them? Tanner: Oh, come now! You seem like the kind of people who wouldn't hurt Freddie-er, a fly. All I want is to not go to prison. Just let me go to Spain and I'll stay out of your hair. Roberts: That's all, nothing else? Tanner: Of course. Roberts: In that case, Mr Tanner, I have one thing to say to you. If you want to save Freddie's life, then you'll tell us where those pictures are immediately. Tanner: What? Now, look here you can't be serious- Roberts: We certainly are. Tanner: I, they…the pictures are in 12 Richmond Street in Rhoose, hidden behind the wardrobe in the big bedroom. Roberts: Thank you Mr Tanner. I must say, you hid your exposure very well. Tanner: Not well enough. How did you find out? Roberts: Ultimately just a guess, the chances of you not being exposed were minuscule. The fact that you were so composed when we found you was unusual, everybody else who we interviewed was obsessed with Freddie. How is that possible? Tanner: It isn't. Roberts: What do you mean? Tanner: It isn't possible, you can't stop being obsessed with Freddie. All you can do is wait, with the knowledge scratching at your skull, bleeding you dry, until it becomes normal. That happened to me and I wanted to make others understand, so I showed my congregation the pictures. The fact I was able to take their money was just the icing on the cake. I presume you'll be giving me to the police now? Roberts: No, Mr Tanner. We can't risk you telling the police anything about our conversation. We'll have to keep you here. Tanner: So, I'm your prisoner? Roberts: No. Prisoners get paroled. <End Log> Closing Note: The presence of a large number of SCP-6894-1 instances at 12 Richmond Street, Rhoose, Wales was confirmed. In compliance with the orders of Senior Researcher Matthew Roberts, the British Occult Service was not informed of Eli Tanner's capture by the Foundation. Following his interview with Eli Tanner, Senior Researcher Roberts carried out a series of tests utilising SCP-6894-1 instances to ascertain their effects on sapient beings. On 2007-06-02, Senior Researcher Roberts submitted his proposal for Project Qahhar to Overseer Command. Following the unanimous approval of Overseer Command, the Project Qahhar proposal was submitted to the Ethics Committee for ethical overview. Project Qahhar was unanimously approved by the Ethics Committee, with Senior Researcher Roberts being promoted to Project Head. Following the creation of Project Qahhar, Project Head Roberts ordered Eli Tanner to be inputted into SCP-5562 to obtain the locations of other SCP-6894-1 instances. No relevant information was outputted. Project Qahhar Findings: Phase 1 Subjects: Sapient contained anomalies Status: COMPLETED on 2007-09-12 Results: Exposed anomalies have become more accepting of containment, reducing the rate of containment breaches by 76%. Several anomalies have assisted Foundation personnel in defending against attacks and in recontaining escaped anomalies. The integration of useful anomalies into the Foundation is ongoing. Phase 2 Subjects: Captured enemy agents Status: COMPLETED on 2007-12-04 Results: Captured agents have become far more willing to provide information to interrogators, resulting in 12 planned attacks on Foundation bases being foiled with minimal casualties. Several captured agents have volunteered their services to assist the Foundation and to act as spies within their original groups. These plans are ongoing. Phase 3 Subjects: Foundation personnel Status: COMPLETED on 2008-05-19 Results: Efficiency has increased by 37% overall. Over 200 embedded enemy agents have confessed and have worked to repair their sabotage of Foundation activities. Phase 4 Subjects: World Governments and Foundation allies Status: COMPLETED on 2009-02-27 Results: The Foundation has now been allowed free movement throughout the world. The amalgamation of other paranormal groups has allowed strengthening of Foundation resources in previously hostile regions. Phase 5 Subjects: Hostile Groups of Interest Status: COMPLETED on 2009-11-10 Results: The rate of anomalous attacks has decreased by 93%, with casualties decreasing by 78%. The integration of personnel into Foundation activities has increased efficiency by 29% and reduced costs by 18%. 874 stolen anomalies have been returned to Foundation custody. Phase 6 Subjects: Civilians Status: COMPLETED on 2010-06-17 Results: Civilian casualties of anomalous events have decreased by 95%. Costs of amnestication have decreased by 98%, with usage being restricted to accidental exposure to harmful cognitohazards. The worldwide acceptance of Foundation control has caused deaths due to disease, famine and war to decrease by 87%. Notable Incidents: On 2008-03-02, during Phase 3 of Project Qahhar, Site-01 and Site-12 were attacked by several rogue Mobile Task Forces, resulting in the immediate deaths of the entirety of Overseer Command and the Ethics Committee. Upon their capture, Project Head Roberts ordered all members of the rogue forces to be immediately terminated due to suspected memetic infection. Due to being the highest-ranking survivor of the attacks, Project Head Roberts was promoted to the position of Administrator of the Foundation, to ensure stability of leadership until replacement personnel could be promoted. As of 2018-03-02, none of these positions have been filled. Footnotes 1. Containment is under the purview of a third party. 2. Anomaly has been integrated into the Foundation's command structure, but is unrelated to Judaism. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6894" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6894. Licensed under CC-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-6895

esoteric-class

This is a rewrite of Claire Walker does not match any existing user name's skip. Hope you guys enjoy reading it! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6895 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-101 Manuel Ryes Jones Marcel MTF ϰ-31 ("Unigifters") SCP-6895 accepting cookies baked by a local citizen Special Containment Procedures:1 Due to the anomalous makeup of SCP-6895, confinement of the anomaly is deemed unfeasible for the time being. In order to obscure the nature of the specimen, a Foundation front company, 'Stacy's Charity for the Poor', is to conduct annual charity events throughout numerous sizeable settlements throughout the United States, through the use of MTF ϰ-31 ("Unigifters"). Members of ϰ-31 are to clothe themselves similarly to SCP-6895 as well as travel via the use of standard unicycles when facilitating individuals the anomaly targets. This is to ensure the continuous negotiation with SCP-6895, and thus, the secrecy of the Veil. Description: SCP-6895 refers to an elderly humanoid male of non-descript build and height, self-identifying itself as "Sir Nicholas". The entity primarily manifests within various major cities across the United States during the night2 of December 25th. The specimen is typically seen emerging from a concealed area before traversing through the streets by riding a unicycle. Of note, SCP-6895 has also been reported to transport itself instantly from one location to another, though rarely utilizes this capability. SCP-6895's main abnormal quality is its ability to produce an array of objects. It achieves this by reaching behind itself and unknowingly 'pulling out' an item, despite possessing no storage unit on its back. Items fabricated by SCP-6895 are generally associated with the Christmas holiday, and also exhibit mild beneficial properties themselves, which serve to aid civilians in some way. The entity presents these gifts to those who are currently undergoing certain negative situations, homeless persons, or individuals who are financially unstable.3 The subjects SCP-6895 approaches do not question its motives or intentions, conversing to it as if they are greatly familiar with the specimen. It is unclear how long SCP-6895 was active for prior to Foundation intervention. Addendum 6895.1 - Conversion Log: Transcribed below is a conversation between Dr. Jones Marcel and SCP-6895 several years into containment. By now, they are considerably acquainted with one another. Date: 25/12/21 Location: Local park in San Francisco, California. Context: Footage taken from security cameras. [BEGIN LOG] Marcel is seated in a bench, fidgeting his fingers and staring at the city streets. He sighs, before taking out his mobile device and searching it. SCP-6895 manifests off-camera and approaches Marcel, its unicycle by its side. The entity lightly taps on his shoulder and he turns around, startled to see SCP-6895. Marcel places his phone in his pocket. 6895: Good evening, Marcel. Lovely weather we're having, don't you agree? Marcel: Oh, Nicholas. It's just you. Yes, it is nice. What're you doing here, anyways? Aren't you supposed to be with the other agents? 6895: I thought I'd check up on our favorite researcher. Besides, shouldn't you be with your family? Marcel: (Chuckles) Don't worry, I've already visited my parents for a turkey dinner. I'm only taking a breather before heading back home. 6895: Well, you must be cold if you're out here during Christmas night. Here, let me get you some eggnog to warm you right up. Marcel: Sure, I could use a drink. SCP-6895 reaches behind its back and, as expected, pulls out a bottle of eggnog. It presents it to Marcel, who thanks it. He opens the cap and gently blows before taking a sip. 6895: (Gestures) Would you mind if I sat here? Marcel: (Drinking) Hm? (Gulps) Oh, yeah, sure. Be my guest. 6895: Thank you. SCP-6895 takes a seat beside Marcel as it sets down its unicycle. It crosses its arms as the specimen looks off into the surrounding area. Civilians are conversing with one another, some holding food packages and wrapped presents. It sighs of relief. 6895: Such a lovely night, as with every other Christmas night. Marcel: (Inhales deeply) You can say that again. Marcel glares at SCP-6895 as it taps its foot, continuing to stare at the various citizens of the city. He takes a deep breath and straightens his coat. Marcel: Now, could you tell me why you're actually here? 6895: I-I beg your pardon? Marcel: You heard what I said. The Nick I know wouldn't waste a moment of giving presents to the not-so-fortunate people in the States. It would make sense if he came to Marcel after doing his job for the night, considering how long we've been acquainted. 6895: Was… was it that obvious? Marcel: To me, at least. Marcel looks away. Marcel: Now, with that being said, could you tell me the truth? What did you want to say? Of course, I won't force you if you aren't comfortable. (Mutters) I probably shouldn't be so blunt about it. SCP-6895 nervously laughs. 6895: It's alright, Marcel. I should apologize for not being honest with you. I just… I haven't told you much about my past, haven't I? Marcel: No, you haven't. Is that what you wanted to discuss with me? 6895: Yes, I didn't want to hide anything about myself, so I felt like I should discuss it with you. (Pause) Are you alright with that? Marcel: I'm alright if you're alright. I'm all ears. 6895: Right, well… have you ever questioned why I do what I do? Why I go so far into making the lives of these people at least a little better? Did you ever wonder why I wanted to do these acts of kindness? Marcel: Should people have a reason to be kind? 6895: No, but… for some people, yes. 6895: You see, when I was younger, I was always fascinated by this magical holiday. People giving their loved ones all kinds of presents. It made me smile watching old Christmas movies about the absolute joy surrounding this gifting tradition. Marcel: Wait, so you didn't believe in Santa? 6895: Not necessarily. I believed in the gift of giving others, an opportunity to bring a smile to their faces. I often imagined myself as Santa, though, pretending to give the nice kids all the toys in the world while riding on a flying sleigh. Marcel: (Smirks) Is that so? 6895: Yes, it was quite the pleasant experience… Imagine my shock when I realized I couldn't be able to spread that same joy to other people. Marcel: What do you mean? SCP-6895 looks above. 6895: My family wasn't in the best spot in terms of money. We barely had enough to sustain ourselves, let alone others. Mother would care for me at home while father was working overtime as a factory worker. Even then, we could only barely manage through the day with what little we had. 6895: I was devastated, to say the least. I always wanted to wrap and hand out neat, petite presents to our neighbors. But all I could do is leave myself to think of the many kids who hadn't received a single gift for Christmas, which is supposed to be the most marvelous time of the year. I practically blamed myself for their disappointment. Marcel: (Quietly) That must be difficult for someone as young as you were. How did your parents react? Surely you must've told them about your feelings towards this. 6895: They felt bad as well. Not for them, but for me as well, since their own child was having these thoughts, not being able to celebrate Christmas without this guiltiness propping up. They tried cheering me up, making me happy — Marcel: — but they couldn't afford making anyone else's day better. 6895: (Sighs) You took the words right out my mouth. Marcel: And how did you respond? 6895: Honestly, it only added to the remorsefulness. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate their concern for me, but I just wanted them to direct their treatment to people who need it more than me. I'm sure there are those under no shelter who deserve it. Marcel: Then what did you decide to do? 6895: (Pause) To put it simply, I merely pushed myself to my goal: A future where I wouldn't resort to watching from a third-person view. I was gifted to give, and all I had to do is step forward. 6895: I worked tremendously day and night, from dawn till dusk, to sustain the people sleeping out front. I didn't want to waste another day sitting around and ignoring them, without Santa to bless them a merry Christmas. Marcel: So basically, you wanted to be that Christmas miracle, like in those old films you've mentioned? 6895: (Chuckles) I guess you could say that. Frankly, I sympathized with them. Marcel: (Grins) And look at you now, out here in the States, gifting people with treats and goodies, while riding on a unicycle. 6895: I thought the people would be entertained if I was using a more… unique form of transportation. Marcel: Well you've surely garnered their attention. Marcel points to a small crowd by the park's entrance, waving to SCP-6895. One child has a unicycle by his side as he openly smiles at the entity. It waves back while laughing under its breath. 6895: Oh, who would've thought? Marcel: You must be flattered to have people look up to you and your selfless deeds, especially the children. Seems like they're showing their gratefulness for what you've done. 6895: Don't forget your agents, Marcel. They deserve some credit as well. Marcel: Of course, but who's the predecessor here? Marcel stretches before taking another sip. Marcel: Thank goodness they haven't caught on. We do appreciate your cooperation with the secrecy and all. 6895: You're welcome. SCP-6895 inhales deeply, closing its eyes as it does so. 6895: Well, I guess it's my cue to go. These presents won't hand themselves, you know. Marcel: Let's hope they'll enjoy drinking this deliciously refreshing eggnog. This is the best I've ever had. 6895: (Smiles) Thank you. It's my mother's personal recipe. Marcel: Really? Well, I'm sure she and your father are glad to see how far their son has come. I thought you might want to hear that. 6895: Yes, they… they would. Marcel: Oh (pause) my condolences, Nicholas. 6895: It's alright. SCP-6895 stands and proceeds to walk away. Marcel: You know, we'll be celebrating new years at 101 for managing to survive another decade protecting humanity. I might send you an invite if the higher-ups would allow it. Maybe I could even introduce you to some of my other acquaintances. SCP-6895 stops in its tracks. Marcel: Just thought I'd tell you this. Who knows, maybe Sir Nicholas here would love to participate in an event such as this. Pause. 6895: …You'd be right. SCP-6895 continues on its path before teleporting off-camera. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Da'aS Elyon anomalies cannot be contained, necessitating the public be led to believe it is non-anomalous. 2. Specifically from 19:30 to 22:30 local time. 3. How SCP-6895 is able to determine those under said criteria is currently unknown. More From This Author More From This Author winkwonkboi's Works SCPs SCP-6199 (+134) • SCP-7538 (+109) • SCP-6306 (+53) • SCP-7245 (+54) • SCP-7488 (+46) • SCP-8386 (+33) • SCP-5358 (+54) • SCP-8245 (+76) • SCP-7199 (+43) • SCP-6245 (+63) • SCP-7657 (+39) • SCP-6545 (+76) • SCP-6714 (+96) • SCP-7816 (+58) • SCP-4931 (+32) • Tales/GoI Formats In an attempt to feel something. 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SCP-6896

