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SCP-6501

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 close Info X SCP-6501 — Held Back Written by Jack Waltz and MoreMuffins Thank you to NebulousStar, Aftokrator, AvocadoMilk, DodoDevil, Fish^12 and Machen2 (a double thanks for the absolutely fabulous image) for looking at this draft we whipped up in a few days. Check out Jack and Muffins' author pages! Item#: SCP-6501 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo An image of SCP-6501 taken during the day using an ectographic camera. Special Containment Procedures: The cemetery in which SCP-6501 is located must be closed for visitation between 12 and 6 AM daily. Guards are to patrol the perimeter at this time to prevent unauthorised entry into the cemetery. Description: SCP-6501 is a luminescent humanoid spectral entity resembling and identified as the late Martin Woods. It is located at the Redwood public cemetery, AL, USA, above the grave of Martin Woods who had died on October 01 2009 following a traffic accident. SCP-6501 is unable to traverse or move away from the grave; a preliminary analysis conducted by the Department of Spectral Phenomena has determined that SCP-6501's existence may be associated with it being tethered to Martin's corpse after death. Efforts to exhume the body and attempts to sever this link have not been initiated due to the possibility of accidentally neutralizing the entity. SCP-6501 is only visible at approximately 2:50 AM to 3:10 AM daily and enters a comatose state at all other times. There has only been one known instance where SCP-6501 became fully conscious during the day (see Addendum 6501.2). Addendum 6501.1:⠀Discovery and Interviews SCP-6501's ectoplasm signature was first detected roughly a day after the burial of Martin Woods during routine patrols in the region to detect and contain anomalies with haste. Ectoplasm detectors indicated the presence of a Class II Spectral Entity.The entity is likely sentient and/or sapient but still poses little threat to living individuals due to its lack of malevolence and limited ability to interact with the physical environment. Their existence is mainly dependant on external forces but may also be the result of a negative emotional state. in the area and its location was swiftly determined. MTF Mu-13 ("Ghostbusters"),.A task force under the command of the Department of Spectral Phenomena. They specialise in the containment of spectral, incorporeal, and intangible entities in the field. equipped with ectovision devices, was sent to investigate and attempt to interact with the detected entity. Their attempt was met with groans and lethargic comments from SCP-6501. Containment proceeded soon after. At 01:14 AM the following day, ectographical cameras set up to observe the entity indicated sudden activity. It was also visible without the use of ectographical equipment. Junior Researcher Nora Reeds was dispatched to interview the entity, and has henceforth been put in charge of this duty. Interviewee: SCP-6501 Interviewer: Dr Nora Reeds <BEGIN LOG> Dr Reeds: Good morning, it seems you're awake. I'd like you to recall your name for me, if you were previously… alive and remember. Is it by any chance Martin Woods? SCP-6501: Yes, That's me. Dr Reeds: [nods] Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? [SCP-6501 subtly glows a little brighter.] SCP-6501: I don't mind, no. Dr Reeds: Great! Are you aware of how you got [gestures towards SCP-6501], like this? SCP-6501: I think… I died. Several days ago. Dr Reeds: Yes, I see. So, how're you feeling? Is there anything you're currently going through, anything you could describe? SCP-6501: I feel like I'm weighed down. Stuck here. I should have left, but I seem to remain. Dr Reeds: Hm… I've heard that you've never been seen moving from that spot. Is there any reason why you're stuck there? SCP-6501: I can't move. It's just too straining, too tiring. It's as if an anchor has chained me down. Holding me here like this. [SCP-6501 looks down and gets dimmer.] Dr Reeds: Is it something you believe to be out of your control, or… SCP-6501: I'm not sure which it is, but it's always taxing when I try. I just… can't move… [As it reaches 03:09 AM SCP-6501 gradually became translucent until it was eventually invisible.] <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> Dr Reeds: Hello again, Martin. SCP-6501: Good morning, er, you haven't told me your name. Dr Reeds: Ah, yes. It's Nora Reeds, you can call me Nora. SCP-6501: Greetings, Nora. Dr Reeds: [lightly chuckles] I have some more questions for you, do you mind today? SCP-6501: No, it's fine. You don't have to ask me. It's nice to talk to someone. Dr Reeds: Well that's great! Alright, tell me a bit about what your life was like before your death. Was there anything notable about it? Anything you regret or look back to often? Or do you believe there's someone who doesn't like you? Enough to try and maybe curse you? SCP-6501: I had a family… My beautiful little girl Ares and my… and Krista. Dr Reeds: I know it's a bit of a touchy subject… but from what I gathered, you're divorced. Would you mind telling me why? Once again, I apologise for bringing this personal matter up. SCP-6501: I messed up. Badly… alcohol, y'know? She left… and that only made it worse for me. I miss her. If I could go back and change things I would. I really would. Now the love of my life has grown to hate me… I'll never see my daughter grow up, and that's no one's fault but my own. Dr Reeds: And that's what you regret most, yes? [SCP-6501 stays silent. It grows slightly dimmer.] Dr. Reeds: I'm very sorry, Martin. SCP-6501: It isn't your fault, you shouldn't stress about it. Do you have any more questions? Dr Reeds: Uhm… only a couple more. Are you aware of any others in the same predicament as you? SCP-6501: No, not really. I hope no one is… Hell, here I am. I can't be the only one, right? Dr Reeds: And, you are not. Oh yes, it's almost time… I have to make this qui— SCP-6501: Will I always be like this? Will, will I ever be… released from this, y'know? Dr Reeds: Of course you'll be. Sooner or later, everything ends, even if you'll die twice. SCP-6501: Well that's not really comforting, eh? [chuckles] Dr Reeds: Oh, I forgot to mention, your wife and daughter came to visit you. SCP-6501: What? Dr Reeds: They came to visit you yesterday morning. I'm assuming you weren't awake then? SCP-6501: They… they came to see me? Dr Reeds: I guess they still do care about you. [SCP-6501 remains silent for several seconds.] Dr Reeds: Are you alright, Martin? SCP-6501: I just… need a moment. [SCP-6501 vanishes as it reaches 03:05 AM] <END LOG> Addendum 6501.2:⠀Notable Incident Following this interview, SCP-6501 appeared to be in a constant hypnagogic.Hypnagogia is the experience of the transitional state from wakefulness to sleep. state of consciousness, as indicated with ectoplasmic cognition scans, despite the detrimental effects it could have on its wellbeing. On the next day, SCP-6501 was observed to be fully conscious outside of the expected time period. At the time Krista and Ares Woods were visiting Martin Wood's grave. Due to this unexpected incident, a proposal to alter SCP-6501's object class to Euclid is currently pending approval by the Department of Spectral Phenomena. An ectographic camera installed nearby for monitoring purposes captured the following video footage which has been transcribed into a log below. <BEGIN LOG, 10/04/2009 01:43 PM> [Krista Woods and Ares Woods approach the location of SCP-6501.] SCP-6501: Krista… is that? Krista: Hello… Martin. SCP-6501: I'm so happy to see you again. [Krista sits and places flowers below SCP-6501.] Krista: I miss you, Martin, I really do. It's been hard without you… SCP-6501: I've missed you too. I wish I could move from this spot, and, and hug you… Krista: Ever since you left I've started doing what you told me, I'm going back to college… I hope I can make you proud. SCP-6501: Really? You did? I… I'm so proud! Congratulations! [SCP-6501 stretches out towards Krista but can not reach her.] SCP-6501: Ah… I can't reach you… Krista: Ah, Ares, would you like to show daddy what you made? Ares: I made a flower crown for you, daddy! You love them, don't you? [Ares places a crown of yellow flowers on the grave below SCP-6501.] SCP-6501 Oh my goodness! It's beautiful, sweetie! [SCP-6501 attempts to grab the crown but is unable to.] SCP-6501: Oh… W-well it looks great darling! I know it'll be great when I wear it too. Thank you so much! [Krista begins to cry.] Krista: It's been hard without you, honey. But we're both trying our best. [Roughly a minute of silence.] SCP-6501: Krista… I'm really sorry… For everything. I didn't want it to be like this, and I should have done something about it… about us. I know it may be too late but… can you forgive me? [Silence.] SCP-6501: Krista? [Silence.] SCP-6501: Krista? Ares? [SCP-6501 attempts to touch Ares but fails.] SCP-6501: Why can't I touch you? Can you see me? [Silence.] SCP-6501: No… no no this can't be right… this is just a joke, right? You two can see me… right? [Krista stands up while wiping her eyes.] Krista: Alright… let's go, Ares. You have to be strong for daddy, he named you Ares after all. [smiles] Ares: Yes mommy. [Krista hugs Ares and kisses her forehead.] SCP-6501: No no no… Please no. [Krista and Ares begin walking away.] SCP-6501: No please… please come back. Please don't go. Krista… Ares, please no. SCP-6501: Please don't leave me… Not again… Please… [SCP-6501 kneels and covers its face with its hands. It is visibly sobbing as its body grows dimmer.] <END LOG> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6501" by Jack Waltz and MoreMuffins, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6501. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnote 3 cites the first sentence from the Wikipedia article about hypnagogia. License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnagogia Filename: ghost-man-rgb-split-(2).jpg Author: Machen2, MyStockPhotos, che License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Name: Old Man Standing on Edge Author: MyStockPhotos License: Public Domain Source Link: CC Search Name: File:Pohori na sumave hrbitov.jpg Author: che License: CC BY-SA 2.5 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons

SCP-6502

thaumiel

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} body.print-body #main-content::before, body.print-body #main-content::after { display: none; } } Item#: SCP-6502 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Harwick Cemetery. Photo taken before Foundation acquisition. Special Containment Procedures: To maximize available space, persons interred within the grounds of SCP-6502 must be alive at the time of their burial. New interments must be approved by the lead researcher assigned to the project (currently Dr. Robert Campbell). Communications and listening devices have been installed throughout the first several feet of SCP-6502’s topsoil. Staff should maintain regular communication with interred subjects until such a time as subjects’ physiology no longer allows for it. Subjects have proven more cooperative if informed that the Foundation is seeking a way to free them from SCP-6502, but is unable to do so at present; this story should be maintained by all staff when speaking to the interred. Standard measures are permitted to ensure the comfort of buried subjects. However, as long-term comfort is unlikely to be achieved, unreasonable expenses will be denied by the Office of Procurement. Description: SCP-6502 is Harwick Cemetery, located in Waverly Falls, MA. For unknown reasons, humans buried alive within the cemetery are unable to die. While subjects’ bodies undergo the typical decomposition process, their mental faculties and higher intelligence remain intact even past the point of total bodily decay as long as they are interred. This effect applies only to those buried alive: corpses buried in the cemetery show no further signs of life. Additionally, the anomaly only impacts those buried in traditional coffins and fully covered over with at least six feet of natural soil from the cemetery grounds. Attempts to construct subterranean facilities benefitting from SCP-6502’s preservation effects have failed, as have attempts to preserve subjects via interment in above-ground mausoleums. Since 2009, the Foundation has used Harwick Cemetery as a medical facility for the preservation of high-value staff and prisoners. There are currently 46 individuals interred alive within the anomaly’s grounds, including 31 former Foundation staff members, 9 members of other Groups of Interest, and 6 civilians found buried within the cemetery prior to Foundation acquisition. Discovery: The Foundation contained SCP-6502 after reports of unexplained sounds and vibrations drew an agent’s attention in 1994. Multiple individuals affected by the anomaly were later discovered, the oldest of whom had been buried in a family plot since 18 April 1951. Further investigation found that an unlicensed coroner had been practicing in the nearby city of Waverly Falls since the early 1950s, resulting in several inadvertent live burials throughout the 20th century. Addendum: Sample case Foreword: Dr. Ava Bradley, a Foundation memeticist and expert containment specialist, was stricken with a lethal infohazardous infection on 9 September 2018. As Dr. Bradley’s death would break containment protocols for multiple high-risk objects, her body was interred within SCP-6502. Interactions between Foundation staff and Dr. Bradley, now designated SCP-6502-46, are logged below for educational purposes. 9 Sept 2018, 19:31 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Campbell: Dr. Bradley? Can you hear me? SCP-6502-46: …Robert? Dr. Campbell: Yes, that’s right. How do you feel? SCP-6502-46: I… Where am I? Dr. Campbell: You’re being held in a specialized medical facility until we can find a treatment for your condition. SCP-6502-46: What kind of facility? Dr. Campbell: Don’t worry about that. Everything is going to— SCP-6502-46: Robert, where am I? What have you done? Why can’t I move my body at all? Dr. Campbell: Ava, please listen to me. It’s better if you don’t worry about this for the time being. We have a staff of researchers working round the clock to fix— SCP-6502-46: Robert Campbell, I am your superior and you WILL tell me where I am. Dr. Campbell: You’re in a safe place. That’s all I can say for now. SCP-6502-46: This is Harwick, isn’t it. [Pause.] SCP-6502-46: Oh God. Dr. Campbell: It’s only a temporary measure. SCP-6502-46: Get me out of here, Robert. Get me out of this box. Please, you have to get me out. Dr. Campbell: Ava, we’re doing everything we can. As soon as we can make sure you’ll survive, we’ll have you dug up and— SCP-6502-46: You won’t find a cure. We both know it. I worked for 12 years on it and everything failed. [Pause.] Dr. Campbell: I’m sorry, Ava. SCP-6502-46 (shouting): Get me out! SCP-6502-46: Please! SCP-6502-46: Please, please… I can’t move, I can’t… [Conversation ends. SCP-6502-46 can be heard sobbing quietly from within SCP-6502.] [END LOG] Afterword: SCP-6502-46 talked to itself intermittently for a period of seven hours after this interaction, interspersed with further pleas for release. At the direction of site command, Dr. Campbell did not reply. 14 Sept 2018, 11:02 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6502-46: [REDACTED]. I know you want answers, Robert. You’ve always been curious, I’ve seen your search logs. SCP-6502-46: I can tell you everything. Just get me out. Dr. Campbell: We’re working on figuring out how to protect you, Ava. You have to bear with us. We’ve been over this. SCP-6502-46: Bullshit! Bull fucking shit, you overbearing, weak little— [Pause.] SCP-6502-46: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. SCP-6502-46: I’ve always admired you, Robert. You’re dedicated. Compassionate. We need more people like you. SCP-6502-46: Please, just let me go. I know you want to help me. [Pause.] SCP-6502-46: Anything you want! Fucking anything, you hear me? I’ll promote you, I’ll recommend you to the O5s, I’ll give you full access to [REDACTED]. SCP-6502-46: Please! [Pause.] SCP-6502-46: Help me. [END LOG] 20 September 2018, 22:20 [BEGIN LOG] [Subterranean microphones capture repeated clawing and scratching noises from SCP-6502-46’s coffin. SCP-6502-46 moans softly.] SCP-6502-46: Please! Anyone! SCP-6502-46: My hands… My hands… [Scratching continues for several more hours, then falls silent. It does not resume again.] [END LOG] 28 September 2018, 03:50 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6502-46: When I was a kid we took vacations to the seaside every summer. I remember the beach there vividly. It was near Portland, about an hour south. The city was sunny and the air was clean, with just a smidgeon of a bite to it even in July. We'd spend hours outdoors. Nothing but the water and the sky and the sand, on and on forever. SCP-6502-46: Once, on one of those trips, I swam out much deeper than I was supposed to go. There was just darkness all around me, and my feet couldn't touch. I screamed for help and my dad heard me from the shore. He swam so fast all the way out to me. I snuggled up into his arms while he carried me back. SCP-6502-46: That night my mom made bulgogi and rice and the perfect fried eggs, with oyster sauce and fresh bok choy. It's been my favorite ever since. Tastes like home. [Pause.] SCP-6502-46: I don’t remember what breathing feels like. [END LOG] 9 February 2019, 07:16 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Campbell: Dr. Bradley? Dr. Campbell: Ava, we need to talk to you about one of your projects. Can you hear me? SCP-6502-46: David?1 Dr. Campbell: Ava, it’s Robert Campbell. David isn’t here now. SCP-6502-46: David, please, it’s so dark… Dr. Campbell: Ava, I need to talk to you about [REDACTED]. SCP-6502-46: I can’t see. Dr. Campbell: Please try to focus. SCP-6502-46: David? SCP-6502-46: I can’t think, I can’t feel anything… SCP-6502-46: Where am I? [Dr. Campbell is advised to wait for a more lucid interaction with SCP-6502-46. The conversation is terminated.] SCP-6502-46: Who’s there? SCP-6502-46: David, are you still there? SCP-6502-46: I can’t see you, I can’t… SCP-6502-46: I can’t see. [END LOG] 12 May 2019, 01:16 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6502-46: The coffin is collapsing. [Pause.] SCP-6502-46: Bugs. [SCP-6502-46 cries continuously for the next 36 hours.] [END LOG] More From This Author More From This Author bigslothonmyface's Works SCPs SCP-7002 • SCP-8002 • SCP-8430 • SCP-7340 • SCP-6002 • SCP-6622 • SCP-6250 • Tales/GoI Formats Other bigslothonmyface's author page • Footnotes 1. Dr. David Bradley, SCP-6502-46's husband of 23 years. Deceased as of 11 June 2002. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6502" by bigslothonmyface, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6502. Licensed under CC-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: Harwick.jpeg Author: ritingon License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/64304130@N00/2569840898

SCP-6503

esoteric-class

 close Info X SCP-6503: Summus Pontifex Legitimus A.K.A The Catholic Mecha Author: Kilerpoyo ⚠️ Content warning: Satiric portrayal of the Catholic Church. ⚠️ content warning The following documentation refers to an anomaly currently contained jointly between the Foundation and the Horizon Initiative. Modifications have been made to the usual terminology for compatibility with Horizon Initiative AGS documentation. For more information, read the attached brief. Brief on AGS. - Close Brief Horizon Initiative Documentation By disposition of Ordinis Occulti Luminis, the Catholic branch of the Horizon Initiative has implemented the Anomaliae Genus Systemaa (AGS), based on the Anomaly Classification System used by the Foundation. AGS aims to bring traditional terminology employed by Ordinis Occulti Luminis into a modern framework suitable for analysis and taxonomy. The system is meant to be compatible with Foundation records while still befitting Horizon Initiative's purposes. The Anomaliae Genus Talea (AGT) constitutes the AGS version of the Anomaly Classification Bar. Linguistic considerations: Ecclesiastical Latin is used in AGS for the anomaly categories as well as the file segments. Numerical considerations: Roman numerals are used in the AGT for the anomaly item designation as well as the clearance level and the class enumeration. Decimal numerals are used in the body of the file, including mentions of the anomaly item number. However, anomaly subitems are indicated with Roman numerals. E.g.: SCP-0000-III. File structure: Auto de fé: This terminology is a remnant of the Hispanic Inquisition judiciary process, its original meaning referring to a ritual of penance and cleansing of sin. In AGS it is equivalent to Foundation's Containment Procedures. Corpus: Meaning "body" in Latin. Equivalent to Foundation's Description. Inventionis Iniuriarum: Equivalent to Discover Log. Recuperatio Iniuriarum: Equivalent to Recovery Log. Interrogatio Recordum: Interview Log. Video Recordum: Video Log. Inscriptio Communicationis: Written communication. Anomaliae Genus Talea (AGT): _ - Secretum Gradu / Clearance LevelClose LVL I: Liberum: Equivalent to Unrestricted. Available to all members of the Horizon Initiative and Foundation alike. LVL II: Secreta: Equivalent to Restricted. Potentially available to all Horizon Initiative and Foundation members upon request. LVL III: Secreta Sacra: Equivalent to Confidential. Foundation access follows the usual Confidential clearance protocol. For the Horizon Initiative, only members of the Catholic branch can request access. LVL IV: Secreta Arcanum: Equivalent to Secret. Only available to site and Foundation Administrative staff, high ranking members of Horizon Initiative Catholic branch, and the Ecclesiastical Government. LVL V: Secreta Secretorum: Equivalent to Top Secret. Only available to the highest Foundation Administrative Staff, members of Ordinis Occulti Luminis, the Sacred College of Cardinals, and the Pope. LVL VI: Secreta Cosmica: Equivalent to Cosmic Top Secret. Only available to Ordinis Occulti and the Pope. LVL VII: Secreta Theologicum: No Foundation equivalent. Only available to God upon request. _ - Continentiam Classis / Containment ClassClose Segura: Equivalent to Safe. Eucharistica: Equivalent to Euclid. Kyrie: Equivalent to Keter. Nihil: Equivalent to Neutralized. Indecisa: Equivalent to Pending. Illuminatum: Equivalent to Explained. Esoterica: Equivalent to Esoteric. _ - Secundarium Classis / Secondary ClassClose Exterminatus: Equivalent to Decommissioned. Saeculari: The anomaly does not represent any contradiction to Catholic Doctrine. Haeresis: The anomaly does present a contradiction to Catholic Doctrine. Blasphemia: The anomaly is a menace to the Catholic Church. Canon: The anomaly should not be contained since it IS Catholic Doctrine. E.g.: Transubstantiation. Theodicaea: The anomaly is from divine origin. E.g.: The Shroud of Turin and the Spear of Longinus. Nietzschean: The anomaly could destroy God if not contained. E.g. Homosexuality.. The Foundation has been exhorting the Horizon Initiative to remove homosexuality from their anomaly catalog. Homosexuality is perfectly explainable under modern scientific consensus and there is no evidence it constitutes a threat to any theological entity. However, the Horizon Initiative insists on maintaining this classification, despite opposition from the majority of the anomalous community, including the Foundation, the GOC, and the Manna Charitable Foundation. _ - Perturbatio Classis / Disruption ClassClose Oscura: Equivalent to Dark. Parvus: Equivalent to Vlam. Ifrit: Equivalent to Keneq.. Adopted from the Horizon Iniviative Islamic Branch. Sol: Equivalent to Ekhi. Jihad: Equivalent to Amida.. Adopted from the Horizon Iniviative Islamic Branch. _ - Periculum Classis / Risk ClassClose Animadverto: Equivalent to Notice. Cautela: Equivalent to Caution. Admonitio: Equivalent to Warning. Vehemens: Equivalent to Danger. Terribilis: Equivalent to Critical. ITEM#: VIDIII LVL:III SECRETA SACRA CONTINENTIAM CLASSIS: eucharistica SECUNDARIUM CLASSIS: blasphemia PERTURBATIO: praetorian PERICULUM: cautela 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 Auto de fé: SCP-6503 is to be contained in Site-77, where no working personnel belongs to the Catholic Faith. SCP-6503 is to be kept inside a standard reinforced storage container at the center of a 10 x 10 meters squared cell. Under no circumstances should a member of the Catholic Faith be allowed within a 5-meter radius of SCP-6503. At least two armed non-Catholic security personnel should always be guarding SCP-6503. Any Catholic individual that has been in proximity closer than 10 meters of SCP-6503 should be given immediate amnestic treatment and kept in observation for a period of two weeks. If despite treatment they still present signs of being affected by SCP-6503, they should be kept under Foundation's detention with maximum security for human-level threats within a Foundation Site other than Site-77. SCP-6503-II is currently being contained by the Catholic branch of the Horizon Initiative.. GOI dedicated to the protection of the Abrahamic Faiths against the anomalous. The Catholic branch is led by the Ordinis Occulti Luminis. Due to possible information compromise in case of an SCP-6503 containment breach, it was deemed necessary for the Foundation to not be aware of any information regarding the location and containment procedures of SCP-6503-II. Corpus: SCP-6503 refers to the skeletal remains of an unidentified male dressed in renaissance period ecclesiastic garments and adorned with intricate jewelry made of gold and various precious stones. Archeological assessment of SCP-6503 indicates the clothing and ornaments to date back to the 16th century, while the skeletal remains are older, estimated dating back to the 3rd century. The Archeology Department has hypothesized SCP-6503 to be one of the "Catacomb Saints".Skeletal remains of ancient Christians exhumed from catacombs, exuberantly decorated, and worshiped as relics of saints during a period from the 16th to the 18th century. SCP-6503 upon discovery SCP-6503's anomalous effect triggers when a member of the Catholic Faith is within a radius of 5 meters from it. Around 1 in 10 Catholics will become convinced that SCP-6503 is the legitimate Pope and that the current sitting Pope is a usurper. Regardless of previous religiosity, they will become increasingly devout to the Catholic Faith and to SCP-6503. A tendency to employ unnecessary, grammatically incorrect, and often non-sequitur Latin phrases. Foundation linguists have identified this speaking pattern as a macaronic Latin-vernacular deviation from traditional Latin, commonly known as Dog Latin. in their speech has also been observed. They will also display a desire to help SCP-6503 in reclaiming the Holy See in Rome, even expressing intent to harm the current Pope. To this date, there have been no records of aggressions against the Pope related to SCP-6503. In addition, SCP-6503 affected individuals will become obsessed with reuniting SCP-6503 with SCP-6503-II. The only known method to prevent SCP-6503's influence over a susceptible individual is immediate amnestic treatment after exposure. Failing this treatment, SCP-6503's effect is presumed to be permanent. Due to fanatic behavior displayed by influenced individuals and the high risk posed by an SCP-6503's containment breach, the Ethics Committee is considering whether termination should be an option if first-line amnestic treatment fails. SCP-6503-II is a 4-meter tall mechanical construct, resembling a suit of 16th-century Italian armor, albeit with distorted proportions and a constitution more robust than that of a regular humanoid. Its exterior is composed of an unidentified golden metal of remarkable durability. This durability is likely anomalous in nature; since SCP-6503-II is capable of withstanding modern heavy fire and artillery without suffering apparent damage. Internally, it possesses a complex clockwork mechanism allowing it to move. This mechanism does not require an external power source in order to function. SCP-6503-II is armed with several weapons; including both medieval bladed and blunt weaponry as well as anachronistic ones such as Gatling-type guns, flame throwers, and rocket launchers. The Horizon Initiative is currently investigating SCP-6503-II's advanced weaponry, evidence pointing it to be anomalous in nature. Footage of SCP-6503-II SCP-6503-II is not capable of autonomous behavior, instead, it possesses a hatch to a compartment. It will remain completely dormant until SCP-6503 is placed inside of it. The Horizon Initiative has reported it will not activate with any other material, pending further testing. Individuals under SCP-6503's influence will try to place SCP-6503 in SCP-6503-II. This will, in turn, give SCP-6503 control over SCP-6503-II. When inside SCP-6503-II, SCP-6503 is capable of vocal communication through unknown means. Interrogatio Recordum Interviewed: D-7176 Interviewer: Dr. Chakrabarti Foreword: D-MCIII is a Roman Catholic recently exposed to the effects of SCP-6503. Foundation linguists are currently studying the deviant speech patterns exhibited by individuals under SCP-6503's influence. These particular speech patterns are believed to be a type of Latin-vernacular macaronic dialect. Several grammatical inconsistencies and other deviations from traditional Latin have been identified. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Chakrabarti: Greetings, D-7176, what can you tell me about SCP-6503? D-7176: Greetings Brother, with God's Blessing, what would you like to know about the Santo Padre? Dr. Chakrabarti: Are you referring to SCP-6503? D-7176: Of course, who else would I mean? That usurper desecrating the Sancta Sedes.Holy See.? Dr. Chakrabarti: What do you know about SCP-6503? D-7176: He is the Pope. Pontifex Maximus. Episcopus Romanus.Bishop of Rome.… Summus Pontifex Ecclesiae Catholicae… Dr. Chakrabarti: I see… Do you know anything about its origins? D-7176: He was appointed by God to be the successor of Saint Peter. He came here to reclaim his throne and deliver us from Infernum. Dr. Chakrabarti: Can you elaborate? D-7176: He is from a place very much like here but closer to God. He was a Holy Man, tasked with observing us: our customs, our historia, our art, and our tales. In some sense, he was a scholar very much like you, doctor. But one day he realized we were alone and afraid and very hungry for God's Love. That is the revelatio he got after understanding the End of Nova Genesi Evangelii.. "The New Genesis of the Gospel." Foundation historians have not yet identified any relevant religious text matching this title. Dr. Chakrabarti: What is this "Nova Genesi Evangelii"? D-7176:: It is a cult classic. To him, it was a cry for help. It was clear our Ecclesia. Church had failed us. But it was until he learned about our devotion to God Imperator from the Bellum Malleo,. "Hammer of War". The exact meaning of this phrase is still not yet understood. It has been theorized it could be referring to a yet unknown anomalous weapon, though alternative interpretations such as an epic poem or a warrior's creed have been proposed. that he understood God had chosen him to free us from the usurper and his haeresis. Heresy . Deus Vult. God wills it. Opus Dei.. Work of God. Dr. Chakrabarti: "Bellum Malleo"? D-7176: 40k.. There is controversy around the interpretation of this answer. The letter "k" is commonly used as an abbreviation for the prefix "kilo", derived from the Greek word χίλιοι (chilioi), meaning "thousand". However, this interpretation enters in conflict with a posterior declaration from the interviewed. Dr. Chakrabarti: Right… but how can he observe us? D-7176: Spiritus Sanctus. The Holy Ghost. is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be contranatura. It can, for example, open a door to the anima of true believers. Through this door, he can speak to us; but he can also hear what we hear and see what we see. Dr. Chakrabarti: So is it a form of telepathy? D-7176: Oh no, we don't use that language. Dr. Chakrabarti: What? Telepathy? D-7176: Greek. Dr. Chakrabarti: Okay… just tell me more about the place he is from. D-7176: I have spoken everything I know. Now I have to Carpe Diem.. Seize the day. Note the incompatibility between grammatical forms. Dr. Chakrabarti: And what about the "usurper"? D-7176: He is blaspheming against God every minute he claims to be the Pope. He has to be removed. Dr. Chakrabarti: Removed by force? D-7176: There will be no peace for the wicked. Ave Maria Deus Vult! Dr. Chakrabarti: Do you intend to kill the Pope? D-7176: The fictus one must go. However, it is not my place to do it. Only the verum Pope should deliver Dies Irae.. The Day of Wrath. I must help the legitimate Pope reunite with the Aureum Evangelium.. Golden Gospel. Dr. Chakrabarti: Is the "Aureum Evangelium" the object classified as SCP-6503-II? D-7176: The true Pope must drive the Aureum Evangelium… or Sancta Maria. Holy Mary. will have to do it again… At this point D-7176 falls to his knees and starts praying. No further questions were answered. [END LOG] Closing Statement: D-7176 is currently being detained in Site-25. Dr. Chakrabarti concluded that D-7176 maintains a coherent belief system surrounding SCP-6503 while showing no apparent signs of psychosis. Dr. Basirski from the Linguistics Department noted that D-7176's speech patterns are reminiscent of a monolingual individual trying to incorporate an unfamiliar language into their normal speech.. "Like some kid who just learned Nihongo and is trying to pepper in as much Japanese as possible in their phrases" [sic]. Inventionis Iniuriarum: SCP-6503 and SCP-6503-II were discovered during an archeological excavation in a catacomb near Benevento, Italy. They were located within meters of each other, in a previously uncharted chamber. Upon discovery, members of the archeological team came under the influence of SCP-6503. They placed SCP-6503 into SCP-6503-II, activating it. SCP-6503 emerged from the excavation site, causing considerable damage to historical architecture, and began marching towards Rome. It was reported by survivors and confirmed by video evidence that SCP-6503 was shouting several phrases in a form of Latin,. Its speech pattern shares a similar deviation from traditional Latin to that observed in affected individuals. whose entire significance has still yet to be determined by Foundation researchers. Video Recordum NOTE: Around the time of the SCP-6503 activation, a film production crew was recording a documentary about the recently discovered Benevento Catacombs. They managed to capture the beginning of the SCP-6503 rampage. The video record was later confiscated by Foundation personnel in the aftermath of the event. [BEGIN LOG] 00:03:04 The crew is conducting an interview with the lead archeologist at the site. A small Romanesque church can be seen in the background. 00:03:12 Suddenly an explosive sound can be heard and the church begins crumbling down. 00:03:18 SCP-6503 emerges from the ruins. The film crew and the archeologist react in confusion. 00:03:34 SCP-6503 is heard shouting "Ego Summus Pontifex legitimus, canis femina!". I'm the legitimate Pope, female dogs! and begins shooting two Gattling guns in the air. 00:03:56 SCP-6503 begins walking slowly. The camera follows as it shouts "Sic semper tyrannis, mater irrumator!",. Thus always to tyrants, mother disrespecter! followed by "Alea iacta est, critical damnum!". The dice are cast, critical damage! 00:04:22 SCP-6503 adopts a fetal position and starts sobbing: "In robot non questus, pater!". I'm not getting in the robot, father! 00:05:31 SCP-6503 stops sobbing and stands up. It starts reciting: "Odi meipsum. Sed fortasse me ipsum amare potui. Forsitan vita mea plus valeat. SIC!. Non sum plus aut minus quam meipsum. Ego me! Me vis esse! Volo exsistere in hoc mundo permanere! Vita mea hic bene vivendo valet!". I hate myself. But, maybe, maybe I could love myself. Maybe, my life can have a greater value. That's right!. I am no more or less than myself. I am me! I want to be myself! I want to continue existing in this world! My life is worth living here! 00:06:55 SCP-6503 begins to clap while repeating "Gratulationes! Gratulationes!". Congratulations! Congratulations! for around ten minutes 00:15:49 SCP-6503 activates a flamethrower and points it randomly, yelling "Haereticum combure! Interfice abominationem! Expurgate immundos!". Burn the Heretic! Kill the Freak! Purge the Unclean! 00:17:11 SCP-6503 encounters another Romanesque structure and screams "Reaedificationes non sunt canon".. The Rebuilds are not canon. Subsequently, it shoots a rocket to the structure, destroying it. At this point, the recording ends. [END LOG] Recuperatio Iniuriarum: Upon being informed of the SCP-6503 rampage, the Horizon Initiative activated Protocol Gladius Petri, designed to protect the Pope from anomalous threats. His Holiness ████████ ███ was secured in a bunker, while the Horizon Initiative deployed the full strength of Project Malleus. Horizon Initiative’s combat forces. against SCP-6503, as well as the combined forces of the Swiss Guard, the Sovereign Military Order of Malta, the Italian Army and Airforce, as well as the Carabinieri. Italian Airforce planes bombarded SCP-6503, while ground forces mounted a fortified perimeter around Benevento to stop SCP-6503 from reaching Rome. However, both aerial bombardment and ground military fire proved ineffective against SCP-6503 due to its high resistance to damage. Video Recordum NOTE: The Horizon Initiative requested Foundation assistance. During an emergency meeting, the O5 Council approved the use of an experimental Compact Kinetic Energy Missile. Hypersonic anti-armor guided long dart penetrator. Instead of an explosive round, it relies on the kinetic energy of a hypersonically accelerated flechette-like, high-sectional density projectile. against SCP-6503. The following video is a transmission from the Horizon Initiative frontlines to their headquarters. It was shared with the Foundation for research purposes. [BEGIN LOG] 00:00:03 A squad of Swiss Guards and Knights of Malta waits entrenched. At the distance, several destroyed tanks and combat vehicles can be seen. 00:00:14 The leader of the squad, who ports an insignia from Project Malleus, shouts: "We are warriors of the Faith. We are the last line of defense. There is a Wolf at the Gate and we will defend the Church till our last breath". 00:00:20 The soldiers begin cheering: "For the Pope! For Mother Mary! For the Holy Church!" 00:00:33 SCP-6503 enters the scene. It is still far away but walks slowly towards the trenches. 00:00:36 One of the soldiers exclaims: "Is that a fucking mecha?" 00:00:45 The Italian Airforce fires several missiles to SCP-6503. There's a big explosion and smoke covers the field. 00:00:51 SCP-6503 emerges from the smoke. It shows no apparent damage. 00:01:02 "It did nothing…" says a Swiss Guard and starts praying the Ave Maria. 00:01:13 As SCP-6503 keeps approaching, its voice begins to be heard: it is humming the melody from Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi.. The opening and closing movement of Carl Orff's cantata Carmina Burana. 00:01:21 SCP-6503 stops walking and a rocket launcher emerges from its back, pointing to the trenches' direction. The soldiers take cover. 00:01:22 A 10-meter metallic dart falls from the sky at tremendous speed and pins SCP-6503's left arm to the ground. It is the Foundation's kinetic bombardment. 00:01:23 SCP-6503 exclaims "In nominee…". In the name of… More darts keep falling and pin SCP-6503's other arm and legs. 00:01:27 SCP-6503 is unsuccessfully trying to break free while shouting: "Dampnata simias! Paganus asini!". Dammed monkeys! Pagan donkeys! 00:01:41 A Foundation helicopter has arrived and is hovering over SCP-6503. 00:01:46 SCP-6503 tries shooting a rocket at the helicopter, but it can't aim properly due to its position. The shot misses. 00:01:49 Members of MTF Nu-7 deploy ropes and start descending from the helicopters. 00:01:52 SCP-6503 is heard shouting "Scis quis ego sum? Legitimus Papa sum, canis femina! Hoc mihi non potes facere! Deus elegit me! Ego sum Gladius Petri!". Do you know who I am? I'm the legitimate Pope, female dog! You can't do this to me! God chose me! I am the Sword of Peter! 00:01:54 Nu-7 agents manage to open SCP-6503-II's hatch and remove SCP-6503. SCP-6503-II deactivates. [END LOG] Orbital bombardment managed to temporarily incapacitate SCP-6503-II allowing members of MTF Nu-7 to approach it and remove SCP-6503, nullifying the threat. A large-scale cover-up operation involving misinformation and mass amnestic application was conducted in the aftermath of the incident. Addemdum: Inscriptio Communicationis From: Cardinal Abel Everett - Project Malleus Mechanicus To: Dr. T.D. Mirage - Director of Site-77 [BEGIN] In the name of the Horizon Initiative and the Holy Church, I extend my gratitude to the Foundation for your invaluable assistance in containing SCP-6503, also known as the Benevento Heresy. This incident has evidenced Project Malleus' weakness and how vulnerable really is Christendom against the powers of the Unknown and their heretic machinations. But with God's Blessing, we are taking measures to sharpen Gladius Petri. The Foundation can rest assured that when another Blasphemy like the Benevento Heresy appears, we will be ready to unleash the wrath of God. And I say "when" instead of "if", since I am convinced more horrors will come from the same place to threaten the Mother Church. Regarding the Benevento Heresy, while it is certainly a Blasphemy, it is undeniable that it presents a unique opportunity to learn techniques more sophisticated than we have ever dreamed of. Reverse engineering is always a complicated and steady process; however, we are making progress and we believe, with God's Blessing, we will soon be able to produce a purified version of SCP-6503 for Gladius Petri. We intend calling it Argentum Evangelium.. Silver Gospel. His Holiness is deeply grateful for your help, but he also regrets having to hide while his flock fought God's hardest battle. When the next step of the Gladius Petri is complete, he will no longer have to hide again. 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SCP-6504