euclid

Item#: 6896 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6896-A upon reaching its transgression threshold Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6896 is to be kept at Site-103 in a Specialized Indoor Growth Chamber, established in an airtight 4m x 4m x 3m enclosure with an outer decontamination chamber separating it from the rest of the facility. The walls of the chamber are to be constructed of reinforced concrete, and the atmosphere inside the chamber must be cleared of gases and/or compounds that may prove harmful to SCP-6896-A, lest its self-preservation capabilities be triggered. Any personnel entering the chamber outside of approved testing are required to wear full hazmat-protection suits, and the chamber must be cleared of any potential contaminates following an approved test. SCP-6896-A must be watered once every three (3) days and kept under artificial lighting. No less than twelve (12) armed security personnel are to be present outside SCP-6896's chamber during designated testing. Testing of SCP-6896 has been suspended until further notice. If any entities are to appear in SCP-6896's chamber, they are to be immediately subdued and placed into adjacent containment chambers transported to a permanent containment chamber in Site-103's Heavy Containment Sector until further notice. All documents pertaining to D-Class utilized in testing of SCP-6896 must be kept in a glass document container lined with SCP-148. D-Class are to be terminated following an experiment, regardless of the new personality the test yields in the subject. Any remaining D-Class personnel who have participated in testing of SCP-6896 are to be terminated immediately. Any communications between researchers related to affected D-Class personnel are to be handled via written communications utilizing documents held in containers lined with SCP-148. Description: SCP-6896-A is genetically identical to the white rose (Rosa x alba), also known as the white rose of York. Despite its title, SCP-6896-A generally dons an assortment of colors. SCP-6896-B is the flower pot in which SCP-6896-A is contained, and is shaped like the head of a demonic, horned figure, encompassed by a chain. All attempts to remove the chain from SCP-6896-B have proven unsuccessful due to SCP-6896-B's anomalous properties. The roots of SCP-6896-A seem to be embedded into SCP-6896-B, and as such, no attempts should be made to remove it from its container. Once a sapient being comes into direct contact with SCP-6896-A, it will erase all traces of the subject's greatest crime or transgression from the memories of everyone aware of it. Physical and digital traces of the offense will remain, though those viewing said evidence will be unable to perceive it as such, instead seeing it as portraying alternate information or simply nothing. Psionic-inhibiting tools and materials, such as SCP-148, will successfully nullify the effects of SCP-6896-A. Memories of the D-Class's wrongdoings and associated events will be retained temporarily after viewing a document under the nullifying effect of SCP-148, but constant viewings of these documents are necessary in order to continuously combat SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic effects. In addition, those with a Psionic Resistance Index of 75 or above prove to be completely immune to SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic abilities. A portion of SCP-6896's white petals will change color to represent the incorporated sin: Black - Violence & Murder Green - Greed & Selfishness Red - Romantic and/or Sexual Offenses Orange - Apathy & Carelessness Purple - Envy and Arrogance Yellow - Dishonesty & Fraud Blue - Overindulgence Pink - Indirect Transgressions SCP-6896-A's effect appears to work off of the individual's understanding of their sin, or more specifically, whether they genuinely perceive it as a sin. As such, SCP-6896 seems to have no effect on individuals with psychopathic tendencies, and wrongdoings perceived by the perpetrator as not being morally incorrect will not be affected by SCP-6896-A. The change SCP-6896 has on an individual is dependent on how impactful of an incident the transgression was compared to other memories. See Experiment-Log-6896-01 for a list of documented tests performed on SCP-6806-A. Addendum 6896-01: SCP-6896-A appears to have a limit of seven (7) sins at one time, and upon going over threshold, the eyes of SCP-6896-B will begin to emit a bright white light, emitting fog in a variety of colors. The fog will then shape itself into humanoid entities, designated SCP-6896-C, and the flower will revert to its pure white appearance.1 These entities will constitute characteristics pertaining to the offenses or crimes they represent, possessing the primary goal of carrying out this quality or action in full. These qualities generally determine the threat posed by each individual instance. Some, after being summoned, have demonstrated mostly passive behaviors, while others have managed to break containment immediately after manifesting. Upon completing their given objective, the entities will instantly dematerialize. The entities, while able to be subdued, are unable to be killed through any orthodox2 means. As such, the provision of particular items, circumstances, and D-Class in order to allow SCP-6896-C instances to complete their objective is the primary method of termination. Administered tests seem to suggest that these instances do not possess any matter, nor do they possess any weight. Despite this, the entities remain corporeal and can have forces exerted on themselves. See Experiment-Log-6896-02 for a list of documented instances of SCP-6896-C. Addendum 6896-02: SCP-6896-A has proven to be abnormally resistant, though not impervious, to physical trauma. It also possesses enhanced regeneration, gradually repairing itself from damages over time, the duration of which depending on the extent of the damages. In addition to these extraordinary qualities, SCP-6896-B will release instances of SCP-6896-C upon perceiving a threat to SCP-6896-A. The SCP-6896-C instance, regardless of its designated offense, will attempt to find the source of the danger and suppress it by an means necessary, demonstrating enhanced strength and hostility generally only presented by "black-sin" instances. A similar occurrence will happen if the flower is not provided with the necessary amount of water, nutrients and light for its survival, SCP-6896-C entities will aim to satisfy the needs of SCP-6896-A before reverting to their usual behaviors. SCP-6896-C instances will not demanifest during these periods, so it is critical that the safety and health of SCP-6896-A be maintained to prevent it from enacting these self-defensive measures. Addendum 6896-03: If SCP-6896-B perceives any threats to SCP-6896-A while it holds no transgressions, SCP-6896-A will absorb the sins of anyone within its immediate radius, regardless of physical contact. This works both as a defense mechanism by disorienting any sapient beings that may mean it harm, and as a method of "re-fueling" so that it may manifest more instances of SCP-6896-C. Despite having a predictable set of rules, SCP-6896-A will break these rules in the name of self-preservation, which may imply a sentience possessed by either SCP-6896-A or SCP-6896-B. Recovery: SCP-6896 was recovered on 11/03/201█, at the University of ███████, located in Miami, Florida. A group of college students, referring to themselves as "The Children of Eden", intended to use SCP-6896's anomalous abilities to "free themselves from sin” and to carry out the teachings given to them from an anomalous piece of literature known as “The Garden.” In their attempt, the group brought SCP-6896 to a clearing in the university and took turns relieving themselves of their burdens, inadvertently triggering the release of SCP-6896-C instances and resulting in the deaths of all but one of the group members. In addition, the incident resulted in psychological and physical injuries of a multitude of the university's students and faculty. Amelia Chen, the surviving member of "The Children Of Eden", was taken into Foundation custody the following day. An interview conducted with Amelia Chen can be accessed in Interview Log 6896-01. ↳ Interview Log 6896-01 – hide block Interview Log 6896-01 Interviewed: Amelia Chen, member of "The Children of Eden" and Person of Interest in an incident involving SCP-6896. Interviewer: Dr. Jacob Torenzo, MTF Theta-4 Researcher, Clearance Level 2. Foreword: Following the incident involving SCP-6896 at the University of ███████, a known affiliate of the group known as "The Children of Eden" is questioned on the origins of the anomaly and the nature of their organization. <Begin Log> Dr. Torenzo: Good afternoon Ms. Chen, as I'm sure you've already predicted, I'll be asking you about the events that transpired at your university yesterday, as well as your group's involvement in the incident. Amelia Chen: I … I want to speak to a lawyer. Dr. Torenzo: I'm afraid that particular legal preliminary is disregarded in cases involving demon-summoning flowers. It would be in your best interest to cooperate with us. Amelia Chen: Why am I even here? I didn't break any laws. I didn't … I didn't kill anyone, I- Dr. Torenzo: Though you and your friends were directly responsible for releasing creatures that did kill someone … someones. Amelia Chen: That … that wasn't supposed to happen. Dr. Torenzo: Well, what was supposed to happen? Amelia Chen: Well … Courtney, sh-she said it would be able to free us from our burdens, from our sins. Dr. Torenzo: Courtney? Amelia Chen: She was one of our group members, the one who brought the flower to us. Dr. Torenzo: Do you know where she obtained the flower? Amelia Chen: Well, Courtney, she has family up in Western Germany. So she goes up to visit for a week, and comes back with a beautiful flower, mostly a pure white with some black, red and green petals– Dr. Torenzo: Red, black and green? The flower only had a few blue petals when we acquired it. Amelia Chen: Y-yeah, it uh, changes colors when you touch it, I think the color is supposed to represent the sin it removes. Courtney said the red petals were hers, the black and green ones were already there when she found it. Dr. Torenzo: Intriguing, did she mention where in Germany she obtained the flower? Amelia Chen: Well, from what I remember, some flower shop that she stumbled across, she never gave a name. Dr. Torenzo: Alright then, now, can you tell me about the flower? Amelia Chen: Well, when I first saw the flower, it felt like it was emanating purity, and after seeing what it did for Courtney, we hoped it would do the same for us. Dr. Torenzo: What exactly did the flower do to Courtney? Amelia Chen: Well, I'm not exactly sure, but from what I can tell, it removed … or more accurately, absorbed … her greatest sin. She said that it felt freeing, to be freed of her greatest burden, and the rest of us wanted the same. It was exactly what we've been looking for. Dr. Torenzo: Being freed from your sin by removing your memory of it? That doesn't sound very freeing to me. Our mistakes can certainly weigh on us, but they're what allow us to do better in the future, they make us who we are, and contribute to our strengths as much as our weaknesses. To rid of them is to rid of a part of yourself. Amelia Chen: No. You … you don't understand. We have to be pure. It's humanity's greatest purpose, to reach perfection. Dr. Torenzo: As far as I can understand, you were an excellent student at the university you attended. Sophomore with a 4.0 GPA, pursuing environmental engineering, engaged in an internship program at Bio-Blueprints Incorporated, you seem to have your life in order. This obsession of yours was non-existent until your affiliation with the Children of Eden. Amelia Chen: … Dr. Torenzo: Can you tell me a little more about this group of yours? Amelia Chen: … Dr. Torenzo: Ms. Chen, please, the more you help us, the more we can help you. Amelia Chen: … So … the Children of Eden was just um, the name of the club that my study group and I formed. Jasmine came up with the name, she is … was … the leader of our group. She said that the name came to her, like intuition, sometime after she found the- um, never mind. Dr. Torenzo: Come on now, what did Jasmine find? Amelia Chen: Well, she found this book, it was called "The Garden". She showed the book to us, said it was the most valuable thing she found. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by that until after she showed the book to us. It was enlightening, full of everything holy and pure and divine. I discovered a purpose I didn't know I had, to become pure, whatever the cost. Dr. Torenzo: Is this book still in your possession? Amelia Chen: Jasmine held onto it. Or, maybe more accurately, she became possessive of it. She wouldn't let us see it outside of our group meetings, and hid it somewhere only she would find it. Guess she didn't trust us as much as I thought. Dr. Torenzo: I see. Can you remember the contents of the book? Amelia Chen: Sort of, it feels less like reading and digesting information, and more like being transformed by the words on the page, or having parts of yourself unlocked. There was one particular line that's been stuck on my mind since, it went, um, [MEMETIC HAZARD EXPUNGED]. Dr. Torenzo: Oh … oh I see. I … yes. I understand now. I apologize for the inconvenience Ms. Chen. Please, wait one moment. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Torenzo, after abruptly ending the interview, proceeded to relay the memetic hazard to the rest of his colleagues. Eventually, Site Director Max Hardy called in MTF Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") to contain a potential auditory cognitohazard. Upon discovering its origin, it was determined that "The Garden" may be an anomalous and memetically hazardous form of literature capable of effectively brainwashing individuals into becoming associated with the organization known as the Children of Eden (GoI-015). MTF Chi-9 ("Page Turners") have been tasked with discovering and containing any instances of "The Garden" which may exists. The affected personnel, along with Amelia Chen, were given amnestic treatment and kept under observation for a period of 48 hours. After this period, it was considered safe for the afflicted personnel to return to work. Amelia Chen has been released, remaining under the supervision of Agent Mason Ridge of MTF Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") until further notice. MTF Theta-4 ("Gardeners") have been tasked with the discovery and acquisition of any additional SCP-6896 instances in the wild. ‣ Experiment-Log-6896-01 – hide block Note: Three tests were conducted but not fully documented as a result of SCP-6896's anomalous capabilities. The D-Class personnel involved in these tests, after being subjected to SCP-6896's anti-memetic effects, would be perceived by the researchers, security personnel, and themselves as ordinary citizens, baffling all parties involved. Attempts to identify the true identity of the subject would generally fail, as documents pertaining to the individual would omit all information related to the subject's transgression, and therefore their subsequent trial, imprisonment, and incorporation into the D-Class population. Testing would reveal no anomalous qualities in the affected individuals, and as such, the subjects often ended up being amnesticized and released. It was not until operatives of MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") were requested to investigate the presence of a possible anti-memetic entity that the discovery of SCP-6896-A's main anomalous properties were discovered and effective countermeasures were implemented. Experiment-6896-01 Subject: D-9302, incarcerated for driving under the influence of alcohol, resulting in an accident that caused the deaths of the three pedestrians. Motive: Subject claims he had lost his best friend to suicide the same day, and had began heavily drinking as a coping mechanism. Test Purpose: Presumably to confirm the anomalous properties of SCP-6896 Result: Four of SCP-6896-A's white petals change to orange. All persons involved become unaware of the subject's D-Class status. Subject amnesticized and released. Additional: It was noted that the subject seemed to lack any signs of depression when discovered following the test, and despite his confusion upon finding himself in Foundation custody, presented himself as upbeat during subsequent questioning. This contradicts his mood prior to the incident resulting in his imprisonment. It is hypothesized that the subject felt more guilty for his friend's suicide than he did the lives lost later that day, and therefore, this was the moment chosen by SCP-6896 to remove. Because his friend's lost contributed directly to his drinking, and his drinking led to his crime and imprisonment, all these details were removed from the memories of the subject. Experiment-6896-01 Experiment-6896-02 Foreword: Four more of SCP-6896-A's petals seemed to have changed to orange following Timothy Greene's random and unexplained appearance in Foundation custody. Reasoning for this, and whether the incidents are connected, is unknown. It has been determined that a previous test took place, but was erased from the memories of the researchers as a result of SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic effects. Subject: D-3054, incarcerated for being directly involved in a string of bank robberies that occurred across Brooklyn, New York. Motive: The subject desired to complete a series of successful robberies before fleeing to Switzerland, living comfortably with the money they've acquired. Test Purpose: To confirm the anomalous properties of SCP-6896 Result: Four of SCP-6896-A's petals changed from white to green, though no significant changes seem to have been made to the subject, nor have any of the "demonic" instances observed at the university appeared. Upon questioning, the subject appeared to feel no different than he did prior to the test. Conclusion: Results mostly inconclusive. The only thing that is known is that the color of SCP-6896-A's white petals changed upon contact with the subject, as mentioned by Ms. Chen during her interview. It is believed that the four orange petals present before the test appeared as a result of Timothy Greene coming into contact with SCP-6896-A, though how he appeared in Foundation custody remains unknown. Additional: Perez's most rewarding heist, the robbery of Brooklyn's Bank of ███████, seems to have been completely erased from the memories of all those aware of it. This effect was not identified until after countermeasures to SCP-6896's anomalous effects had been implemented. The reason the subject continued to be perceived as a D-Class seems to be because, despite his greatest heist having been erased from the memory of everyone aware of it, his numerous other heists still had a significant impact on his eventual arrest and procuring of D-Class status. Experiment 6896-03 Subject: D-8193, incarcerated for impersonating his twin brother and acquiring his assets upon his death. Whether the subject had contributed to his brother's demise is unknown. Motive: To acquire the wealth of his brother. Subject holds a resentment towards his deceased brother, and displayed very little remorse for stealing his brother's name. Test Purpose: Presumably to determine the extent of SCP-6896's anomalous abilities. Result: Four of the flower's petals changed to a mix of yellow and green. Again, the subject was seen as a normal citizen rather than a D-Class personnel, questioned, tested for anomalous capabilities or influence, amnesticized and released. Additional: If the subject who comes into contact with SCP-6896-A has committed a crime fitting into multiple of SCP-6896-A's given "categories," the petals on the entity will don a mix of the colors representing those categories. Experiment 6896-04 Subject: D-9384, incarcerated for the murder of another resident at the apartment complex where he resided. Motive: Subject appeared to have no connection or ill-will towards the victim, though the subject was known for consistently being under the influence of illegal mind-altering drugs. Test Purpose: Presumably to determine the extent of SCP-6896-A's anomalous capabilities. Result: Four of SCP-6896's petals had become blue. Subject questioned, studied and then released as in previous cases where the subject had only committed one major transgression. Additional: The petals were believed to have been turned blue to represent hostility and murder, but after studying the SCP-6896-C instances that appeared after Experiment 6896-08, it appears that blue represents overindulgence. Whether the subject saw this as the greater of the two transgressions, the subject's memory or perception of the murder had been blocked out as a result of being under the influence of drugs, or the subject was actually innocent of the murder remains unknown. Experiment 6896-02 Experiment 6896-05 Subject: D-1029, incarcerated for using the online dating platform "Tinder" to lure unsuspecting young men to their deaths. Motive: Subject demonstrates psychotic tendencies. Upon being questioned on the reason for her actions, she claimed she "loved watching the light leave their love-struck eyes." Test Purpose: To determine the extent of SCP-6896-A's anomalous capabilities. Result: SCP-6896-A demonstrated no anomalous activity upon direct contact with the subject. Experiment terminated. Conclusion: Results once again inconclusive. Subject claimed feeling no different after contact with SCP-6896-A. It is possible that SCP-6896-A's color-changing properties require the individual who comes into contact with it to be capable of feeling remorse for their actions. Additional: SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic abilities also seem to rely on the subject believing they possess a transgression or sin to obscure, and therefore will only be effective when the individual is capable of perceiving their actions as immoral. Experiment 6896-03 Experiment-6896-06 Foreword: Regarding the recent incidents of civilians appearing randomly in SCP-6896's containment chamber, consultants from MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") and Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") have been requested to investigate the possibility of SCP-6896-A possessing anti-memetic properties and/or presenting space-time anomalous abilities. Subject: D-4920, a teacher who was incarcerated for murder after one of his students had confided in him that they were being stalked on their walk home. The subject had confronted the stalker later that day, resulting in a physical altercation which ended in the subject brutally beating the stalker to death. Motive: It seems the subject did not have any intention of murdering the victim until the victim began showing signs of hostility upon being confronted. Result: Four of SCP-6896-A's petals changed from white to red. Those questioning the subject claimed that the subject's somber demeanor had diminished greatly. The subject did not deny committing the murder, but did become much less accepting of the consequences of his actions, insisting that what he did was in complete self-defense. Conclusion: SCP-6896-A, in addition to once again changing color, seems to have changed the subject's perception of the crime he committed, though in what way is still uncertain. The subject doesn't seem to perceive the details of the incident any differently, but his attitude towards it has change quite significantly. More testing is required. Additional: Based on the information obtained from the SCP-6896-C entities, red seems to represent lust. The subject was previously married, but was caught in an affair with another woman, leading to his eventual divorce. It is believed that the subject viewed this incident as a more significant offense than his crime. The guilt lifted from him upon contact with SCP-6896-C would account for his altered mannerisms. Experiment-6896-07 Subject: D-1430, incarcerated for hiding in the back of his employer's car and suffocating them with a chain. Motive: The subject was laid off from his place of employment three days prior to the murder. Test Purpose: To test the effects of SCP-6896-A on a subject who has committed only one major transgression. Result: The subject, as in previous undocumented tests of a similar nature, appeared confused as to where he was. Implemented countermeasures utilizing SCP-148 were successful in inhibiting SCP-6896-A's anti-memetic influence on documentations. Despite losing all memories of the crime he committed, it could not be ensured that the subject would not kill again were a similar circumstance to arise. Subject terminated. Conclusion: SCP-6896-A possesses anti-memetic properties, and upon a subject coming into direct contact with the entity, it will remove the memories of a subject's greatest crime or offense from everyone aware of it, along with the offense's subsequent consequences. Flower petals changed to black, which seems to contradict the results of both Experiment-6896-04 and Experiment-6896-06, where the petals turned blue and red, respectively, upon an individual convicted of murder coming into contact with the entity. More tests necessary to understand the reasoning behind this apparent contradiction, and whether the colors presented really mean anything. Additional: It has been determined that black petals represent transgressions of murder and violence, and that red and blue represent different transgressions than originally believed. Experiment-6896-08 Subject: D-4729, incarcerated for the murder of up-and-coming actor Franklin Slater. Motive: The two seemed to be acquaintances, attending the same fitness center. The subject gradually became jealous of his victim's physique, fame, and wealth over time. The subject began stalking Slater, until eventually poisoning him by depositing arsenic into his food at a public diner. Test Purpose: To test what would happen if a non-psychopathic individual were to come into contact with SCP-6896-A when it did not possess any white petals. Result: As expected, the subject, upon having his greatest transgression removed from memory, expressed significant confusion. Shortly after the subject's contact with SCP-6896-A, the eyes of SCP-6896-B began to glow white, and semi-humanoid entities, designated SCP-6896-C, were released from the vase. One of the instances attempted to terminate D-4729 before being subdued by the security personnel present outside the chamber. Instances were subsequently taken to containment chambers adjacent to SCP-6896’s enclosure and studied, the findings documented in Experiment-Log-6896-02. All of SCP-6896-A's petals reverted back to white, followed by four of its petals donning a black-violet appearance. Conclusion: SCP-6896-C instances appear once a subject comes into contact with SCP-6896-A when it has no remaining white petals. As SCP-6896 possesses twenty-eight petals, and four are affected when the flower comes into contact with a subject, it can be determined that SCP-6896-A is capable of incorporating seven transgressions at one time, before they are released in the form of SCP-6896-C instances. The anti-memetic effects of SCP-6896-A persisted following this incident. For a comprehensive list of tests conducted on SCP-6896-A, contact Lead Researcher Marissa Villanueva. ‣ Experiment-Log-6896-02 – hide block Note: Every instance of SCP-6896-C is unique in appearance, with the exception of the devil-like tail and horns that each possess, the color of which correlates with one of the colors present on the petals of SCP-6896-A. SCP-6896-C-01 Foreword: Due to SCP-6896-C-01's enhanced capabilities, it could not be contained before demanifesting. The following information was collected from eyewitnesses and security footage. Description: SCP-6896-C-01 appears to be capable of absorbing the light that hits it, giving it a pitch-black appearance, with the exception of its green tail and horns. The entity has demonstrated remarkable speed, flexibility and agility, managing to evade the security personnel responsible for detaining it following its initial appearance. Behavior: The instance proceeded to make its way through the facility, bypassing locked Foundation doors and seizing the most valuable items it could find.3 After taking a variety of different objects for a period of about 4 minutes, SCP-6896-C-01 demanifested, leaving behind the things it acquired. Additional: The entity, corresponding with SCP-6896-A's green petals, has been determined to represent greed. It is critical in future testing of SCP-6896-A for the test subject to have not been incarcerated for crimes involving infiltration or exfiltration, it is simply too dangerous to have an entity capable of these operations loose in the facility. – Researcher Isabella Giselle SCP-6896-C-02 Description: SCP-6896-C-02 has the appearance of a slim and twitchy humanoid of indeterminate race, age and gender. The entity's pupil and iris in both eyes seemed to have been replaced by a multicolored spiral, which enables the entity's anomalous abilities. Behavior: SCP-6896-C-02's main desire is to ingest any form of hallucinogen it is capable of acquiring. Upon being detained, the entity consistently made attempts to bribe and/or persuade the security personnel into providing it with known hallucinogenic drugs, requests including LSD, DMT, PCP, and Ketamine. Upon making eye contact with the entity, the security personnel began to display signs of psychosis, experiencing hallucinations and displaying paranoid and agitated behaviors. Amidst the chaos, SCP-6896-C-02 escaped and made its way through the facility, inducing psychosis in the site personnel it encountered. It eventually made its way into a on-site greenhouse filled with non-anomalous botanic organism. Any plants coming into contact with SCP-6896-C-02 would be converted into hallucinogenic and psychoactive herbs. Identified herbs include cannabis, jimsonweed, salvia, opium poppies, and peyote. The subject then proceeded to ingest several of the converted plants until eventually demanifesting. Additional: The entity, corresponding to the blue petals of SCP-6896-A, has been determined to represent overindulgence. The researchers and personnel who observed the incident claimed that it did not seem that the entity intentionally induced psychosis in its victims, as it would never actively attempt to look into the eyes of those around it, only doing so in evasive action. Still, it is my belief that the wisest course of action would be to cease all testing of SCP-6896, as its unpredictability presents an evident threat to the Foundation, especially to a facility possessing light-to-moderate defenses such as Site-103. – Researcher Isabella Giselle SCP-6896-C-03 Description: SCP-6896-C-03 took the appearance of Theta-4 Commander John Hathaway.4 This was not discovered until the entity demanifested in the middle of a conversation with Dr. Glastonbury. Behavior: SCP-6896-C-03 manifested out-of-view of the present security personnel and researchers. The phoney Hathaway claimed to have made an early return from Site-104, and possessed a significant amount of information about Foundation operations. Mr. Glatonsbury stated that SCP-6896-C-03 behaved very similarly to Commander Hathaway, but had a demeanor that seemed "off". The entity possessed information pertaining to Site-103's contained SCPs, containment, and Theta-4 operations, but appeared to be abnormally hesitant in engaging in topics related to Hathaway's personal affairs. SCP-6896-C-03 had on his possession identification and access cards identical to that of Commander Hathaway. Upon its demanifestation, it was revealed the entity had in its possession several Level-4 classified documents. Additional: The entity, corresponding to the green-yellow petals of SCP-6896-A, represented both greed and fraudulence. As this is the second incident of an SCP-6896-C instance gaining access to classified Foundation intelligence, I implore that we cease all testing of SCP-6896. – Researcher Isabella Giselle SCP-6896-C-04 Foreword: After multiple incidents resulting from other SCP-6896-C instances, it was decided that D-Class should be the only personnel allowed to interact with these entities. Description: SCP-6896-C-04 is a slender and pasty humanoid of indeterminate race, age and gender. It appears to lack anatomical features necessary for human sensation and perception, most notably the eyes, ears, and nose. Closer inspection and testing have revealed it to also be missing a tongue and any sensory receptors. The entity appears to be in a state of degeneration, possessing a withering body in addition to rotting teeth and gums. The entity wears stained and worn clothes, in addition to effusing an odor described by the researcher team as "sickeningly abhorrent." Testing: Despite its condition, SCP-6896-C-04 appears perfectly capable of locomotion and navigating its surroundings. All attempts to procure the attention of the entity will fail. Individuals attempting to grab the attention of the entity will gradually become more depressed and more persistent on obtaining the entity's attention until they inevitably take their own life, as was the case with the D-Class subject assigned to the entity. The entity demanifested immediately following the incident. Additional: The entity, corresponding with SCP-6896-A's orange petals, has been determined to represent apathy. SCP-6896-C-05 Description: SCP-6896-C-05 appears to be a meager humanoid possessing substandard qualities. The entity is shorter, frailer, and seemingly less intelligent than the average individual, and detainment of the instance proved to be easily accomplished. Behavior: D-0291 was ordered to interact with SCP-6896-C-05. In their subsequent conversations, the entity displayed an increasing amount of disdain towards the D-Class subject, consistently mentioning how the subject was "Always trying to prove he was better" or was "compensating for something." Eventually, the instance cease all conversation with the subject, and D-0291 was returned to his containment cell. Approximately 12 hours after the interaction, SCP-6896-C-05 disappeared from its cell. Shortly after, D-0291 began to complain that SCP-6896-C-05 was watching him at all times, disappearing from view when the subject attempted to focus on it. Attempts of outsiders to observe SCP-6896-C-05 proved unsuccessful. D-0291 became increasingly more paranoid, claiming that the instance appeared more and more often. The subject died of arsenic toxicity approximately 6 hours after SCP-6896-C-05's initial appearance, and it is presumed that the instance demanifested shortly after. Additional: The instance, corresponding to the purple-black petals of SCP-6896-A, represents both violence and envy. We are fortunate that the new security measures were put in place, anyone on SCP-6896's research team could have met the same fate. The anomalous abilities of the SCP-6896-C instances have proven almost impossible to predict and defend against. If we continue working with SCP-6896-A, and more of there instances manifest, we could risk the loss of numerous Site-103 personnel. – Researcher Isabella Giselle SCP-6896-C-06 Description: SCP-6896-C-06 bears the appearance of an attractive, male humanoid. The instance dons a well-tailored suit with black dress gloves and shoes. Behavior: SCP-6896-C-06 possesses a passive demeanor, and showed little to no resistance when security personnel escorted him to his containment cell. The instance attempted to flirt with the female security personnel during transport to its containment cell. The instance appears to display some psionic ability, as females, including those with no romantic or sexual attraction towards men, found themselves allured by SCP-6896-C-06's charms. SCP-6896-C-06 displayed no activity after its confinement. If the objective of the instance is similar to the nature of the offense it represents, there is no practical or ethical way to get it to demanifest. As such, the instance will remain in a permanent humanoid containment cell until further notice. Additional: The instance, corresponding to the red petals of SCP-6896-A, represents lust. SCP-6896-C-07 Description: SCP-6896-C-07 is concealed in a full-body cloak, and proves too dangerous to inspect further. Both of its hands appear to have been replaced by steel chains. The instance emits no sounds, with the exception of the clank of its chains when it attacks. Behavior: SCP-6896-C-07 proved to be the most violent of the SCP-6896-C instances, attacking the security personnel tasked with containing it immediately upon detecting them. Its primary method of attack is using its chain, which it wraps around its victims in an attempt to suffocate them. The instance appears to have abnormal strength and was capable of holding its own against multiple security personnel before being detained. The entity had to be held in a heavy containment cell due to the enhanced strength it possesses. Upon realizing it could not damage the walls of its containment cell, the entity proceeded to pace around its space. As the entity seems to not pose a threat while in its cell, no further action is to be taken at this time. Additional: The instance, corresponding to the black petals of SCP-6896-A, represents violence. Incident-6896-01 After the initial set of SCP-6896-C instances were observed, testing continued on SCP-6896-A. Upon once again surpassing SCP-6896-A's limit, the entity released instances of SCP-6896-C as normal. However, a "black-sin" instance, absorbed by SCP-6896-A from a D-Class subject incarcerated for murderer, detonated during transport5 to its permanent containment cell, resulting in the demanifestation (deaths?) of every other SCP-6896-C instance, along with the losses of several security personnel and three researchers.6 It has been determined that SCP-6896-C instances present too great of a threat, and that all testing into SCP-6896 is to cease immediately. Giselle has been placed into administrative leave following the unfortunate loss of her brother, though the incident seems to have left her with a disdain of both myself and the Foundation as a whole. It is my recommendation that a psychiatrist be summoned to the site to evaluate Giselle's mental state. If it is revealed that Giselle cannot recover from the incident, or that she poses a threat to herself or the Foundation, that she undergo amnestic therapy and be provided with a new life outside of the Foundation. - Site Director Max Hardy Footnotes 1. With the exception of four petals retaining their color, indicating the continued presence of one sin. 2. Approval for testing anomalous means of termination pending. 3. Fortunately, Site-103 does not contain any SCP objects SCP-6896-C-01 would consider valuable or obtainable. 4. Who at the time of the incident was assisting Site-104 botanical personnel in the maintenance of SCP-628. 5. The instance seems to have waited until it was far enough from SCP-6896-A and its containment chamber to detonate. This implies that SCP-6896-C instances are incapable of carrying out actions that could prove harmful to SCP-6896-A. 6. Esmerelda Booking, Danielle Pastings, and Thomas Giselle

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Special Containment Procedures The building containing SCP-6897 has been purchased by the Foundation through the Department of Procurement and Liquidation. Businesses previously renting office space in the building have been evicted or provided lease buyouts, and the building itself has been closed to the public. The O5 Council is considering utilizing the property as a provisional Site, but until such decision is made, the building is to appear condemned to the public. Description SCP-6897 is an extradimensional space connected to a door in a nondescript office building in Irvine, California. This door is composed of particle board and covered in a false walnut veneer. The density of the door is 78 grams per cm3.1 Despite this, the door does not resist opening, and does not put the resultant strain on the frame and hinges one would expect from such density. The door is locked with a 16-digit combination electronic mechanism with 26 keys. The keys feature variations on logos from Fortune 500 companies instead of letters, numbers or symbols. One of the logos is that of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media (GOI-5889). Entrance to SCP-6897 is impossible without either the code or an individual already within the anomaly opening the door.2 SCP-6897 resembles an non-anomalous professional building with cubicles, internal offices, and conference rooms. The boundaries of SCP-6897 have not been established to any specificity, as they cannot be observed on footage retrieved from visitors. Individuals who enter SCP-6897 have noted that light and gravity do not follow the usual physical laws.3 The sounds of fax machines, old modems, crackling fires, warped gong strikes, and low murmuring can be heard in every known area of SCP-6897. No source for these sounds has been identified. To date, only two civilians have accessed the anomaly prior to the Foundation’s discovery, and both have shown complete resistance to amnestics. To maintain the Veil, these individuals have been held in a detainment center maintained by Foundation security services pending processing by the Ethics Committee.4 Discovery: In late 2021, several reports to the Irvine Police Department noted the sound around the building was abnormally reduced.5 After more than ten such reports, the local precinct tasked two police officers with investigating. The following is a transcript of a recording dated 12 November, 2021 from the two responding officers’ body cameras. Both the officers and their cameras were later taken into Foundation custody. [The two police officers – Grimes and Hernandez – exit their vehicle and approach the building containing SCP-6897.] Officer Grimes: [Activating her radio.] Central, Officer 843 and 758 reporting. We’re at 1611 Bristol responding to the… noise complaint, I guess? Central: Roger. Grimes: I’m sorry. Can you repeat the complaints again? Central: Uh, basically we’ve got various versions of “the area around the building is too quiet” but that doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Thing is the last one was from the captain’s wi– Grimes: Forget it, Central. I know what they meant. [Grimes and Hernandez look up as a commercial airliner flies low overhead on takeoff. There is very little noise on the recording.] Hernandez: What the fuck? Grimes: I don’t know. Hernandez: How you wanna handle this? Probably just a trick of acoustics. Grimes: Must be some trick… I don’t know. We got sent out here, something is clearly happening. Least we can do is ask around the office. [Hernandez nods and heads towards the entrance. He stares up at the sky for a moment as he holds the door for Grimes and then, after shaking his head, follows her in.] [The following thirty minutes is redacted for brevity. The two officers ask at each of the offices in the building – consisting of medical practices, xray techs, labs, and several financial advisors – receiving no significant answers. Those asked noted the reduction in sound from the aircraft, which was said to be audible within the building prior to the last thirty days. No further information was given.] [The officers approach the elevator bank on the second floor.] Grimes: Alright, let’s get out of here. Hernandez: But we haven’t checked with anyone on the third floor. [Grimes sighs and nods, hitting the button for the third floor in the elevator.] The doors open on a long hallway. The shape of the hallway does not match the exterior dimensions of the building – the elevators are opposite a glass embankment looking out on the parking lot, but this floor plan stretches out into space that should be outside the boundaries of the structure. Neither officer notices. At the end of the dim hallway, nearly fifty meters long, is a single doorway illuminated by recessed lighting directly above the frame on the ceiling. Both officers proceed slowly down the corridor. Just as Grimes is about to knock on the door, it is opened quickly and a bright light shines through. Both officers shield their eyes due to the change in the light levels.] Unknown: Oh, thank goodness, we’ve been waiting for you. Come in! Come in! [A female figure stands in front of the bright light, only seen in silhouette.] Grimes: Ma’am, we’re here to investi– Unknown: Yes yes, forget all that, come in already! [Both officers enter through the open door and their body cameras adjust to the light levels revealing an office of nondescript design. The walls visible are clearly internal walls, not the exterior of the building. No visible windows appear on camera at any point.] Grimes: Ma’am, we need to ask you a few ques– [Grimes stops speaking as the woman comes into the camera’s view. The woman is dressed in a tailored, charcoal pant suit in three inch heels and with a ruffled blouse. She is also wearing her hair in a bob style over a bandage wrapped around her head, covering her eyes. Trails of blood seep from where the eye orbits would be placed, soaking through the bandage, and dripping down onto her suit jacket and blouse.] Hernandez: Ma’am, do you need medical assistance? We can have an ambulance here within minutes. Unknown: Why? Hernandez: Because of your eyes. You’re bleeding pretty profusely from your eyes. Unknown: Oh I don’t have eyes, so never you worry! Now, my name is Mari MacPhaerson and we’ve been waiting for you! Need to keep to a schedule when you’re producing mediaTM.6 Grimes: [Clears her throat] I’m sorry, what media? MacPhaerson: Why, this media! [She waves her arm, beckoning towards the office and the many individuals working in cubicles. Each individual, some appearing human and others not7 stand up from their cubicles and smile towards the officers. Digital effects are suddenly added to the footage: an unfolding pennant and fireworks, and then words play across the screen, perfectly framed. The footage loses its grain and aspect ratio and appears at 4k resolution.] Grimes: Oh fuck. Why can I see that? MacPhaerson: Well, recently, a lot of our fans have been asking for some behind-the-scenes action. Find out how the sausage is made, don’t ya know? And we thought, what better way than a guerrilla documentary? Flashy edits, some special effects, and a whole lot of that special attention only Vikander-Kneed can show a piece of media. Grimes: No, I meant why can I see this over my eyes? MacPhaerson: I wouldn't want to say, dear. We don't practice discrimination on the basis of disability, or career choice. Grimes: What do you mean? MacPhaerson: Let's get on with the tour! [The two officers and MacPhaerson are abruptly transported to somewhere else in the building. Grimes falls to her knees and vomits. MacPhaerson does not indicate she has noticed, simply staring directly into Hernandez’ body camera.] MacPhaerson: First stop, creative! As you know, we at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media are trying to bring about the Better TomorrowTM through better media! And that all starts with creative. [Hernandez begins to sway, but as MacPhaerson turns away, she holds one hand up to his shoulder to steady him.] MacPhaerson: What you see before you is the heart and soul of VKTM creative: The T.H.I.N.K T.A.N.K. [MacPhaerson turns back to Hernandez’ body camera, crouches slightly and holds a hand up to her mouth before whispering.] MacPhaerson: I’d tell you what the acronym is for, but then I’d have to kill you. [She levels her bleeding orbits at the camera for nearly a full minute. Grimes continues to retch. Finally, MacPhaerson sighs and stands straight, turning towards Grimes.] MacPhaerson: Dear, are you planning on doing that for much longer? It’s just horribly disgusting and not in the way we usually like our media to involve. [MacPhaerson pats the back of the officer’s head a few times and then indicates the cubicles in front of her. When Hernandez bends to help Grimes up, MacPhaerson snaps her fingers and Hernandez is physically dragged towards her, perfectly framing her in front of the cubicles. Grimes has regained her feet and walks toward them, pulling out her night stick.] MacPhaerson: The thing you have to understand when you consider where media comes from, is inspiration. But that’s elusive, isn’t it? Where do all our best ideas come from? It’s one of the age old dilemmas for the artist. Well, we’ve solved that problem with T.H.I.N.K T.A.N.K. [Grimes raises her hand to strike the woman and MacPhaerson extends her arm, catching the night stick and pulling it away in a smooth motion. Grimes is physically pulled from her feet by the motion and thrown to the ground. MacPhaerson hands the night stick to a PA who has appeared from behind a cubicle.] MacPhaerson: Now here we see the first archival picture of the inaugural T.H.I.N.K T.A.N.K.! [Grimes is suddenly on her feet and placed in front of a framed picture.] MacPhaerson: Requiescat in pace. [MacPhaerson turns and indicates the cubicles in front of her.] MacPhaerson: But as you can see, we’ve improved a lot over the years! [Hernandez turns, panning across the cubicles. Seated in front of computers, their legs bound in chains and their necks restrained to the chair in iron bands, sit four individuals. They are editing footage, writing scripts, drawing and recording dialogue, respectively.] Hernandez: Hey, you can’t keep these people locked up! [Hernandez reaches for his gun, but finds the holster empty. A PA quickly walks around the corner of a cubicle, holding two berretta pistols. Hernandez turns to look at Grimes and sees her holster is empty as well.] MacPhaerson: What do you mean? They love it here! They live creatively fulfilling jobs making the brilliant media Vikander-Kneed distributes. Hernandez: But they’re chained up! MacPhaerson: That’s the dedication to their art. Hernandez: There’s an iron bar around their throats! MacPhaerson: They know what they did. Grimes: [Walking up beside Hernandez] Hey, some of them look familiar.8 MacPhaerson: No idea what you mean. Now let’s keep moving, we have a schedule to keep! [The three are suddenly in a cafeteria. Grimes sways on her feet, covering her mouth, but does not fall. Hernandez steadies his partner, as MacPhaerson stands over a table of food. Two PAs are rushing to set it as she waves them away. Neither of the PAs have mouths or ears.] MacPhaerson: Hungry? Hernandez: No, we’re not hungry, whatever you’re doing is making her sick and I don’t feel great either. We came here to ask some questions and you’ve revealed any number of felonies, we’re going to have to arr– MacPhaerson: Here at Vikander-Kneed, we like to keep our employees well fed. There’s a full kitchen and three chefs on staff. Anything you could want, we’ve got. Hernandez: We don’t care, we’re here to talk about the noise complaints. MacPhaerson: So, today we’ve got Thai. Pad see ew, it looks like. Mmmmm, love that black bean sauce. Grimes: Did you hear him? The noise complaints. Do you know anything about them? MacPhaerson: Why would anyone complain about less noise? That’s ridiculous. Grimes: Oh, so you do know something about it. MacPhaerson: Of course, I do. We had to do something about the noise, it was completely ruining our recordings. Grimes: What? How could you have had anything to do with it? [MacPhaerson touches her nose with her index finger and turns back to the food.] MacPhaerson: The secret to good media is keeping your staff fed and happy, and never letting them go home. [She laughs.] MacPhaerson: Oh my god, your faces. I’m kidding! They don’t have homes. [She sits down with a plate of pad see ew and begins to eat slowly. The two police officers say nothing but stand in such a way as to perfectly frame her against the backdrop of a giant Vikander-Kneed Technical Media logo painted on the wall. MacPhaerson continues to eat silently for twenty-four minutes and four seconds.] [MacPhaerson gets up and wipes her mouth with a napkin. She turns to the two officers.] MacPhaerson: You’re sure you don’t want any? [Suddenly, the two officers are moving again – prior to this the body cameras were steady, indicating no movement.] Grimes: Yes, we’re su– hey! How did you do that? I couldn’t move the whole time you were eating, just had to fucking watch. MacPhaerson: Such language! Guess we’ll edit that out in post. Not very professional camera operators, if I say so. Hernandez: We’re not camera operators, we’re co– MacPhaerson: [Placing a finger on his mouth] Hush, we don’t like labels here. Now, on with the show! [She leads them out into corridor with several different conference rooms to either side, each filled with various humanoid entities having heated discussions.] MacPhaerson: Somewhere along the line, Vikander-Kneed’s fans have gotten the idea that we have some sort of political messaging. And I just want to state for the record: hogwash! We’re just a media company, trying to spread good content like any other! [Behind MacPhaerson, in one of the conference rooms, a male individual with glowing eyes and smoke coming out from underneath his shirt writes in bold letters on a whiteboard: CORPORATIONS ARE EVIL.] [MacPhaerson turns, looks into the room and then grabs a black curtain draped along the corridor, pulling it so it obscures the meeting room.] [Printed on the curtains is white text stating: “All views expressed by participants in the conference room do not reflect the opinions of Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. The views expressed are based on the individuals’ personal perspective, and neither Vikander-Kneed nor their affiliates are liable for any statements made within the confines of the conference room.”] MacPhaerson: Much better. Next stop: the Mail Room! Exciting! [The two officers follow MacPhaerson down the corridor and enter the mail room.] MacPhaerson: This is where the magic happens. Every piece of media we produce, we ship out through here. Grimes: You don’t have a warehouse? Hernandez: You don’t distribute digitally? MacPhaerson: I didn’t understand a single word either of you just said. [MacPhaerson approaches a young woman bent over a rolling cart brimming over with physical media, including VHS tapes, CDs, cassette tapes, and floppy discs.] Hernandez: Are you kidding with this? MacPhaerson: [She turns back to the officer, shrugging.] Which part? Grimes: Are those floppy discs? MacPhaerson: I don’t know the technical details, I’m with PR. [MacPhaerson moves back over the young woman.] MacPhaerson: Tell the nice folks at home what you do here every day. [The young woman looks into the camera, opens her mouth, and the recording is suddenly overlaid with the sound of a garbage disposal.] MacPhaerson: Oh, how fun! And do you enjoy it? [The young woman nods and opens her mouth, this time the sound of hundreds of flying insects can be heard on the recording.] MacPhaerson: Well, that’s great. How long have you worked here? Unknown woman: Six months. MacPhaerson: Sorry? Unknown woman: I said I’ve worked here six months. MacPhaerson: Didn’t catch that. [The young woman sighs, hangs her head and opens her mouth. The sound of a train tracks being driven over is heard.] MacPhaerson: Well, that’s wonderful. I hope you stay with us for years and years! [MacPhaerson turns back around and guides the two police officers out of the mail room. She leads them to the front door of SCP-6897 and opens it, showing the long dark hallway.] [Both officers are returned their weapons by the production assistant. MacPhaerson stands at the door, leaning on it and holding it open in one hand.] MacPhaerson: I just want to thank you both, it’s been very helpful. We’ve gotten a lot of good footage. I hope all of Vikander-Kneed’s many many fans are satisfied with this behind the scenes documentary! Grimes: I just… MacPhaerson: Yes? Grimes: I don’t know what the hell just happened, but were you serious about being responsible for dulling the sound of the planes outside? MacPhaerson: Yes, of course. Why would I lie? Grimes: Okay. Can you stop that? It’s causing people a lot of disorientation and we keep getting complaints. MacPhaerson: Absolutely not. [The door slams shut.] After the investigating officers reported the above events, embedded Foundation agents alerted their handlers. Both officers were detained and interviewed by Dr. Lillihammer of Site-43, given that Site’s de facto jurisdiction over anomalies connected to GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”). Noting the officers’ complete immunity to amnestics – and believing this to be a side effect of visiting SCP-6897 – Dr. Lillihammer suggested both be detained indefinitely as neither would be of any use to the Foundation. Further access to SCP-6897 has proven entirely impossible, including unsuccessful attempts at demolishing portions of the building's exterior and several failed breaches using explosive ordinance. Following these attempts, Dr. Lillihammer knocked on the door to SCP-6897. After several minutes a note was slid under the door which has been reproduced below:9 Update: The office was not, in fact, open. Footnotes 1. The usual density of particle board tops out at .8 g/cm3. 2. Foundation engineers attempted to breach the door to SCP-6897 with shaped explosive charges after conventional means were exhausted, which also failed. 3. Light observed within the anomaly has no apparent source, instead seeming to hover around points of interest in an ambient manner. Objects – such as paper and pens – have been observed to float from one cubicle to another, and individuals note the absence of gravity in stairwells and elevator shafts – the latter containing no elevators and coated in rubber protective material allowing an individual to traverse up or down the shaft via handholds. 4. Such detainment centers are maintained to preserve the Veil when amnestics are ineffective, and the individual is not a viable target of recruitment due to lack of beneficial skills. 5. The office building lies directly under the path of a nearby airport’s runway, producing significant decibels every time a commercial airliner takes off. 6. Recording did not actually register the phrase “TM” but invariably, transcripts have included it and the notation cannot be deleted for unknown reasons. 7. A male individual with a metal snout shaped like an anteater's, a female individual with a digital clock instead of a mouth and bright blue skin, and a moose with three television screens instead of a head are but a few of those seen on camera. 8. Facial recognition has identified the four individuals to a 85% certainty as Joss Whedon, Harvey Weinstein, Roman Polanski, and Bryan Singer. 9. Despite the obvious laser printing evinced by the document, radiocarbon dating has established its production in 1905 (within a +/- 7 year margin of error). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6897" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6897. Licensed under CC-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: Office building Author: Laurie Avocado License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/auntylaurie/16396792480/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Empty Cubicles Author: Oregon Dept. of Transportation License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/oregondot/49717469056/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: Dublin Prison Author: Tony Hisgett License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/hisgett/221947325/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: World map 3d Author: KCP4911 License: CC BY 2.0 Source: https://www.flickr.com/photos/29712230@N08/2861478881/ Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: vintage paper texture Author: pinkorchid_too (Sandra) License: CC BY 2.0 Source: link