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by J Dune WELCOME, Junior Researcher Lyndoff. YOU ARE ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS YOUR SCiPNET TERMINAL. PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD. LYNDOFF: 3330482DHSEP2 APPROVED. PLEASE SELECT A HUB. - ACCESS DATABASE - ACCESS WORKBENCH LYNDOFF: workbench. APPRO- LYNDOFF: 6504draft. enableedits. Command unclear. LYNDOFF: enablkfe EDITS Command unclear. LYNDOFF: ENABLE VOICE EDITING. LOAD SCP-6504. APPOVED. SPEECH TO TEXT EDITING ENABLED. YOUR VOICE WILL BE RECOGNIZED AND FORMATTED INTO DRAFT MARGINS. PLEASE SPEAK CLEARLY INTO THE MICROPHONE. LOADING DRAFT, SCP-6504 - SUN-MOON SICKNESS. ACCESS DRAFT CLOSE DRAFT Item#: 6504 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo No caption selected. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-179 J. Dune U. Tanaka N/A No caption selected. Special Containment Procedures: Global psychiatric resources are to be monitored for signs of SCP-6504 manifestations in patients. Foundation mainstream scientific journal approval boards are to be routinely searched and expunged of any reference pertaining to SCP-6504 through conventional information suppression protocols. Individuals believed to be affected by SCP-6504 are to be documented, interviewed, and held on-site for research purposes. put myself in the basement. boarded up the windows. not going to leave. there’s a rotten, little flame inside me, barely burning, but the pain compounds. i can endure it, but there’s nothing there anymore. nothing nothing nothing. to them, nothing is still too much left. Description: SCP-6504 is a psychological condition in which an individual perceives Earth’s sun and moon as possessing human facial features when observed. Feelings of severe paranoia, resulting from the victim’s belief that both objects are capable of observing them, are a prominent symptom of SCP-6504. Individuals describe the sun as possessing an agonized, pained scowl, and ascribe the star as provoking feelings of intense hatred of themselves and those around them. The moon’s expression has been described as hollow, or devoid of emotion, with the satellite inciting feelings of extreme disassociation and despair. two of the same. two types of anger. they hate me. they hate me. all they can do is hate. and they love it. i don’t know what i did. SCP-6504’s two primary anomalous effects manifest in correspondence to the individual’s proximity to the aforementioned celestial bodies, but occur regardless of whether or not the individual is capable of observing the two objects. During the day, when the sun is visible, an individual’s innards, including their flesh, muscle tissue, organs, and skeleton, will gradually heat themselves over the duration of the day to temperatures up to 1,000 K, resulting in incredible amounts of pain. Despite the lethality such heat imposes on the human body, no physical damage is sustained, and their bodies do not outwardly reflect their actual temperature when touched or interacted with. died a million deaths in the past thirty seconds. but i don’t pass out anymore. used to, a week ago. It’s still morning. At night, when the moon is visible, an affected individual will enter a pseudocoma state, where their entire body will experience paralysis, with the exception of their eyes, eyelids, and mouth. Individuals will experience severe disassociation and heightened brain activity, comparable to patterns observed in ordinary REM sleep, which results in dream-like hallucinations. These hallucinations most frequently revolve around motifs of featureless vistas, floating, and stagnation. a reminder that the end will not come quickly. it is slow. it is forever. at the end, there is another end. and another. again. another. again. another. don’t be so optimistic. The symptoms of SCP-6504 are presently unable to be offset by any means but death. No deaths have occurred as a result of SCP-6504, with individuals succumbing to other factors instead, such as age, malnutrition, or suicide. it’s like living with no curtains. nothing to shield you from the eyes that watch so many but only you. they can see everyone but only you. the fire’s boiling my blood. The first documented cases of SCP-6504 were observed during the months following the televised broadcast of the 1969 United States’ Apollo 11 Moon Landing, when a small demographic of viewers began experiencing symptoms of the disorder after supposedly witnessing “the corner of the moon’s face” on the broadcast. All publicly available footage of this event has been edited, with offending elements removed and cut. Presently, 13 SCP-6504-affected individuals have been documented as alive and contained by the Foundation. 98% of all known SCP-6504 cases have resulted in suicide, often carried out shortly after the symptoms of the disorder begin to manifest. The cause of SCP-6504 remains unknown, with no discernible patterns between cases, or identifiable vectors of transmission, if any exist. number alive fluctuates. most can’t make it past a week before giving in. guy at 179 has been kept there since apollo. i don’t want to die. but i don’t want that to be me. it’s been a week. foundation thinks i’m on sick leave. i can’t go outside anymore. i saw a glimpse of them, and they’re in everyone. don’t want to look. should gouge my eyes out with a screwdriver and twist and TWIST and WEDGE until its a bloody, gutted hole. like the sun craves and the moon is. devour me. spare me. tear me apart, but do it in secret, under no light but our own. Addendum.6504.1: Interview Log The following log transcript is sourced from an interview between Junior Researcher Lyndoff, and an individual affected by SCP-6504. the logs don’t tell what happened. they’re gone now. easing through the pain but i will try. fuck you try. TRY. don’t you dare. he’s scared. it’s night, the featureless giant bears witness to those cursed to SEE. he’s not coughing blood, he can’t do that. it’s pooling in his throat and we’re pumping it out. while pumping in amnestics, parapharmaceuticals, and anything we can find to get him talking. after an hour, it works. after another hour, he talks. about the moon. the cold. it sees, it watches, it sees, it watches, it’s forever. i’ve said it all before. every interview is the same. the same sickened babble i’ve been vomiting out myself now. nothing to gain. and then he’s sleeping again, but with his eyes open. this is when it started, on the roof of the facility checking forms and papers and making sure i was doing the POINTLESS POINTLESS POINTLESS work that i had always done. not diligently. not with care. just a distraction, leading up to the moment when i gazed at the face of the moon, and it broke a million bones just to say that it was not there. it didn’t see me. there was no face, but it had always been watching. the shipwreck washed over me and the floatsam pierced my skin, tearing and ripping at the excess of NOTHINGNESS underneath. i didn’t scream, i didn’t cry. but i would, when the kingdom of the zero-eyed kings caressed my being. defiling me in the day. and then at night. now i understand what the husk was saying on the hospital bed. i understand that he had been reduced to a blubbering fool at their feet. it’s all entertainment to them. just a show, giving you a sliver of what they feel. i kept moving. the streets are crawling with them, the faces that resemble grotesque mimicries of their celestial progenitors. the screaming sun, the hollowed moon, reflected a trillion times from face to face. kill kill kill kill. fear fear fear fear. they talk at me, but they don’t speak, they gnash their teeth and wail their strained cries, and only i can hear them. i hate them. HATE THEM. i’m scared of them. i collapsed in an alleyway, the feeling of the bright, too bright shining scintillating hellcrowd closing in on me. but i know it’s just a feeling. they don’t care. the only ones that do are the two above all, watching forever, like they always have. the night’s isolation, and the day’s torture. i was primed. primed for it all to begin, and for every face i would see to bear their visage. i didn’t dream that night. in the morning, the faces were there. in the sky, in the water, in the glare of the wood on the paneling on the floor. has the sun always been so close? i barely made it through work. i almost killed two of them, but i didn’t. i almost stapled my director’s eyelids to his stomach, and twisted his head just enough to keep him writhing and killed and dead and DEAD AND DEAD. wanted to put the other cunt in the sink and let someone find her. i don’t mean it. i wouldn’t do it. but it’s what’s being done to me, and if i’m being hurt, why can’t i hurt you back? this is for archival purposes. so you know what’s happening. so you know i’m not the mindless, terminally ill piece of human trash i’m coming off as. i’m all there. i’ve seen this before. the mind melting, the beams fucking in and out thrusting without warning into your FUCKING brain, fracturing your personality over and over and over and over and over again until you’re a shell cracked into a dozen irregular pieces, unable to ever fit into a whole ever again. read more than a few files and you’ll see it too. it’s easy to forget that i am still here. the sun wants me to remember and the moon won’t let me forget. there is no ending. there is no revelation of new information. no explanation, or reason. there is simply the sun, and simply the moon. and everyone who can’t see them, and no one who can. i will not preserve, i will crumble, i will crack, i do not care, i am burning, i’m a forest, my body a bombed trench, for the sun and the moon, who kill me so happily, and brand all your faces, i’m flood, i’m a lethal accident, drop the kid, snap the bird’s neck, can’t undo it. i don’t want to connect, won’t let me out. tides rising to drown me out, pull me under, flay my skin with searing iron hot blank blank blank blank curling of the rays that caramelize and cripple. died through. nothing but flame while i’m here, and nothing but frost while i’m gone. fuck you, i’m still here. STOP TALKING ABOUT YOURSELF. I'M BURNING UP. stumbling now. can’t hide anything from them like i can from you. they know how horrid. they know how suffocating. they know how much it hurts and how much it hates, but they relish in it. i think i know why. take my hands and unravel my woundflesh from it, won’t you. let the flies get at it, with their faces contorted. let them fuck it. crack my bones, see what they say. it’ll come for you too. getting up. Addendum.6504.2: Testing Logs A number of experiments have been performed related to SCP-6504. The Sun The Moon Kills All Is None Can't See Burn Please No Touch Can't Float Screaming Hollow Scorch Freeze SUN MOON SUN MOON down the stairs, cracked my leg open. spent an hour in blood pooling, playing with it, feeling the bone beneath the skin writhe and dislodge. tempted to snap it but its just more pain. its only pain. pain doesn't matter any more. crawling to back room, where the shower is. i can drown myself out and they can all watch. and join the rest of the sun and moon sick, whose purpose was to die. end me fucking end me fucking end me just kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me. keep typing so they know. the only link to your mind. you're in the flames only flame. all scorch. at the stake. can't hold on. please please please please grind my guts machine kill clog my lungs send me boiling don't just tease me fucking do it don't keep me here just do it slice me open sever nerves bash head open until jaw dislodges and body is gunned down sedated full pain like you're doing but COMMIT TO IT. four times in the water now. i wont die i wont die i wont die. just pull up at the last second. and they're watching silently, without a word but i KNOW they want me dead. they're getting so impatient. why am i so weak. so much pain but i can't. a dying star from the ground up that's ready to serve. i cannot. didn't lose my mind, still have it, and its telling me to kill it, so why CAN'T I DO IT. what's holding on chaining me here. they're at the end, with scorched armor and no armor, open doors, just let me in. guide me in, with their smiles. smiles now. both of them, as i bring myself closer. closer closer. closer closer closer closer. they want it to happen. that's an excuse. but they want it. they're moving me forward, pushing me forward, to come and join them. give myself over to them. where they can hurt me more. that's what they want. hurt me more. not just watch. thousands and thousands of enzymes heating and cooling reflecting build again destroy again rebirth me forever, where they can have me. but not here. why give in. why given in. why given in. why given in. why given in. why given in. why given in. why given in. please give in, just stop pain. why given in. why given in. why given in. why given in. why given in. why given in. why given in. i don't die, just grip the ledge. tried again. still holding on. what's keeping me here. why am i still here. they're hate. so much right now. that i'm still here. its just too much to hold on, but i do. because i'm suffering. and i hate them too. and i endure, because I'M STILL HERE. still here still here still here i can endure just to spite them. Addendum.6504.3: Further Incidents On 2022/4/13, Junior Researcher Anthony Lyndoff, who had been conducting a large portion of contemporary research relating to SCP-6504, was found within his home after disappearing from work for two weeks. Lyndoff exhibited severe signs of SCP-6504, attempted self-harm, and extreme malnutrition. Upon collection, Lyndoff was largely unresponsive, with the initial flood of information regarding his condition coming from edits he had made in his research notes on SCP-6504. Lyndoff was transported to Foundation Secure Facility Area-179, where he had previously been employed, and placed in intensive care. Lyndoff was largely unresponsive and incoherent for the first three weeks of treatment, going into a semi-catatonic state. In the months that followed, after usage of experimental memetic and parapharmaceutical treatment, as well as several quality of life improvements, such as regular speech and memory therapy, Lyndoff's condition had improved greatly. Dr. Tanaka enters Lyndoff's room. The researcher is laying in a hospital bed, attached to a piece of machinery containing experimental anomalous painkilling medicine. The room's windows are shuttered, with their shades pulled down completely. Tanaka flips the pages of Lyndoff's journal, which he had been advised to keep as a continued form of therapy. Tanaka: You’re pretty theatrical when you write, Lyn, you know that? Lyndoff: (Rubs eyes) See what you come up with when your insides are like a fucking pressure cooker. Tanaka: Noted. Now, how are we feeling today? Lyndoff: Like shit. Tanaka: You don’t sound it. You sound a lot better, actually. Lyndoff: You know nothing’s changed. Take my temperature, I’m a goddamned oven. You just get more used to your insides cooking constantly. That parapharm cocktail helps too. Don't wanna rip my heart out of my chest and eat it or anything. Tanaka: You aren’t spiraling anymore. Not like you were a few weeks ago. Haven’t tried to hurt yourself, haven’t… you’re a lot more coherent, more cognizant of your surroundings. Tanaka sits on a chair, next to Lyndoff’s bed. Tanaka: How’s my face? Lyndoff: You’re you. Tanaka: How’s yours? Lyndoff: You know I don’t want to look in the mirror. Tanaka: Still? Lyndoff: (Gestures) I’m afraid. That’s why I got the windows shuttered too, man. I’m still sick with this shit, doesn’t matter how many drugs you put into me, or how comfortable I get with it all. Tanaka: Well. We’re not going to force you. Want to play chess? Lyndoff: Am I ever going to get the fuck out of here? Are you gonna let me live with this, or will I just… turn out like the other ones? Like that guy who vomits over himself every morning. The one that’s been around sinc– Tanaka: We are letting you live with this. It’s just taking a while, Lyn. A lot of us miss you, you’re still a friend. We’re handling this with as much leeway as the organization allows. I mean, this isn’t some… you know, what we used to do with cases like this. You don’t exactly have a rubber room here. Lyndoff: Right, it’s more like a holding cell. Tanaka: Come on. You have cognitohazardous therapy in a half hour. Get the muscles working instead of burning. Silence. Tanaka: What? Lyndoff: I had a dream last night. Not, like, an actual dream, but… whatever happens to me at night, when I start seeing things. I was back in my home, you know. Usually I don’t know where I am, some fucking nowhere zone, or the bottom of a black hole, right? But I was in my house, and I…. instinctively knew that this was when I first started feeling all of this bullshit. When I spent a week going in and out of consciousness on the floor because I couldn’t handle the feeling of being burned alive over and over again without release. Tanaka: Lyn. Lyndoff: Don’t worry, I’m… just trying to explain myself. So my guts are being crisped, and I can taste ash in my mouth, but I’m walking. Not keeling over in pain, or writing like an idiot in the draft terminal, just moving. And I get up the stairs, and make a left, where my bathroom is. Pause. Lyndoff: So I looked in the mirror. I… saw my own reflection. And it made me scream. Tanaka: Why’s that? Lyndoff: It was worse than I expected. My face was like… the sun, and the moon. Both of them. Not split down the middle like fucking Harvey Dent or something, but just a mass. The two swirling into each other and mixing, dancing on the blotch of skin where my face used to be. I start panicking, and I try to rip it off, tear my own face off. It didn’t work, but it hurt like a bitch. It just stretched, and bled while it tormented me. My own face. And outside, behind the boarded windows, I could hear them laughing. Tanaka: Who? Lyndoff points upwards. Lyndoff: Now, they don’t usually do that. They never do anything. That’s the whole deal, right? The sun and the moon, silently watching, silently tormenting. That’s not what this was. They were just laughing at me, and it was horrible, because I could see them do it too. And… I used to think it was hatred that they felt towards me, but it’s not. Tanaka: You’ve talked about this. About the hatred. Lyndoff: It’s something other than hatred. Greater than it. I can hate them, but they don’t hate me. I sound like a fucking nutcase, I know. But my hatred for them is only a fraction of what they feel towards me. It’s so vile, so utterly irredeemable, that making concessions with it is futile. Tanaka: I’m sorry Lyn, I don’t think I follow. Lyndoff: It’s just a dream I had. There’s no grand conclusion, no definitive ending. This doesn’t work like that. I would be comforted with a conclusion. Even a bad one. The reality is that all of this is uncertain. Like, if I were– The window’s shuttered curtain flies open, revealing the sunset. Tanaka quickly leaps from the chair, attempting to pull the shade down. Lyndoff, who raised his hand to shield his face, slowly lowers it. Tanaka: Shit! Shit! Christ, Lyn, just turn away! God, sorry, just a sec– Tanaka struggles, but eventually manages to pull the shade down a quarter of the way. Lyndoff: No. Just– Tanaka: Hm? Lyndoff: Just leave it open. It’s okay. Tanaka lets go of the shade. Lyndoff stares. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6504" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6504. Licensed under CC-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: sunmoongif.gif Name: moon Author: Sean MacEntee License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: [https://www.flickr.com/photos/18090920@N07/6332762868flickr] Filename: sunmoongif.gif Name: The sun Author: Lima Andruska License: CC-BY-2.0 Source Link: flickr

SCP-6505

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ArthCymro More by this Author Item #: SCP-6505 Site Responsible: Site-24 Director: Dr. Jacqueline Fleming Research Head: Dr. Arthur Leonerd Assigned Task Force: N/A Level 2/6505 Restricted Special Containment Procedures: For permanent containment and prevention of SCP-6505, the Foundation would have to ward off every graveyard and churchyard within the British Isles. Due to the impracticability of proper containment, the specific requirements for SCP-6505's activation and the negligible, unremarkable and beneficial nature of SCP-6505-1, it has been determined that special containment procedures are not required. Research of SCP-6505 is currently being conducted at Site-24, performed by the Department of History and the Department of Mythology and Folklore. Any investigations or documentation of SCP-6505 by non-Foundation researchers must be discredited. Description: An instance of SCP-6505-1 interacting with an individual during an SCP-6505 event. SCP-6505 is an anomalous phenomenon that occurs within churchyards and graveyards in the British Isles. According to historical and statistical records, SCP-6505 events are more common in graveyards situated in rural or low-population-density areas. An SCP-6505 event is activated when a human visits a grave within the graveyard, known as the 'visitor'. The visitor has to have had a relationship with the deceased individual/s buried in the grave and be undergoing some form of grief or personal conflict regarding the deceased for SCP-6505 to activate. Observation has discovered that SCP-6505 can be activated by multiple visitors (to date, a maximum of 3) if conditions are satisfied, although SCP-6505 is more likely to occur with a single visitor. Upon activation of an SCP-6505 event, a single SCP-6505-1 will manifest within the ground of the graveyard and engage with the visitor/s. SCP-6505-1 are adult dogs, typically black in colouration, although some white or patched instances have been recorded (~11%). Every SCP-6505-1 instances ears are of a red colouration, however. SCP-6505-1's breed varies, although they always manifest as a dog of a particularly large breed. All instances of SCP-6505-1 are very engaging, friendly and playful. Testing has proven only a single instance of SCP-6505-1 can manifest within the area during an SCP-6505 event, although if multiple SCP-6505 events occur in separate locations, each one will manifest its own instance of SCP-6505-1. SCP-6505-1 is unlikely to manifest if the area is heavily crowded, such as during funerals or religious services, although some instances have been observed doing so whilst maintaining distance. When the visitor/s interacts with SCP-6505-1 for approximately 5 to 15 minutes, a mnestic effect will occur, with the visitor/s suddenly recall forgotten or doubted memories and information relating to themselves and the deceased individual/s. These memories, whilst not always positive, have some inherent benefit, either psychologically or practically and will help them resolve their conflict. Upon this realisation, SCP-6505-1 will then disengage with the visitor/s and demanifest when no longer observed. The visitor/s can continue to interact with SCP-6505-1 after the realisation, although SCP-6505-1 will become agitated and disinterested. Analysis by the Department of Thaumaturgy has discovered that during an SCP-6505 event, the surrounding area's Akiva Radiation levels increase slightly, with SCP-6505-1 showing the greatest level of thaumactivity. These levels of activity are consistent with those found surrounding a Spectral Entity, suggesting SCP-6505-1 instances may be spectral anomalies1. However, this conflicts with the fact that SCP-6505-1 instances leave physical evidence such as hair and saliva2. This implies that whilst they aren't spectral in nature, SCP-6505-1 may possess astral or chthonic capabilities. Research into SCP-6505-1 capabilities is ongoing. Addendum 6505.1: History Research by the Department of Mythology and Folkloristics and the Department of History have managed to recover numerous documentation of SCP-6505-1 instances, mostly from the 19th and 20th century. However, trace details of the event have been found as far back as the 7th century, predating Christianisation in the British Isles. It has been noted that SCP-6505-1 shares many characteristics with the Church Grim, a guardian spirit found in British folklore that oversees the welfare of churchyards. SCP-6505-1 also shares several traits with other canine entities found in British folklore, such as their black fur, large size and connection to death. Below is an extract from British historian and folklorist Horace Greenblatt's Terrors, Superstitions and Folklore (1868), which details these parallels: A depiction of an SCP-6505-1 instance. Black Dog Motif Across all human cultures, all sorts of animals have acted as symbols, warnings, guardians and beasts. The hound, our loyal friend and companion, is one such animal, with almost all known mythologies recognising them in some way. Their portrayals vary, with some cultures associating them with faithfulness and protection. Others, believe them to be figures of violence and savagery. Although, one attribute remains fairly consistent within the folk-product; their role in death. Since the Neolithic, canines have been closely associated with the hereafter. Such an association is at its most common here, in the United Kingdom (see Lord Blackwood's 18th edition, Monsters of the Developing World). What possible reason could there be for such a large congregation of spectres? It is my conjecture that they result from our desire for protection and a practice, long forgotten. In the times before civilisation, we have used hounds to act as our protectors. This protection extended beyond our mortal realm. Many folktales depict the hound with the capabilities of perceiving threats we can not. Beings invisible to our own senses, such as phantoms, spirits, boggarts and fairies, could be seen by hounds and feared them as a result. Such a defence would have been wanted to continue into the next life, the hereafter. To achieve this, when death claimed our companions, we would bury them alongside us in the mounds and flat graves, in the hopes they'd continue their defence in the hereafter. This practice, now considered barbarous, was once common and continued well into the formation of Christianity within the United Kingdom. Some of our oldest churches and sanctuaries have been shown to have a hound buried underneath their foundation. All with the hopes it would act as the guardian against the Devil and sacrilegious acts. We have even christened them with the title 'faire chlaidh'. In the Queen's English, we would call them the 'graveyard watchers', but the traditional name of 'church grim' is more familiar in the North. Addendum 6505.2: Analysis To test the connection between SCP-6505 and the role of canines in foundation sacrifices3, The Department of History and Department of Thaumaturgy performed archaeological excavations of several chapels and churches with confirmed sacrifices. Upon excavation, the remains were fitted with Zohar counters and surveillance equipment was set up in the area with the intention of recording an SCP-6505 event and detecting the activation of any thaumaturgical programs4. On 09/05/1999, an SCP-6505 event was activated in the St Illtyd's Church's5 graveyard in Bro Morgannwg, Wales. The activator, Cadi Iolo, was visiting her father's grave at the time. Below is a transcript of the footage of SCP-6505: - Begin Log - (Cadi Iolo approaches the grave of her father, slowing down briefly to read some of the other gravestones on the way.) (Iolo remains standing in front of the grave for a few seconds, before kicking it hard. She proceeds to kick the grave six more times before stopping, nursing her foot.) (A few seconds later, Iolo groans loudly, which disturbs some nearby pigeons. She then begins to cry angrily.) Iolo: Oh, for fuck sake. Why did you have to do this dad? (Iolo sits in front of the grave. She removes the ring from her left hand and turns it in her hand. The Zohar counter detects an increase in thaumactivity within the remains of the foundation sacrifice nearby. SCP-6505-1 manifests 10 metres from Iolo, in the form of the Hovawart breed.) Iolo: It's too much. It's - the whole thing - and Bobby - and Ofsted coming - it's just - why did you have to die right now? It's - you're so selfish! (SCP-6505-1 approaches Iolo, and nudges her with its nose.) Iolo: Oh for fuc - Oh god! What! Oh - oh, hello. (SCP-6505-1 attempts to engage with Iolo, tilting it's head and rubbing it's nose against Iolo's knees.) Iolo: Yes. yes, hello. You - you're a big boy. Very big. (Iolo begins to paw and scratch SCP-6505-1 which roll onto it's back and paws the sky.) Iolo: Where's your owner? They'll be looking for - no - no collar? Hmmm? (Iolo looks around. SCP-6505-1 continues to roll lazily on the ground.) Iolo: Oh, there's the vicar's car. (Iolo returns to petting SCP-6505-1. SCP-6505-1 yawns lightly and sniffs around the gravestone.) Iolo: (sniggers) If you're trying to sniff out dad, good luck. We only just buried him. (SCP-6505-1 sits in front of the grave. After a few seconds, Iolo begins to sing a tune under her breath, later identified as Chwarae'N Troi'N Chwerw by Caryl Parry Jones.) Iolo: Mae'r gwin yn troi'n sur. Da da da daaa da. Something something troi'n sur. (Iolo looks down at the ring for a few seconds, then look at the church. SCP-6505-1 approaches her and wags it's tail.) Iolo: Maybe. Bobby won't mind. And - and dad's here. It's old but - but he's here. (Iolo slowly gets up and returns the ring to her left ring finger. As she makes her way to her car, SCP-6505-1 walks off towards the forest. the remains' thaumactivity decreases and SCP-6505-1 demanifests. SCP-6505 ends. Iolo turns quickly and looks around.) Iolo: Oh, where's he gone? (Iolo looks around for a few seconds before pulling out her keys and phone. She then dials a number.) Iolo: (speaks to phone) Bobby? Yeah, yeah, I know - I know. I - I was visiting dad. Yeah - I just - I wanted to be upset. Listen - do you mind if we had the service - in Illtyd. So - so we could be near dad? - End Log - The breed of the SCP-6505-1 instance that manifested during SCP-6505 didn't match the breed used in the church's foundation sacrifice, which was a Belgian Sheepdog6. During SCP-6505, the remains of the foundation sacrifice thaumactivity increased and remained at a steady rate of 63.4 ⊕ until the completion of SCP-6505. Whilst the Zohar counter couldn't determine the thaumaturgic programs that were activated during SCP-6505, further data from later instances did measure a similar rate of thaumactivity (~0.56 ⊕). Research into the connection between SCP-6505 and foundation sacrifices remains ongoing. Five months after the analysis, Cadi Iolo married her partner, Robert Smyth in the church, surrounded by their respected families. No SCP-6505 event was detected. Footnotes 1. Whilst typically drawn to living entities, objects and areas of great divine or thaumaturgical importance, recent research has also found that some spectral entities or events are able to cause shifts in Akiva radiation frequency too. 2. DNA analysis by the Cryptozoology Division has confirmed no presence of anomalous genetic abnormalities within these samples. However, some of the genes were found to be anachronistic, having since been bred out of modern canines' gene pool. 3. A type of Builders' rites which involved burying an animal or human underneath the foundation stone of a religious or ceremonial building, sometimes still alive. The practice has since died out or has been replaced with docile sacrifices such as coins, documents or objects of value. 4. Colloquially known as 'rituals' or 'spells', thaumaturgical programs are sequences of patterns used to enact a thaumaturgical effect. 5. According to records, St Illtyd is one of the oldest parish churches within the British Isles, having been founded in 508 AD. 6. Just like SCP-6505-1, no anomalous genetic abnormalities were found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6505" by arthcymro, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6505. Licensed under CC-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:Grim.jpg Name: Dog in the Graveyard Author: PunkToad License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/83699771@N00/49285484296 Filename:Grimpaint.jpg Name: Church Grim Author: Inès Lee License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Church_Grim.jpg