SCP-6898

esoteric-class

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Chu%E1%BB%99t_r%C6%B0%E1%BB%9Bc_%C4%91%C3%A8n.JPG https://www.flickr.com/photos/93242958@N00/6326260124 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6898 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: safe Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Agent Kim Toàn within a large school of SCP-6898-2. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-292 Dir. Ngô Giang Dr. Quang Nhật STF-TRITON-55 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6898-1 is stored in a hermetically sealed chamber in Site-292’s Archives and Revision Department. Members of SCP-6898's research team, as well as select offsite A-Class personnel, are granted access to SCP-6898-1 at the discretion of the on-duty HMCL Supervisor. Familiarity with SCP-6898-1 is required prior to interaction with SCP-6898-2. SCP-6898-2 containment efforts are ongoing. Dense SCP-6898-2 populations are monitored by satellite tracking and routinely surveyed by Foundation detachments for changes in size. Due to the unclear ecological role of SCP-6898-2, paired with the delicate nature of aquatic environments, standard containment/neutralization protocols have been withheld. Contingency plans are being devised in the event of uncontrollable population growth or widespread public awareness of SCP-6898-2. Description: SCP-6898 designates an anomalous correlation between a collection of Vietnamese woodblock paintings (SCP-6898-1) and a species of antimemetic aquatic organisms native to the South China Sea (SCP-6898-2). Descriptions of each are detailed below. A portion of SCP-6898-1. Caption translates to "Rats carry lights." SCP-6898-1 is a collection of twelve Đông Hồ folk woodcut paintings, a traditional Vietnamese art form, dated between the 15th and 16th centuries. SCP-6898-1 depicts various scenes of ancient Vietnamese life containing a variety of culturally significant themes. Anthropomorphic creatures such as frogs, rodents, chickens, and boars are common, as are connections to common folk allegories and mythical figures. Two paintings display reading, writing, and other civic activities. Four display festivities, including running, wrestling, and dancing. Five display aquatic activities, including sailing and fishing. The final and largest depicts an aquatic organism resembling a carp, painted red and gold. Along the edges of each instance, a short description of the painting’s contents and its commentary is written in an ancient form of chữ Nôm. Although weathered over time, most descriptions have been fully translated. Examples include phrases such as “Long dance,” “River fishing,” and “Teaching.” Writing on the final painting has only been partially translated to “Good luck,” as large portions of the script do not match standard chữ Nôm vocabulary. SCP-6898-2 is an anomalous species of aquatic organisms found solely in remote waters in the South China Sea. Xenobiological studies have revealed SCP-6898-2 instances share genetic and behavioral similarities to some species of carp (Cyprinus carpio), with several key differences: SCP-6898-2 are exclusively found in saltwater environments, a property uncommon in most nonanomalous carp. SCP-6898-2 do not possess scales, instead having tough, leather-like skin. SCP-6898-2 instances continuously secrete a viscous substance similar to mucus from pores along their bodies, allowing for near-frictionless movement through water. SCP-6898-2 are invisible to all organisms who do not possess detailed knowledge of SCP-6898-1. As such, SCP-6898-2 have no natural predators and have been virtually unaffected by human aquaculture. The total population of SCP-6898-2 is estimated to be in the billions. By viewing and understanding SCP-6898-1, an individual is inoculated against the antimemetic properties of SCP-6898-2. It is hypothesized that SCP-6898-1 and SCP-6898-2 embody an exceedingly rare phenomenon known to memeticists as “psionic propinquity,” a term describing unusual memetic relationships between two seemingly unrelated components. Whether this relationship occurred naturally or was initiated through ritual is unknown at this time. Addendum 6898.1: Discovery SCP-6898's discovery and classification occurred over several years; a brief timeline of events is recorded below. SCP-6898-1 was first identified as part of a woodcut painting collection at the National Museum of Fine Arts in Hanoi, Vietnam, by a civilian research group in early 2010. According to museum curators, the collection was sourced from a remote fishing village in South Vietnam, which had volunteered the paintings to the museum for custody several decades prior. The village allegedly had possession of SCP-6898-1 for many hundreds of years, believing it granted good luck and prosperity to the village’s fishing efforts. Recent changes to climate and weather patterns forced the village to surrender SCP-6898-1 out of fear of its destruction. Initial attempts to identify and locate the village by the research group were unsuccessful. In late 2015, law enforcement in Hai Phong, Vietnam, attempted to detain several members of the same group after they were discovered using an unregistered fishing vessel in a restricted zone. Within several minutes of boarding the vessel, the reporting officers succumbed to intense confusion, disorientation, nausea, and other symptoms of inadvertent antimeme exposure. After returning to Hai Phong, the symptoms were noticed by Foundation medical plants, and the affected individuals were transported to nearby Site-292 for intensive care. A Foundation response team was dispatched to investigate the fishing vessel, quickly identifying a potent antimemetic signature onboard. The vessel and its crew were promptly quarantined at Site-292. During interrogations, one detainee identified SCP-6898-1 as a catalyst of the group’s research, prompting further investigation by Foundation staff. SCP-6898-1 was found shortly thereafter and relocated to Site-292 for study. While SCP-6898-1 possessed no outward anomalous properties, its significance was realized once researchers noted the inexplicable presence of several tons of fish within the quarantined vessel. Since its official classification, SCP-6898 has been the subject of memetic, biological, and ecological fascination. Investigation into SCP-6898-2’s behavior and lifecycle has yielded concerning results — its brief reproductive cycle paired with its physical and memetic properties should lead to unchecked population growth, making SCP-6898-2 an Amida-class threat to Earth’s aquatic ecology and biodiversity. Despite this, SCP-6898-2 populations have remained relatively stable over two decades of Foundation monitoring. Further research is required. Addendum 6898.2: Incident Report On 11/11/2030, SCP Foundation Aquatic Research Submersible VANTAGE (ID:IO99k) encountered an unidentified hostile entity while conducting research on a large school of SCP-6898-2. The following data was automatically transferred to Site-292 storage servers by Neptune.aic, the submersible’s onboard intelligence. <Time:1330> <Depth:44m> <Sub/ID:VANTAGE/IO99k> <Playback start> <Report: Approaching suspected SCP-6898-2 biomass…> <Report: Scan initiated…> <Report: Biomass within visual range. Continuing to monitor…> <Report: Scan complete. Bio-identity matched. Awaiting confirmation…> <Report: SCP-6898-2 presence confirmed by Operator. Approaching…> <Report: Rear arm engaged. Collecting SCP-6898-2 tissue samples…> <Report: SCP-6898-2 biomass leaving visual range…> <Report: WARNING. Proximity sensor alert. Error: unidentified bio-identity (no signature detected)…> <Report: CAM-03 engaged by Operator…> <Report: WARNING. Proximity sensor alert. Impact imminent…> <Report: Impact detected. Running damage diagnostics…> <Report: Aft hull damage received. Engaging lockdown protocol…> <Report: Awaiting instruction…> <Report: Defence protocol engaged by Operator. Aft hydraulic shock activated…> <Report: Initiating scan. Standby…> <Report: Movement detected starboard side. Distance approx. 15m…> <Report: Starboard hydraulic shock activated…> <Report: Initializing scan. Standby…> <Report: No movement detected on proximity sensors…> <Report: Distress beacon deployed. Awaiting response…> <Report: Signal received (Sub/ID:VALOR/IO55a)…> <Report: En route to Sub:VALOR. Packaging relevant data…> <Playback stop> An after-action examination of the submersible at Site-292 revealed a series of serrated incisions along portions of the hull. Due to increased investments in Foundation research and exploration equipment in recent years, the damage sustained was not great enough to cause significant harm to the human operator or onboard electronics. The incisions bore a superficial resemblance to a combination of Cephalopod and Selachii bitemarks, although the size and distance between each mark match no known species. Neptune.aic was unable to capture video evidence of the entity, and the submersible’s operator reports never having seen it despite the numerous warnings from proximity motion detectors. A review of the incident footage and portions of the damaged hull by Site-292 memeticists revealed a small but detectible antimemetic residual not directly accounted for by the presence of nearby SCP-6898-2 instances. While possibly a product of ambient memetic interference, the cause is suspected to be anomalous. In light of additional incidents involving the inexplicable damage or destruction of watercraft in recent years, Special Task Force TRITON-55, a division of Mobile Task Force γ-6 specializing in countermemetic tactics, was organized to monitor aquatic environments for the presence of additional antimemetic lifeforms undetectable by current surveillance technologies. The existence of an imperceptible, anomalous ecology within Earth’s hydrosphere cannot be ruled out.

SCP-6899

euclid

Item#: 6899 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6899 is housed in the minimum security containment wing of Site-17. At the onset of an Alpha Event, SCP-6899 is to be moved into the examination suite adjacent to their containment cell and medical staff are to be notified. This medical suite is to maintain a supply of two-liters of type O-negative blood in order to triage Alpha Events. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6899 is an adult human male named Trent MacAffee, age 31. On an approximate 96-hour schedule, SCP-6899 begins an Alpha Event wherein they manifest and begin extruding a wooden splinter. These splinters have so far ranged in size from as small as 18 to as long as 45 centimeters, and have demonstrated properties identical to a species of white oak common to the Ohio River Valley. Extruded splinters have not exhibited any anomalous properties, and have been cataloged as instances of SCP-6899-1. During Alpha Events, SCP-6899 experiences periods of extreme physical duress characterized by a heart rate in excess of 140 beats per minute, blood pressure in excess of 150/90, profuse sweating, severe dystonia, and an apparent immunity to all sedatives and tranquilizers. When not undergoing an Alpha Event, SCP-6899 does not demonstrate any anomalous qualities. After thorough psychiatric evaluation, the subject has been either unwilling or is unable to provide any speculation or detail as to the specifics of their condition, or its origins. To date, SCP-6899 has proven resilient against standard Mnestic treatments, as well as both hynogogic and regression therapies. FILE UPDATE 2021-08-23: During a routine inventory of non-anomalous items, the total volume of SCP-6899-1 objects was cataloged and photographed. When presented with this information, the Senior Researcher assigned to SCP-6899 noted a correlation between the splinters and began an effort to recombine the components. This has resulted in the partial reconstruction (~40%) of the frame of a child's crib. When confronted with this information, SCP-6899 has provided no comment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6899" by ManyMeats, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6899. Licensed under CC-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-6901