SCP-6506

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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/6506 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/6506 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item#: SCP-6506 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6506 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6506 is currently held in high-security anomalous items storage at Site-17. One member of containment staff capable of lucid dreaming must sleep with SCP-6506 under their pillow on a biweekly basis to screen SCP-6506's current status and mental health. NOTICE: Following Incident 6506-1, no Foundation personnel below clearance level 4 are permitted access to SCP-6506 or relevant documentation. Description: SCP-6506 is a small doll superficially resembling a human female. It is constructed from a mixture of cotton fabric, wool, and wood. SCP-6506's anomalous properties manifest when it is placed under the pillow of a sleeping human. Individuals who have slept with SCP-6506 underneath their pillow report having dreams relating to stress or worries that are occurring in their lives. During this dream, a female figure made of cloth matching SCP-6506's description will manifest and begin to interact with the dream. Reports claim that this figure "removes the worry", and that the dream turns peaceful after the figure demanifests. Subjects report feeling an increased sense of calm and peace upon waking. Incident Report 6506-1: On May 5th, 2022, SCP-6506 was stolen from anomalous item storage at Site-43 alongside a prototype Neuron Imaging Engine (NIE)1. It was returned two weeks later with the following appended to its official file. VIDEO LOG NOTE: Footage recorded by the NIE takes place in the first person. Analysis of data from the NIE used revealed the subject in question to be Dr. Ash Joydever, a senior researcher from the Memetics Department. [BEGIN LOG] [Footage begins, showcasing a small room reminiscent of a Foundation interrogation room. There is a small table. Dr. Joydever appears to be sitting at it. After approximately two minutes, SCP-6506 manifests.] Joydever: Excellent. You're here. SCP-6506: …You are aware of me. A lucid dreamer, then? Joydever: My background demands it. A certain level of control over your subconscious can prove vital when interacting with particular anomalies. SCP-6506: This makes my work easier, then. What is your worry? Point me to it so I might remove it for you. [Joydever appears to shake his head] Joydever: No. This isn't about me. I need to ask you a few questions, and then you're going to help me. [SCP-6506's face grows terse, but it does not respond. The room shakes slightly for a moment before settling.] Joydever: First, are there any restrictions on who your abilities work on? SCP-6506: No. As long as the person can dream, I can assist. It is my role to assist. Joydever: Good. And you've never failed at removing someone's anxieties, correct? [SCP-6506 does not respond, turning its eyes towards its lap. Its hands are balled into fists, and it fidgets with its dress.] Joydever: I need you to explain. SCP-6506: Anxieties and dreams are complicated. I imagine that someone like yourself is aware of that. Some anxieties involve problems I cannot address, or are deeply hidden away in a place I cannot reach. I cannot solve every problem, but I can at least leave a sense of peace. Joydever: So they'll at least come away feeling better? SCP-6506: Yes. I am Ixmucane, a Muñeca quitapena. It is my duty to ease the pain of those who use me. Joydever: Good enough. SCP-6506: You wanted my aid, yes? Is it with that? [SCP-6506 looks down towards Joydever's hands. Joydever likewise looks down, revealing that his hands are bound with a pair of handcuffs.] Joydever: No. I already told you, this isn't about me. It's about her. [A female figure dressed in a Foundation lab coat manifests beside the table. She appears exhausted, with deep, dark circles around her eyes. Her hair is tied back in a messy ponytail. The sound of a heartbeat can be heard for a moment.] Joydever: Dr. Esperanza Velasco-Iglesias. A colleague of mine. Her work quality has decreased dramatically this past year. It's starting to cause problems, and she won't talk to me or anyone else about it. SCP-6506: So you need me to enter her dreams and remove the problem, correct? Joydever: Yes. Will you help me? [SCP-6506 looks to Joydevor's wrists, then around the room. It appears to crack a slight smile.] SCP-6506: I will. [The footage is cut.] [END LOG] VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] [Footage begins in what appears to be a church, looking down an aisle of pews that extends far into the horizon. The room is narrow, and appears to be in a general state of disrepair.] SCP-6506: What is this? [Joydevor's voice can be heard from an unknown source.] Joydevor: Oh! It actually worked! SCP-6506: What worked? Where are you? Joydevor: I'm still in the real world. It was a shot in the dark, but I hooked you up to an NIE. SCP-6506: You attached something to my physical body? Joydevor: It's just a machine that lets us at the Foundation see into dreams and talk to people in them. I can see everything through your eyes right now. SCP-6506: This feels rather invasive. Joydevor: You agreed to help. Just cooperate. [SCP-6506 looks down, bringing the camera's perspective to the floor. It looks at its arms, inspecting the seams, before inspecting the rest of its body.] SCP-6506: I appear to be unharmed from whatever process you've put me through, so I suppose I'm willing to assist. [SCP-6506 attempts to begin walking down the aisle, but is interrupted by the sound of wooden doors opening behind it. It turns around, revealing a woman standing in the church's doorway. She trembles slightly.] Joydevor: Esperanza! SCP-6506: Are you certain? This does not look like the same woman from your dream before. Joydevor: It's her, I'd recognize her anywhere. Besides, this is her dream after all. [Iglesias begins walking down the aisle. Her pace is slow and uncertain. She passes through SCP-6506 and heads towards the altar. SCP-6506 follows.] Joydevor: Is there any way that you can make this go any faster? SCP-6506: I cannot. If I interfere in the wrong place, I could miss the anxiety I'm meant to target. If you want me to ease this woman's pain, then we need to experience this as it exists. The dreams I enter are often constructed from specific memories or experiences that one finds traumatic. [As Iglesias continues down the aisle, figures manifest in the pews. They appear to all be the same figure, an elderly Hispanic woman with her hands clasped in prayer. A red stain appears on her chest, and the figures raise their heads and look towards Iglesias as she walks by. Iglesias meets their gaze and begins to run. As she runs, a voice can be heard echoing through the church.] Voice: ¿Qué tienes, mijo? [Iglesias continues running down the aisle. After several minutes she reaches the altar and falls to her knees. She kneels and clasps her hands together.] Joydevor: She's saying something, get closer so we can hear. [SCP-6506 approaches Iglesias. Even though her lips move, no sound can be heard.] Joydevor: Are you close enough? Why can't I hear anything? SCP-6506: There are a myriad of answers to that question, any as likely as the other. She could simply not be saying anything, she could be trying to speak and nothing is coming out, and so forth. [A voice booms through the room, causing Iglesias to jump.] Voice: Come, my child. I will hear your confession. [Iglesias looks towards the side of the altar. A confessions booth has appeared. She rises to unsteady feet and approaches. SCP-6506 follows, peering into the priest's side of the booth. A man dressed in a stained white robe sits within. The camera pans up, revealing his face. He's young, with short, curly red hair and freckles across his face.] Joydevor: Why the hell does he look like me?! SCP-6506: Are you not a priest in your free time? Joydevor: One, I don't have free time. Two, clearly I'm not a priest. SCP-6506: Did she happen to see you shortly before falling asleep? Human brains cannot make up faces, it merely fills them in with the features of people they already know. Iglesias: F-forgive me, father, for I have sinned. Priest: Confess your sins to me, child, so they might be forgiven. [SCP-6506 approaches Iglesias's side of the booth and peers in. Iglesias holds a strip of cloth and wrings it in her hands. She glances towards the other side of the booth, before looking back to the cloth in her hands. She breathes heavily.] Joydevor: Shit, shit! SCP-6506: What's wrong? Joydevor: Someone's coming. I have to disconnect you, just…get her to the point already! SCP-6506: I've already told you, I cannot speed the process up! Joydevor: We don't have a choice right now, just get it out of her! [SCP-6506 sighs, and waves an arm in the air. The scene speeds up. Iglesias sits in her booth silent for several moments, and then begins speaking.] SCP-6506: I cannot hear her, I'm going to miss it! Joydevor: Shit we're out of time! [The scene is abruptly halted. Iglesias throws her head back and shouts.] Iglesias: I think I just killed my mother. [The feed suddenly cuts out.] [END LOG] VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] [Footage begins in the interrogation room dreamscape seen in the prior log. The room appears slightly more damaged than before, with a small crack running down one of the walls. The camera pans down, showing Joydevor's handcuffed wrists. The camera snaps back up as SCP-6506 manifests.] SCP-6506: I can promise you that whatever your goal is, you are more likely to achieve it if you aren't attempting to be discreet about it. Joydevor: What am I supposed to do? "Hey Esperanza, I stole an SCP and some expensive equipment. Put this under your pillow so I can pry into your mind." SCP-6506: There is no way to frame your actions that makes this anything other than invasive, are you aware of this? [Joydevor sighs, placing his hands on his head.] SCP-6506: …We simply try it again. Whatever it was you did prior. Joydevor: I just walked into the breakroom. Esperanza takes a nap every day around 1pm, and she's the only one in the room at that time, especially recently. SCP-6506: So what interrupted us this time? Joydevor: Some jackass new recruit looking for directions or some stupid shit like that. SCP-6506: Is there not an easier way to do this? Joydevor: The only easier way to do this would be to directly break into her house with you. I'm…doing enough messed up stuff right now. I can't take it that far. SCP-6506: But you can. Joydevor: I'm not breaking into her house! SCP-6506: You don't need to be the one to do it. Allow me to do it. Joydevor: How? You're a doll! You can't move, you're basically nonanomalous when not in a dream! [SCP-6506 sighs, shaking its head.] SCP-6506: Simply give me to her. Tell her it is one of my children. Joydevor: One of your what? SCP-6506: Just tell her it's another doll! Another Muñeca quitapena! My people still make them, it isn't impossible that there's another that looks like me. Joydevor: Alright, that makes enough sense. I'll hook the equipment to you and…give you to her. [The room trembles for a moment. SCP-6506 looks around.] SCP-6506: We can make this work. [The footage is cut.] [END LOG] VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] [Footage begins, showcasing a small kitchen. Two figures stand side-by-side next to the sink. One is an older, stout woman. The other is Esperanza Velasco-Iglesias. SCP-6506 exhales, its breath fogging the air.] SCP-6506: Success. So you do know how to talk to women. I was beginning to become concerned. Joydevor: Ignoring that. Why isn't this the church? SCP-6506: Why do you ask so many questions? The answers should be obvious enough. You've had more than one dream before, yes? [Joydevor is silent.] SCP-6506: Good. Now watch. Quietly. [The woman next to Iglesias finishes washing a plate and holds it up. She runs her finger over it, and nods with a smile. She turns as if to hand it to Iglesias, who doesn't notice, before putting it back into the sink and washing it once more.] Iglesias: Mamá, ya lo ha lavado. Está limpio. Joydevor: Hold on, I think this thing has an automatic translator…there. SCP-6506: It wasn't an issue for me. Joydevor: Yeah but it was for me. I'd rather be able to understand what's being said myself. Iglesias: Mama, it's fine. You don't need to wash it. Mrs. Iglesias: It's filthy still, I haven't cleaned this one yet! Iglesias: Yes, you have! You just cleaned it a moment ago! [Mrs. Iglesias holds the plate up. She examines it closely, furrowing her brow.] Mrs. Iglesias: Yes… yes I suppose I have. [The two continue washing dishes in silence.] Mrs. Iglesias: When is that Irish boy coming back over? He was such a nice young man. [Iglesias sighs. Tears well in the corners of her eyes.] Iglesias: Mama, we haven't dated each other since we were 15. He's not coming back around. Mrs. Iglesias: Oh… right. That's right. But I haven't seen him in such a long time it seems! Aren't you two still dating? [Iglesias turns to Mrs. Iglesias and gives a halfhearted smile.] Iglesias: Here, I'll finish washing the dishes. Just… go get ready for bed, mama. [Iglesias grabs a knife from the pile of dishes next to the sink and begins washing it.] Mrs. Iglesias: Thank you, Enrique. You're such a good boy. [The knife slips, cutting Iglesias's palm. He holds in it place, staring blankly at the sink.] Mrs. Iglesias: Enrique? What happened? Did you cut your hand again? Iglesias: Stop calling me that. I'm not Enrique. You know I'm not Enrique. I haven't been Enrique since I was 16. Mrs. Iglesias: Oh, oh! I'm so sorry Esperanza, I didn't mean to forget. You know these things take time, and it wasn't all that long ago you told me. I'm going to make mistakes. Iglesias: I'm 34, mom. I told you 18 years ago. Mrs. Iglesias: You… did? [Iglesias begins sobbing. Mrs. Iglesias attempts to hold her shoulder, but Iglesias shakes her off.] Mrs. Iglesias: Enrique… Iglesias: Where is my mom? Mrs. Iglesias: What? Iglesias: WHERE IS MY MOM? I'm tired of this… this… stranger who looks like her. I just want my mom back. I want the woman who held me and told me that she loved her daughter with all her heart. The woman who never slipped up once after. I don't know who this is in my house but it isn't my mom, and I'm tired of seeing her. Mrs. Iglesias: Esperanza… [Mrs. Iglesias attempts to hug Iglesias. Iglesias turns and shoves her away, causing her to stumble back into the counter and onto the floor. The knife she was holding prior clatters to the counter. She brings both of her hands to her mouth and gasps. There is a bloodstain on Mrs. Iglesias's blouse, over her heart. It grows and expands outwards until her entire blouse is covered in blood, and begins pooling on the floor. Iglesias steps backwards, grabs the knife, and runs.] [SCP-6506 is forcibly dragged after Iglesias as she runs through a black void.] Joydevor: What's going on? Why haven't you done anything yet? SCP-6506: I haven't identified how to address this issue yet. Joydevor: Just grab the knife! Problem solved! SCP-6506: That isn't how it works! It's more complex than that! [Iglesias flickers out of existence before reappearing.] SCP-6506: We're out of time. She's waking up. Joydevor: Come on, just a little longer! [The footage abruptly ends.] [END LOG] VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] [The footage opens in the interrogation room once more. The room is even more dilapidated than before, with a web of cracks forming on the walls. Puddles of water have begun to form on the floor.] Joydevor: How the hell do you work. SCP-6506: I'm sorry? Joydevor: What the hell do I need to do to make you work? How do I get you to do your one function? SCP-6506: You are taking your frustrations out on me, and I will not tolerate it. Take a moment to gather your thoughts before continuing. [Joydevor slams his head down on the table and takes a deep breath. He lifts his head once more, shaking it.] Joydevor: …I'm sorry. You've done nothing but try to help me, and I'm not being fair. SCP-6506: Thank you. Now then, to best answer your question…I do my best to give people the answer or response that they need. Some people simply need a hug from someone, so I do that. Some need to just be told it's ok, so I do that. Joydevor: So what do you need to do here? SCP-6506: I don't know, and at this point I'm not certain the answers lie in Iglesias's dreams. Joydevor: Not like we can get back in there again. The face she gave me when she shoved you in my hands and said that you didn't work at all! [Iglesias manifests next to the table. Her face is contorted into a scowl.] SCP-6506: Unfortunate, but expected. Joydevor: That said, I think we have another option. [Mrs. Iglesias manifests in the room.] SCP-6506: Mrs. Iglesias? Joydevor: She isn't dead. I checked the police and hospital records after last night. She was admitted to one of the local hospitals about a month ago. That said, I do have a question for you. SCP-6506: Yes? Joydevor: Do you work on people with concussions? SCP-6506: I…should? I'm not certain but I imagine it should work. Joydevor: Good. Let's get into Mrs. Iglesias's head. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] [The footage opens on the Iglesias family kitchen. The room is bathed in a soft yellow light. Mrs. Iglesias and a young child, believed to be Iglesias, stand over the counter. She guides the child's hand as they carefully chop avocados. They flicker for a moment.] SCP-6506: I see you were successful. Joydevor: Just a matter of telling the hospital you're here to visit someone. We shouldn't have any interruptions. SCP-6506: This seems stable enough as a dreamscape. [SCP-6506 looks over to the pair chopping avocados. At one point the knife slips, cutting the child's hand. She begins to cry.] Mrs. Iglesias: Shh..shh…it's ok, my love. It's ok. Here let me see. [The child holds their hand out. Mrs. Iglesias wets a washcloth and presses it against the cut, giving it a gentle kiss.] Mrs. Iglesias: There, not so bad, see? Iglesias: N-no. Mrs. Iglesias: You have to be careful in the kitchen, especially around knives. Mistakes happen, but remember! You can't let this scare you away from trying again. [Iglesias nods.] Mrs. Iglesias: Let's get that wrapped up properly, and then we can finish the guacamole, ok? [The two vanish from the room. Mrs. Iglesias then reappears at the sink. Iglesias, now in her early teens, peeks through the doorway.] Mrs. Iglesias: Enrique? Did you need something? Iglesias: No, it's nothing. Never mind. Mrs. Iglesias: Hold it, I know something's wrong. It's all over your face, my love. Come, sit. [Iglesias hesitantly enters the room and sits at the table. Iglesias places her hands in her lap with a tight grip. Mrs. Iglesias walks over with a plate of croquetas. She places it on the table and takes a seat.] Mrs. Iglesias: Come, eat. You'll feel better. Iglesias: I'm fine, mama. Mrs. Iglesias: Enrique, I asked if you wanted a croqueta! [Iglesias's eyes go wide and she quickly grabs a croqueta. She takes a bite.] Mrs. Iglesias: There, now tell mama what's wrong. Iglesias: Mama…I…I think I'm… [Iglesias pauses, as if considering what to say.] Iglesias: I'm gay. [Mrs. Iglesias's smile fades, and she stands. She walks over to Iglesias, who winces. She kneels and places her hands on Iglesias's shoulders.] Mrs. Iglesias: Enrique. You are the light of my life. I am more proud of you than you could possibly imagine. Thank you for telling me, my love. [Iglesias pushes her face into Mrs. Iglesias's shoulder and begins sobbing. She embraces her, rubbing a hand over the back of her head. They fade.] [Mrs. Iglesias appears in the kitchen once again, washing dishes. The room has changed, with a few black spots appearing in various places in the room. Iglesias, now slightly older than before, runs in sobbing. They grab Mrs. Iglesias from behind, who drops a plate that shatters in the sink.] Mrs. Iglesias: Enrique! You can't startle me like that! I could've- [She turns and realizes that Iglesias is sobbing into her blouse.] Mrs. Iglesias: …My love, what's wrong? Iglesias: That stupid asshole- Mrs. Iglesias: Enrique Velasco-Iglesias you watch your mouth! Iglesias: Sorry, mama, it's just…Ash broke up with me! Joydevor: Shit… SCP-6506: What's wrong? Joydevor: Nothing. Just…keep watching. [Mrs. Iglesias guides Iglesias off of her and gently grips her shoulders.] Mrs. Iglesias: Enrique, I want you to listen and listen well. You're going to meet a lot of men in your life. Some of them are going to seem absolutely wonderful and perfect, and they'll sing your praises before vanishing someday. Others are going to be awful from the start, and make you think that you're the reason they can't be happy with themselves. Some will be a mix of the two. Someday, though? You will find someone who is neither. Someone who is kind and supportive, who loves you unconditionally and will always be there for you. Ash just wasn't that boy. [Iglesias sniffles.] Iglesias: How can you believe that? Mrs. Iglesias: You don't have to have lived it to know it's true, my love. You are a special, wonderful person. Don't let anyone make you forget that. [They fade once again. Shortly after, Mrs. Iglesias reappears in the kitchen once more. She's holding a knife over an avocado, but when she moves to cut it she misses. This occurs several times before she places the knife down in frustration. Several more black spots begin to manifest in the kitchen.] [She steps away and walks towards the kitchen table, grabbing a photo off the nearby counter before sitting down. She runs a finger over it. Tears well in her eyes.] [The kitchen vanishes, and Mrs. Iglesias stands in a black void. A voice can be heard echoing around.] Voice: Mama? I'm home! Mrs. Iglesias: Who are you? What are you doing in my house?! Voice: Mama, are you ok? It's me! Mrs. Iglesias: I don't know who you are! You need to leave right now! Voice: Mama come on, it's me! It's Esperanza! Mrs. Iglesias: How many times do I have to repeat myself?! Get out! Get out! SCP-6506: I know what to do. Joydevor: Do it, then. Whatever you need to do. [SCP-6506 approaches Mrs. Iglesias and gently grabs her shoulders.] SCP-6506: Show me where she hurt you. [The kitchen manifests once more, though large portions of it remain obscured by black spots. Mrs. Iglesias is washing dishes in the sink alongside Iglesias.] Iglesias: Mama, it's fine. You don't need to wash it. Mrs. Iglesias: It's filthy still, I haven't cleaned this one yet! Iglesias: Yes, you have! You just cleaned it a moment ago! [SCP-6506 watches as the scene unfolds once again. As Iglesias begins shouting at her mother, her face changes back and forth between her true appearance and her appearance as a child. She shoves her mother, who stumbles backwards into the table and falls to the floor. Iglesias raises her hands to her mouth, and vanishes. SCP-6506 approaches Mrs. Iglesias. It grabs her shoulders and lifts her back to her feet before wrapping her in a gentle embrace. She speaks in Iglesias's voice.] SCP-6506: I'm sorry, mama. I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me. [Mrs. Iglesias wraps her arms around SCP-6506.] Mrs. Iglesias: It's ok, my love. I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry I haven't been there. [The dream fades as Mrs. Iglesias begins to wake up.] [END LOG] VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Iglesias: I know my mother is in the hospital, Ash. Joydevor: Yeah, yeah, and you need to come see something. Iglesias: What could you possibly have to show me, Ash? Haven't you done enough? Joydevor: Just…look. [Joydevor opens Mrs. Iglesias's hospital door. She sits up in bed, and smiles towards her daughter.] Iglesias: Mama…? Mrs. Iglesias: It's me, Esperanza. [Iglesias runs over and embraces her mother, sobbing.] Iglesias: Mama, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I shouldn't have- [Mrs. Iglesias wraps her arms around her daughter, and gently rubs the back of her head.] Mrs. Iglesias: You already apologized, Esperanza. It's ok, it's ok. I'm sorry I haven't been there for you recently. I'm sorry that I keep forgetting how proud I am of the beautiful young woman I raised. Iglesias: It's not your fault, mama. It isn't fair of me to hold it against you. You can't help it. Mrs. Iglesias: How about this. [They let go of one another.] Mrs. Iglesias: I'll do everything I can to hold onto you. You you. Notes, messages, medicine, whatever it takes. In turn, promise me something. Iglesias: Yes, mama? Mrs. Iglesias: Promise me that you'll still let me be your mama no matter what. [Iglesias laughs, wiping a tear. She smiles.] Iglesias: Of course, mama. [The room returns to the Foundation interrogation room. The walls are still cracked, and there is still water on the floor.] SCP-6506: I told you before, some things I cannot fix. Joydevor: Yeah, I know. I get what you mean now. SCP-6506: But, things tend to work out in the end. I believe we can say we successfully removed the worry here. Joydevor: Yeah, we did. Thank you for your help, 6506. Though I have to ask, why did you help? [SCP-6506 smiles, and taps a hand on Joydevor's handcuffs.] Joydevor: I told you before, this isn't about me. SCP-6506: I know. My job is to ease the worries and stress of those who sleep with me under their pillow, through any means possible. [It stands, and approaches the cracked walls.] SCP-6506: Sometimes it's an easy job. Sometimes it's difficult. I don't always succeed, but… [SCP-6506 slaps its hand against the wall, causing it to crack apart. The walls fall away, and the room changes to match the Iglesias family kitchen. Mrs. Iglesias manifests across from Joydevor.] Joydevor: How did you…? Mrs. Iglesias: My dear Enrique is a special child, Ash. You know that as well as I do. Enrique is going to meet a lot of men in his life. Some will take advantage of him, but someone someday will truly love him. They'll put Enrique first, and they'll do everything they can to make him smile. Will that be you, Ash? [Joydevor doesn't respond. Mrs. Iglesias smiles.] Mrs. Iglesias: It's a lot to ask a child, I know. Let's just say I have faith that you'll do the right thing. [Mrs. Iglesias vanishes. SCP-6506 walks back over and sits at the table. She reaches over and taps a finger against Joydevor's handcuffs.] SCP-6506: You did the right thing. [Joydevor's handcuffs open and fall off. He looks his wrists over before looking back up to SCP-6506] Joydevor: Thank you. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. A machine designed to detect sensory information during REM sleep and convert it into a video format. The NIE stolen was a prototype for a portable, undetectable model that sticks to the side of the temple. This prototype model also permits a transmission of auditory and visual information with an external viewer using a cellphone sized external device.