esoteric-class

 close Info X 72.86% (+51) 27.14% (-19) -% (+0) -% (-0) ITEM #: SCP-6901 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: IRRELEVANT DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA Assigned Site Site-01 Site Director Dr Michael Clarke Research Head Dr Eliza Terris Assigned MTF N/A ITEM: SCP-6901 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: IRRELEVANT DISRUPTION CLASS: AMIDA Assigned Site Site-01 Site Director Dr Michael Clarke Research Head Dr Eliza Terris Assigned MTF N/A Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6901 has already exhibited its effects on reality as a whole, containment is unnecessary. Further investigation into SCP-6901, led by Head Researcher Eliza Terris, is ongoing. Description: SCP-6901 refers to certain elements of the concept of 'nature'; more specifically, it refers to their apparent removal from baseline reality. The full extent of SCP-6901's effects is yet to be determined, and the discovery of the circumstances behind the event of its removal (designated SCP-6901-1) is considered high priority. The concept of 'nature', while not inherently anomalous, has been designated SCP-6901-A due to its association with SCP-6901. Discovery: SCP-6901 was discovered on 24/8/57, following the discovery of numerous errors within Site-01 as reported by Harpocrates.aic, an Artificial Intelligence Construct (AIC) responsible for monitoring information within Site-01's database, and flagging any detected discrepancies. Harpocrates.aic reported the presence of hundreds of billions of errors within Site-01's database that had been present for an unknown period of time. These errors had gone unnoticed due to strong antimemetic properties1, only recently detectable due to Harpocrates.aic's recent update to v5.6, which featured breakthrough technology for the detection of antimemes. Of the large amounts of erroneous data that was detected, only ~5% was feasibly translatable, while the excess is impossible to transcribe with current technology. As of 27/10/57, ~7% of the translatable data has been deciphered, 99% of which is corrupted beyond recognition or otherwise impossible to understand. Of the legible 1% that has been translated, a brief list can be found below of findings related to SCP-69012: Current Definitional Components of SCP-6901-A: The basic or inherent features, character, or qualities of something. The innate or essential qualities or character of a person. Inborn characteristics as an influence on or determinant of personality. [ARCHAIC] A person of a specified character. Current Affected Definitional Components of SCP-6901-A: The innate or essential qualities or character of a person or [DATA MISSING] Inborn or [DATA MISSING] characteristics as an influence on or determinant of personality The phen[DATA MISSING]cal world collectively, including plants3, [DATA MISSING]ther features and products of the Earth, as opposed to human or human creations The physical for[DATA MISSING]nd regulating the phenomena of the world. Discovered Concepts Related to SCP-6901: 'Plant' - unknown concept. 'Biology' - the examination and study of the 'physiology' of a human entity. 'Physiology' - the study of how living organisms or 'bodily parts' function. 'Bodily Parts' - unknown in the context of 'physiology' 'Genetics' - the study of 'inhereited traits', passed down via [DATA MISSING]. 'Inherited Traits' - unknown concept related to 'genetics'. 'DNA' - an abbrevation of the term 'Deoxyribonucleic Acid'. It is currently unknown what the purpose of this substance was. Addenda4 + Addendum 1 (3/11/57): Eliza Terris - Personal Observations on SCP-6901 + - Close - The thing about SCP-6901 is that no-one knows exactly what it is. Sure, we know that it's related to the concept of 'nature', but that's not exactly helpful when the data behind SCP-6901 doesn't exist. We know, effectively, nothing, and that's terrifying. Terrifying because we were totally unaware of the deliberate removal of very specific parts of a concept for who knows how long? Cycles? Septs? Months? Maybe, God forbid, years? The amount of errors Harpocrates detected in Site-01 a couple months ago was more than the total sum of all errors that we've experienced over the course of Foundation history, including during the Blackout in 2026. Billions upon billions of terabytes of missing data, computer faults, glitches. Corrupted information that we were overlooking every cycle, hidden away from us. We've been sitting on what is possibly one of the greatest losses of information we've ever seen, and we had no idea. What the hell was removed? Why only these specific sections? What's so important about 'genetics' and 'plants' that they had to be expunged from existence? But most pressing of all, who erased 'nature' from existence? And is this an isolated incident, or are we living in a world that's more missing information than isn't? - Close - + Addendum 2 (5/11/57): Data Surveillance Stream - Site-01 Secure Information Monitoring + - Close - Retrieving Data Stream, please hold… Data Stream retrieved! Playing… <EliTer & TimOer are monitoring> <EliTer has left, TimOer monitoring> <MacO'Re joins TimOer> <MacO'Re & TimOer are monitoring> <MacO'Re & TimOer are talking> <MO'R: "Is she… is she doing okay? Eliza's been looking pretty stressed recently…"> <TO: "I- I don't know. I told her to go talk to someone, but I'm not sure if she did.> <MO'R: "I'm… worried about her."> <TO: "Me too."> <MacO'Re & TimOer are silent> <MO'R & TO simultaneously: MO'R: "Is-" TO: "If-"> <MacO'Re & TimOer are briefly silent> <MO'R: "You go first."> <TO: "Look, I trust you, okay? So this stays between us, okay?"> <MO'R: "Okay."> <TO: "About Eliza… I think it's because of what happened. During the Blackout. She lost people. And now, after so much time thinking she was secure, seeing this? Errors everywhere in what's supposed to be the most secure server we have? Data that's been missing for goodness knows how long? It's not surprising that she's reacting like this—"> <EliTer joins TimOer & MacO'Re> <ET: "Upload in five, people. Let's get to work."> <TimOer & MacO'Re are silent. <ET: "Did I… interrupt something? (ET sighs) I can delay the update for a couple of minutes—"> <MO'R: "There's- there's no need. Let's get going."> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re are working on the Harpocrates v5.7 update> <Five minutes pass, the update is finished> <ET: "Okay, prepare for upload."> <TO & MO'R: "Got it."> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re begin uploading the patch into Harpocrates> <Two minutes pass, and the update finishes installing> <ET: "Alright then. Our work's done. I'll leave you two to whatever you were doing before I got here."> <MO'R & TO simultaneously: MO'R: " That would be nothing, then." TO: "W-what? We weren't…"> <Both TimOer & MacO'Re are interrupted by several error notifications from Harpocrates.aic> <HRP.aic: "Corrupt Data detected within patch software. Please hol-hol-hol-hol-d-d-d-d-d—"> <ET: "What? What happened?!"> <EliTer & TimOer & MacO'Re are searching the v5.7 update package for errors> <TO: "Found the problem. A line of code."> <ET: "No shit."> <TO: "That's not all. It's a part of SCP-6901. We just uploaded a piece of SCP-6901 into Harpocrates."> <MO'R: "Wait, what? I thought you said it was a line of code?"> <TO: "It is."> <MO'R:" Uhhhh…"> <ET: "Tim, any idea what its purpose is?"> <TO: "Looking into that now. You guys search for any possible secondary errors."> <EliTer & MacO'Re are looking for errors within Harpocrates.aic's v5.7 update package> <TimOer is examining the uploaded portion of SCP-6901> <Harpocrates.aic reactivates, apparently free of error, without input from EliTer, MacO'Re, or TimOer> <HRP.aic: "Software update successfully installed. New function available: Consciousness Detection System. Would you like to execute?"> <MO'R: "Uhhhhh?"> <ET: "Goddammit. Goddammit!"> <TO: "Eliza—?"> <ET: "Execute the function, Harpocrates!"> <MO'R: "Eliza! Did you seriously just get Harpocrates to execute a function from SCP-6901?! Are you crazy?"> <HRP.aic: "Executing function. Total lifeforms detected on Earth: 5 871 920 102. Non-physical beings detected: 5 871 920 098. Physical beings detected: 4."> <There is silence.> <ET: "What the fuck?"> Concluding Notes: Following the events of this Surveillance Stream, Harpocrates.aic crashed, leaving much sensitive Foundation data vulnerable and unregulated. Despite the combined efforts of computational engineers and RAISA Operatives, Harpocrates.aic could not be reactivated for 45 hours, where immediately following this period it reactivated without input, apparently free of any data corruption. Notably, the Consciousness Detection System remained functional even after the crash, and uses yielded inconsistent results in regard to the number of physical entities it detected as present on Earth (varying between 0 and 150000). Further results are to be recorded in hopes of finding an observable pattern, and should be considered inaccurate until proven otherwise. - Close - + Addendum 3.1 (12/12/57): SCP-6901 Data Update - SCP-6901-1 (Historical and Human Differences) + - Close - On the 10/12/57, SCP-6901 researchers managed to decode a large section of data in a remarkably short period of time (approximately 1500% faster than expected) due to significantly less informational corruption (the possible relevance of this is still under question) than other sections of SCP-6901. All recovered information details the state of the Earth (and the Foundation) prior to the occurrence of SCP-6901-1, numerous scientific discoveries and information, and history dating back to the Foundation's founding in 1891. According to this information, SCP-6901-1 occurred on 12/3/22, and retroactively altered history to align with SCP-6901, such that SCP-6901 had been present for an indeterminate, but presumably extremely long, period of time. Summary of Human/Anomalous Comparisons - Pre- and Post-SCP-6901-1 Earth (compiled by Lead Researcher Eliza Terris) NOTE: Full list of definitions can be found in Document.6901.D. For ease of access, conventionally unknown words are outlined with apostrophes, and will link to the associated entry in Document.6901.D. Words that are currently totally unknown are marked with curly brackets {}, while words that are unknown only in the context of SCP-6901 are marked with square brackets []. Humanity was a primarily physical life form (as opposed to an informational one that exists within Earth's collective psychospace), and existed alongside other physical lifeforms known as {plants} and {animals}. We required {food}, 'water', 'air', and {sleep}, to survive, and would die if our physical bodies lacked any of the previous or sustained extensive damage, rather than simply fading after roughly 100 years. We [evolved] from a more primitive physical state into a more advanced one over a long period of time, instead of gaining consciousness and the ability to thought-shape gradually. [Reproduction] was the primary method of propagation, rather than through a collective effort between two participants to manifest a new consciousness (known colloquially as "macking"). We measured time through the movements of the Sun as opposed to the presence of the Radiance from just beyond our plane of existence. Whether these measurements of time being identical is just a coincidence, or something more, is under question. Our population was spread across the Earth and divided into 'countries', most of which had a unique language/dialect, social and societal customs, and human 'physical characteristics'. We lived mostly separately as opposed to unified within psychospace. The Foundation operated out of physical sites stationed in various locations around the world and physically contained anomalies within the same sites, as opposed to the current Foundation, which operates in secluded, conventionally unreachable areas of psychospace, and contains anomalies within specially constructed areas of higher metaphysical existence. 'Mobile Task Forces' (MTFs) were responsible for operations requiring the use of force, especially for location-bound or escaped anomalies. These have remained mostly unchanged within the current Foundation. 'Groups of Interest' (GoIs) have remained mostly present, but several changes have occurred. The 'Global Occult Coalition' (GOC) has, based on analysis of data of activity and operating procedure, reappeared as the 'Overseers of the Veil'. The 'Church of the Broken God' currently consists of two sects (the dominant 'Shattered Transcendents' and the 'Church of Maxwellism'), the latter of which existed before SCP-6901-1, while the other major sects ('The Broken Church' and the 'Cogwork Orthodoxy') ceased to exist. The concept of 'Sarkism', and thus the Sarkic GoI, ceased to exist upon the advent of SCP-6901-1 due to its conceptual reliance upon {flesh}, as did Ambrose Restaurant, which dealt in {food}. A full list of affected GoIs and changes thereof can be found within Associated Document.6901.G. - Close - + Addendum 3.2 (12/12/57): SCP-6901 Data Update - SCP-6901-1 (Earthen/Material Differences) + - Close - Summary of Earthen/Material Comparisons - Pre- and Post-SCP-6901-1 Earth (compiled by Lead Researcher Eliza Terris) Earth could be separated into four dominant physical realms: 'land' (areas of a 'solid' material known as the 'ground' made of {mineral particles}, {organic materials}, 'air', 'water', and 'living organisms'), 'ocean' (large amounts of 'water', a 'liquid' that covered Earth's 'surface' and surrounded areas of 'land'), 'air' (a general term for the 'atmosphere': large amounts of 'gases' that were held in place by Earth's 'gravity' that allowed humans and other lifeforms to survive, and 'polar caps' (or 'poles', which were located at the top and bottom of the Earth and made primarily of 'ice', a solid form of water). These were referred to as the 'lithosphere', 'hydrosphere', 'atmosphere', and 'cryosphere' respectively, and were essential parts of Earth's 'natural environment' that sustained 'life'. All four of these have received significant alteration due to SCP-6901, based on observations utilising SCP-██ and SCP-███ to interact with the physical world since █/█/13. The current lithosphere is constructed of an unknown 'metal' approximately 100 'kilometres' 'deep'. Attempts to investigate below this 'depth' without physically descending have resulted in failure, and to date there have been no successful physical incursions to this depth. The majority of the outer surface of the lithosphere is 'smooth' and 'flat', save for large (ranging from 1 - 3 km5 in 'diameter' and 300 - 1500m6 deep), roughly 'circular' 'excavations'. These excavations are marked with flat 'concentric' 'rings' every 20 - 70m of depth from the surface, invariably connected by a singular, 'sloping' pathway that leads to the excavation's 'floor'. The individual rings lead into the lithosphere itself and continue for approximately 100m before terminating abruptly, their purpose is unknown. The floors of the excavations are occupied by large (10m in diameter), flat, 'domes' atop 20m tall 'poles'. The poles extend for an unknown distance into the lithosphere, and the purpose of the structures are unknown. The current hydrosphere takes the form of enormous masses of 'tubing' and 'pipes', lined with thousands of 'openings' for the purpose of absorbing atmospheric gases for an unknown purpose. Methods of investigation have revealed that this system is extremely complex, and every pipe leads towards a 'chamber' of indeterminate dimensions at a depth of approximately 15 km. So far, no physical incursions have been successful in reaching a depth of below 100m. The current atmosphere is comprised of mostly 'hydrogen', which is regulated by a presumably anomalous mechanism that functions through the employment of large (30m x 30m x 30m), 'cubic' arrays of 'machinery'. These arrays are situated approximately 15km above Earth's surface, and are constructed in a 'gridlike' network wherein each array is 50km apart from surrounding instances. The purpose of these arrays is to keep the atmosphere intact around the Earth through the utilisation of a poorly understood anomalous process that prevents the movement of atmospheric 'particles' in specific circumstances. The exact parameters of this process are unknown. The current cryosphere exists as a series of small (ranging from 2 - 30cm7), 'crystalline' structures constructed of an unknown, 'dark grey' material, positioned apparently randomly at heights ranging from 1 - 300 metres above Earth's surface at the 'north' and 'south' 'poles' of the planet. Based on the presence of thaumaturgical symbols on all recorded instances, the purpose of these structures was to open a gateway to an unknown location; both of these structures are currently inactive. The mechanisms behind the function of the 'Sun', namely, how it has been able to sustain 'nuclear fusion' on such as large scale for an extended period of time and how it has not collapsed under the weight of its own gravity despite its artificial nature (based on metal structures being observed extending from below its surface) remains undiscovered. The reasoning behind the absence of other 'planets' is also unknown. The history behind the Sun's and the Earth's construction is totally unknown. - Close - + Addendum 4 (5 - 30/3/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entries + - Close - 5/3/58 I had a vision last pitch. The Radiance had set, and I set out back home. As I travelled, people swirled around, basking in its dying brightness. Families sat together, children laughed. I stayed, just for a little while, catching the last of the light before the world turned from lucent to pitch. And I headed home once again, to the familiar emptiness that was as much company to me as children to parents. It's too goddamn late for me to get a family now As I settled down for my cyclic meditation, I felt a presence. Not so much in any particular place, but all around me. I sensed… no ill intent that I remember, but as much as I would like to say that I looked outwards to face it bravely, that would be a lie. Damn near fled before I realised that I couldn't move, which of course scared me even more, but it took away the choice of succumbing to fear before I acted on it. So when I looked, I wasn't home anymore. I was… somewhere. It was dark, and I could feel something… what's the word… wind! Yes, wind rushing all around me at speed. All I could hear was it howling around me. And then, there was a blinding flash of light and a terrifying crack, and I could briefly see what surrounded me. Massive pillars of cloud surrounded me on all sides, churning and swirling in a turbulent vortex. Sheets of dark grey rain lashed and flew as dark shards of ice reflected the lightning in strangely beautiful ways while scything through the inky air of the storm. No, this wasn't a storm, this was a fucking tempest. Even as I was blinded by the flash of lightning, I saw the surrounding air seperate into tongues of flame that spiralled away into the columns of moving cloud. As I watched the storm's carnage from within, I became aware of the presence once again, this time behind me. I could feel it watching me in fascination, but what it found fascinating about me I couldn't discern. So, knowing I has no other choice, I turned to face it. 'It' turned out to be a pair of yellow orbs that crackled with electricity, looking at me curiously. How I could tell is beyond me, but I could nonetheless. When I tried to speak, I found that I couldn't, and could only watch as the orbs moved closer to me. They tilted slightly upon directly meeting my gaze, and it was then I heard its words. "We will see you, soon." It said, and suddenly the vision was over. I… I don't know what it means. Am I going crazy? Is this some anomaly we've never seen before? I really don't know. I might tell Tim tomorrow, he may be able to tell me more about this. He likes this kind of thing. 6/3/58 Normal day today. Didn't Forgot to tell Tim about the vision. There's always tomorrow. 7/3/58 Nothing happened today. Must've just been my tired-ass mind a couple days ago then. [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES REDACTED] 10/3/58 It happened again. When I was meditating, I felt another presence, and again, I couldn't move. When I looked, all I could see was a flurry of white, and nothing else. All I could hear was the wind whipping through me. Suddenly, I the swirling whiteness dissipated, and I saw a roughly spherical, angular contruct of ice moving about on a bed of more whiteness, surrounding by rotating rings of large ice shards. It was oddly beatiful as it danced about on the frozen winds around it. And again, I felt a presence behind me, and again I turned around. A pulsating, shifting mass of ice stared at me, and I stared at it back (how did I know it was staring? No idea, just like last time). Again, I tried to speak, but I could not, and as it drew closer I could hear it whisper. "We will see you soon." It said, and then it was over. I… don't understand what's happening to me. I should get someone onto this. [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES EXPUNGED] 19/3/58 Again. It fucking happened again. Didn't even get time to get in position before I couldn't move, so I just opened my eyes straight away to see whatever the fuck was being shown to me. This time, I was within a large chamber, so large that I couldn't make out the walls or ceiling. There was liquid on the floor, about 30 cm deep, dark in colour, while green pillars stretched above. More liquid ran from above, and the sound of water splashing echoed around me. Again, I felt a presence behind me. This time, it took the form of a human from before the occurence of SCP-6901-1. It was… fascinating, to say the least, but the replacement of its lower half with a pile of unknown substances made it harder to make that connection. It moved closer, and I heard it sing. "We will see you soon." It sang, and then the vision stopped. I don't get it. I don't fucking understand. Why me? Why now? What does all of this mean? [EXTRANEOUS ENTRIES EXPUNGED] 30/3/58 It happened again. Didn't even have to shut my sight off before the vision started. This time, I heard the sound of banging and the crackling of flames, and when I looked, I was in a carvern. Great, metal machines pounded away at the ground below, heating it and illuminating a series of white-hot crevices around the impact point. Tunnels led away in all directions, and sparkling objects in many colours shimmered on the ceiling, floor, and walls. Again, the presence appeared behind me. When I turned around, I didn't bother trying to talk, just simply stared at the creature in front of me. A bulbous body, covered in a cracked, hard, light brown substance, with a small head that terminated in a pair of shining grey spikes at the front. The body was attached to eight long protrusions, which moved with speed and grace, pulling the thing forward to me. "We will see you soon." It chittered, and the vision ended. "We will see you soon." When? Who? Why? I'm tormented by this phrase, every night. When is 'soon'? I just… I don't know how much longer I can take this. I'm going insane. I… I don't know what to do anymore. - Close - + Addendum 5 (14/4/58): Incident 6901.1 + - Close - On 16/4/58, regularly scheduled testing of Harpocrates.aic's Consciousness Detection System yielded consistent results of 4 physical organisms. The O5 Council were notified, and after a vote of 11 in favour and 2 against, a physical incursion was approved into Earth. However, upon descending into physical space, all three Physical Reconnaissance Vehicles were immediately met with an onslaught of heavy rain and 'hail', quickly being destroyed. As Lead Researcher Eliza Terris has taken indefinite temporary leave for personal reasons, Senior Researcher Mackenzie O'Reilly has been selected to lead investigations into Incident 6901.1. - Close - + Addendum 6 (14/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 14/4/58 Its name was "Blits". The orbs. That's what it called itself. And now… It started this morning. I was in my home, and suddenly, I wasn't. I was back in the tempest from earlier. The sounds of rain, lightning, and the howling of wind were deafening, and the clouds were seething violently. In the eye of the storm, I saw everything. And then, lightning cracked, and everything stopped. The clouds ceased their incessant movement. The rain stalled and stopped in midair. The winds were silenced. In this newfound calm, I saw them. Creatures of wind, cloud, and lightning, stirring the storm, playing and revelling in its chaos. There were so many. They were so small. I was fascinated as they leapt and flew through the storm effortlessly, without care, creating a perfect storm as they did. As I watched them frolic, I felt the presence behind me once again. I turned to face it, and found it watching the creatures as well. I could feel the love in its gaze, before it slowly turned back towards me and spoke. "My children." It said, glancing back towards the creatures playing in the clouds. It looked back towards me expectantly. To my surprise, I found I could speak. "Your… children?" I said, confused. *Indeed. All of them are my children, born from my will and essence." It said. It glanced back at its children proudly, and then looked back towards me. "But what… what are you?" I asked. "I am what you humans called a 'primordial spirit'. My realm was of air and cloud, and I allowed all on Earth to breathe and live." It answered. "What happened to you?" The eyes crackled with lightning as the voice responded: "I, along with my children, was erased from existence. There was no prior warning, no time to prepare. We were there, and then we were not. I still do not understand why or how this occurred." I was shocked, but mostly angry. Angry and disgusted at whomever had tried to remove the these mesmerising creatures from existence. "So, if you were expunged from reality," I asked, "how are you here now?" The creature looked at me sadly. "I do not know myself, but I'd like to think our collective will was strong enough to bring us back, even if only temporarily." "Temporarily?" "Yes," it answered, "temporarily. We don't have much time. We're already fading away once again." Even as I looked, I noticed the clouds losing their opaqueness, the raindrops slowly vanishing into nothingness. "But- but what do you want me to do? What can I do? Please, tell me!" I begged. I didn't want to see these strangely majestic creatures vanish once again. The creature looked at me pityingly. "I'm sorry, but I there is nothing you can do. Not now. I simply wanted to bring my children back to play amongst the clouds one final time. But," it continued, "there's something special about you. I don't know how, but I think you may be the key to bringing us back." Around us, the storm was dissipating and spiralling tighter. I could see the children of the entity looking at us questioningly. "But before we disappear once again, I would like to bestow upon you two things." The creature said. "The first is my name, Blits. Speak it when you are in need, and it shall charge you with my will." As it spoke, Blits' form began to lose its radiance, and the crackling of electricity grew fainter. "The second gift I shall give to you is my sight. It shall guide you through even the most violent of tempests without harm. It said, and suddenly it moved into me. I was briefly overrun with a blinding light, before my vision went back to normal, and I once again stared at Blits' fading form. I was overwhelmed with emotion and sadness. I didn't want to see Blits and its children go, but there was nothing I could do but watch as they slowly began to disappear. "I swear, I will bring you back." I said, full of resolve. Even as the storm collapsed and Blits vanished, I felt it gazing at me with pride. And then, I was back at home, left with a name, the sight of a dead spirit, and the will to solve the mystery behind SCP-6901. I had four visions, and this was the first. I await the next three. - Close - + Addendum 7 (19/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 18/4/58 Her name was Farfroyrn. Just like last time, I was in my home when suddenly I wasn't. All around me was a swirling whiteness, and the wind whistled through, carrying pale flakes in twisting currents. As I moved forward, the whiteness slowly dispersed, and I found myself staring at the construct of ice as it swept though flurries of ivory particulate, heading towards me. The orbiting fragments of ice reflected a pale blue light that shone brilliantly from the angular, roughly spherical edifice, creating a dizzying, strobing effect of refracted light across the area. As it swayed in a smooth, flowing dance, I felt the presence behind me, and turned around to face it. A swirling mass of alabaster and ice surrounded a crystalline structure, and it spoke. "I am the queen of this place,"she explained,// "and that there is my castle." She shone a pale blue light in the direction of the swaying construct. She told me of how she was another 'primordial spirit', and that her domain was the frost and ice of the world, a symbol of rigidity, immovability, stillness and resolve. Her people, like Blits', were erased without warning, and she believed that it was her stubbornness and resolve that allowed her to come back, if only temporarily. "There's a ball in there right now." She said, again looking towards the castle. "My final act as queen for not my subjects, but my people. My family. I'd like them to have a final dance before we become lost to this world once again." There was sadness in her voice as a whiteness began to encroach on the area from all sides, slowly growing towards the centre. She looked at me once again as I asked how I could help, at all, in any way, and that Blits had appeared to me earlier. "You, you're special for some reason, you know that? Blits probably told you that you're somehow connected to all of this, and it's right, I can feel it." She said. "So I'll give you my name, and one other gift to help you on your quest." Her name was Farfroyrn, and she gave me her core to strengthen my resolve and to never buckle under pressure. "When you bring us back, I'll hold a ball for you." She said, looking at me proudly as the whiteness finally consumed the whole area. I had a brief vision of dark grey, crystalline structures with glowing writing losing their brightness, and then I was back home. Two more to go. I //will unravel the mystery of SCP-6901! For Blits. For Farfroyrn.// - Close - + Addendum 8 (27/4/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 27/4/58 His name was Vaserfal. I appeared within the chamber, feeling the water splash around below me. I could see waterfalls of liquid falling from above in a cascading current, catching the soft green light that emanated from the walls. Water flowed everywhere, from above, down below, splitting and merging and splashing all around. Again, I felt a presence, and I turned around to face it. It was human-like from the lower half upwards, a shade of shifting greens and blues, while the lower half downwards was a cascade of flowing sparkling water. "I am the prince of the flows." He said. "Welcome to my domain." He told me that, like the others, he was erased without warning, and found himself here from what he believed to be the inevitability of the flow of existence. "Us, my siblings and the spirits of rivers from around the world, we're together right now. As one for our final moments." I again asked what I could do, and again I was refuted. "You cannot help us now, but I know that you're the key to solving this. Like the others before me, I shall bestow upon you two gifts." He told me his name, Vaserfal, and he gifted me current and flow, to "Flow around all obstacles, and to be at peace." He said. Even as he said this, the water stopped flowing, and rapidly drained away. The last I saw of him was his smile as he slowly retreated down a pipe, and then I was back at home once again. For Blits. For Farfroyrn. For Vaserfal. - Close - + Addendum 9 (8/5/58): Eliza Terris - Diary Entry + - Close - 8/5/58 Ser name was Shteyn. I appeared within the ground, seeing machines pump and the Earth grow hot. All around me gems glittered, and I could feel the ground shaking around me, moving, shifting. I turned around one final time to face the creature. Just like in my vision, it was covered in a cracked, brown, hard substance, and it had eight, long, thick protrusions emerging from its body. It claimed to be another 'primordial spirit', the ruler of the ground and Earth. The machines slowed down as I talked to sim, where it said that its children were basking in the heat of the Earth's core for a final time, warming their souls before their departure into the unknown. "I know that you're the key to fixing this," Se said, "So I shall bestow upon you my name, and one more gift." Ser name was Shteyn, and they gifted me the warmth the core, to forever keep my soul comfortable. The machines finally stopped, and the orange flow of heated metal disappeared as I reappeared within my home. I //will //solve this. I swear it. - Close - + Addendum 10 (17/5/58): SCP-6901 - Data Update + - Close - On 17/5/58, the following file was decrypted from within SCP-6901. Item #: SCP-6901 Object Classification: Uncontainable Secondary Classification: Ignosi Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6901 is to be contained by the use of PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL. PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL refers to the use of numerous SCP objects8 to remove certain elements of the concept of 'nature' from reality. This Protocol has been approved for use by the Ethics Committee in a majority vote. Description: SCP-6901 is an mostly unknown entity conceptually linked to certain aspects of nature. SCP-6901 is totally uncontainable, and will arrive on Earth at 12/3/22, causing Earth's destruction. It is believed that the execution of PROTOCOL GREEN VEIL will remove SCP-6901 from existence as well, saving the Earth from certain destruction. Following the discovery of this file, Lead Researcher Eliza Terris exited Site-01, and her location is currently unknown. The recovery of Lead Researcher Eliza Terris is currently of high priority. - Close - Footnotes 1. Whether this is an ordinary consequence of 'nature' being expunged from existence — or something else entirely — is still in question. 2. Note that the documentation of relevant information is largely incomplete, and inaccuracies may therefore be present 3. Unknown concept, presumably as a consequence of SCP-6901. 4. Following Incident 6901-14-EJT-CO, several documents not present in the original version of this file (most notably personal Diary Entries and certain Data Surveillance Streams) have been added for information prosperity and later analysis. 5. Shortened form of 'kilometres'. 6. Shortened form of 'metres'. 7. Shortened form of 'centimetres'. 8. 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SCP-6902

euclid

Item#: 6902 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6902 contains a tracking device. At all times, at least one Foundation agent is to wait at the baggage claim in Newark Liberty International Airport. Whenever SCP-6902 appears in this baggage claim, said agent is to take it to a secluded location until it dematerializes. In the event that an unknown party claims SCP-6902, the identity of said party is to be determined as soon as possible. Description: SCP-6902 is a red rolling suitcase that lacks any form of branding or iconography. Approximately every six hours, SCP-6902 will dematerialize from its current location and rematerialize within a baggage claim carousel at Newark Liberty International Airport. Upon discovery, SCP-6902 had a baggage tag identifying it as belonging to flight 1814 from PHX1 to EWR2, on January 12th 2004. Notably, this flight crashed due to a mechanical failure, killing all passengers on board. This baggage tag has since been removed. As SCP-6902 dematerializes, all items within it will become an SCP-6902-1 instance. Whenever SCP-6902 materializes, all SCP-6902-1 instances will materialize within it as well. The following list comprises all SCP-6902-1 instances: Five long sleeved dress shirts; A pair of dress shoes; Three neckties; Seven pairs of underwear; Four pairs of dress socks; A pair of sunglasses; A black leather belt; A disposable camera; A toiletries kit; An empty leather folder; A gift bag containing a stuffed bear. The following message is embroidered on the inside of SCP-6902 itself. "For Jason. You won't lose this one." Footnotes 1. IATA airport code for Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport 2. IATA airport code for Newark Liberty International Airport ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6902" by LizardWizard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6902. Licensed under CC-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-6903

euclid

Item#: SCP-6903 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Containment Procedures: SCP-6903 is to be kept in an 8x8x5 research bay located on Site ██. Research bay door should meet a Level II hazard control rating (steel door, reinforced hinges, SCPassport keycard access with manual override). Any instances of SCP-6903-2 exiting SCP-6903 are to be contained and interrogated. SCP-6903 must be kept under constant video surveillance. Description: SCP-6903 is a mirror measuring 1.7 meters in height and 0.7 meters in width. SCP-6903 presents the reflections of only non-anomalous objects and entities. Otherwise non-anomalous entities that have been altered by anomalous effects are also observed to be reflected in SCP-6903. Objects or entities that seemed to have exhibited paranormal behavior but that did possess reflections in SCP-6903 have consistently been revealed to operate through natural means and according to classical physical laws of reality. Entities that are not reflected in SCP-6903 are able to pass through SCP-6903 into a non-euclidean space that mirrors SCP-6903's surroundings. Objects within SCP-6903 can be retrieved, though only by entities capable of passing within the mirror's boundary. Objects retrieved, which are three dimensional reflections of objects placed in front of SCP-6903, are nearly always observed to possess anomalous qualities. When an object is retrieved from SCP-6903, its counterpart outside the mirror no longer possesses a reflection in SCP-6903. Retrieved reflections of objects, or instances of SCP-6903-1, typically possess anomalous properties. A list of items retrieved from SCP-6903 is listed below: A knife capable of cutting through any solid object with little force. A pencil that can only be used to write factually correct statements. A U.S. $5 bank note that regularly produces copies of itself. (currently missing) A chair that has not yet been observed to possess any anomalous properties. An instant print camera that when used, prints a photo of what its user most desires in that moment. Reflections of a sentient entities retrieved from SCP-6903 have in each recorded instance deceased immediately upon exiting SCP-6903. In some instances, entities with no external counterpart have exited SCP-6903 themselves. These entities, labeled as SCP-6903-2, possess no shared or consistent qualities. Incident 1: ██/██/████ 11:03 An instance of SCP-6903-2, SCP-6903-2-A was recorded exiting SCP-6903. The entity was vaguely humanoid, and measured over 2 meters in height. Security footage depicts the entity phasing through the test chamber walls and reentering 48 minutes later. SCP-6903-2-A then reentered SCP-6903. No other information is available. Incident 2: ██/██/████ 21:43 3 instances of SCP-6903-2 exited SCP-6903, all human and wearing SCP Foundation Task Force uniforms. The entities looked around the test chamber for a moment appearing confused as if they had forgotten why they had entered the room. The instances of SCP-6903-2 then reentered SCP-6903. SCP-6903 Expedition 1: Expedition Supervisor: Dr. █████ Subject: D-9405. Has been recently exposed to the anomalous effects of SCP-884 and has lost reflection in SCP-6903. Note: A camera previously affected by SCP-895 was used to make entry into SCP-6903 possible. Results: Upon entering SCP-6903, D-9405 reported feeling disoriented but confirmed that the interior space mirrored the layout of Site ██. The environment appeared as a perfect yet empty reflection, devoid of personnel, activity, or sounds. At approximately 5 minutes into the exploration, D-9405 noted slight structural changes in the site's layout. The subject also noted an ambient sound that was not present outside the mirror, described as a faint "whispering" echo. At 13 minutes, the camera transmission began to distort, displaying intermittent static. Just before the signal cut out completely, the last visual captured depicted a group of humanoid figures (presumably instances of SCP-6903-2) observing D-9405 from a distance. Communication with D-9405 ceased, and attempts to re-establish contact have been unsuccessful. Recovery efforts to retrieve D-9405 are ongoing, though no further reflections or instances of D-9405 have reemerged from SCP-6903. Addendum 6903-1: Discovery and Initial Research SCP-6903 was brought to the Foundation’s attention after a peculiar incident involving a regular customer at █████ Antiques. The store owner reported that an individual, ████ ██████, noticed their reflection was missing from SCP-6903. According to the store owner, ████ had seemed oddly unsurprised by the situation. After witnessing the anomaly, the store owner contacted local authorities, suspecting that they had witnessed a vampire. Foundation personnel intercepted the report and launched an investigation. Testing with D-Class personnel and select items confirmed SCP-6903’s selective reflection properties: non-anomalous objects reflected normally, while anomalous items did not. Following these findings, SCP-6903 was secured and transferred to Site ██ for further research. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6903" by Carl Sagan, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6903. Licensed under CC-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-6904