SCP-6507

safe

Blue Foot Like my stuff? Read more here, and join my Discord server to be notified whenever I post a new piece! Item#: 6507 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6507 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6507 is to be contained in a standard Safe object class containment chamber. Several cameras have been installed around SCP-6507 for the purpose of filming SCP-6507 Events at proper camera angles. Description: SCP-6507 is a ceramic bowl containing 71 strands of spaghetti. The contents of SCP-6507 do not decompose or lose moisture. If SCP-6507 is adjacent to adequate space, SCP-6507 Events will occur at random intervals. SCP-6507 Events are brief performances that occur in the near vicinity of SCP-6507. The plot and setting of all SCP-6507 Events resemble those of the Western film and literary genre. The performers in SCP-6507 Events are SCP-6507-1 instances. SCP-6507-1 instances are various forms of animated pasta. Each instance is anomalously capable of movement, speech, the manipulation of objects, and demanifestation at the conclusion of their respective SCP-6507 Event. Instances often are dressed in simple, setting appropriate attire. SCP-6507-1 instances' spoken lines are often performed in accents typically associated with Italy or the vocal performances of actors in films in the Western genre, and will often incorporate cultural references and stereotypes into their performances that are related to the previously mentioned region and genre. Addendum.6507.1: Video Log SCP-6507 Event Video Log DATE: 09/02/1999 NOTE: The following is an example of a typical SCP-6507 Event. It began at 09:33, and concluded at 09:37. For the sake of clarity, spoken lines are to be attributed to the form of pasta that the respective SCP-6507-1 instance resembles. [BEGIN LOG] A piece of Mandala pasta. Video begins in a 1x1x0.5 meter set that is similar in appearance to a saloon. The right side wall of the building is not present for the sake of visibility for the audience. There are several SCP-6507-1 instances present on the set, notably a group that resemble Mandala pasta, most dressed in a pork pie hat, revolver holster, and bandana, sitting at a table playing what appears to be the Texas hold'em style of poker, and an instance resembling a short strand of angel hair pasta. There is a blue and white dress at the base of the instance, suggesting that its shape caused the attire to be impractical to wear. There is another instance, resembling a piece of gomiti pasta, sitting directly in front of a piano. It is anomalously manipulating the piano's keys, causing the song "Spaghetti Rag" to be played. A piece of rigatoni pasta. One of the Mandala pasta-like instances appears discontent with the cards it receives during a new round of poker and rises from its seat. Mumbling, and the words "bastardo traditore," can be heard as it exits the set via its swinging doors. Immediately after this, another SCP-6507-1 instance enters the set by the same swinging doors. It resembles a piece of rigatoni pasta, and is dressed in a Cattleman hat, revolver holster, and a pair of modified riding boots1. 0.7 seconds after the previously mentioned SCP-6507-1 instance enters, all other instances turn to face it. The music stops, as the instance at the piano ceases playing it. The rigatoni pasta-like SCP-6507-1 instance begins to move further into the set. As it is doing this, it faces the angel hair pasta-like instance, and its hat tips downward towards it. Immediately after this, one of the Mandala pasta-like instances rises quickly from its seat and speaks in a loud Italian accent. Mandala: Hey, idiota, that's my woman! The rigatoni pasta-like instance turns to face the instance that had just spoken. The former speaks in a strong Texan accent. Rigatoni: And such a lucky lady she is to have you. The Mandala pasta-like instance anomalously propels itself towards the rigatoni pasta-like instance. It ceases movement when it is directly adjacent to the rigatoni pasta-like instance. Mandala: You have a lot of nerve coming here, Antonio. Rigatoni I don't know what you mean partner, I'm just here to wet my whistle. Mandala: We both know that isn't true. Once you take a sip of real liquor, you'll run back home crying to your mother like the mammone you are. Rigatoni: And I thought you'd be the one to appreciate the value of family. Mandala: I do. That's why you should go to them right now before you get yourself killed. Rigatoni: This town is my home. They called this place the Cowhide Salon before Mr. Greene bought it. The Mandala pasta-like SCP-6507-1 instance does not speak for 2.4 seconds. Mandala: This town ain't big enough for the two of us. Rigatoni: I'll see you outside then, partner. Mandala: Meraviglioso. The rigatoni pasta-like instance exits the set through the swinging doors. The set anomalously demanifests. Immediately after, another set manifests in its place. There are twenty small buildings, ten on opposite parallel sides. These buildings include a water tower, a police station, a general store, several homes, and, most notably, a saloon. In between each of the sides is a long open space. The rigatoni pasta-like SCP-6507-1 instance from the previous scene is motionless in this area. After 39 seconds, the Mandala pasta-like instance emerges from the saloon building via its swinging doors. Rigatoni: Late even now, Enzo? Mandala: If you don't slow down for life, it will race by you. Not like you'd understand. A limb similar in appearance to a human arm and an attached hand emerge from the body of both SCP-6507-1 instances. Both instances propel themselves to be positioned directly adjacent to each other in the center of the long open space. They begin to propel themselves away from each other to become positioned approximately thirty centimeters away from each other on opposite sides of the open space. They face each other. The rigatoni pasta-like instance then faces itself upward towards a ceiling attached light fixture. Rigatoni: It's high noon… The rigatoni-pasta like instance faces the instance opposite of it. Both extend their respective limbs. An imperfectly spherical mass of angel hair pasta visually similar to a tumbleweed manifests near the door of a home . It is anomalously propelled forward and ceases movement near the door of the saloon, after which the mass demanifests. Neither instance moves for 7.4 seconds. Mandala: Draw! Both SCP-6507-1 instances quickly reach for their revolver holsters and retrieve their respective firearms. Both aim at the instance opposite of itself and fire. The Mandala pasta-like instance is struck by the round fired by the other instance, collapses to the ground, and places its limb on the site of the wound. Mandala: Merda! Cazzo! Argh! Ah, that's a spicy meatball! The rigatoni pasta-like SCP-6507-1 instance begins to rapidly rotate its revolver around one of the finger-like appendages attached to its limb. It does this for 1.8 seconds, and then ceases. The smoke eminating from the barrel of the firearm dissipates, and the anomaly returns its revolver to its holster. Rigatoni: Plenty more space in town now, partner. The rigatoni pasta-like instance demanifests. 0.5 seconds later, it remanifests. It is positioned in a saddle placed on anomalously small horse. A standard Foundation issue reading lamp anomalously activates and is propelled from its previous position on a nearby writing desk onto the floor. With the SCP-6507 instance still positioned in the horse-like animal's saddle, the horse-like anomaly walks into the lamp's lightbulb, and both demanifest. After 6.5 seconds, the Mandala pasta-like SCP-6507-1 instance and the set demanifest, and it is determined that the SCP-6507 Event has concluded. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Commonly known as cowboy boots ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6507" by Blue Foot, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6507. Licensed under CC-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-6508

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SCP-6508 — Like Fish In A Tank Written by Nyelo. I don't like 'em putting chemicals in the water that turn the freakin' octopuses gay! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} . Item#: SCP-6508 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo . Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6508 is to be kept in the establishment where it was first discovered. The building is to be put on lockdown and permanently closed to the public. SCP-6508 is to undergo daily maintenance performed by a rotating roster composed of a janitor and a field agent. Assigned janitorial personnel must wear a protective suit to avoid direct contact with the anomaly. . A common octopus inside of SCP-6508. Description: SCP-6508 is a collection of 32 Mediterranean marine aquariums in El Arrecife.Spanish for "The Reef"., a specialized store in Huesca, Spain. All of the aquariums are populated by several species of marine animals. Any mass of water within SCP-6508 will exhibit its anomalous effects. When a living human being comes into contact with its water mass, it will become an SCP-6508-1 instance. SCP-6508-1 instances manifest physical traits analogous to one of the animals present in SCP-6508. The number of physical alternations is fluctuating and will only affect the body parts that have come in contact with SCP-6508's water mass. It is to note that some SCP-6508-1 instances have reported the loss of certain senses like smell, vision, or hearing due to no longer having the required facial structures. . Addendum 6508.1: The following table is a comprehensive list of the currently known SCP-6508-1 instances. . Name Occupation Analogous Fauna Status D-399023 Class D Personnel Mediterranean Red Sea Star In Containment Camila Gómez Romero Former Aquarium Store Employee, Confirmed Serpent's Hand Member European Spiny Lobster In Containment Javier Laguna García Former Aquarium Store Employee, Presumed Serpent's Hand Member Snakelocks Sea Anemone Unknown Sancho Martel Aznar SCP Foundation Site-399 Janitor Common Octopus Unknown . Addendum 6508.2: The following transcript details an incident featuring Sancho Martel Aznar, a janitor at Site-399, who was assigned to the maintenance of SCP-6508. Agent Blasco Samper Ruiz was also assigned to this task to secure the safety of the janitor. . Location: El Arrecife, Huesca Date/Time: January 15th, 2021 23:49 Personnel Present: Agt. Blasco Samper Ruiz Sancho Martel Aznar <BEGIN LOG> (Martel enters the Aquarium Store, followed by Agt. Samper who locks the door behind them.) . Agt. Samper: You can put the thing on. Martel: Understood. . (Martel slips on a protective suit and wraps a tool belt with cleaning products on his hips.) . Agt. Samper: Everything's good. Proceed. . (Sancho feeds the sea life before beginning the cleaning process.) . Agt. Samper: Is it just me or is it really hot in here? . (Martel turns around to face Agt. Samper, followed by unrecognizable mumbling.) . Agt. Samper: Sorry, I can't hear you with all of these fans. Can you take that thing off for a second? . (Martel removes the headpiece from his suit.) . Martel: The wavemakers, the dosing pumps, and all that stuff produces a lot of heat. We should turn on the AC. Agt. Samper: Oh, wow. You know a lot about aquariums. . (Martel shakes his head.) . Martel: Well, not really. They gave me a mini-seminar before sending us out here. Agt. Samper: I see. . (Martel resumes his tasks and begins cleaning the aquariums' glass.) . Agt. Samper: They only ever tell us the bare minimum and nothing else. Martel: Huh? Agt. Samper: We're only here to do the dirty work, we could get killed and they wouldn't bat an eye. . (Agt. Samper clenches his fists.) . Agt. Samper: I used to be close to Fátima before getting lured into this shithole. We barely even see each other anymore and when we do the only thing we talk about is work. Martel: Blasco? Are you feeling okay? Agt. Samper: Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just start rambling out of nowhere. Martel: I don't mind. I just had never seen you like this. . (Silence.) . Martel: By the way, Fátima? Isn't she the site director? Agt. Samper: The one and only. She's also my sister. Martel: How is that like? Agt. Samper: Well, she was the one who made me join the Foundation in the first place. She had been working for a decade before I got in. Although I'm not surprised she got that high up though, she's always been good at everything she does. Hell, I don't doubt she is capable of going beyond. . (Silence.) . Agt. Samper: Do you have siblings? Martel: No, I'm an only child. Though I don't know what having a sibling is like, sometimes I wish I had one so they could help me to get through. Agt. Samper: Fátima used to be like that when we were younger. Even though she always got perfect grades and the approval of our parents, she'd always make sure I'm okay. Martel: That must've been nice. Agt. Samper: Sancho. Martel: Yeah? Agt. Samper: I just want to tell you you're like a younger brother to me. So come to me if you need anything or just want to talk, okay? Martel: Thank you. . (An octopus splashes Sancho while he is distracted by the conversation.) . Martel: Shit. . (Agt. Samper runs toward Sancho.) . Agt. Samper: Are you okay? Martel: Just a bit dizzy. Shit. The suit. I didn't put the headpiece back on. Agt. Samper: Calm down. It's gonna be okay, you're gonna make it. Martel: But something is gonna happen to me, isn't it? Please tell me it won't hurt. Agt. Samper: No, no. It won't. . (Agt. Samper brings clean towels for Martel to dry himself. Sancho looks nauseous and barely can keep his equilibrium.) . Martel: What's gonna happen to me? Am I going to be contained? . (Agt. Samper holds Martel by the shoulder.) . Agt. Samper: Let's go get you back to Site-399. Everything is going to be okay. I promise. <END LOG> . After the events of the previous transcript, Mr. Martel became an SCP-6508-1 instance. His head assumed the form of an octopus vulgaris, almost identical to the one inside SCP-6508. The skin tone of the superior part of Mr. Martel's arms is now a hue matching the one of his head and presents several suction cups. After some discussion, it was decided that Mr. Martel would keep his position as a janitor on Site-399 and now he would be permanently assigned to SCP-6508's maintenance. . Addendum 6508.3: The following is a transcript of a second incident involving Sancho Martel Aznar. . Location: El Arrecife, Huesca Date/Time: January 22nd, 2021 22:31 Personnel Present: Agt. Blasco Samper Ruiz Sancho Martel Aznar <BEGIN LOG> (Mr. Martel and Agt. Samper are present in the building where SCP-6508 is located.) Agt. Samper: Hey, how are you feeling? Martel: I'm doing all right. Agt. Samper: Are you sure? Martel: Yeah. I mean, it's no big deal. (Both of them remain silent for the next 30 minutes as Mr. Martel cleans the aquariums.) Agt. Samper: Be right back, I need to go to the restroom. Martel: Okay. (A hooded figure exits its hiding spot under one of the tanks.) Unknown: Are you ready? Martel: Yes. Unknown: Did Camila tell you where you're going? Martel: She did. Let's just get this over with. Unknown: I must remind you. If you leave now, you can't ever return. Both of us know what the Jailors are capable of. Are you sure you want to proceed with this? (Sancho Martel nods.) Martel: Things haven't been the same since I transformed. Unknown: I understand. Let's begin, then. (The unidentified figure points toward one of the fish tanks inferior.) Unknown: Open that door. Martel: Yes, sir. Unknown: Oh, I almost forgot. (The unknown figure looks at the security camera before the video goes missing for the next 46 seconds.) (Agt. Samper returns to see that Mr. Martel is nowhere in sight.) Agt. Samper: Sancho? Where did you go? Sancho? Sancho! <END LOG> . Mr. Martel's whereabouts are currently unknown. However, it is presumed that Mr. Martel allied with the Serpent's Hand to orchestrate his escape. This is supported by a note left behind on SCP-6508's location. . To whoever is reading this, Being affected by SCP-6508 has completely changed my life and how I see the world. I do not expect you to understand why I'm making this decision but I'll try either way. Imagine that you have a job, a modest one, but it pays enough for you to live. You know that your employers are up to some sketchy stuff that you don't know about. For the greater good, probably. But still, it's stuff that you shouldn't know about. You wonder what is going on but never ask, you'd be taking a risk if you did. One day, while at work, you run into some trouble. You didn't mean to interfere but your job got too close to the danger and now, you're involved with the scary stuff you didn't want to deal with. Now everyone looks at you differently. They look at you with hatred in their eyes. You're different now, you're a weirdo. However, there's also something that you don't know. The weirdos look out for each other because they know what it means to be marginalized and isolated. I'm a weirdo now. Maybe you don't want me or don't know what to do with me. But they do. Goodbye, Jailors. — Sancho . . ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6508" by Nyelo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6508. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6509

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SCP-6509 By: (user deleted) Published on 12 Jul 2022 15:49 ▷ 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; } } SCP-6509 instance. Item №: SCP-6509 Threat Level: Classified ● Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-6509 instances have been removed from their original cartridge and contained in a high-security Safe-class storage vault. SCP-6509-α is stored in the Facility-9 morgue. Requests for firearm testing have been preemptively denied. Description: SCP-6509 is an assortment of rifle bullets possessing an abnormal resistance to the effects of retrocausal or reality-restructuring events. Each individual instance produces an extremely high-energy surrounding Hume field, causing the space in its immediate vicinity to become hyperreal. This allows SCP-6509 to persist through even highly extensive shifts in local spacetime. SCP-6509 was recovered from an abandoned building in the small town of Sipí, located in northern Colombia. All1 Most recovered instances display striations consistent with having been previously fired from a rifle. SCP-6509-α is an unidentified human corpse originally discovered lying on a rocky outcropping on the outskirts of Sipí. It was transferred from the local morgue to Foundation custody shortly after the release of the local coroner's report, which detailed several considerable anomalies affecting the body. SCP-6509-α's vocal chords have been surgically severed, likely some time prior to death. Fingerprints have been either physically removed or anomalously erased. Although biological evidence can be extracted, it matches no recorded existing person, making conclusive identification impossible. SCP-6509-α's surrounding Hume levels suggest that it likely possesses the same resistance to reality restructuring events as SCP-6509 itself. Cause of death has been determined as a single self-inflicted gunshot to the head. Upon transfer to Foundation custody, SCP-6509-α's personal possessions were also confiscated. At time of death, the subject was carrying on their person the following: Several unspent instances of SCP-6509. A non-anomalous M24 sniper rifle and M1911 pistol. Several torn scraps of paper, illegible due to water damage and black-marker redaction. While no actual text can be read, reconstruction attempts suggest that the documents may have been originally marked with the symbol of the United States occult military division PENTAGRAM. A photograph of several unidentifiable persons standing on a stage with their arms raised, smiling in the direction of the camera. A red flag, which matches that of no existing nation or movement, hangs in the background. A crowd of onlookers is present in the foreground, visibly celebrating. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6509" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6509. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6510

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Item #: SCP-6510 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6510 is kept in two separately-secured standard safe-class storage containers in Site-106. Requests for further testing should be directed to the Department of Procurement and Liquidation. One half of SCP-6510. Stored separately to prevent improper usage. Description: SCP-6510 is a pair of stainless steel ring piercings. SCP-6510's anomalous effects do not activate when worn on the earlobes, nasal septum, bellybutton, eyebrows, lips, tongue, or genitals, nor when only one of the two pieces is worn. SCP-6510's primary effect activates when both pieces are worn on human papilla mammaria. The wearer of SCP-6510 obtains the ability to accelerate SCP-6510 at up to 5g1. SCP-6510 applies a tensile force to the user's body, providing the capability for self-directed aerial motion. The acceleration of SCP-6510 is invariant to the mass of the wearer's body: regardless of body mass, subjects using SCP-6510 reach a consistent maximum acceleration. SCP-6510's secondary effect imparts increased tensile and compressive strength to its wearer's body tissues. The wearer's papilla mammaria become fully resistant to traumatic amputation. Wearers of SCP-6510 routinely survive high-velocity collisions without sustaining permanent injury. All wearers of SCP-6510 have reported perfect real-time control over SCP-6510. The pre-containment owner of SCP-6510 used it as a means of rapid airborne transport; replication of this capability for specialized Foundation agents has proven infeasible for reasons discovered in the course of testing. Test subjects universally report that SCP-6510 does not have any anesthetic effects, and neural activity scans show activate of the anterior cingulate consistent with pain induced by 5gs of acceleration upon the papilla mammaria. All attempts to redistribute the force applied by SCP-6510 on its wearer have nullified its primary effect. Footnotes 1. 1 g = 9.81 m/s2, the approximate acceleration experienced by an object within the earth's gravitational field at sea level ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6510" by LORDXVNV, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6510. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: Name: My nipple ring! I love finding long lost stuff in my desk Author: Rod Herrea License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr

SCP-6511

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CLEARANCE REQUIRED D01/0001 EYES ONLY EMERGENCY ACCESS The following file is banned from all access at any clearance level and quarantined from the SCP database. Access to this page is to only be attempted by the Department of One in the event of Contingency/0001 being called into effect. If you are not a member of the Department of One, stop reading immediately and close this page now. By opening the file below, you will immediately activate Contingency/0001 and understand the ramifications of such a process. This process cannot be reversed for any reason. By nature of your position you have been granted access to trigger Contingency/0001 without the need for Overseer Council oversight. It is trusted that you are aware of the circumstances requiring a Contingency/0001 activation and will not access this page early or without proximate and urgent need. If you wish to proceed with this action, a button only visible to you will permanently unlock the contents of this file. Open File – hide block Item #: SCP-6511 Special Containment Procedures: You are to read this document and follow the instructions within. Description: SCP-6511 is a series of emergency protocols causing the intentional and near-complete removal of the SCP Foundation and its constituent components from reality. SCP-6511 is this page and all instructions and information within it, which acts as the outward manifestation of these protocols. Do not stop reading. The mechanisms allowing for the existence of SCP-6511 are inherently encoded into all people, objects, and concepts adjacent to the Foundation. The utilization of SCP-6511 is dependent on the activation of Contingency/0001, a mechanism exclusively keyed to the Foundation Department of One. Please note that SCP-6511 is only to be used in a scenario where the Foundation's continued existence is a threat to itself and to established reality. The Department of One was created as part of initial formulation of SCP-6511. It is unique in that it consists of a single individual which acts as its entire staff at any and all points in time. The death of a Department of One is immediately followed by the appointment of a replacement, and only one can exist at a time. The current Department of One is to be isolated from the vast majority of Foundation operations and not to be given additional duties beyond those granted by their Department membership. The preservation of the Department of One is to be ensured at all costs. If you are reading this version of the document, you possess Department of One clearance. In a scenario where SCP-6511 protocols must be executed, it is currently your responsibility to activate the mechanism, neutralize the threat, and restore the SCP Foundation. By the nature of the consequences of activating SCP-6511, it is unknown how much of this or any other information you will retain following the activation. Potential threats that may require the activation of SCP-6511 are, by the nature of this protocol, almost entirely unknown and not understood. There is very little information available to prepare the Department of One for their duty apart from that which resides in this document. The success of the Department of One in restoring the Foundation is dependent almost entirely on factors outside of the Foundation's control. For these reasons, SCP-6511 should only be activated in cases where any other option would result in the destruction of the SCP Foundation or worse. The origins and creators of SCP-6511 are currently unknown. Similarly, the record of Contingency/0001 activations is also unknown, although inconsistencies in historical records of the Foundation suggest possible reference points. By virtue of your position, you are also believed to have knowledge of the SCP-6511 activation record that is not available to any other member of the Foundation; however, this suspicion has never been confirmed by you or any of your predecessors. If you have reached this section of the file, Contingency/0001 has already been activated. Continue reading for further instructions. Do not stop reading under any circumstances. The Department of One, which is yourself, is a division of the Foundation that exists entirely outside of its sectional hierarchy. It is imperative that you understand the full responsibilities of the Department of One before you are forced to begin them shortly. You are not safe here. The SCP Foundation has, for nearly the entirety of its existence, enjoyed the position of reigning warden over the anomalous world, if not the world at large itself. It wields nearly-unlimited political, financial, and physical power to the point that opposition to our goals is easily understood, confronted, or managed through the employment of the resources at our disposal. We have weathered many storms and come out relatively intact. We are tempted to view ourselves as the apex predators of the anomalous world. However, the greatest misconception of the average Foundation employee is that this does not mean we are invincible. Imagine a being with the traits of a perfect predator. A being that can match its prey's every move, parrying all attacks and breaking every defense, knowing exactly where it is at all times. These beings are the ultimate liability for the Foundation. A sufficiently powerful organization, entity, or other unknown force with the ability to relentlessly, completely and instantly fix upon targets without needing even its knowledge is the only unbeatable threat to the Foundation. It will run. It will follow. It will shake off and adapt to our every attempt at attack. But we are paralyzed; so resiliently stable, so swelled with our own power that nothing can stop the inevitable point where it finds our neon sign and pounces. When an entity is rendered prey, it essentially has two options — fight or flight; direct confrontation to neutralize the threat, or simply evading it until it is eventually shaken or lured away. But the perfect predator is unfazed by either — it will keep stalking you, never running out of energy or resources no matter how far you go; and, when you least expect it, it will destroy you in an instant, leaving no trace, no time for you even to scream. Evolution will create such beings — ideal survivors, feeders, lurking in every corner of the anomalous world. Perfect defense is nothing to the perfect predator. In the face of such an entity, the only creatures that have a chance to survive are something entirely new. A perfect hider. Something with the ability not just to run, but to disappear. The ultimate form of playing dead - to die for so long that the hunter that has marked you will grow bored of the chase, wither away, or even die. It is a waiting game, and for the entirety of that game, you must never, ever be found. If the Foundation is made the quarry of this hypothetical being, it must hide. These entities are real, and Department of One protocols are engaged when the SCP Foundation is targeted by such a predator. The origin of this text is unknown. The activation of Contingency/0001 and the opening of this file implies that such a threat to the Foundation has been identified; not only this, but this threat is here, present, and further existence of the Foundation in its current form is no longer possible. If this file has been opened, the entity that has caused the activation of this iteration of the Department of One has already detected the Foundation. It is impossible to say how close it is to seeing you. The protocols that you are responsible for are the process by which the SCP Foundation, its history and record of existence, and its knowledge as a concept, are changed into a vastly different form that allows for it to remain undetected and absent from the world for an indefinite, extended period of time. They are strictly only to be employed when all other options of dealing with an existential threat to the Foundation have been exhausted, and it is decided that the destruction of the Foundation is preferable to the alternative. The Department of One is the failsafe that is attached to this act of self-destruction. Its duty is to reverse the restructured reality and return the Foundation to normal existence when the time is right. The Department is the sentinel, the torchbearer that watches the threat for as long as it can, that holds the key that resurrects the Foundation from its long and deep sleep. They are the sole remaining employee of the Foundation during these periods, the key to unlock the shallow coffin. You are the designated survivor of the SCP Foundation. As of your reading of this text, the SCP Foundation has been dissolved effective immediately. Unlocking this secure page and connecting it to the main SCP database has released a rapid-affecting computer virus that is designed to circumvent all RAISA firewalls and lock the entirety of the Foundation's operating servers. Reality must be prepared for the change, and the lights are going out, one by one. You are currently the only remaining employee of the Foundation. You will receive no further contact or communication from any other member from the Foundation, including the Overseer Council, as it no longer exists. Your sole directive is to ensure the survival of the Foundation by any means necessary. If you have reached this section of the file, the current operational state of the Foundation has been saved and encoded in a secure location. Continue reading for further instructions. These are instructions for the end of the world. You are to watch as the Foundation crumbles and turns into ash before your eyes. You are to feel the world shrink around you, collecting every last trace of that which must not be seen and hiding it away until the only remains are empty space. You will feel the taste of every fragment as it breaks away from the whole. You are to stand in the midst of the space. You are to ignore the dark creeping in at the edges of your eyes. You are to wait until it reaches you and the borders of unreality nip at your skin. You will know that all is finally locked away. You are to close your eyes so that you can remember the shape and the texture of the SCP Foundation in your hands. You are to burn the image of its disintegration into your brain so that when you find yourself forgetful on the other side of the door, you will still see us in your dreams. You are to be responsible for the end of the SCP Foundation. You are to attempt not to cry out as the rapidly cascading reality finally shatters onto your body. You will fail. Remember what you say. You are to awaken in a world that has never seen the Foundation in a life that you have always lived. You are to try and remember. You are to be followed by an enemy which takes a form that is unknowable. You are to be hunted to the death. You are to try and remember. You are to avoid death or destruction. You are to survive as long as is necessary until you understand how the threat is to be neutralized. You are to try and remember. You will wait. You are the prisoner of time. You will watch just as it watches you. You will find a way to revert the changes in reality only when it is safe to do so. You must determine when safety is guaranteed. You are to bring back the SCP Foundation from a world where it does not and has never existed. We cannot tell you how this is done. We do not know. We have never known. You are to become one. If you have reached this section of the file, the Foundation's physical and informational structure has now been crippled beyond regular function. To conclude the CK-Class Reality Restructure, continue reading and follow the instructions below. You are to read your eulogy. There is a dead tree just outside your window, where the last traces of the Foundation lie. You stand in the remnants of its shattered form. You breathe in its ashes every time you inhale. Walk to it. You are responsible for the continued survival of the SCP Foundation and the consensus reality that is tied to it. You have always been responsible since the day you were selected and told you were the Department of One, and told that your only job was to sit there, and live, and waste away, until you received the secure message telling you to find this file in the database and open it. You thought you would never receive that message, that they had all forgotten about you because it was their job to. You were not told that this was always to be your final resting place, and that this was decided the moment you became what you were. In one sense, you are the only one that will remain alive past the break in reality. In another, you are the only one that will die. Everything else in this reality will be effortlessly restored when you return with your mission complete. They will not know that for a time indefinite, they did not exist and never existed. It is your responsibility to know that you destroyed them all, and then you will forget. You die when you forget that you lived this life in the first place. You will forget your entire life, the world you were a part of, the words that are written on this page. That's the one catch in the plan we have never been able to figure out. You are now alone in a dead reality. You have received all the documentation for your role as the Department of One. There is no other help to give. The file has run out. You will leave everything behind. You lived a good, honorable life. Watch the tree carefully. Proceed to the designated location. This file will be the only one left online. Read to the very end of this file. You are not safe here. But the Foundation will be. You have reached the end of this file. Contingency/0001 is now complete. To execute all SCP-6511 protocols, find a resting place. You will be woken momentarily. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6511" by Modulum, pr0m37h3um and stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6512