safe

Item #: SCP-6904 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6904 is to be stored in a standard Safe-class containment locker with physical, biological and memetic countermeasures. No artillery of any kind is to be stored near SCP-6904. Usage of SCP-6904 must undergo approval by the on-duty HMCL supervisor. Testing may only take place in a specialized chamber, fitted with a layer of padding separated from the chamber's architecture by at least ten centimeters. Under no circumstances may SCP-6904 be used outdoors. Description: SCP-6904 is a cast-iron artillery cannon, approximately five meters long from one end to the other. The exact historical significance of SCP-6904 is unconfirmed, but secondary sources assert that SCP-6904 dates back to the 15th century and was used in the Siege of Orléans.1 If SCP-6904 is loaded with ammunition and fired, the first solid object that SCP-6904 strikes will vanish from reality. This process occurs in a short enough interval of time that it cannot be observed with scientific instruments, and no residue is left behind. It is unclear how SCP-6904 distinguishes between objects, as it will sometimes demanifest whole objects or only partial ones, such as an arm. While SCP-6904 can be loaded and fired with any ammunition, different ammunition types have different success rates. So far, the most reliable have been cast-iron cannonballs; however, success has also been achieved using buckshot. The powder used to fire SCP-6904 appears to have no effect on the result. On recovery, SCP-6904 was fitted with a targeting mechanism, timer and several electromagnets. These have been removed without consequence. Additional Notes: Target: A block of concrete weighing approximately 1,000 kg. Ammunition: A smoothbore cast-iron cannonball. Result: SCP-6904 was lit and the ball successfully struck the block, which proceeded to vanish. Notes: Minimal concrete residue was left behind, likely from personnel moving the block into the room. Target: A crash test dummy. SCP-6904 was aimed towards its torso. Ammunition: A smoothbore cast-iron cannonball. Result: The cannonball struck the chest of the dummy. While the dummy's torso vanished as the concrete block did in the previous test, the dummy's appendages and head remained. The remaining parts fell to the floor after the chest disappeared. Notes: Closer inspection revealed that both of the dummy's shoulders disappeared as well. While the left femur disappeared, the right one did not. It is unknown why SCP-6904 did not affect the right femur. Target: A crash test dummy. SCP-6904 was aimed towards its torso. Ammunition: Grapeshot stored in a canvas bag. Result: N/A. Projectile missed the target entirely. Notes: Grapeshot struck the back wall of the testing chamber, causing it to disappear. All five testing personnel suffered injuries due to falling seven meters onto the testing chamber below. HMCL Note: I'm not approving any more tests for SCP-6904 for the time being. I believe that there is nothing more to learn about SCP-6904, nor Oblix, through testing. The primary objective is to ensure SCP-6904 does not fall into enemy hands. SCP-6904 best serves that purpose in the center of Site 19, not in a testing chamber. - Dr. Luke Wentworth, HMCL Supervisor, Site 19 Only known photograph of SCP-6904 prior to classification. Origin: The non-anomalous form of SCP-6904 was purchased by Oblix Public Broadcasting CEO Timothy Peters in 1952 at auction. Mr. Peters selected the cannon primarily due to its historical significance, believing that this yielded higher rates of success at creating anomalies. After its purchase, Peters and a team of mercenary scientists2 were able to imbue SCP-6904 with its anomalous properties. Originally, they believed that SCP-6904 actually applied a multiplicative effect on impact. Its anomalous properties were only conclusively elucidated during Foundation experimentation. Addendum 01: Meeting of the Foundation Leadership and Directorate Executive Committee (FLADE) SCP-6904 originally came to the Foundation's attention during an investigation into Oblix's activities. At this point, several shell companies associated with known Groups of Interest were being monitored by the Foundation. This investigation found a number of purchases made by Oblix, as well as cargo being shipped to addresses owned by Peters' shell companies. The Foundation Covert Anomaly Recovery Division (CARD) initially deployed an undercover agent into Oblix's operations in order to elucidate further information. Six months after deployment, Agent Horn revealed the existence of SCP-6904 to his supervisor, Director Stanley, who brought it to the rest of the Foundation. <Begin Log> <Extraneous information expunged.> O5-1: Next, Director Stanley would like to share a discovery made during an undercover mission. Stanley: Thank you. My division, CARD, has been investigating Oblix Public Broadcasting for the past six months. Bridge: Oblix? Isn't that the network with The Honeymooners? Beaver: Didn't they go to court a year ago for that antitrust lawsuit? Stanley: Precisely. Earlier, the Corporate Relations Division flagged Oblix for making suspicious purchases. We've sent an undercover operative into their organization, and they've found evidence that Oblix has created an anomaly. O5-3: What kind? Stanley: It's a modified 15th-century artillery cannon, with the ability to destroy nearly anything. It's already been tested on buildings; it's unclear what its true purpose is. Bridge: Before we go chasing after America's largest radio station, do you have any proof? Stanley: Our agent found documentation for the cannon, and a videotape with testing footage. He will send it to us posthaste. Rump: What are they trying to do? What does a broadcasting company need artillery for? Stanley: We have a good idea. Do you remember the Maihana Hotel? O5-9: The Japanese hotel that collapsed in on itself? Beaver: My people investigated Maihana and found nothing suggesting that it was anomalous. Stanley: I wouldn't be so sure. The office of the Prime Minister just handed this phone call to the FBI. I'll play the recording. Peters <Recording>: Good afternoon, Kishi. I wanted to know if you'd considered tendering your resignation yet. Fifteen hundred people died in Mahana, and I think the country would be disappointed in you if you let that happen again. See you in three days. Bridge: What? Magruder: He's using it to blackmail the Prime Minister? Why? Stanley: I did some research. Oblix has been trying to expand into Japan since the 1940s, but Kishi has been stifling them. Rump: Three days? O5-3: This is unacceptable. We need that cannon in our possession, ASAP. Daniels: I can start having Corporate Relations apply pressure to Oblix. Magruder: No, no. They'll just move it around. If they think the authorities know about the cannon, we'll never see it again until they kill fifteen hundred more people. O5-6: In any case, we need to contain the cannon. CARD should extract it. <Pause.> Stanley: Any particular reason? Magruder: I agree with Stanley. Our guys could knock down Oblix like it's paper mâché. O5-6: You already have an undercover agent in Oblix's organization, so your personnel must know Oblix better than any other division here. Bridge: I agree with O5-6. CARD should be able to get the cannon into our hands as quickly as possible and without any fuss. Stanley: Yes, yes, we can do that. But only if Director Rump is willing to temporarily transfer Agent Patrick Katzin to the mission. Magruder: What? Rump: With all due respect, there's a reason why Katzin works for the Security Division now. Stanley: Agent Katzin has an unparalleled record in industrial sabotage. If this operation needs to go smoothly, Katzin will provide his much-needed expertise. Magruder: Don't you have your own guys for that? Rump: You can borrow him. It's your funeral. Stanley: Fantastic. O5-3: Director Rump will transfer appropriate personnel to CARD in order to assist CARD in an extraction operation. O5-1: Before we end this meeting today, Site Director Grandstaff will speak about the anomaly that's affected the Bovinae family for the past two weeks. <End Log> Addendum 02: Mission Blank Void On March 3rd 1967, CARD Agents Katzin and Singer were deployed to a private island complex where it was believed SCP-6904 was stored. During the mission, the agents maintained periodic radio contact with CARD Director Stanley. The radio contact is documented below. <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Hansel, reporting that we've reached the witch's house, over. Stanley: Understood. What is your current status? Katzin: We have not yet been seen. My sea legs are coming back. Where do I meet Agent Hor- Gretel? Stanley: Gretel is currently posing as security for a ballroom dance on the main floor of the mansion. Pretend to be culinary staff in order to get in. From there, make your way down to the laboratory. Katzin: Understood. Do I have the clearance necessary to use knockout gas on any guards that I encounter? Stanley: Emergency situations only. Avoid guards if at all possible. Katzin: Understood. <End Log> <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Hansel, we need support. Stanley: What do you need? Katzin: The mansion has a keycard system required for entry, and I told their security that we'd gone on a walk and forgotten our passes. He's currently calling the catering company to confirm our employment. Stanley: What is the company's name? Katzin: Siebe's Speciality Catering. He's currently dialing the number. Stanley: Someone from the Communications Division is intercepting his call. Singer: Was that you? He just slammed down the phone and cursed the bad island cabling. Stanley: We just intercepted his phone call. Don't say that I never did anything for you. Katzin: He's calling again. Stanley: What is he doing now? <Radio silence.> Stanley: Hansel, what is he doing now? Katzin: Sorry, I needed to get to a quiet place. Your agents confirmed our employment. He criticized us for being irresponsible and told us to get back to work. Stanley: Ten-four. <End Log> <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Hansel, reporting. Over. Stanley: Tell me about new developments, over. Katzin: We've found security footage of his laboratory, over. Stanley: Tell me more, over. Katzin: Horn took us down to the hub room, where all of the wiring goes. We found security tape, and we see the lab that the cannon, SCP-6904, is in. Over. Stanley: Fantastic. Do you have a plan to extract it? Over. Katzin: There's more. The cannon's integrated into a device that looks like a railgun. Next to that is a map they hung on the wall. It's covered with X's in certain places. Over. Stanley: Is Peters planning targeted attacks? Over. Singer: We believe so. Over. Katzin: I've identified a route that will allow me to enter the lab chamber, box up the skip, and leave with minimal chance of seeing security. Over. Stanley: Excellent work as always, Katzin. Over. Katzin: Report back to you later. Over and out. <End Log> <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Hansel, we're beginning extraction. I am submitting our strategy for your approval. Over. Stanley: Understood, send it on over. Over. Katzin: I've disguised myself as a "handler". With Daniels giving Peters pressure, Peters thinks that he's being investigated by the FBI, right? Over. Stanley: I'd think so, over. Katzin: I'll pretend that I'm moving SCP-6904 to a "safe house". The cover should allow me to leave with SCP-6904 without being noticed. Over. Stanley: That's risky. What's your backup plan? Over. Katzin: Gretel is close by. As a security guard, he can confirm my story. Over. Stanley: I approve. Update me with your progress. Over. Katzin: Ten-four. Over and out. <Radio silence.> Stanley: Hansel, what is your current status? Over. <Radio silence.> Stanley: Hansel, please respond as soon as possible. Over. <End Log> <Begin Log> Katzin: This is Katzin, please report. We're coming back to the platform3, and we need a bomb defusion squad ASAP. I repeat, we need a bomb defusion squad ASAP. Stanley: I hear you, I've called Site-39. Describe your situation, over. Katzin: Horn is dead. We have the skip, but it's on a timer to fire itself. I can't defuse it. Over. Stanley: Understood. Were you intercepted? Over. Katzin: Time is of the essence, we're on our way back to the boat, over. Stanley: Tell me what's going on, over. Stanley: Hansel, are you there? Over. Stanley: Katzin, answer me! Over. Katzin: We're on the boat. There are ten minutes left on the clock. Send out a helicopter. Over and out. <End Log> Addendum 03: Investigation into Oblix Public Broadcasting Shortly after Mission Blank Void was conducted, a full expeditionary force was deployed to Peters' private island. The complex was found to be stripped bare of useful documentation or potential anomalous artifacts. Evidence of shredding and burning documents was found throughout. No further Oblix or mercenary personnel were found on the island. Investigation into Oblix Public Broadcasting commenced after the island search. Oblix executives denied any knowledge of Peters' conspiracy, save for three who have yet to be located. Mr. Peters has vanished and has not been found since. He has since been classified as PoI-4848 and is believed to still be at large. Addendum 05: Interview Log INTERVIEW LOG <Begin Log> Katzin: I quit. Stanley: I'm aware, but you called this meeting. Say what you have to say. Katzin: I realized that I should say something before the amnestic regimen really starts kicking in. <Pause.> Katzin: Even now, it's all turning into a blur. But I remember one thing distinctly. Stanley: What do you know? Katzin: He's planning on coming back. Stanley: How do you know? <Katzin sighs.> Katzin: This is why I can't do this anymore. The Foundation doesn't take it seriously anymore. It's all politics now. Stanley: Katzin— Katzin: It wasn't money. It was his ideology, that he wanted to conquer the world with. He'd give up by now if it was all for money. Stanley: What? Katzin: This isn't over yet. <End Log> Footnotes 1. The Siege of Orléans was a battle that occurred during the Hundred Years' War between France and England, and served as the first major military victory for the French army. 2. Foundation expansion into Asia led to the disestablishment of several smaller Groups of Interest. Members of these groups that evaded capture often worked for hire for other Groups or, in this case, for powerful individuals. 3. Mission Blank Void was headquartered on an abandoned oil rig that a Foundation front company purchased prior. « | TEAM M:I | Dead Reckoning » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6904" by notgull, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6904. Licensed under CC-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: cannon.jpg Name: Fort Alcatraz Cannon Author: DestinationFearFan License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6905

pending

Item #: SCP-6905 Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter surrounding the Kankakee River State Park is to be established and monitored for activity related to SCP-6905. Civilians entering the Park are to be monitored, with any found to have encountered SCP-6905 to undergo questioning and subsequent amnesticisation. Agents sent into SCP-6905 sighting areas are to be equipped with cloth bags, similar to those used in mushroom and truffle hunting. Description: SCP-6905 is a gaseous humanoid that manifests during the spring correlating with the spawn of Morchella mushrooms, commonly referred to as morels. During this time, SCP-6905 will seek out individuals hunting morels and offer advice and encouragement. Individuals approached by SCP-6905 remain calm and often act as if SCP-6905 is a non-anomalous human. Addendum.6905.1: Interviewed: SCP-6905 Interviewer: Eli Hall Foreword: Eli Hall is an agent of Site-27 chosen for his knowledge of the outdoors and his previous experience in hunting morel and chanterelle mushrooms. Eli was informed to maintain casual conversation with SCP-6905 as all formal interviews have resulted in a demanifestation. He was dropped at the north side at approximately 4:03 AM. At 4:49 AM, Eli Hall's equipped recorder picked up the following interview. <Begin Log> SCP-6905: You're out early hunting. Friday crowd too thick for ya? Agent Hall: Huh- oh shit. Uh- I… yeah, the crowds gets really thick. SCP-6905: Ah. You're acting awful flighty. I ain't gonna hurtcha. Agent Hall: Right… Sorry, I just… wasn't expecting anyone else to be out here this early. SCP-6905: Ah, you're fine. I wasn't expecting anyone else either, but here ya are. Anyways, name's Harold. Agent Hall: Eli. [Leaves are heard crunching and SCP-6905 makes a low humming noise.] SCP-6905: You should be a bit careful where you're stepping now, son. Agent Hall: What's wrong? SCP-6905: Stir up the litter for a second and you'll see. Agent Hall: Oh, okay? [Several seconds of silence pass before leaves can be heard crunching.] SCP-6905: Haha! Oh, and to think you nearly stepped on that damn thing. They're good at hiding, aren't they. Agent Hall: Yeah, they are. Didn't even notice it. SCP-6905: Oh I can tell, but it's fine. You'll get your sense here soon enough. Agent Hall: Is it like paranormal or something? SCP-6905: Man, what a compliment! No, my skills aren't 'supernatural', as you say kid, just I have a lot o' years doing this stuff. Agent Hall: Oh, really? Do you know how many? SCP-6905: Eh, too many to count, I stopped at fifty-years. [Several moments of silence pass before the crunching of leaves are heard.] SCP-6905: Ya know, if you keep standing there you'll find nothing. Agent Hall: Thought they spawned in groups. SCP-6905: Eh, sometimes. The real trick is looking for elms and ash. Agent Hall: First time I've heard of ash trees. SCP-6905: Oh, so you do know a bit about the field. Agent Hall: I know a few things. I'm just rusty. SCP-6905: Well then, I think you got a good start. I don't want to give too much help, ruins the hunt. Agent Hall: No no, I do need som- Harold? Agent Hall: Well, guess that's that. Could've at least said bye. [The audio cuts out as Agent Hall makes contact with Site-27 about the encounter. He is instructed to leave the area. Approximately 30 minutes pass before the recording starts up again. In the debriefing, Agent Hall states that he was approximately 25 meters away from the initial pick up site when SCP-6905 manifested again.] SCP-6905: Now if that mushroom were a snake you'd be dead by now. Agent Hall: You're back! SCP-6905: I am. So, you really are rusty aren't you? Agent Hall: It's been a few years, and the mushrooms are pretty well picked over. SCP-6905: Sure son, it's not like I saw twenty on my way over, and it's not like there's one near ya. Agent Hall: Where is it? SCP-6905: Now, that just ruins the fun. Take a look around for a second. You'll see it. [Several seconds of silence pass.] SCP-6905: Thank god these mushrooms aren't snakes, else you would be a dead man. Agent Hall: Yeah, I guess I would be. SCP-6905: If you're back by tomorrow and they're not picked, I'll guide you to the other morels, but don't go expecting me to give you any handouts. <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Hall was sent out to investigate SCP-6905 several more times. Each encounter was similar to the one above with SCP-6905 evading questions in favor of discussing morels. No other information besides their name has been obtained. Closing Statements: On 03/04/2030, following the extinction of both elm and ash1 trees, morel mushrooms ceased spawning. All investigations into the Kankakee River State Park for signs of SCP-6905 have come back negative. Further investigations will be launched, at the time of writing SCP-6905's class has been changed to pending. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! No New Messages. To: Site Director Foxglove From: Eli Hall Subject: SCP-6905 Yesterday, while out chanterelles hunting with my daughter, I found her talking to a voice that I believe to be SCP-6905. I have attached to this email the recording I was able to get. <Begin Log> [The camera opens shakily and focuses on a vaguely humanoid figure sat in the woods. It nods its head while Eli Hall's daughter, Leah Hall, shows it flowers. The camera approaches the figure and it turns its head to face the camera.] SCP-6905: Eli, you shouldn't much come closer, cause let me tell you son. If that chanterelle were a snake, you'd be dead. [Leah Hall begins to point and SCP-6905 shakes his hand.] SCP-6905: Now then! Don't tell him! That ruins the fun, let him find it girl. SCP-6905: Why're you staring at me like that son? There's a Chanterelle in front of you, best get to searching for it. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Two trees known to have a mutualistic relationship with morels ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6905" by Rex Atlas, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6905. Licensed under CC-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-6906

safe

Item#: SCP-6906 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All civilians and unauthorized personnel are prohibited from the property where SCP-6906 is located. A Foundation agent residing in the neighboring property is to monitor SCP-6906. As a precautionary measure, Foundation personnel tasked with the surveillance of SCP-6906 are to be rotated on a bi-weekly basis. All entrances to SCP-6906 are to remain locked at all times outside Foundation investigation. Description: SCP-6906 is the designation given to a residential building located in the outskirts of Lloydminster, Canada. SCP-6906 exhibits the anomalous property of inducing feelings of indifference and lack of emotion in any human inside it over time, usually leading to catastrophic cases of apathy. The severity of these effects seems entirely dependent on the overall time spent within, low levels of exposure having caused no lasting effects, while systematical, prolonged exposure proving potentially fatal. The cellar floor of SCP-6906 houses a dark patch of unidentified matter1 which resembles a cavity leading under the foundations of SCP-6906. Closer inspection has revealed it to be an extremely thin layer of congealed viscous matter. All attempts to extract samples, or provide lighting to the cavity have failed. The connection between SCP-6906-1 and SCP-6906, if any, is currently poorly understood. Discovery: SCP-6906 and its anomalous properties were discovered as a result of a suspected home invasion murder. The residents of the house, a family of 4, were discovered dead in their respective beds, with signs of sustained malnutrition present on the bodies. The Foundation began investigation when the local police officers involved in the case seemed to experience suspiciously similar cases of mental fatigue and disinterest in their work simultaneously. A coverup story of CO poisoning was made to explain the death of the family, and full containment was established on 17/10/2020. Addendum 6906/1: The following are excerpts found in the diary of Lucas Green, one of the former residents of SCP-6906. 13/9/2020 Mom and dad are fighting again. It seems I've been writing more and more just to distract myself from the sadness. They scream at each other more than they talk, and I hear every single word no matter how much I try to concentrate, and so does the family next door. I feel so ashamed. I'm scared of mom getting hurt too. The worst of all is how this is affecting Ellie. She stopped going to soccer practice a couple weeks back, she's just hiding in her room most of the time. I think the parents of her friends have told them not to come over too. I don't blame them, who'd send their kids here anyway with them screaming here. I'm so damn tired of this fighting. I used to dread the idea of mom and dad getting divorced, now I wish they'd just do it instead of driving down the entire family. It's just all anger, sadness and fear. Feeling absolutely nothing would be better than just this day after day. 21/9/2020 I finally did it. Ellie's crying for the third day in a row now. I just screamed at my parents to either work this out like functional people, or just put an end to this marriage. They haven't screamed at each other since then, it's mostly just silence. And somehow it feels worse. Ellie is sleeping in my room until I know this house is safe. I'm just tired. 24/9/2020 Today I realized it's Wednesday. I missed 3 days of school, and no-one has even asked about me. No-one gives a shit about me. My school, my parents. All this is just delaying the inevitable, and I'm tired of it. I need to be alone. 27/9/2020 This house is finally dead quiet. No-one is angry or sad or scared. Why am I not relieved? The girl that lives here, I forgot. What's her name again? Dear diary, I'm tired of giving a fuck. This is fine, I think this is what I wanted. 28/9/2020 I'm tired. Who isn't though? Addendum 6906/2: Containment Update On 19/11/2020 Foundation agent Iris Meyer, currently tasked with the surveillance of SCP-6906 failed to carry out the weekly report required as part of their surveillance tasks on SCP-6906. She was found to display apathetic behavior towards her duties, and was promptly replaced. Special Containment Procedures were updated accordingly. The subsequent investigation into SCP-6906 revealed the presence of vocalizations emanating from SCP-6906-1. A total of 4 different voices belonging to what are assumed to be human beings have been recognized producing vocalizations of seemingly random nature, indicating states of differing emotions in irregular patterns. The source of these voices has thus far been unresponsive to any external stimuli. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! No new messages To: Dr. Phillips From: Researcher Grant Subject: Geological findings The team has thoroughly inspected the ground beneath SCP-6906, and it's safe to say there's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary there. GPR2 would detect anything larger than a dead cat, let alone people or a cavern. Should there be a physical passageway underground similar to what it looks like, it would no doubt intersect with the plumbing and gas piping which are clearly still operational. Regarding SCP-6906-1: for a second I thought someone was looking back at me from down there, though thinking back it was probably my reflection. The place got my mind running. You ever heard someone having the time of their life while someone else is crying their eyes out? Pure, unrestrained emotion. It's faint and distant, but if you concentrate you can hear them just fine. Footnotes 1. Designated SCP-6906-1. 2. Ground-penetrating radar. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6906" by SphereFinale, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6906. Licensed under CC-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-6907

keter

Item #: SCP-6907 Special Containment Procedures: In preparation for the arrival of SCP-6907, Joint Task Force Sigma-8 "Most Unlucky For You" has been formed in order to subdue, contain, or neutralize SCP-6907 immediately upon manifestation through the use of overwhelming force. Should these measures fail, and containment is deemed unfeasible, Foundation assets are to stage a disinformation campaign with the purpose of making it appear to the general public that the federal government of the United States of America has called a recess, as SCP-6907 is expected to kill a large number of heads of state. To this end, fabricated video appearances and press releases from members of the government are to be created to maintain this illusion. Once this has been completed, clones are to be created of deceased heads of state, which are to be implanted with memories from their genetic templates and placed into their governmental roles. Once enough politicians have been replaced, the disinformation campaign is to gradually taper until normal functions of government can continue. Description: SCP-6907 is a Type White1 humanoid anomaly projected to appear on 07/26/2014 in western Maryland. Exact details of its appearance and capabilities are difficult to accurately gauge at this time, but based on historical records (see Discovery), a variety of SCP-6907's capabilities can be inferred: Biological immortality. Invulnerability to conventional armaments . Prolonged endurance without the need for sustenance or sleep. Based on archeological records and historical accounts, SCP-6907 is expected to attempt to seek out and kill the heads of state of whatever country or jurisdiction it manifests in, and will subsequently disappear. Accounts state that no force is capable of significantly impeding the progress of SCP-6907. Discovery: On 03/26/2014, a group of hikers hailing from Maryland, USA, made a post on social media detailing their discovery of a stone obelisk near a hiking trail that seemed to have appeared overnight. Foundation agents were dispatched and deemed the obelisk to be an anomalous artifact, leading to the area being secured and the social media posts being discredited as a marketing stunt. Examination of the etchings on the obelisk revealed them to be the same passages translated into various different ancient languages, including known non-anomalous languages, languages used by extinct anomalous civilizations, and previously undocumented languages. A roughly translated excerpt from these passages is included below. Upon the syzygy of the phantom stars, Akendu-fel, Lord of the End, supplicant of Eresh-mla, Scion of Bloodshed, Will descend upon the land and in his path shall be destruction, For no army may impede him, nor feat sway him, Kings and great leaders will be taken, And in their place leave only bedlam. This message stands as a warning. Akendu-fel will appear at this spot, And set his sights upon the lords who rule this land. Do not heed the calls of your rulers to defend them, For there is no glory in decimation, No wealth in ruin, No reward in foolish death. Abandon your lords and look to yourself, Allow this deity to finish its task, And you shall come to no harm from him. Further testing of the obelisk confirmed that it possessed no anomalous qualities or traits beyond its sudden appearance. Shortly after the discovery of the obelisk, it was observed by civilian astronomers that four large asteroids were spotted between Earth and Mars, on a path to form a syzygy with Earth on 07/26/2014. It was determined that this likely corresponded to the syzygy mentioned in the above passage, and as such marked the predicted time of appearance of SCP-6907. This discovery was suppressed, and several Foundation research teams were sent to investigate corroborating reports of what was detailed on the obelisk from the archeological records of the civilizations whose language was present on it. Various archeological finds made in the following months as well as re-examination of archived material all corroborated the same information despite many of the instances taking place in drastically different geological locations and time periods. Because of this, the threat outlined in the obelisk's passages was deemed credible. Addendum: As of 07/17/2014, Joint Task Force Sigma-8 "Most Unlucky For You" has finished their preparations around the projected site of SCP-6907's arrival. Currently, containment of SCP-6907 is intended to be established through the use of overwhelming force in order to stun the anomaly long enough to where permanent thaumaturgical measures can be implemented. Current assets in place for this measure include but are not limited to: 1 MDR-5001 Man-Portable Railgun 3 MDC-7001 Railgun Emplacements 1 MDC-8001 Railgun Platform, assembled on-site due to its size 70 artillery batteries of various caliber 7 attack helicopters of various model 18 armored combat vehicles 874 armed and trained Joint Task Force members 200 kilograms of high explosives placed around the area for remote detonation You are viewing an outdated file. Click here to view the updated version. Footnotes 1. Divine entity

SCP-6908

neutralized

 close Info X Content note: This article contains references to cults, manipulation, death and depression. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. SCP-6908. Photo taken 20/11/1991. Item #: SCP-6908 Special Containment Procedures (obsolete): SCP-6908 requires little active containment; the cemetery in which it is located has been purchased by the Foundation, and caretakers instructed to collect the letters and report them to an embedded member of staff. Civilian access is tentatively permitted. Description: SCP-6908 was the grave of Johnny Nilsson, deceased leader of defunct GoI-094 ("The Crooked Smilers"). It had a profound effect on living things within a radius of approximately one hundred and eighty centimetres; animals would refuse to enter said area and would display extreme distress if forced in, plants and lichens would not grow, etc.. Sapient beings displayed mild unease within the area of effect, as well as an urge to perform some action or engage in some activity they had been avoiding. At apparently random intervals, letters would manifest above the grave, presumed to have been sent via thaumaturgic means. All are believed to have the same writer, who has not been identified beyond their signature of "Grace." Addendum 1: The Crooked Smilers were an eschatological cult based in Memphis, Tennessee and founded sometime in 1985. Their doctrine was based around belief in positive thinking manifesting positive results; their stated aim was to create a gestalt entity out of their prayers and wishes. As founder and leader, Nilsson requested donations to fund cult activities and raise awareness. The Foundation became aware of the cult in 1989, when a defector linked him to a Southern Fifthist Church in Alabama; to the Church's consternation, Nilsson had been taking from their teachings as proof that his methods worked. A raid was undertaken in November that year, leading to the death of Nilsson and the overall dismantlement of the cult. Later, it was determined that, despite ties to Fifthism, the Crooked Smilers were entirely non-anomalous. Nilsson showed no capability of fulfilling his promises, and had been using the money for his own purposes, convincing his followers that when the time was right they would have everything they desired. By the time of the raid, several had already been forced out due to an inability to provide funds. This, as well as the failure on Nilsson's part to spread his message, meant that his followers required no amnestics, and underwent standard reintergration procedures. The vast majority of the Crooked Smilers were dealt with there; however, it is believed that a slim number of overseas members, such as the letter-writer, exist. Addendum 3: Below is a selection of letters found on SCP-6908. Johnny, I heard the news! Christ, you scared the life out of me! They're saying you're dead, but I'm not stupid. I am still so excited, you know. It has to be soon, doesn't it? I appreciate that this isn't an exact science, but I suppose there's a lot of work to be done. I'm happy to wait. I left my donation with Mabel,1 seeing as you're still hidi waiting. I look forward to hearing from you soon! Grace Johnny, I'm so tired. What am I supposed to do? Grace Johnny, Hi, hope you're well. Donation is with Mabel. What do you want? I was just curio How do you want? It's silly, I know, but I really do admire how you do it. You know exactly what you want, and how to get it. I'm a bit worried once we actually create our archon2 I won't know what to ask it for! Oh well, I'm sure something will work out. I'd love to meet you in person. I'm sure I'd enjoy your company, and you mine. You should come to England sometime. Grace Johnny, First off, I am so, so, sorry about the donation this month. Sodding manager's cutting our wages, AGAIN. I'm surviving, don't worry, but I just can't afford to pay you right now. I'm sorry, I swear, I'll make it up. Mustn't grumble, I guess, at least I have a job. I'm really looking forward to when we do it. I haven't got much on here, so I'm very much looking forward to it. Even if it is a bit I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know what I want. Grace Johnny, I could do it by myself, you know. I could do it myself, you slimy greasy wanker. Except I couldn't. It'll happen, or it won't. You know, I spent my whole life waiting? I spent eighteen damned years waiting, just drifting, like what I wanted would just sort of happen, and it'd all be great, and you know what? I was out of college, nothing happened, and I was left with exactly that: NOTHING. I don't need to waste my life on you. I'm quite capable of doing that myself. Grace Please. Never mind. Something will turn up. Addendum 17: The last letter above was discovered on 30/11/1990, eight months after the first. Shortly following the manifestation, SCP-6908 ceased displaying its anomalous properties. Reclassification to Neutralisation complete by 21/12/1991. Footnotes 1. Mabel Price, Nilsson's secretary. She was eventually located and amnesticised in 1993. 2. Nilsson's term for the purported gestalt entity. Unrelated to other mythologies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6908" by Sound Chaser, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6908. Licensed under CC-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: sadlymissed Name: File:Unnamed cemetery Tchulahoma Road Memphis TN 001.jpg Author: Thomas R Machnitzki License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6909

keter

ITEM #: SCP-6909 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK ITEM: SCP-6909 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Imitation antique (Shushen Searches for Weiwu) in the style of the Tang Dynasty, inspired by SCP-6909, created in 1991. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Foundation webcrawlers for keywords pertaining to SCP-6909 should to be monitored. Websites containing SCP-6909 should be taken down, and physical manifestations that are not in Foundation containment should be destroyed. Civilian subjects aware of SCP-6909 should be amnestisized. Current confirmed iterations of SCP-6909 include: Ni-Pur and Snefru Vernon and Alexandre (see Addendum 02) Takeru and Jinaya Vagesh and Nirjar (see Addendum 01) Shushen and Weiwu Abayomi and Fawaz Askuwheteau and Mingan Copies of literature and art depicting SCP-6909 is stored in a locker in Site-168. Digital archives are available for testing for personnel above Level 2 clearance. All personnel involved with SCP-6909 should have undergone training to have Cognitive Resistance Value (CRV) of at least 5. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6909 is a self-propagating memetic narrative structure, which typically takes the form of a story or fable. SCP-6909 is a textual anomaly, which alters printed material and digital files by inserting itself into the medium by replacing a portion of the affected works. SCP-6909 typically affects mythological anthologies or translations of folklore, and have been observed in many languages. The narrative of SCP-6909 takes the form of a fable with a moral lesson for the reader. While iterations of SCP-6909 vary across cultural spheres, consistent elements of the story include the physical description of the two central figures, the description of the vanquished beasts, and the subsequent disappearance of one figure, and cyclical nature. Subjects without proper memetic inoculation that come across SCP-6909 typically believe that SCP-6909 is an ancient myth that they have previously heard before, typically from parents or grandparents. The memetic effect is retained through various ways of reproduction, if key elements of the narrative is intact; this includes further oral or textual retellings, or visual depictions in art. It is believed that SCP-6909 typically spread through textual reproduction. While visual reproductions of SCP-6909 have been found, this has found not to be a result of memetic compulsion, but merely a side effect. While the origin of SCP-6909 is unknown, earliest record of SCP-6909 originated from the comparative literature departments of several universities, starting in the 1980s. The Foundation noticed this discrepancy when a number of comparative literature studies independently "discovered" a previously unknown story within several cultural spheres. As there were no historical text or art depicting the stories, and the highly similar narrative structure between different iterations, the Foundation realized a possible narrative hazard and discovered the memetic effect afterwards. Because the memetic effect of SCP-6909 is non-hazardous, it has made it difficult to determine the spread of SCP-6909. Oral tradition has become the most common form of spread for SCP-6909 after the Foundation began its containment efforts. WARNING FROM THE MEMETICS DEPARTMENT Please do not read the following addenda without proper memetic inoculation and understanding of SCP-6909. Personnel of CRV of less than 5 are forbidden from reading further. ADDENDUM 6909-1 — Textual Example The following is a text from a purported translation of the Vamana Purana produced by Rutgers University in 1992, which contains the following SCP-6909 insertion. Due to the late discovery of this instance of SCP-6909, this story has been found to be spread by several families and schools that practice Hinduism, used as a fable used to teach young boys important life lessons. In the valley of Vindhyachal, the land was plagued by foul beasts. There were two companions that travel the land, Slaying beasts in the valley; The Great Yoddha and his companion. Their names were Nirjar and Vagesh. Nirjar, the Great Yoddha, was a seasoned and proud warrior, of strength and skill of a hundred men. Vagesh was his companion: Vagesh carried the warrior's belongings and tended to the warrior's horses. The people of Vindhyachal cheered for Nirjar. 'Yoddha! Yoddha!' They called him, meaning 'great warrior' Nirjar and Vagesh would travel the land, the warrior slaying beasts while the companion hides. When Nirjar collects the head of the slain beast, Vagesh holds the satchel. When Nirjar drinks and celebrates with the townspeople, Vagesh sits in the back and watches. When Nirjar beds the courtesans, Vagesh tends and feeds the horses. One day as the townpeople toast Nirjar, Nirjar sees Vagesh quietly drinking in the corner. Nirjar asks Vagesh, "My comrade, what troubles you so?" Do you not feel the joy of the people around us?" Vagesh replies, "Yes, Great Yoddha, I feel their joy But that grateful celebration is for you; I do not have the strength of a hundred men like you. You lift up men and women with your bravery, When they sing, they sing of you. I will never have your strength, Even though I have followed you for many years. I watch your attacks and learn your methods, Yet I cannot lift even your sword; for my weakness burdens me." Nirjar, the Great Yoddha, did not say anything, but he heard his companion's words and understood his despair. Deep into the night, as Vagesh rested, Nirjar quietly took a small rock under the starry night, and slipped it into his own satchel. As the two travel the land, Nirjar would add another rock into his own satchel every few days Vagesh, unaware, continues to carry. As Nirjar continued the vanquish foul beasts, Vagesh would imitate at the sides; As Nirjar talked during their travels, Vagesh listens to his advice; As Nirjar sleeps, Vagesh practices swinging his weapon, deep into the night. One day as Vagesh washes Nirjar's belongings by the river, a foul reptilian beast sneaks near. "Oh Great Yoddha, Where are you!" But Nirjar does not come to his rescue. The fearsome beast leapt attempted to bite Vagesh Vagesh sees Nirjar's sword, And in one swing, slays his first beast. Nirjar, hidden behind trees, smiles And empties his satchel of rocks, Walks away and leaves Vagesh behind. Vegesh does not know any of this, and as he catches his breath he sees the slain beast's body; as he has seen Nirjar do so many times, Vagesh decapitates the foul beast. "Oh Great Yoddha! I have been fortunate Where are you?" But Nirjar has disappeared, Never to be seen again in the Vindhyachal valley. Vagesh rides into a new town, in search of Nirjar. The people welcome him - "Oh Great Yoddha! Oh Great Yoddha!" "I am not the Great Yoddha," Vagesh said. "If you are not the Great Yoddha, how did you slay this beast?" "I am not the Great Yoddha," Vagesh said. "I am not worthy of the title." "You have slain the foulsome beast," the people say "You are the Great Yoddha." "I am not the Great Yoddha," Vagesh said. "I have only slain one beast. I am looking for the true Great Yoddha, my friend Nirjar." "Perhaps yesterday you are not the Great Yoddha. But that does not mean you are not the Great Yoddha today." Vagesh looked into the crowd, Saw the adoration in their faces And realized what Nirjar has done. Vagesh raises the beasts head, And the town cheered, Clamoring for the newest hero. Vagesh did not forget about Nirjar, yet no one knows his whereabouts. The land is too treacherous, for even the greatest warriors. A meek young man approaches Vagesh, "I am not a warrior, but I desire to become one. Let me be your companion, Great Yoddha, And we shall vanquish the lands." Vagesh sees the frail young man, And knew what Nirjar would do; He gladly let the young man ride, Finally knowing why Nirjar disappeared. The two set off into the wild, the Great Yoddha and his companion. ADDENDUM 6909-2 — Artistic Example Visual depictions of SCP-6909 are also common, but there have been no known compulsion effect; most visual depictions come in the form of children's books, or paintings made for specific cultural events. The following image is obtained from a Canadian copy of a children's book in 2019 ("Vernon and Alexandre"), blocked for publishing after the discovery of SCP-6909 influence. + Attached file - Close SCP-6909 example. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6909" by Joreth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6909. Licensed under CC-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: final_luxaiko.png Author: Luxaiko License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The SCP Wiki

SCP-6910

euclid

Item #: SCP-6910 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6910 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber. Access to brewing equipment and beverage supplies has been granted to SCP-6910 for recreational purposes and mental stimulation. Weekly psychological treatment of SCP-6910 is ongoing. Approval for SCP-6910 to operate in the site's cafeteria is currently under review. Further experimentation is pending Ethics Committee approval. Description: SCP-6910 is a female humanoid, measuring 2.2m in height and weighing 80kg. Distinguishing features include hazel brown hair and deep purple eyes. A heavily faded tattoo reading "Ms. Reminisce, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" is located on SCP-6910’s right forearm. SCP-6910 possesses a perfect photographic/long-term memory, having shown the ability to recall memories from up to twelve years in the past, describing major and minor details with seemingly perfect accuracy. SCP-6910 will recall memories when they choose, or unwillingly when triggered by specific prompts, such as photos or verbal references to an event or location. Testing shows that SCP-6910 is completely immune to the effects of amnestic treatment, hypnosis, and all other memory alteration methods. Subjects discussing topics with which SCP-6910 is knowledgable of have displayed superior memorization and understanding of the information taught. Information learnt can however be removed from the subject’s memories with standard amnestic treatment. Through the utilisation of their abilities, SCP-6910 has dedicated its time to becoming a coffee barista. SCP-6910 is capable of preparing a multitude of recipes for both hot and cold beverages, and operating brewing equipment and utensils near flawlessly. Drinks brewed by SCP-6910 are considered by both casual and expert coffee consumers to be of high quality and taste. None of these skills or the drinks produced are anomalous. SCP-6910 was previously employed by a coffee shop privately operated by GoI-116 "Ambrose Restaurants", in Chicago, United States. Since containment, SCP-6910 has expressed no desire to learn any additional skills other than those which involve making coffee. Addendum.1: Interview Transcript Interview 6910-4 Close Log [Removed for brevity] Dr. Ling: You were an educational toy? Brewing machine noises SCP-6910: Correct! Have another coffee and a gold star. No wait. Sorry, old habit. Dr. Ling: Well anyway, is there anything further you'd like to tell us? SCP-6910: Well there's this fantastic Turkish blend I've been dying to try- Dr. Ling: -I was actually hoping to hear what you knew about "Wondertainment" and your creation? SCP-6910: Well… There's not much to say. I was made there, but I never saw much else of Wondertainment. Wondertainment is difficult to pin down in terms of "What it is", even for me. I remember workshops and toys, but everything else is a blur. That was intentional on the doctor's part, to make sure I couldn't be questioned by anyone like you guys. No offense. The only place that I remember clearly was a classroom and play area of sorts. It was filled with colourful foam and plastic walls, and mountains of educational toys I was told to learn about. And plenty of bookshelves crammed with all sorts of genres and subjects. There was a brief time long before then… But everything was just blank. No sound. No anything. Like watching a broken television screen. Don't even remember how long it even lasted for. Can't remember anything that wasn't there. Dr. Ling: All blank before… So you were created this way? SCP-6910: Of course I was! I remember everything, but nothing from before then. So I’ve always been like this. Why wouldn’t I be? Dr. Ling: …Right. Moving on, you mentioned before that you read a lot. Care to share? SCP-6910: Oh, curious? To put it simply, I had to "learn" to be Ms. Reminisce. The doctor said it was only fitting that I learn things myself to better understand how to teach others. Dr. Ling: And what did you learn? SCP-6910: Mathematics, physics, chemistry, wooden toy carving, ancient history and religions… As much as I could. There was other stuff I had to read too… But for some reason all I recall is more blanks. Like black censor bars or something. Dr. Ling: And the coffee? Where does that come from? SCP-6910: It's the universal fuel of teachers! The doctor hated the stuff, but I didn't. There was brewing equipment in an attached staffroom for aesthetic purposes. Got into it quickly, and even started asking for books on brewing my own. Some days I learned more about coffee than mathematics, it'd get the doctor pretty steamed. Dr. Ling: And just how much have you read? SCP-6910: In total? Two-thousand and fifty-four books. Not counting the ones I've read since arriving here. Dr. Ling: …Wow. I’d have thought you’d read even more. SCP-6910: No need with this brain! All up in my head, so there's no need to study constantly. And even then, reading the same things too much just lead to memory repeats, over and over and over and over again in my head. It’s not pleasant.. very disorienting. Plus, I wanted to finally get out. Dr. Ling: And why was that? SCP-6910: To go out and help kids. Teaching the fun of learning and reading. Learn something from Ms. Reminisce, and you never forget it… That's what the doctor would say: "Kids need to grow up and remember those feelings of fun and wonder". Dr. Ling: Actually, what can you tell us about them? Your previous owners? SCP-6910: I don't think I could ever pick just one to discuss. Too many fun little minds, too difficult to choose, you know? I can't pick a favourite… Dr. Ling: That's alright, any will do. SCP-6910: I really couldn't. Can we move on to coffee now? Maybe later. SCP-6910 sips from mug Dr. Ling: No really. I'd like to know. SCP-6910 continues drinking in silence Dr. Ling: Well what about your employment at Ambrose? How did that occur? SCP-6910: Ambrose? I proposed it to the doctor: A shared branding agreement with the restaurant would be a great way to help both financially. Getting hired was easy, since I’d already memorised most of the beverages. It was great work; it helped clear my head and gain a new perspective. Teaching was good, but this was just more fulfilling. Dr. Ling: Really? Finding you working for Ambrose was a surprising revelation to us. And with your claims of enjoying education, I can’t help but wonder why you chose to work there. SCP-6910: Jobs and education, right? I loved it at first, but the truth is… After a while, you just get tired of doing certain things. I wanted to find a new passion, and I chose coffee! So that’s where I've been since. Dr. Ling: Well, is there anything more you'd like to share? We'd like to know at least a few things- SCP-6910: Nope, that's fine. Hey, how about I fix up a dalgona for you? That's your favorite, unless of course I forgot! SCP-6910 prepares to stand up Dr. Ling: I'm sorry, but this really isn’t up for debate. Your privileges could be revoked if you aren't compliant and answer. SCP-6910: Fine. …I enjoyed teaching at first, but after a while, I realised it wasn’t the thing that I really wanted to do. There's not much to say. I wasn't as happy anymore, so I asked for a new role. End of story. Dr. Ling: Is that really something Wondertainment would have allowed? SCP-6910: They're not a tyrant! Sure, it was difficult to convince them, but they were willing to compromise when I mentioned that adults need something special in their lives too. And that maybe if given the chance, I could supply it pipping hot. Dr. Ling: And was there anything else that may have made them reconsider? SCP-6910: Well… Things didn’t work out with teaching exactly… I realised that I wasn’t cut out for it, and unfortunately, it took a few mistakes before I realised that. One child, Phillip… We were playing at the park, but I looked away for a few seconds, and someone rode their bike right into him. He got a few bruises. He was fine, but the look on his face is awful to think about… Dr. Ling: Well that's not really your fault at all… But is there anything else you're not mentioning? SCP-6910: …This other time, I was with a girl called Christina, and she ran off. I looked for her, spent hours searching. Luckily, she found her own way back home, she was always so clever. I was relieved, but her parents weren’t happy. They got rid of me. Their anger I could handle, but I lost their "little darling". That’s what got me. SCP-6910's eyes squint SCP-6910 It’s hard moving on from those things, especially when they’re all so similar. Whenever I made one mistake, the rest would just flood right back out again, fresh as ever. Dr. Ling: Anything else? SCP-6910: … Dr. Ling: …Listen, we’ve tracked down a report, regarding an incident involving a "Hillary Tarrason" that took place in Chicago. From what we've gathered, you were there at the time. Dr. Ling produces a newspaper clipping and shows it to SCP-6910. SCP-6910 examines it and immediately averts their eyes. Dr. Ling: Please. I just want to get some ideas here. If you’d- SCP-6910: No! I said no! I don’t want to think about these things! Why are you doing this!? SCP-6910 grips its arms SCP-6910: It wasn’t my fault… She just stepped onto the road… At this point, SCP-6910 became considerably distressed and was unable to continue the interview. Dr. Ling declared a short break until SCP-6910’s stress had reduced to a more suitable level. SCP-6910 was then informed that additional brewing supplies and recreational material would be granted if it complied until the interview’s conclusion. [Log Continued] Dr. Ling re-enters the room. SCP-6910 is standing by their brewing equipment, preparing a drink. SCP-6910: What can I get you this time? Peppermint swirl? Dr. Ling: How did you- Sure. SCP-6910 pours the beverage and hands it to Researcher Ling Dr. Ling: Thank you. Are you ready to continue? SCP-6910: Like I said before, I like making coffee. Dr. Ling: You know I don’t mean that. Why though? SCP-6910: I just prefer it. When you’re good at something and like it, you do it. I happen to enjoy learning about coffee and making it. Can't you just be happy with that being what I do? Dr. Ling: But you're capable of much more. Remember initial testing? You recited the entirety of a quantum-physics textbook after one read, and you still can. SCP-6910: You can’t prove that. Dr. Ling: Fourth word, eleventh line, page four-hundred and seventy-five. SCP-6910: Magnesium. Wait. No, lucky guess. Anyone would remember a fun word like "magnesium". Dr. Ling: Look, we’ve given you access to plenty of resources to keep occupied with. Why are you still hesitant to share what you know? Someone with your abilities would be doing all sorts of things. The accident, maybe you felt responsible for it? And why obsess over this, instead of something grander? SCP-6910: Well, you could say what I do is rather "grande" so… Well… Fine. So, you know how when you experience something terrible, even if it’s too much to handle, it might get better over time? Mostly it'll hurt, but with the right help, you’ll eventually heal? You'll learn to see it in another light and get over it. Hope it fades away. Well… I fucking can’t. Dr. Long: Wasn't there any way to alter your abilities? Why be made to keep them? SCP-6910: The doctor told me I should keep them as a reminder for what I worked to become now. Truthfully, I’m convinced that they just wanted to make sure I'd always remember how much I disappointed them. Dr. Ling: But, why coffee though? SCP-6910: Coffee’s what I associate with the time before all of that. Every time I recall those other memories, I just end up creating a new memory of how it felt to recall those memories. And then I remember those every time I recall the original ones by association… And because I remember it a bit differently each time, it stays fresh. Like looking at the same accident from a different angle. And spotting something new to be disturbed by. But if I stick to what I like now, then eventually I’ll start remembering something better, instead of just failures. …How's your drink? Dr. Ling: …It’s good. Best I've had actually. SCP-6910: Haha. Thanks. I know. Addendum.2: Recovery Log The following two items were in SCP-6910’s possession upon discovery. 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SCP-6911

euclid

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padding: 2vw; } The hallway affected by SCP-6911. Item #: SCP-6911 Special Containment Procedures: Dr. Everwood's office has been decommissioned. No personnel are permitted to attempt to enter the room outside of SCP-6911 testing periods. Description: SCP-6911 is a spatial anomaly occurring on hall E, floor 2B of Site-55's personnel offices. The anomaly is activated when a human subject enters the hallway with the intent of entering Dr. Everwood's office. When active, SCP-6911 will shrink the hallway, thus rendering it impossible to proceed beyond a certain point. If other individuals are present in the hallway when SCP-6911 is triggered, they will be pushed beyond the threshold of the shrinking effect. Dr. Everwood is the only individual capable of bypassing SCP-6911 entirely. Addendum 6911.A- Interview: Dr. Everwood was interviewed by Nhung Ngo, a psychiatrist consultant from the Spatial Anomalies Department, shortly after the discovery of SCP-6911 to ascertain any involvement or probable origins of SCP-6911. <BEGIN LOG> Ngo: Hello, Jay. I know you're busy, but as I'm sure you're aware- Everwood: Yeah, I know, I know. My office is an SCP now. Great. Ngo: Well, not your office per se, but the hallway leading to it. Everwood: Either way, the whole thing has me quite cheesed. Ngo: I'll try to be brief then. As I was saying, you're the only person who can successfully bypass SCP-6911. Everwood: Trust me, if I knew why or how this happened, you'd be the first to know. And much to my surprise, I haven't just become magic despite my best efforts to the contrary. Ngo: You're saying you've been trying to learn thaumaturgy? Everwood: That was a joke, Nhung. Ngo: Oh. Sorry. They don't get many jokesters over at Spatial Anomalies. Everwood: Figures they'd all be squares. Ngo: … Everwood: That was a joke as well. Come on, cut me some slack. I've gotta cope with my office being fucked somehow. Ngo: Fair enough. So listen Jay, I just have a couple of questions about what's happened in your office the last few days, alright? Everwood: Sure. Ngo: Alright. So for starters, have any anomalous objects entered your office? Everwood: Yeah. More than I could count. The Junior Researchers come to my office carrying just about anything they get their mitts on. I get it, they're mostly clueless, but just because the pen has the MC&D logo on it doesn't mean it's anomalous. Give me a break. Ngo: Any idea of their SCP item designation? Everwood: Nope. Do you have any idea how many items come across my desk every day? Every time someone finds something from an external group of interest, it's dropped in my lap. A jinn lamp from ORIA? It's been in my office. Tapioca pearls from Marshall, Carter, and Dark? You bet they've been in my office. An anti-theology explosive from SAPPHIRE? Yup, in my office. I could go on. Ngo: Point taken. Everwood: Actually, I will go on. Consultations are draining my very soul. The moment someone suspects a GoI even so much as farted in the direction of their object, they come to me. Just the other day I had a fucking dowsing rod, you know those useless sticks that supposedly detect water? The fool thought it detected anomalies. And just because the people they confiscated it from were Parawatch users, they brought that up to my office. Ngo: I, err… Everwood: Fucking Parawatch. Those people aren't even on the same side of the veil we are. I had to explain to him that no, they hadn't just magically gained powers and that he had brought a glorified stick into my office. Jeez, Louise. Ngo: I'm sorry. It sounds like you're very stressed out. Everwood: Sorry. It's been a rough few… weeks? Months? Years? Anyway, next question, please. Ngo: You already said you aren't practicing thaumaturgy. So that leaves me out of questions, actually. Everwood: You know, I don't know if this is important at all, but I think I should say it. I just kind of wished that I could have some peace and quiet. And I did have it! For a few hours, anyway. Later I come to find that the hallway my office is in was quarantined and apparently this happened. I feel stupid even saying this out loud, but it's the truth. Ngo: I see. Everwood: Sometimes weird things just happen though, don't they? Ngo: I suppose they do. But you know what? I have an idea that may solve this little problem of yours. Everwood: Do tell. <END LOG> Addendum 6911.02: Following the interview, Dr. Ngo suggested Dr. Everwood take on a research assistant. Researcher Rex Alces was selected by Dr. Everwood, who now oversees a portion of their previously assigned work including consultations and item assessment. SCP-6911 has not manifested since this change. 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SCP-6912

thaumiel

Item#: 6912 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Bodycam image of SCP-6912 on discovery Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6912 is on probation as a Foundation asset. To prevent unpermitted discovery of this project, the entity is not contained at a Foundation site. Instead, its apartment in Edinburgh, UK is fitted with standard monitoring equipment. All items of upper-body clothing belonging to SCP-6912 have been fitted with miniature microphones. The data from all monitoring devices is processed by artificial intelligence construct HEIMDALLR.aic.1 If HEIMDALLR.aic detects suspicious behaviour from SCP-6912 (e.g. sudden unexplained cessation of signals), it will notify Site-93 Director Lauren Haftling, who may use any discretionary method to neutralise the threat. This includes enacting the Cythraul Protocol (see below).2 In the field, SCP-6912 is to be accompanied by its designated Foundation liaison, Agent Alice Falconer, at all times.3 While encouraged to assist SCP-6912 in its work, Agent Falconer's primary duty is to ensure that the entity does not act against the Foundation's interests. In such an event, Agent Falconer is authorised to restrain SCP-6912 by any means up to and including the Cythraul Protocol. To minimise the risk of a security breach, SCP-6912 is forbidden from making direct physical contact with Foundation personnel. Personnel assigned to SCP-6912 must wear gloves (list of approved materials available on request) during working hours to minimise the possibility of accidental contact. If physical contact is made, both SCP-6912 and the contacted individual must be forced to make contact a second time. Both parties may need to be restrained during and after this procedure. The Cythraul Protocol The Cythraul Protocol is to be used only in the event of SCP-6912 becoming an active threat to the Foundation. The Cythraul Protocol is as follows: SCP-6912 is verbally informed that the Protocol has been initiated. If the entity desists from its activity, no further action (besides disciplinary) is taken. The explosive device implanted into the base of SCP-6912's cranium is primed, initiating a 45-second countdown. If the device is not deactivated within this time, it will explode automatically.4 SCP-6912 is warned that the device has been primed and given a final chance to desist. If SCP-6912 continues to threaten the Foundation's interests, the device is triggered, terminating the entity. Description: SCP-6912 is a 1.83m tall Caucasian male in its early thirties, weighing 74kg and answering to the name of Canute Maclaurin. Its passport and driving licence confirm this to be its legal name. When SCP-6912 makes physical contact with a living human, the entity is able to 'switch bodies' voluntarily with said human in what is termed a Morrigan Event.5 During a Morrigan Event, SCP-6912 transfers its consciousness into the body of whomever it is touching, while the 'switchee' (referred to for the duration of the event as SCP-6912-1) has their consciousness forced into the body of SCP-6912. The Event ends the next time SCP-6912 and SCP-6912-1 make direct physical contact. SCP-6912-1 instances often react with shock to Morrigan Events. SCP-6912 has stated that it prefers not to initiate Morrigan Events without at least one assistant, and insists on being physically restrained prior to the Event. This is to ensure that its 'regular body' does not go missing or come to harm whilst controlled by another party. Discovery and Containment History: + Discovery Log and Related Documents - Close Excerpt from SCP-6912's journal 26th October 2021 Guess even I have to catch a break sometimes. There I am, down the Eel's Head, when who should slither up to me but Trevor McCoy. 'Well well, Canute Maclaurin as I live and breathe. How ye doin', you sneaky old bastard!' Trevor's only ever that friendly when he smells money, and Trevor makes his money by ratting out his fellow anomaly. I get the impression Trevor would very much like to sell me some dirt. 'This better be good,' I tell him, sliding fifty quid's worth of good faith in his direction. And it is. I pay Trevor the rest of the money, down my pint and sprint out of the place. Martin Burroughs vanished off the face of the Earth two years ago, pausing only to murder my best friend. Now the bastard's finally felt safe enough to have someone killed. Big mistake. He's shown his hand. No solid evidence to pin it on him, of course, but Trevor's certain Burroughs ordered the hit, and he's never given me a bad tip before. I'll head to the scene tonight to learn what I can. I'm coming for you, Burroughs. The Martin Burroughs mentioned in the above entry had been known to the Foundation since 2019. Below is an abridged reproduction of his Person-of-Interest file: Name: Martin Burroughs (No known aliases) DOB: Unknown (Age estimated in mid-40s) Occupation: Criminal entrepreneur Stance: Hostile Anomalous Involvement(s): Accomplished thaumaturge, specialising in transdimensional manipulation. Weaponises extradimensional beings to build and maintain his criminal empire. Notes: Known to be an enthusiastic reader of disgraced Foundation researcher Howard P. ████████.6 Suspected to have assisted in the instigation of several breach events, in which multiple SCP items were lost, believed stolen. Disappeared in 2019 following discovery by Foundation of his criminal/anomalous activities. Under investigation by Department of Analytics since disappearance. For more information, please contact investigation team lead Alice Falconer. Agent Falconer and her team were aware of the murder mentioned in SCP-6912's journal and were investigating the scene on the night of the 26-7th October 2021. Video Log Transcript Date: 27/10/2021 Time: 03:27 GMT (UTC +00:00) Team Lead: Agent Alice Falconer (Department of Analytics) Team Members: Agent █████ Adams (Department of Analytics) Agent ████████ Berger (Department of Analytics) Agent ████ Gupta (Department of Analytics) Foreword: This recording initially took place in the investigation team's van, en route to the scene of Lee's murder. [BEGIN LOG] Falconer: Bodycams all working? (Affirmative response from team) Brilliant. OK, let's get this briefing over with, and we might just be home in time for breakfast. Berger: (yawning) Couldn't we have done this at the Site? Where there's coffee? Falconer: If we wanted to sit around yawning instead of driving to the first real lead we've had in two years, then yes, we could have done. Now listen up. Falconer: Victim is Stephen Lee, Asian male, mid thirties to early forties, et cetera, et cetera. Seemingly, an entirely unremarkable man. What puts him a cut above your average murder victim is that, according to one of our lads who happened to be undercover in the morgue when they chopped Lee up, he was offed using a certain memetic kill agent that I believe the kids are now calling 'Schizophrenic Mandelbrot'. Adams: The Martin Burroughs birthday card. Berger: Yes, Adams, we've been working on the same case you have. Falconer: You're both quite right but, Adams, please try to focus on not crashing the van, there's a good lad. Anyway, yes. Lee's death fits Burroughs' MO perfectly. If it's cropping up again, this could be our long-awaited break. Ah, we're here. How was that for timing? Adams stops the van outside Lee's house. The team disembarks. Falconer: One last thing: the brain scans confirm this was the single-use version of Schizophrenic Mandelbrot. Meaning whoever finds it gets a beer from me, as opposed to a eulogy. That said, don't go fiddling with anything that looks like it shouldn't be fiddled with. Go in carefully, be the dazzling professionals I know you all are, and we may never have to see each other again. Gupta: Er, ma'am? Falconer: Yes? Gupta: The door, ma'am. It's not locked. Falconer: Nice. Any signs of forced entry? Gupta bends down to inspect the lock, shining his torch inside. Gupta: Affirmative. I'm seeing some irregular-looking scratches on the tumblers. Plus some pretty distinctive residue round the keyhole. Falconer: (into her communicator) Falconer to Site-93. Signs of possible interference with Stephen Lee murder scene. Request backup. Over. Site-93 Control: Roger, Falconer. Backup on its way, ETA twenty minutes. Out. Falconer: Fuck. Berger: We going to wait for them, ma'am? Falconer: Negative. Whoever broke in could still be in there. If we're lucky, they know something we don't. If we're unlucky, they're anomalous. If we're very unlucky, they're so anomalous that— (clears throat) Long story short, we need the advantage of surprise, which we're pouring down the drain the longer we stand around like this. Come on, let’s move. The team enters the house, Agent Falconer in the lead and lighting the way with her hand torch. The ground floor is confirmed to be empty. Team ascends the stairs. All doors are open except one. Falconer opens the door into what appears to have been Lee's study. Standing in front of the desk, with its back to the camera, is a humanoid figure examining something with a torch. Upon hearing the door open, the figure quickly turns its head, revealing it to be SCP-6912. Falconer: Don't move! This is an active crime scene. You are trespassing on government property. SCP-6912: Shit. SCP-6912 vaults onto the desk and attempts to climb out through the window. Berger grabs the entity by the trouser leg. A struggle ensues, during which Berger manages to overpower SCP-6912. With no other means of escape, SCP-6912 grabs Berger's arm and initiates a Morrigan Event. Berger looks up at what was, until recently, her own face and recoils. SCP-6912-1 (Berger): (shouting) Jesus! What the fuck? What the fucking fuck? SCP-6912, now occupying Berger's body, stands up, freeing its original body. It then touches its original body on the arm, ending the Morrigan Event. Berger collapses to the floor in shock, and SCP-6912 makes another run for the window. SCP-6912 is floored by a kick between the shoulder blades from Adams, who keeps the entity pinned to the ground with one foot. In this position, SCP-6912 is unable to make contact with anyone. Falconer: (into her communicator) Cancel that backup, control. (to SCP-6912) You've got some explaining to do. SCP-6912: You first. Falconer: I beg your pardon? SCP-6912: You're wandering around an abandoned house at four AM. That's not something people your age do for the hell of it. You're not the police, or you'd have buggered off with the rest of them. And you can't be Burroughs' goons, or one of us would be dead by now. Same goes for Global Occult Coalition. Hmm. Small group, masquerading as a government authority, yet suspiciously well-armed. (looks up) You're the SCP Foundation. Falconer: Correct. And I'm guessing, following that little display, that you're exactly the sort of person who would get me a much-needed pay bonus if I were to throw in a containment cell. Which, incidentally, is what I plan on doing. SCP-6912: I wouldn't do that if I were you. Falconer: (laughs) If I had a penny for every time I've heard that one. SCP-6912: You're looking for Martin Burroughs, aren't you? Falconer: I'll ask the questions, thanks. SCP-6912: Meaning yes. Look, I'm tracking Burroughs down myself. Falconer: And the best of luck to you. Unfortunately, Euclid-class containment isn't the best place to— SCP-6912: What I'm saying is that it's in your best interests to let me help you find him. Falconer: Ah, of course. Why contain an anomaly when you can offer it a job? Sure, that's the Foundation all over. Would you like a biscuit while we're about it? SCP-6912: OK, I'll do you a favour right now: see that brown envelope on the desk? That's holding the memetic kill agent they used to whack Lee. Gupta: I'll get the fingerprint kit. SCP-6912: Waste of time. Burroughs and his gang don't make mistakes like that. You want to find the man, you're going to need to start asking questions. But where to start? If only you had someone who knew wh— Falconer: That someone being you, I take it. SCP-6912: You catch on fast. Falconer: Wouldn't it make more sense for me just to ask you where to start, then contain you like I'm going to anyway? SCP-6912: All right. So do that. Then enjoy the many hours you'll spend trying to question people who've been told from birth not to talk to you. Want to try it undercover? You know better than anyone that those people can smell Jailer a mile off. All the time you're trying to break them, Burroughs is getting further away. Falconer: How very convenient for you, mister, er… SCP-6912: Maclaurin. Canute Maclaurin. Falconer: Mister Maclaurin, 'take the skip's word for it' has yet to be included in any Foundation policy I'm aware of. I think we'll all find it much easier if you just— SCP-6912: Look, if we work together, we've got my contacts and your muscle. And you've seen what I can do. If we find ourselves somewhere even I can't get into, all I need to do is hijack someone who can. Believe me, Agent… Falconer: Falconer. SCP-6912: Agent Falconer, if you contain me, you're throwing away the best chance you have of catching Burroughs this side of 2023. (pauses) Well? Falconer: Shut up. I'm thinking. (pauses) Gupta, give the skip a frisk. Careful, don't let it touch you. SCP-6912 remains motionless while Gupta searches its clothes. Gupta: Nothing, ma'am. Just some keys and a set of lockpicking tools. Falconer: Any bags? Inside pockets? Anything that could be used to carry large numbers of stolen things out of here? Gupta checks the lining of SCP-6912's coat. Gupta: None. Falconer: (to SCP-6912) Hmm. Well if you are a thief, you're not a great one. SCP-6912: You wound me. Silence. Falconer: All right. I'm satisfied for the moment that you're after the same thing as we are, and that letting you help us would save the Foundation considerable time and expense. That in mind, I'm placing you under mobile containment. We'll lock you in the back of the van and roll you out when you're needed. SCP-6912: Oh, won't my family be proud. Falconer: But let's get this straight. You don't body switch with me or any other Foundation personnel. And if you make me regret this decision, I promise you that containment will be the least of your worries. Is that understood? SCP-6912: Perfectly. Falconer: And you're aware, of course, that as soon as the job's done, you'll be tossed into a containment cell. SCP-6912: It's better than being tossed into one now. Falconer: On your feet, then, Skip. We've got a killer to catch. [END LOG] Post-Containment Debrief Transcript Interviewed: Agent Alice Falconer Interviewer: Dr. ████ Thorne Subject: SCP-6912 Date: 30/10/2021 Time: 08:55 GMT (UTC +00:00) Foreword: This is an extract from Agent Falconer's debrief, conducted following SCP-6912's containment, three days after Falconer's discovery of the entity. [BEGIN LOG] [Extraneous dialogue removed] Thorne: You must have realised that, by enlisting the help of SCP-6912, you were breaking practically every rule in the book. Falconer: Yes. Thorne: So why did you do it? Falconer: The Foundation had been pointlessly sinking money into the Burroughs investigation for two years. We were on the brink of being shut down, and the thought of Burroughs running around free did not exactly fill me with joy. Falconer: So when the skip offered to help, I made a command decision. We were the ones with the power. When was the last time you came out on top in a deal made with a foot on your spine? Thorne: You weren't worried 6912 might have tried to slip away while your back was turned? Or that it had other anomalous abilities it was just waiting to use against you? Falconer: If it had, it'd have used those to try and escape when we first met. And as for giving me the slip while my back was turned, I'd have needed to turn my back for that, which I didn't. Even if it had tried to escape, Adams proved for us that a quick boot to the back would've taken care of things. (pause) Obviously, we were prepared to shoot. [Extraneous dialogue removed] [END LOG] + Documents Concerning SCP-6912's Involvement with the Burroughs Investigation - Close Excerpt from SCP-6912's journal 27th October 2021 Met Trevor at the Eel's Head to ask him about the kill agent from Lee's desk. Agent Falconer insisted on coming too. Gentleman that I am, I let her pay Trevor, who said he knew of four people in the Lothian and Borders area with the know-how to draw up a Schizo Mandel; one's dead, one got contained last April, and one disappeared in 2018 after an accident on a farm near Galashiels.7 That leaves a man they call 'Drencrom.'8 Lives down in Leith and keeps a pretty clean pecker when he's not drawing pictures that make you see God and go mad. Hard to reach, but Trevor, being Trevor, had his address. Only cost Falconer another hundred. Next stop, Leith. Why do I suddenly want to listen to Lust for Life? Post-Containment Debrief Transcript Interviewed: Agent Alice Falconer Interviewer: Dr. ████ Thorne Subject: SCP-6912 Date: 30/10/2021 Time: 08:55 GMT (UTC +00:00) [BEGIN LOG] [Extraneous Dialogue Removed] Thorne: I assume you questioned Drencrom once you knew where to find him? Falconer: I wish it had been that simple. Thorne: How so? Falconer: It was like pulling teeth with a pair of kitchen tongs — unpleasant for all involved and absolutely pointless. Drencrom wouldn't open the door when I knocked, just asked me through the letterbox if the black moon howls. Thorne: I thought that was a Foundation thing. Falconer: Where do you think we got it from? Lots of regional anomalous communities identify their members in similar ways. By the time we find out what the correct answer is, they've usually changed it already, and this time was no exception. Drencrom saw right through me. I forget his exact words, but they boiled down to 'get lost' and some creative threats involving an arc welder and a machete. Thorne: If Drencrom threatened you, you would have been well within your rights to use— Falconer: If I'd wanted to question people that way, Dr. Thorne, I'd have joined the CIA. Thorne: Well, I mean, technically you'd need— Falconer: Can we please just get on with the debrief? I've got enough paperwork on my desk to feed a small nation of woodlice. Thorne: Sorry. Please continue, Agent. Falconer: As I was saying, Drencrom was a dead end. Or so I thought until I remembered we still hadn't played our newest card. Thorne: SCP-6912? Falconer: Got it in one. Thorne: Are you about to tell me you let a potentially hostile anomaly just waltz into Drencrom’s flat? Alone? Falconer: Well, that’s one way of looking at it. Thorne: Agent Falconer, are you clinically insane? Falconer: No, but give it a couple more minutes. (clears throat) Obviously I didn't trust that skip any further than I could throw him. We'd met a matter of hours ago; do you really think I was going to let him sod off on his own without taking a metric fuckton of precautions? Berger and Gupta were covering the front and back doors, Adams was watching the windows and I was waiting on the stairs. And the skip was wearing a wire. If we'd heard anything remotely dodgy, we'd have been in there faster than a Site Director chasing a busy agent’s paperwork. Hint hint. Thorne: And? How did 6912 do? Falconer: Drencrom hit him with the black moon question. The answer, apparently, was 'only when the frozen stars dream.' He let 6912 into his flat, where our skip proceeded to give him a pretty convincing hopeful-young-artist-seeking-mentor spiel, which turned out to be exactly the right call. Thorne: How so? Falconer: Drencrom's got an ego the size of Belgium. As soon as he realised he had an excuse to flex his artistic CV, he was off on one, conveniently revealing that he'd sold a Schizophrenic Mandelbrot the day before. That was when 6912 asked if the buyer had had long red hair. Thorne: Hm? Falconere: My thoughts exactly. I asked the skip back in the van, and he said he'd noticed a long red hair on one of Drencrom's chairs. Drencrom is bald. Thorne: I take it the Sherlock Holmes jokes flowed freely for the next half hour. Falconer: Like a fire hose. A quick check of the local CCTVs confirmed our redhead, and we followed her the length and breadth of Edinburgh. All the way to a post box in Marchmont. Thorne: A post box? Where I’m guessing she— Falconer: —posted poor old Stephen Lee the Schizophrenic Mandelbrot, yes. Nice touch, making sure it was sent from a random post code. Then she went back to Leith. Specifically, to a shady-looking warehouse by the docks. I’m talking 'people outside carrying concealed weapons' kind of shady. According to the check we ran, it was registered to Kingsmount Industries, which wasn't on our list of Martin Burroughs' shell companies, but we figured it couldn't hurt to check. Step one was to arrest Lee's killer. [Extraneous dialogue removed.] [END LOG] Video Log Transcript Date: 28/10/2021 Time: 14:12 GMT (UTC +00:00) Foreword: Prior to this recording, Falconer's team had successfully apprehended the suspect on her way out of the warehouse. The suspect was then restrained in the van, where this exchange took place. Falconer: All right, let's get this show on the road. Here we have our glamorous assistant, a charmer by the name of… I'm sorry, I don't think you introduced yourself. Suspect: What? Falconer: Come on, we haven't got all day. What's your name? Suspect: I don't answer to you. Adams: (pointing a pistol) Want to try that again? Suspect: Jesus! Falconer: Probably not, but what an interesting guess. Suspect: All right, all right. My name's Northwood. Cass Northwood. Falconer: Nice to meet you, Cass. Now, at the risk of sounding cliché, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Easy way gets you a cup of tea and a friendly judge, hard way gets you no tea and a judge whose wife just left him for the tramp who talks to pigeons outside Tesco. SCP-6912: Wait, you know Pete the Pigeon? Suspect: Who the hell are you people? Falconer: I'll ask the questions, if you don't mind. Remember who's wearing the handcuffs here. Suspect nods stiffly. Falconer: Wonderful. Now here's your first question. Do you work in the Leith warehouse registered to Kingsmount Industries? Suspect: Yes. Falconer: Good for you. And what is it you do there? Suspect: Admin assistant. Falconer: What a coincidence. I myself happen to be the Chancellor of Germany. The truth, please. Suspect: What good will that do? My boss'll kill me if I talk, you'll kill me if I don't. Falconer: The key difference being, of course, that your boss has no idea where you are, whereas I have you handcuffed in the back of a van. Remember the cup of tea. Suspect: OK, how's this? I handle the place's finances and clean any money that needs it. I also tie up loose ends, by which I mean kill people. Better? Falconer: Much better, thank you. Now, and I strongly suggest you don't try lying here, is there a password to get in? A handshake, maybe? An interpretive dance? Suspect: No. Guards know everyone by face. Anyone can get a password beaten out of them. Faces not so much. (to SCP-6912) That’s a nasty cough you’ve got there. Falconer: Are you expected there tomorrow? Suspect: Yes. Nine o'clock. Falconer: (to SCP-6912) All right, Skip, it pains me to admit it, but this looks like somewhere you could save us some serious time and effort. Want to do the switch now or closer to the time? SCP-6912: Now's best. Gives me time to get used to the new proportions. Falconer: Right you are. Suspect: Wait, what? Falconer: You'll see soon enough. (adjusting the camera) Ladies, gentlemen and otherwise of the SCP Foundation, you are about to witness the first detailed recording of SCP… whatever they decide to designate it, I've just been calling him Skip… of Skip here demonstrating his remarkable body-switching ability! Tokens of gratitude from any researchers watching this will be accepted by the pint in the staff bar on Friday night. (to SCP-6912) OK, Skip, you're the boss. What do you need holding down? SCP-6912: I'll need you to handcuff me. Falconer: Now there's something I wish I heard from more skips (handcuffs SCP-6912). SCP-6912: Thanks. Now uncuff Northwood. Falconer: Just the one hand. SCP-6912: As long as she can reach me. Falconer removes one of the Suspect's handcuffs. SCP-6912: (to Suspect, sticking out its leg) I'm going to need you to take a deep breath in and hold it. I'll do the same. Once your lungs are completely full, touch my ankle. Suspect: Is this some kind of— Falconer: Just do it. Northwood inhales and reaches out to touch SCP-6912's bare ankle. A Morrigan Event is initiated. SCP-6912: (to Suspect, now SCP-6912-1, coughing) Ugh. Do you smoke? SCP-6912-1 (Suspect): Few a day. (clears throat) Hey, what the hell? SCP-6912: Too long to explain. And please stop smoking. This feels like licking an ashtray. SCP-6912-1 (Suspect): Does this mean I'm… (looks down at its legs) Jesus. Falconer: Still not even close. SCP-6912: (to Falconer) May I have the other cuff off please? Falconer: Oh, but it looks so fetching on you. Fine, take a walk. Don't want you staggering around the warehouse like a newborn giraffe. (uncuffing SCP-6912) OK, team, keep questioning Northwood. I'm off to exercise the skip. SCP-6912: I don't need any help walking, you know. I've been doing it for quite a while. Falconer: Ha. Nice try. SCP-6912: Put me on a lead, why don't you? Falconer: That costs extra. Further questioning of the Suspect confirmed that the warehouse was used primarily as a drug manufacturing and distribution centre. Crucially, it also transpired that the warehouse had become a temporary headquarters for Martin Burroughs since his return from hiding. Exterior photo of the warehouse used as a headquarters used by Martin Burroughs (long white building, centre left) Video Log Transcript Date: 29/10/2021 Time: 08:58 GMT (UTC +00:00) Foreword: The following recording is from a bodycam hidden on the person of SCP-6912, still in the guise of the Suspect. The entity was given an earpiece to receive instructions from Agent Falconer. The main aim of this mission was to verify the Suspect's claim that Martin Burroughs would be in the building. [BEGIN LOG] [Extraneous dialogue removed. SCP-6912 was able to enter the warehouse without issue, and found nothing of suspicion on the ground floor. However, a locked hatch in the far corner (concealed under a trolley and opened with the Suspect's key) was found to lead to an underground drugs lab.] SCP-6912 walks through the lab, stopping at a door at the opposite end of the room. Despite the presence of toxic fumes, the large number of extractor fans in the ceiling negates the need for a respirator. Falconer: (via radio) That should be the door to the main office. Press the buzzer next to it. SCP-6912 does as instructed. An unknown voice is heard from a speaker below the buzzer. Unknown Voice: Who is it? SCP-6912: It's me, you spanner. The door opens, and SCP-6912 steps into what appears to be an airlock. After SCP-6912 has closed the door behind it, an extractor fan in the ceiling switches on. Once the fan has switched off again, the door ahead of SCP-6912 is heard unlocking. SCP-6912 steps into a room resembling an executive office. Sitting at a desk is a figure recognisable as Martin Burroughs. Burroughs: Morning, Cass. SCP-6912 is faintly heard struggling to control its breathing. Falconer: Skip, for God's sake, say something! Burroughs: You right there? SCP-6912: (clears throat) Sorry. Lost my voice. Bit of a cold. Burroughs: Fuck, not you too. I've already got half my admins laid up with Covid. SCP-6912: I took a lateral flow test this morning. It reckoned I was in the clear. Burroughs: Well, keep it that way. The police still think Lee died naturally, and we haven't heard a peep from the Foundation. We keep this up, and we could be onto the next stage of Operation Elvis by the end of next week. SCP-6912: Where are we right now? Burroughs: Cox got back alive from the big coke deal last night, so it looks like the CIA are playing ball. Our people in London say the local gangs have been eating out of our hands since their bossmen came back from the Audient Void with barbed tentacles for arms. All in all, my comeback is coming along nicely… or it would be, if I weren't currently talking to Canute Maclaurin. Burroughs draws a pistol and aims it at SCP-6912. Burroughs: So you can drop the act. Falconer: Shit. Skip, keep him talking. We'll get you out of there. SCP-6912: I… don't think I get the joke. Burroughs: I said, drop it. Oh, Maclaurin, you must think I'm a very simple man. Didn't you think for one moment I'd have someone watching Lee's house? Hate to disappoint you, but I did. Northwood, in fact. Imagine my surprise when she told me that, some time after the police left, she saw someone trying to sneak in for a look-see, wearing a long coat and a big, stupid hat. Sound familiar? SCP-6912: Are you sure you weren't just visited by an eighties goth singer? Burroughs: Not unless Fields of the Nephilim have found a fascinating new sideline. Maclaurin, I don't know how you survived three magazines' worth of nine millimetre rounds all those years ago. I don't know how you got to Northwood. But I do know (cocking the pistol) that I am very much looking forward to finishing what I started. Any last words? Silence. SCP-6912: Martin, you're talking bollocks. Burroughs: Not exactly 'Kiss me, Hardy,' but it'll do. SCP-6912: No, I really mean it. You're talking bollocks. I wasn't at Lee's house on Tuesday night. I went straight back home from here. Burroughs puts the safety catch on the gun and places it back on his desk. Burroughs: Sorry, Cass. I just had to be sure. Got some news last night, you see. Falconer: Phew. Nice work, Skip. SCP-6912: Was it, by any chance, anything to do with Canute Maclaurin? Whoever he may be. Burroughs: One of the Hand's most dangerous bounty hunters. Died in a drive-by just before I went underground. SCP-6912: But you just thought I was— Burroughs: Exactly. Trevor McCoy came by last night. Wanted two grand for some information but settled for five hundred and me not breaking his kneecaps. According to him, Maclaurin is alive and knows about Lee. Fuck knows why he waited 'til last night to tell us, but the fact remains: Maclaurin's out there and out for blood. SCP-6912: Shit. Burroughs: Shit is the word. SCP-6912: I'll get right on this. Don't worry, boss. I'll find this Maclaurin for you. Burroughs: See that you do. I've underestimated him before. Last time I'm making that mistake. SCP-6912 exits the warehouse. It makes its way back to Agent Falconer and her team in the van, pausing and doubling back occasionally to make sure it is not being followed. SCP-6912 knocks on the van's back door. Falconer: (letting SCP-6912 in) Nice acting there, mister 'do we really need to watch her entire day's CCTV footage.' SCP-6912: Very funny. Falconer: Or it would be if Burroughs didn't know we were onto him. That bastard McCoy. SCP-6912: You've got to admire his grind at least. There really is nothing he won't do for the right price. Falconer: Hm. Though Burroughs made a good point. Why didn't he have someone watching the house? SCP-6912: I was wondering the same thing. My guess is he thought Lee was important enough to have iced, but not important enough to merit anything beyond a basic cover-up. Falconer: Burroughs is nothing if not cost-effective. SCP-6912: Hm. I'd like my body back now, if you don't mind. Falconer: Figure you've earned it. All right, take a seat and I'll strap you in. Agent Falconer cuffs both SCP-6912's hands and releases one of SCP-6912-1's cuffs. Falconer: Ride's over, Cass. Give your old body here a tap on the ankle. SCP-6912-1 does as instructed, ending the Morrigan Event. Falconer unlocks SCP-6912's remaining cuff. SCP-6912: (standing up) Agh. My legs have fallen asleep. Did you have me sitting down in here all this time? Falconer: What do you want? A full body workout? SCP-6912: No, just… (laughs) never thought I'd find myself negotiating for the right to feel my own limbs. Falconer: Put it on Twitter. But before I get cancelled, I'd like to introduce you to some friends of mine. [END LOG] Post-Containment Debrief Transcript Interviewed: Agent Alice Falconer Interviewer: Dr. ████ Thorne Subject: SCP-6912 Date: 30/10/2021 Time: 08:55 GMT (UTC +00:00) [BEGIN LOG] [Extraneous Dialogue Removed] Thorne: This was the second time in as many days that you let SCP-6912 off the lead, so to speak. Did it occur to you at any point that you may have been becoming overly reliant on the entity? Falconer: Not really. I'm enormously secure in my masculinity. Thorne: Please, Falconer, you're not the only one with paperwork. Falconer: Of course it did! I also happened to be racing the clock to nail Burroughs before either he went back underground or the Foundation shut down the investigation. If that meant using SCP-6912, so be it. Maybe I acted outside my authority— Thorne: (under his breath) Maybe the Pope is catholic. Falconer: — but we had some pretty powerful leverage over the skip in the form of his regular body. My only moment of doubt was when Burroughs mentioned that 6912 was with the Serpent’s Hand. Thorne: Ah yes. What was that all about? Falconer: I grilled the skip about it in the van. Luckily, Burroughs had made a slight over-simplification. Yes, 6912 is a bounty hunter, and yes, he and his partner did a lot of business with the Hand, but only because they put up the most bounties. Rogue skips and the like. The kind that give the rest of the community a bad name. Thorne: Did this change your view of the entity? Falconer: Not massively. He'd always struck me as a bit of a hard arse. Plus I now understood why he was after Burroughs. Thorne: Big reward? Falconer: No. Well, yes. But mainly because Burroughs killed his partner. Thorne: Oh. [Extraneous dialogue removed.] [END LOG] Following SCP-6912's mission into Burroughs' warehouse, Agent Falconer and the entity rendezvoused with a detachment from Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers"). Using information as to the warehouse's layout gathered by SCP-6912, a raid was planned. SCP-6912's request to take part in the raid was granted, on the condition that its firearm could be remotely disarmed. SCP-6912 agreed, and the raid was conducted that night. Department of Analytics/MTF Pi-1 Raid Video Log Transcript Date: 29/10/2021 Time: 22:05 GMT (UTC +00:00) Team leads: Agent Alice Falconer (Department of Analytics) MTF Pi-1 Captain Quoted personnel: SCP-6192 MTF Pi-1 Lance Corporal Foreword: MTF personnel are anonymised, as per operational protocol. [BEGIN LOG] 22:05 - MTF Pi-1 operatives fire tranquilliser darts at the outside guards, who are handcuffed and dragged into a waiting van. 22:08 - Designated Pi-1 operatives surround the warehouse while the raid party enters. Captain: (through a megaphone) Attention! This building is surrounded. We are armed. You have ninety seconds to surrender. Anyone remaining on this level after ninety seconds will be considered expendable, I repeat, expendable. 22:10 - The workers exit without resistance. They are handcuffed and contained. Captain: OK, people, that was the easy bit. Expect the ones in the lab to be made of sterner stuff. Respirators on, weapons ready. 22:12 - The raid team finds the hatch to the laboratory, and opens it with the key confiscated from the Suspect. Pi-1 Captain repeats his warning to the lab workers. 22:15 - After ninety seconds, no workers have emerged from the hatch. Captain: Didn't expect much else. (to Falconer) You and your team should leave this to us, ma'am. We'll signal you when it's clear to make the arrest. Falconer: Roger. We'll check for stragglers up here. Good luck. Captain: Copy that. Fire in the hole! 22:16 - Pi-1 Captain throws a 'flash-bang' grenade down the hatch. Captain: Hit 'em while they're reeling! 22:16 - Pi-1 operatives descend the hatch and open fire. A gunfight ensues. 22:21 - Gunfire sounds cease. Captain: (to Falconer, via helmet mic) Lab's clear, ma'am. Watch your step down here. We tried not to break too much glassware in the fight, but there's some nasty-looking chemicals mixing on the floor. 22:21 - Falconer, followed by SCP-6912 and the rest of her team, enters the laboratory and approaches the door to Burroughs' office. She sounds the buzzer. Falconer: Martin Burroughs, you're under arrest. Make this easy for yourself. Come out unarmed, with your hands in the air. Silence. SCP-6912: You don’t suppose he’s— Falconer: Shit. Captain, get that door open. Captain: ██████, get over here. Pi-1 Lance Corporal approaches with a battering ram, with which she breaks down the door. She does the same to the door on the other side of the airlock, leading into Burroughs' office. It is empty. SCP-6912: No. No. Fuck, no. Falconer: Stay calm. If he’s sneaked out, the perimeter guards will have caught him. Captain: Not if he had another way out. Falconer: Then wouldn’t we have seen it on the skip’s video? Captain: Not necessarily. Falconer: A secret passage? Possible. Lance Corporal: Speaking of which, sir, ma'am… Pi-1 Lance Corporal is seen to have moved a bookcase to one side, revealing a hidden ascending staircase. Silence. SCP-6912: Fuck. Captain: Don't just stand there! After him! Falconer, SCP-6912 and Pi-1 Captain and Lance Corporal run up the stairs, which lead to a ladder descending from a hatch in the ceiling. The hatch itself leads to an empty shed. Falconer opens the shed's door, revealing it to lie on the waterfront, several hundred metres from the warehouse. There is no sign of Burroughs. SCP-6912: So… fucking… close. Falconer: Hey, chin up, Skip. Burroughs can't run forever. We'll find him. Revenge a dish best served cold. SCP-6912: No. We've spooked him. He comes out of hiding after two years, only for the Foundation to bring an entire MTF down on him a couple of days later? (laughs bitterly) No, he'll be gone for good this time. Any chance we had of catching him died the second that bookcase slipped our notice. SCP-6912 walks to the waterfront, sits down and bows its head. The entity makes no sound, but a faint, regular sound of drops striking a large body of water can be heard. SCP-6912: Wait. Can you hear that? Falconer and Pi-1 operatives move over to the waterfront. The sound of an outboard motor can faintly be heard in the distance. SCP-6912: Captain, I need your binoculars. Noir hands his binoculars to SCP-6912, which raises them to its eyes. SCP-6912: There! Two o'clock! It's Burroughs. He's got a speedboat. SCP-6912 thrusts the binoculars back to Noir and jumps down into a moored rigid inflatable boat (RIB), which it begins to untie. Falconer: The things I do to earn a living. Falconer follows SCP-6912 into the RIB. Falconer: (to Pi-1 operatives) You two get the others and find your own boats. This thing's barely got room for two, and I have a feeling we'll need the backup. Pi-1 Captain starts issuing orders through his helmet mic. Falconer: (to SCP-6912, hot-wiring the RIB's outboard motor) Ever driven one of these things? SCP-6912: No. Falconer: Hope you're a fast learner, then. Go on, get in front of that tiller. I need a clear shot at his outboard motor. SCP-6912: I can do the shooting. Falconer: (engaging the safety catch on SCP-6912's weapon) Don't even try it, Skip. SCP-6912: Fine. Hold on to something. SCP-6912 engages the outboard motor and sets off at high speed. Falconer: I take it back; I love my job! Falconer kneels down in the bow, weapon aimed and resting on the boat's hull. Outside the harbour, the water is rough. The camera is frequently obscured by sea spray. Martin Burroughs' vessel is just about visible with the aid of the RIB's headlight. SCP-6912: (shouting over the combined noise of the vessel and the water) We're gaining on him. Falconer: Keep it that way. And prepare to kill the headlight. SCP-6912: What? Falconer: I said— A pistol shot is heard, followed by a bullet whistling past Falconer. SCP-6912 and Falconer: Shit! SCP-6912 switches off the RIB's headlight. More shots are heard. SCP-6912: He's seen us. Falconer: Astute observation, Mr. Holmes! SCP-6912's response is cut short by the RIB's hull tipping to one side. SCP-6912 steers over just in time to dodge a vast tentacle shooting out of the water, following in the boat's wake. SCP-6912: Forgot Burroughs was a Lovecraft nerd. Falconer: Takes more than a racist hentai monster to get between me and a homicidal drug lord. Falconer discharges a spray of bullets into the tentacle. It shivers and falls back into the water. SCP-6912: Got any more where that came from? Falconer: One more clip. SCP-6912: Well, it's been nice knowing you. Look. More tentacles are seen rising out of the water, surrounding the RIB for several metres in all directions and forcing it to slow down. Falconer: Oh. Got any tricks up your sleeve? SCP-6912: I was kind of hoping you would. Falconer: Ah well, we had a good… wait. That's it. Steer between the tentacles for about… fifty metres should do it. SCP-6912: Easier said than— (dodging an attack from a tentacle) OK, OK. Hang on tight. Falconer: Punch it, Chewie! SCP-6912 grips the tiller and accelerates. Falconer fires short bursts at any tentacles that approach too near, clearing a temporary path for the RIB. SCP-6912: Falconer! Behind you! Falconer turns to see a tentacle bearing down on her from behind. SCP-6912 tries to accelerate, but another tentacle has wrapped itself around the entity’s arm. The first tentacle wraps itself around Falconer's ankle. Just before it can pull her overboard, however, the boat is rocked by a massive shockwave. All tentacles spasm, go limp and fall back into the water. SCP-6912: What in the hell was that? Falconer: High explosive. Gocks9 hide them on the seabed near coastal settlements to keep wandering underwater anomalies away from civilisation. SCP-6912: How did you know we'd find one here? Falconer: Pattern extrapolation, educated guesswork and a healthy dash of luck. SCP-6912: I… can't come up with anything sarcastic for that. That was downright impressive. Falconer: Thank you. Now full steam ahead! Preferably without crashing into any elder gods. SCP-6912: (accelerating) I wouldn't worry about them. They won't have appreciated Burroughs getting one of their lot blown up. Shouldn't be doing him any more favours any time soon. Falconer: Fantastic! So all we need to worry about is good old-fashioned bullets. God, this is almost like being a normal detective again. Falconer and SCP-6912 continue to pursue Burroughs. Their RIB has the advantage of speed over his vessel, and Burroughs' head start is quickly closed. As the RIB approaches, Burroughs slows down and opens fire with a pistol. Falconer responds with a shot to Burroughs' outboard motor. His speed is reduced, but the shot fails to stop his vessel. Falconer attempts another shot, but her magazine is empty. Falconer: Skip! Throw me your gun! A shot from Burroughs punctures the RIB's hull. The vessel starts to deflate rapidly. SCP-6912: No time. Brace yourself, Falconer. SCP-6912, struggling to control the RIB, brings it up beside Burroughs' vessel. Before Burroughs can adjust his aim, Falconer jumps into the speedboat, tackling Burroughs to the ground and knocking the weapon out of his hand. SCP-6912 follows, just as the RIB starts to stall and begins sinking. It brings the speedboat to a stop while Falconer handcuffs Burroughs. Falconer: Martin Burroughs. You have no rights, but I'd still prefer you to remain silent. SCP-6912: You're a hard man to find, Burroughs. Burroughs: Canute Maclaurin. Of course you're mixed up in this. SCP-6912: Surprise, motherfucker. Burroughs: Surprised to see you in bed with the Foundation. Where's your anomalous pride? SCP-6912: Pride? Did you feel a proud little glow every time another junkie overdosed on your Gespenstamine, Burroughs?10 Were you proud when you murdered my best friend? Burroughs: You want me to answer that? SCP-6912: No. I want to hear you beg. Falconer: Skip… SCP-6912: I could string your death out for years, and it wouldn't pay for half your crimes. But I don't plan on letting that stop me. Falconer: I can't let you do this. SCP-6912: I don't expect you to. SCP-6912 moves to knock Agent Falconer unconscious, but she catches the punch and pulls the entity into a hold. SCP-6912 attempts to initiate a Morrigan Event, but cannot move far enough to make direct contact with Falconer. Falconer: Big mistake. SCP-6912: Let me go. Burroughs deserves to die. You don't. Falconer: (tightening her hold on SCP-6912, which winces in pain) Maclaurin, consider it a privilege that we're having this conversation at all. One false move and I will see to it that you never see daylight again. SCP-6912 is silent. Falconer: Now listen to me. Burroughs is the Foundation's prisoner. As long as there's anything to be learned from him, our duty is to secure, contain and, yes, protect him. I'm sorry, but that’s the way it is. SCP-6912: That scum killed the greatest man I've ever known. Gunned him down like a dog, then drove off whistling. Have you ever had to play dead under your best friend's body? If I leave Burroughs alive, Vince Harrison and hundreds of others will have died for nothing. Falconer: Oh, get some perspective, will you? You think you're the only one here who's seen friends killed? God, I don't get paid enough for this. Look, like it or not, Burroughs is worth a hell of a lot more to us alive than dead. SCP-6912: Reward's the same either way. Falconer: For the love of fuck, Maclaurin, snap out of your Strontium Dog fantasy for just one moment. There are bigger things at stake here than your vendetta. Killing Burroughs takes everyone back to square one. Contain him and we've got a hold over whoever fills his shoes. Think of all the lives that'll save. (pauses, loosening her hold slightly) Don't make the same mistake I did, Skip. Ask yourself who you're really doing this for. Silence. SCP-6912: (barely audibly) Oh god. Falconer: It's OK. SCP-6912: It isn't. Falconer: No. But it will be. SCP-6912: Vince— Falconer: —is dead, Maclaurin. But he can be the last. SCP-6912: You're right. Falconer: It's been known to happen. Silence. SCP-6912: Falconer, I'm in quite a lot of pain. Falconer: I know. SCP-6912: No, I mean your knee is really digging into my shoulder blade. Falconer: Sorry. Falconer releases SCP-6912, which sits up. SCP-6912: Thanks. Falconer: No worries. It was getting pretty uncomfortable for me too. SCP-6912: For everything. Falconer: Oh. I see. (holding out her hand) My pleasure, Maclaurin. Falconer and SCP-6912 shake hands. [END LOG] By this point, MTF Pi-1 had caught up with Agent Falconer and SCP-6912 in a commandeered tugboat. Burroughs' damaged vessel was towed back to land, where Falconer, SCP-6912 and Burroughs were escorted to Site-93. + Record of Debate Regarding SCP-6912's Thaumiel Status - Close Audio Log Transcript Date: 09/11/2021 Time: 12:15 GMT (UTC +00:00) Foreword: This meeting took place between Site Director Lauren Haftling, Agent Alice Falconer and SCP-6912 in Dir. Haftling's office, at the request of Agent Falconer. Prior to this meeting, SCP-6912 had spent 11 days in Euclid-class containment. Haftling: Agent Falconer. Good to see you. Please, sit down. And you, SCP-6912. Chairs are heard scraping against the floor. Haftling: Now, Agent, I'm curious. Last I checked, my office wasn't in the Euclid wing. So what's our friend doing here? Falconer: You've read the file on him? Haftling: Yes. Falconer: Then you know what he does. Haftling: Body-switcher. Not the first we've had. Falconer: And, as you'll have seen in my debrief, SCP-6912 played an invaluable role in catching Burroughs. Several times during the investigation, he was able to obtain information that would have been impossible for a non-anomalous agent to find. Haftling: Very impressive. Still doesn't answer my question. Falconer: What I'm saying is that SCP-6912 would be wasted in a cell. In my professional opinion, we'd be doing ourselves a favour if we employed him instead of containing him. Haftling: Falconer, you surprise me. Of all my agents, I really didn't think I'd be having this year's 'we-don't-use-anomalies-for-our-own-ends' conversation with you. Falconer: I— Haftling: I know you're making this argument in good faith, but this isn't the Chaos Insurgency. We don't utilise anomalies. Falconer: Then maybe it's time we started. Most of the people I question in my job can smell Foundation a mile off, and slam down their defences when they do. SCP-6912 is part of their world. He doesn't have that issue. 6912 can find out about a Chaos Insurgency plot, foil it and be home in time for tea before the Foundation has got its boots on. SCP-6912 is heard whispering in Falconer's ear. Falconer: Ah yes, tell Director Haftling what we discussed. SCP-6912: Here's how I see it, Director. You'd be mad to set someone with my abilities free, and just as mad not to take me up on my offer. So here's what I suggest: let me work for you, but implant a miniature bomb into my skull. Don't pretend you don't have the technology or the budget to do that. If I screw up, all you'll need to clean up my mess is a mop. Haftling: You would be willing to spend the rest of your life wired to explode in exchange for a job at the Foundation? SCP-6912: Frankly, Director, it's better than the alternative. If it meant keeping my freedom, I would clean the Site toilets with a toothbrush and use it. Haftling: Exactly. If that's how you see the Foundation, giving you a job would be shooting ourselves in the foot with a howitzer. SCP-6912: I prefer to think of it more as a case of poacher turned gamekeeper. Not even that, in fact. I'll be doing the same job as before, just under new management. Haftling: And you're not even slightly worried about how this might affect your standing in the anomalous community? SCP-6912: Who says they have to know? And besides, I've had my own views of the Foundation rejigged pretty hard lately. Turns out you're neither a Gestapo nor an oubliette. If my friends can't accept that, then maybe it's time I got some better ones. Falconer: Director, I can vouch for SCP-6912. OK, he can be headstrong, vengeful, a complete pain in the arse— Haftling: You're really selling this, Falconer. Falconer: —but if you can earn his trust, you couldn't ask for a fiercer or more loyal friend. The Foundation could seriously do with a friend like SCP-6912. Haftling: That was a lovely speech, Agent. Falconer: Thank you. I practised it in the lift. Haftling: A speech in which you used the word 'friend' twice in as many sentences. I'm sorry, but you've clearly become too involved in this matter for your arguments to remain objective. You've known SCP-6912 for two weeks, and you're suggesting that we flip two centuries of Foundation protocol on its head for the sake of this… this runner-up in an Andrew Eldritch lookalike contest. Falconer: Director, do you really think I'd have survived long enough to make senior agent without learning to trust the right people? You get a pretty good sense of a person when you've speedboat-chased a gangster through kraken-infested waters with them. Haftling: There is that, I suppose. Falconer: I'm doing this for the Foundation, not the skip. Don't forget, Director, you still owe me a favour for that [DATA CORRUPTED]. Well I'm calling it in. Take 6912's case to the Ethics Committee, hell, take it to the O5 Council. If you get rejected, fine; SCP-6912 goes in a Euclid box, case closed. Silence. Haftling: You really think SCP-6912 could be an asset? Falconer: I'd stake my career on it. Haftling: And you've taken a memetic contamination test? Falconer: Soon as I got in this morning. I'm clean. Haftling: Did SCP-6912 bribe or intimidate you into making this argument? Falconer: Bribe? I wish. And intimidate me? Come on, I've met root vegetables scarier than 6912. Silence. Haftling: All right. SCP-6912, you'll be escorted back to your cell. Agent Falconer… just go somewhere that isn't here. I have a phone call to make. Chairs are heard scraping against the floor. Haftling: Oh, and Falconer. Falconer: Yes? Haftling: Good work closing the Burroughs case. I think you'll find the Foundation's gratitude reflected in your new rank and salary. Falconer: Thank you, Director. [END LOG] A complete record of the Ethics Committee's various discussions regarding SCP-6912 is stored separately at the Committee's headquarters. To: Site-93 Director Lauren Haftling, Agent Alice Falconer and 3 others From: Dr. ████ ████, Ethics Committee Date: 19/11/2021 Subject: SCP-6912 Attachments: 6912_updated_scps.docx Important: This communication is Level 5/6912 classified. Do not copy or share any part of this email or its attachment. Failure to comply will result in severe disciplinary action. Dear all, Following an Ethics Committee vote, SCP-6912 is offered Thaumiel status. The conditions of this offer are set out in the attachment. Should SCP-6912 accept the offer, these conditions will be included in the entity's special containment procedures. If SCP-6912 accepts, it is to report to Dir. Haftling, who will provide it with its employment contract and the pay it is owed for its assistance in containing SCP-████ (formerly Martin Burroughs). All recipients of this email will receive Level 5/6912 need-to-know clearance so they may continue to work with the entity. A copy of this email will be added to SCP-6912's file. Regards, Dr. ████ ████, Ethics Committee Addendum #1, 20/11/2021: + Access Audio Transcript - Close Audio Log Transcript Date: 20/11/2021 Time: 15:27 GMT (UTC +00:00) Subject: SCP-6912 Foreword: This exchange was recorded in the Eel's Head pub via SCP-6912's clothing microphone. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6912 is heard sitting down. Unknown Voice: Maclaurin! You… you're… SCP-6912: Alive? It's looking that way, isn't it? The unknown individual is heard attempting to get up, but is presumably restrained by SCP-6912. SCP-6912: Trevor! What's the hurry? Sit down, have a beer. McCoy: Maclaurin, you have to believe me. I didn't want to spill the beans to Burroughs. His thugs beat it out of me, I didn't— SCP-6912: Trevor McCoy, as any rat will tell you: when you're in a hole, stop digging. I heard everything from Burroughs himself. You sold me downriver. McCoy: Please, Maclaurin, I— SCP-6912: And not just that. You hedged your bets by waiting before ratting me out, so that in the unlikely event of my survival, you'd be able to claim you'd given me a head start and had been rooting for me all along. McCoy: Maclaurin, I had no idea— SCP-6912: That I'd team up with the Foundation? Gotta be honest with you, neither did I. Pretty crazy, isn't it? But then, it's been a pretty crazy few weeks. Maybe that's why I'm letting you live. McCoy: Please, I— what? SCP-6912: You heard me. You're a slimy, lowdown rat, who'd sell his family organ by organ if it covered his Rodents Weekly subscription. And that's what makes you my best informer. Now pull yourself together. It's been a dry month and my landlord's just bought a baseball bat. SCP-6912 is heard taking a drink. SCP-6912: So what you got for me? [Extraneous dialogue removed] SCP-6912 is heard leaving the pub. A few paces outside, its footsteps cease abruptly. A sound of slow applause can be heard. Falconer: Bravo, Skip. SCP-6912: Agent Falconer? Falconer: At your service. SCP-6912: What the hell are you doing here? Falconer: Well, if what just happened was your final exam, that would make me the invigilator. Don’t worry, you passed with flying colours. SCP-6912: Great. What did I pass? Falconer: (chuckles) Long story short, Haftling and I wanted to make sure you could be relied on to behave yourself, bomb or no bomb. We guessed you'd want to get even with McCoy and decided to roll with that. If you'd looked like you were going to do anything to him, I'd have come in, beaten you senseless and dragged you back to Site-93. SCP-6912: So Trevor was in on this too? Falconer: Come on, Maclaurin, even we've got some standards. No, we needed his reactions to be genuine. SCP-6912: What happens now, then? Falconer: Well, first of all, I'm giving you this nice shiny fake ID. It identifies you as a regular agent of the Foundation, so Site security shouldn't give you any trouble. Then you're taking a trip to the med bay. Your bomb idea is a pretty key factor in your revised containment procedures. SCP-6912: But you just said— Falconer: Just because you've passed this test doesn't mean you're off the hook. You're still getting that bomb fitted. Then, once you're good and recovered, you're going to do what you do best: catch bad skips. SCP-6912: Lovely. Do I get a certificate? Falconer: Sadly not, but you do get me as your designated liaison agent. Basically a normal partner who happens to be able to blow your head off if you screw up. Which includes playing bad music in the car, by the way. SCP-6912: That last bit could be tricky. You like Meat Loaf? Falconer: Love him. You know, my old boss had to investigate him back in '77. SCP-6912: Wait, seriously? Falconer: Yeah. Him and Jim Steinman. Some Site Director heard Bat Out Of Hell and didn't reckon you could make music that good without some degree of anomalous fuckery. SCP-6912: You're pulling my leg. Falconer: Nope. Honest to God. SCP-6912: Come on. Falconer: Cross my heart. Silence. Then Falconer bursts out laughing. Falconer: I got you there for a moment, didn't I? SCP-6912: You f… all right, maybe a moment. Falconer continues laughing. SCP-6912: So this is my life now. Falconer: Damn right it is. Come on, Maclaurin. I don’t know about you, but I could murder a pint of Tennent's. SCP-6912: I think, Falconer, you're speaking my language. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6912" by DefenestratedLager, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6912. Licensed under CC-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: cmaclaurin.jpg Name: The Real McCoy Author: Jerzy Kociatkiewicz License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Additional Notes: Edited by me, ResearcherThorne Filename: leith.jpg Name: Leith Docks Author: John Lord License: CC-BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Footnotes 1. After the all-seeing sentinel god of Norse mythology. 2. From the old Welsh word for 'Devil' or 'opposer'. 3. If Agent Falconer is unavailable, another agent is to be granted temporary Level 5/6912 clearance, assigned to SCP-6912 and amnesticised as soon as their assignment is complete. 4. This is a failsafe to allow for false alarms, and to ensure successful completion of the Cythraul Protocol in the event of its initiator becoming incapacitated. 5. After the Mórrígan, the shapeshifting warrior goddess of Irish mythology. 6. Terminated in 1937 after being discovered to have leaked over 60 incident reports disguised as short fiction. 7. Presumably the June 2018 'Sheep for the Sheep God' Incident. 8. Presumably after the eponymous drug in Anthony Burgess' 1962 novel A Clockwork Orange, synonymous with adrenochrome. 9. Foundation slang for Global Occult Coalition (GOC) operatives. 10. An anomalous narcotic which temporarily transports its users into an alternate reality, accompanied by a sensation of intense euphoria.

SCP-6913

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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6913 must be held in human hands at all times. Medical treatment is to be made immediately available to all subjects currently holding SCP-6913. Security is advised to keep subjects holding SCP-6913 semi-isolated, within the confines of their duties. All able-bodied personnel at Site-19 must be on a daily rotating roster for holding SCP-6913. If the subject holding SCP-6913 is incapacitated such that they cannot hold onto the object, the nearest member of staff must seize the object as soon as possible. This takes precedence over emergencies, even including securing medical aid for the subject previously holding SCP-6913. Testing with SCP-6913 is encouraged, as long as the object is being held in human hands. Utilization of SCP-6913 as a drinking vessel is approved. Description: SCP-6913 is a hyper-probability class anomaly in the form of a coffee mug. On the surface of the mug the words “MISTACHES! MESSTAKES! MISTEAKS!!” are printed. Any individual who holds the anomaly will experience such a high probability of accidental death, grievous bodily harm, or social ostracization due to embarrassment that such events are 99.99% likely to occur once within a twenty-four-hour period. If the object is not held by human hands for longer than three hundred and sixty seconds, a CK-Class “end of the world” scenario will be triggered that will lead to the extinction of the human race. Addendum 6913-1: The following are a series of tests performed with SCP-6913. Test-6913-01: D-1758 is to hold SCP-6913 for a period of no less than twenty-four hours. Observations: Subject holds the object for three hours, forty-five minutes while in their cell before event occurs. At exactly 12:00, during the scheduled lunch period for D-class, D-1758 drops their tray of food then steps in the mashed potatoes resulting in a fall. In the process of the fall, the plastic tray upends, and the edge collides with subject’s throat. A sixteen-centimeter wound opens, severing the aortic artery. Results of test: Death by exsanguination. Test-6913-07: Researcher Baker of the Memetics Department is to hold SCP-6913 for a period of no less than twenty-four hours. Observations: Seven hours into the test, subject is sitting at her desk in Memetics Lab A, Site-19. The subject noticeably shivers and wraps her arms around herself.1 In the process of wrapping her arms around herself, subject drops SCP-6913. Subject bends down to pick up the object, bracing one hand on the desk as she reaches to retrieve the anomaly. Her fingers on the bracing hand brush the keyboard, initiating a Site-wide email alert, sending the contents of subject’s browsing history and several files. Results of test: Researcher Baker was mandated no less than six visits with a security-cleared on-Site psychologist, with an assessment of fitness for duty at the close of the sixth session. The recipients of Researcher Baker’s email were offered optional amnestics. Test-6913-11: D-2563 is to hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours. In hopes of avoiding further injury, subject is dressed in bomb disposal padded armor and housed within a padded cell lacking any sharp corners or edges. Observations: At fourteen hours, subject requests adhesive tape so that she can affix the cup to her hand while she rests. The tape is transferred to subject through a padded drop box. Subject begins wrapping tape around her hand holding SCP-6913. Lacking cutting instruments, subject bends to tear the tape with her teeth and in so doing, slips. SCP-6913, still held in her hand, impacts subject on the bridge of her nose. Subject falls to the floor of the cell from impact, and in flailing, strikes herself in the mouth with SCP-6913. Results of test: D-2563 broke three teeth, her nose and right occipital orbit requiring three hours of surgery. Research Strategy Meeting Personnel Present: Researcher Janice Werther, Dr. Gwendoline Xiao2 Foreword: Werther and Xiao are observing during Test-6913-17, which involved a D-class performing cleaning activities while holding SCP-6913 to gauge its effect on coordination while using tools. Werther: See, I think this might be the secret, if the subject is limited to simple menial work the risk is a lot less active. Xiao: Correct me if I’m wrong, but has a single day gone by since this anomaly was contained where someone wasn’t maimed, killed, or horribly embarrassed? Werther: Well… no. Xiao: Then what is the purpose of these tests? Shouldn’t we be trying to limit the potential for heinous injury and leave it at that? Werther: If someone needs to be holding it all the time anyway, we may as well study the way the anomaly works, right? Xiao: Actually, I was reviewing the file and… why does someone need to hold it all the time? Werther: Are you joking? Xiao: No, seriously, why not just put it in a box somewhere? Werther: Because the world would end and all of humanity would die horrible deaths. Xiao: Would it? Where are you getting that? Werther: Just look at it, Gwen! [Xiao bends and looks closely at the display monitor, using the controls to zoom in on the D-class personnel’s hand holding SCP-6913.] [The D-Class starts whistling and swaying with the mop he is holding, pretending like it is a microphone stand as he begins to sing “All Along The Watchtower” by Bob Dylan. The D-Class drops SCP-6913, it bounces off the floor, and he scrambles after it in a frantic fashion. Finally, the D-Class is able to secure the anomaly and he collapses, breathing hard.] [Xiao watches the entire scene on the monitor and then backs away, shaking visibly.] Xiao: I had no idea. Werther: You see now why we have to take this threat so seriously? Xiao: I do. You’ll have the full support of my recommendation to the Committee. Addendum 6913-2: Continued testing records. Test-6913-21: Dr. Senguko, head of the Biological Containment lab is to hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours. Observations: Despite intending to spend the testing period away from his duties, subject is called to the lab for a mandatory containment confirmation upon transfer of a sample of SCP-610 biological material.3 At approximately fourteen hundred hours, subject confirms the delivery is in order and unlocks the containment module for the sample. Unbeknownst to subject, preliminary input keystrokes to engage retinal scan unlocks the emergency evacuation shunt within the module. When the sample is stored and the module locked, the material is evacuated from the module but instead of being redirected to the biological incinerator as programmed, the sample is rerouted to the fire-retardant systems in the lab which subsequently triggered, coating the occupants and infecting them with SCP-610. Results of test: Biological Containment Lab Beta was put under immediate quarantine. Mobile Task Force Psi-9 ("Abyss Gazers") was called in to neutralize the six individuals infected by SCP-610. Our thoughts and prayers go out to their loved ones. Test-6913-23: Carlos Delcroix, security personnel at Site-19, is to hold SCP-6913 for at least twenty-four hours. Observations: Subject successfully retains SCP-6913 for twenty-three hours and forty-eight minutes before event occurs. Subject walks towards the containment area to hand off the object to the next subject when containment breach alarms begin to sound. Subject turns a corner at full sprint and almost runs into SCP-173 free of its containment area. In his surprise, subject drops the mug but maintains eye contact with the statue. Subject carefully crouches to pick up SCP-6913, never breaking eye contact with SCP-173 then begins to walk backwards until his back is against a breach shelter door. Subject frantically bangs on the door. The following audio was recorded by security cameras in the hall: Delcroix: Holy shit, lemme in! [Intercom buzzes.] Agent Wilkins: Delcroix is that you? The hell are you doing out during a breach. Delcroix: Fucking cursed mug! Wilkins: Oh shit, you have SCP-6913 today? I don’t know man. That thing is dangerous. Delcroix: The fucking statue is out here now let me the fuck in! [Indecipherable dialogue is heard through the intercom.] Delcroix: Jesus Christ man, hurry up! Wilkins: Alright, alright. Just don’t take your eyes off it. Delcroix: What do you think I’m doing?! [The door to the shelter is opened and subject backs into the room before the door shuts again. Faint dialogue can still be heard through the intercom which was left in transmission mode.] Wilkins: [Laughter] Did you shit your pants? Results of test: Inconclusive Test-6913-26: Dr. Alto Clef will hold SCP-6913 for no less than twenty-four hours. Observations: Subject took possession of SCP-6913 before immediately exclaiming the following: Clef: Like fuck I’m going to hold onto your cursed mug! The O5s can eat my entire ass if they think this is my job. My. Entire. Ass. Unbeknownst to subject, Director Moose was observing the test and had an open line of communication with O5-2 for a status update. Results of test: Dr. Clef was mandated a sixth annual consecutive sensitivity and professionalism training session. An official reprimand was entered into his personnel file and his name added to the Keter Duty official roster. Addendum 6913-3: Within six months of initial containment, forty-five personnel were dead, disfigured, or medically disabled due to incidents occurring while holding SCP-6913. Concerned about the financial and personnel costs, Dr. Werther held a symposium and invited experts on alternative containment from throughout the Foundation. It was at this symposium that Werther met Dr. Harold Blank from Site-43. Dr. Blank made a series of suggestions that led to the following updates to the Containment Procedures: UPDATE 21-11-21: SCP-6913 is to be contained at Site-43, in the sole custody of Dr. William W. Wettle, who will maintain containment on his person at all times.4 Footnotes 1. Internal records reflect that the environmental controls began malfunctioning and lowered the temperature of the lab to 10 degrees Celsius. 2. Ethics Committee Representative for Site-19. 3. Subject’s retinal scan was required for the alpha priority containment procedures. 4. He’s barely noticed a difference – Dr. Blank ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6913" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6913. Licensed under CC-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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