euclid

Item #: SCP-6512 Special Containment Procedures: All 12 SCP-6512 instances are currently contained by GoI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions) as per the Boring Agreement1. The Foundation has assisted GoI-466 in constructing appropriately sized pens in order to house SCP-6512. MTF Phi-2 (“Clever Girls”) have been assigned to monitor the anomaly in conjunction with MTF Beta-4 (“Castaways”). Description: SCP-6512 are large bipedal theropods measuring between 10-12 meters in length, 3-4 meters in height at the hip, and weighing between 7-9 metric tons. Instances of SCP-6512 visually resemble the Tyrannosaurus rex from the 1993 film Jurassic Park. Addendum 6512.1: Discovery and Initial Containment SCP-6512 was initially discovered at a farmstead in the outskirts of Boring, Oregon. As the premiere animal control service of Clackamas county, Wilson's Wildlife Solutions were contacted by a civilian who reported "dinosaurs are in my barn". Faeowynn Wilson, the executive director of WWS, immediately dispatched MTF Beta-4. However, the Task Force was ill-prepared to capture SCP-6512 instances. Attached below is a log of Wilson's conversation with GoI-466 liaison Roger Tarpan following the discovery of SCP-6512. <BEGIN LOG> Tarpan: Hello Miss Wilson, to what do I owe the pleasure? Wilson: Dinosaurs. Tarpan: Come again? Wilson: There are dinosaurs out here. Tarpan: Oh. Interesting. To the best of our knowledge, Boring only manifested non-extinct animals as part of i— Wilson: There are five god damn T. Rexes stomping around a barn and Esau2 said she and her gang can't catch them. Tarpan: Did you say T. Rex? I'll get command on the phone. Stand by, I will send over military forces. Wilson: Wait, no! They're not really attacking. Tarpan: What? Wilson: Well… they're just sort of milling about. All they've done is peck at the ground. Tarpan: So they haven't harmed anyone? Wilson: No. According to some of the guys, they even seem friendly. They did, however, apparently eat some chickens. Tarpan: I see. Well, fortunately, we have a group that specializes in capturing dinosaurs and things of that nature. Wilson: …really? Tarpan: We like to be prepared for any outcome. Wilson: Huh. I knew the Supervisors were resourceful but this is kind of silly. Tarpan: We have contingency plans for contingency plans for contingency plans. We're very well-funded. Anyway, the Clever Girls will be touching down in Boring within an hour. Wilson: Okay, well I'm glad we're in good ha— wait a minute, is that a fucking Jurassic Park joke? Tarpan: This is what happens when you let the Task Forces name themselves. Haven't you noticed Esau's gang has a goofy name? Wilson: Castaways? I don't— Tarpan: Wilson? Wilson: Yeah? Tarpan: No, like the ball. Wilson: What? Tarpan: Tom Hanks? Wilson: Oh, God damn it. <END LOG> Shortly after arriving, MTF Phi-2 assisted MTF Beta-4 in containing the 5 present SCP-6512 instances utilizing specialized capture equipment and transport vehicles. Upon being brought back to the Wilson Center, the instances were placed into multiple Large Animal Enclosures, which were only large enough for temporary containment. The Foundation then deployed MTF Gamma-32A ("Can We Build It?"); a Task Force specializing in rapid construction of in-situ containment sites. Utilizing advanced para-technology and thaumaturgic rituals, they were able to create appropriately-sized enclosures for the present SCP-6512 instances within 4 hours. Addendum 6512.2: Continued Manifestations 8 days following the initial appearance of SCP-6512 in Boring, 3 additional instances manifested in the same location. Due to this, Faeowynn Wilson and Captain Esau were tasked with investigating the anomaly and interviewed the property owner, one Marshall Smith. Attached below is a recorded interview log between Wilson, Esau, and Smith following the relocation of SCP-6512 instances from his property. <BEGIN LOG> Wilson: Heya, Marsh. This is Captain Ingrid Esau, I think you may have met her last week. Esau: Hello. Smith: Uh. Yeah. Been quite a week. Wilson: I can imagine. I'm sure those dinosaurs gave you and your family quite a fright. Smith: Yeah. In the mornings I like to let Junior out into the barn so he can collect chicken eggs. I let him out that day, no problem, and next thing I know he's screaming bloody murder, saying there's monsters out back. Wilson: Yikes. How is Junior holding up? Smith: He still likes to go play with the chickens, so it probably didn't scare him too bad. Esau: That's good to hear. I loved dinosaurs when I was a kid, so I would have probably been overjoyed to see one up close like that. Smith: Uh. Sure. You say that, but with all due respect, you haven't had them terrorize you or your family. Esau: True. I apologize. Wilson: Tell me, Marsh, did you notice anything weird before these T. Rexes appeared? [There is a brief silence. The sound of chickens clucking in the background is audible.] Smith: Well… Some of my chickens have been getting sick lately. Esau: Oh? Smith: Yeah. Not really sure what to make of it. They've been losing their feathers and kind of getting bloated? It's weird. Wilson: Captain, are you familiar with any disease that could affect poultry like that? Esau: Not off the top of my head, no. Smith: You know what's even weirder is that those T. Rexes ate the chickens that were sick, but none of the healthy ones. [There is a brief silence. A recorded roar is heard in the distance as Marshall Smith Junior plays with a toy dinosaur, as well as the sound of chickens clucking.] Smith: Junior, stop chasing those poor chickens. Smith Junior: Yes, daddy. Wilson: I like your toy. It's cool how it has feathers! Smith Junior: Yeah! Real dinosaurs have feathers! Smith: What do you say to the nice lady, Junior? Smith Junior: Thank you, Miss Wilson! Wilson: Please, call me Fae. And you're welcome! Esau: I have a question, Mister Smith. Do you have any more sick chickens here? Smith: As a matter of fact, I do. You see those two chickens that Junior was chasing over there? They started molting something fierce half an hour ago, after he came back out to check for eggs and your guys took away the T. Rexes. Esau: May I take a look at them? Smith: Be my guest. [There is a silence between them. The clucking of agitated chickens is audible as Esau grabs one.] Esau: Hmm. Just as you mentioned. Her feathers are falling out in my hand. And it looks really big. It's a miracle it's even standing, I think. Wilson: What do you think it is? Esau: Don't know. I'd have to take her back to the Center to get a good look at her and try to figure out what's wrong. Would you mind if I took this one, Mister Smith? Smith: If it will help get to the bottom of this, sure. Wilson: Alright, Marsh. We'll get out of your hair. Sorry to have bugged you for an interview, but the Supervisors wanted us to be thorough. Smith: No worries, Fae. How is Alex, by the way? Wilson: He's good, I'll tell him you said hi! <END LOG> Initial testing on the chicken recovered by Esau did not provide any insights as to what may be affecting it. However, 3 hours following the departure of Wilson and Esau from Smith's homestead, the chicken transformed into an SCP-6512 instance, destroying part of the Annex and causing a minor containment breach of 3 other anomalous animals. At the same time, Smith called the Wilson Center to report an SCP-6512 manifestation event. MTF Phi-2 and MTF Beta-4 were deployed to contain the instances, and MTF Gamma-32A was deployed in order to construct additional enclosures. Following this, an emergency meeting between Wilson, Esau, Tarpan, and Smith was called to address the constant manifestations. Attached below is a recorded log of the meeting. <BEGIN LOG> Tarpan: Okay. So— Smith: I need this to stop. Tarpan: I understand that, and— Smith: You clearly don't, because this is still happening. Every time this happens, your guys show up in their massive trucks and destroy my land. My chickens are all disappearing. I don't feel safe letting my son go outside anymore because those damn things keep appearing. Wilson: To be fair, they are quite docile. Smith: Fae, you can't be serious. Do you not see how crazy this is?! Tarpan: If we could just— Esau: I think Miss Wilson has a point. They don't really do anything. And they're not eating your chickens, they are your chickens. Smith: Those things are not my chickens. Tarpan: If I could have the floo— Wilson: You saw the footage, Marsh! Your chicken turned into it! She's sitting in our enclosures right now! Esau: Really, the only danger they pose is the sudden growth. I'm glad I wasn't in the room when it happened. [Tarpan, having moved towards the driver's window of the Wilson truck, blasts its horn repeatedly.] Wilson: Roger, what the hell?! Tarpan: Ahem. There has to be a common occurrence between all these manifestations. Esau: Hmm. All I really know is that this goes back to the chickens. Smith: Like I said before, those things aren't my chickens and— [Tarpan blasts the horn again.] Tarpan: Focus. Wilson: Can you stop that, Roger?! Esau: Mister Smith, you mentioned your son discovering them the first time. Maybe he has something to do with it? Smith: He's not a thaumaturge, we tested him for any latent abilities, if that's what you're implying. Wilson: Another normal Nancy just like me, eh? Heh. [The sound of Smith Junior's toy dinosaur roar is audible in the background.] Smith: Junior, what have I told you? Take your toys inside and stay away from the chickens. Smith Junior: Sorry, daddy. Esau: Wait a minute. Didn't he have that toy when we were here, Miss Wilson? Wilson: Now that I think about it, yes he did. Do you think maybe they're related? Tarpan: How long has he had the toy? Smith: I got it for him last week, right before… right before the first dinosaurs showed up. Tarpan: There we have it, ladies and gentlemen. Smith: I don't believe the toy caused it. There's no way. No one would just sell a toy that does that. Esau: Well, why don't we just wait a few hours and find out? Smith: And if I'm right and the toy isn't the cause? Esau: Oh come on. Tarpan: We can resolve this right now, if you just take that toy from your son. Smith: I won't. He loves that toy. He hasn't let it out of his sight ever since he got it. Wilson: Marsh, if the chickens don't turn into dinosaurs, I will personally have the Center host a benefit event to cover the cost of sodding your land and replacing your chickens. Smith: Fine. You're on. [There is a two-minute silence.] Smith: Do you all want to come inside for coffee? Tarpan: Sure. Esau: Yeah. Wilson: Thank you, Marsh. [THREE HOURS OF EXTRANEOUS DATA REDACTED—AVAILABLE TO PERSONNEL UPON REQUEST] Smith: So it's about that time. What do you say we go outside a— [A loud clatter is audible outside. SCP-6512 cries are audible shortly afterwards.] Smith: Sigh. Fine. Junior, give your toy to Mister Tarpan. Smith Junior: But daddy I— Tarpan: Don't worry, son. We'll get you a non-anomalous one. <END LOG> NOTICE SCP-6512 currently has revisions pending, visible in blue. Please review these revisions before pushing a file update. Display new SCP-6512 file? Hide SCP-6512 Item #: SCP-6512 Special Containment Procedures: All 12 SCP-6512-A instances are currently contained by GoI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions) as per the Boring Agreement3. The Foundation has assisted GoI-466 in constructing appropriately sized pens in order to house SCP-6512-B. MTF Phi-2 (“Clever Girls”) have been assigned to monitor the anomaly in conjunction with MTF Beta-4 (“Castaways”). SCP-6512-B is currently contained in an anomalous objects locker at Site-64. Testing with the object is prohibited. Description: SCP-6512 is the designation assigned to two related anomalies. SCP-6512-A are large bipedal theropods measuring between 10-12 meters in length, 3-4 meters in height at the hip, and weighing between 7-9 metric tons. Instances of SCP-6512-A visually resemble the Tyrannosaurus rex from the 1993 film Jurassic Park. SCP-6512-B is a toy dinosaur resembling a Tyrannosaurus rex. Unlike most popular dinosaur toys, it is feathered, possessing a dark brown and red plumage. A button is present on the object's back, which, when pressed, causes it to emit a loud roaring sound. If any chickens (Gallus domesticus) are within SCP-6512-B's audible range4, they will be transformed into SCP-6512-A instances over the course of 3 hours. Sent by: Faeowynn Wilson Recipient(s): Roger Tarpan Subject: Restitution for Mr. Smith Mr. Tarpan, It's been a few days. Do you plan on restituting Marsh for the damage that the Clever Girls did to his property? He had a claims adjuster go there yesterday and they told him it was going to be about $300,000 all things said. - Fae From: Roger Tarpan To: Faeowynn Wilson Subject: RE: Restitution for Mr. Smith Fae, Our records indicate that you reached an agreement with Marshall about restitution for his property damages while we were discussing SCP-6512 in his house. For this reason, the Foundation believes that Wilson's Wildlife Solutions should be the ones to take on this venture. Yours, Roger Tarpan Site-64 Secure. Contain. Protect. Sent by: Faeowynn Wilson Recipient(s): Roger Tarpan Subject: RE: RE: Restitution for Mr. Smith Wow, seriously? All this talk about limitless resources and contingency plans and you're trying to stick us with the bill? 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Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6512. Licensed under CC-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: middlefinger.jpg Name: Macaque showing the middle finger.jpg Author: Dwi Agung Sulistyo License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Link Footnotes 1. Following the Ursus Maritimus Incident of 2008, the Boring Agreement was created as a binding document which allows Wilson's Wildlife Solutions to handle the containment of Euclid or Safe fauna based anomalies within Clackamas County under supervision of the SCP Foundation. 2. Captain Ingrid Esau, MTF Beta-4's commander. 3. Following the Ursus Maritimus Incident of 2008, the Boring Agreement was created as a binding document which allows Wilson's Wildlife Solutions to handle the containment of Euclid or Safe fauna based anomalies within Clackamas County under supervision of the SCP Foundation. 4. Testing to determine SCP-6512-B's audible range on chickens has been preemptively suspended, citing logistics reasons.

SCP-6513

keter

 close Info X This article contains grotesque violence, gore, extremely light sexual themes, and toe-based horror. This article, although not NSFW, is not suitable for young readers. ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-6513 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of wild SCP-6513 instances is to be handled solely by agents of Mobile Task Force Zeta-29 ("Blood Brothers"). Due to the deleterious nature of SCP-6513 wild populations to civilians, force against observed entities has been authorized due to the single instance already existing in containment for research purposes. Agents of MTF Zeta-29 without military training are to orchestrate cleanup and amnestic distribution operations under a cover story of the affected subjects’ participation in the fictitious GoI “Church of the Seven-Armed Christ,” a cover story used to explain violent self-detonations with no apparent cause. SCP-6513 subjects that have been terminated in public areas, either by Foundation members, civilians, or environmental objects, are to be cleaned under the cover story of supervising agents’ choosing. A single mature instance of SCP-6513 is kept dehydrated in a low-priority containment archive. Due to the anomaly’s biological processes, no maintenance is required besides the presence of standard dehumidifier practices for anomaly archival. No water is to enter the SCP-6513 locker. Description: SCP-6513 is an unknown animalian organism, theorized to be in the platyhelminthes phylum, that imitates the human big toe. It has a number of complex biological, psychological, memetic, and perceptual anomalies associated with its life cycle, which are still in the process of being understood. SCP-6513 eggs are laid inside claw and chute-based gashapon vending machinery located in grocery stores, convenience stores, and amusement parks along the Eastern Seaboard of North America, with regional populations flourishing in the cities of New York City and New Orleans. At this stage, the organism’s egg resembles a brightly colored plastic container with a mild antimemetic effect. The organism at this point remains dormant, but after 6 weeks it becomes developed enough to shed the antimeme and begin psionically searching out for the brainwaves that indicate a correct host. Suitable hosts for SCP-6513 fall into a number of criteria: They must be children with at least one parent. Their home must have at least one source of water. They must be taking hip-hop dance classes that utilize techniques seen in mainstream representation of the form, as opposed to traditional, improvisatory amateur ones. Once the thoughts that indicate the correct hosts are detected within the range of the eggs, SCP-6513 instances begin producing a powerful memetic effect. Subjects are drawn towards the egg, and the machine within which it is laid, in order to purchase it. In a distinctive color pattern on the egg’s surface, the words “BIG DAVE FABULOUS TOE-FUN JUST SOAK” are perceived. These words and their corresponding letters do not actually exist. Once a subject buys an SCP-6513 instance and takes it home, the organism enters the second stage of its life cycle. Once opened, the hatched organism attaches to, consumes, and imitates the host’s hallux, or big toe, much in the same way the parasitic isopod Cymothoa exigua detaches and imitates the tongues of fish species. SCP-6513 instances possess both chemical and psionic anesthetic compounds to reduce alarm during this process, and most individuals will use SCP-6513 as a detachable replacement toe with little to no stress for roughly four months. If detached at this stage, SCP-6513 can survive indefinitely on little-to-no nutrients in a state of dormancy until fed again. SCP-6513 are hermaphroditic, and capable of laying fully fertilized eggs. When an organism enters the final phase of its life cycle, it sends targeted neurotransmitters through the blood stream encouraging the host to detach it and place it in a standing body of warm water under the guise that the fake toe is a “magic grow” capsule toy. Once in water, the organism will slowly begin to expand, growing organs that resemble granulomas and additional toenails, until it is a engorged rough sphere about a meter in diameter. This is the only stage in its life cycle that SCP-6513 is capable of perambulation, usually via rolling. It then proceeds to attempt to absorb any nearby organisms into its own body mass. First, it “primes” the surrounding environment by emitting a final burst of psionic anaesthetic that locks in with known neural pathways observed during the feeding stage, keeping the host and any nearby individuals both in a state of contentment and with an elevated heart rate. Once this is done, it rolls to “primed” organisms and incorporates them. Research theorizes this process provides an unknown nutrient to aid development of offspring. SCP-6513 instances are extremely fragile at this stage, and can be stopped if a nearby individual merely prods the side of the dermis, causing the developing eggs inside to agitate and the organism to rupture, ending the “priming” process. An unimpeded organism will cloak itself in an antimemetic field to avoid detection, and will roll to, and then inside, the nearest vending mechanism to lay its eggs. However, as this process can be dangerous due to the fragility of instances, only 5.6% of final stage organisms successfully reproduce. To make up for this discrepancy, SCP-6513 instances lay prodigious numbers of eggs, upwards of 2,000 each, in the hope that some offspring will survive and continue the cycle. Addendum: A full record of the final stage of an SCP-6513 organism’s life was captured on the home security camera of the Boxwell family of Charlotte, North Carolina, USA. As of Friday, 6/8/2018, this instance had successfully replaced the halluxes of Amy Boxwell (43), a dance and yoga instructor at ShakeWELL Studios, and her two daughters Juliette (13) and Mackenzie (9), the original hosts and both dance students themselves. All three subjects regularly swapped the instance between their own feet, allowing it to form chemical connections with all three. Husband Marcus (50) was unaware of the instance. The use of an adult host is unusual in this case, although it is theorized the combination of Mrs. Boxwell’s profession and demeanor may have caused the instance to accept her. Begin Log Captured on HALLWAY_CAMERA_ONE, facing down an upstairs hallway towards the living room below. Juliette and Mackenzie Boxwell climb up the stairs and pass by the camera as they enter their bathroom. The following dialogue is audible. Juliette Boxwell: Are you sure about this? Mackenzie Boxwell: Totally, Jul! You’re supposed to do this next part, duh! And I thought you were too old to play with toys! Juliette Boxwell: Hey, I am! The toe-fun’s not a toy! Mackenzie Boxwell: You’re just gonna miss having a big toe is all! Juliette Boxwell: Am not! Mackenzie Boxwell: Shut up, give it over. Juliette Boxwell groans, and there is a soft ‘pop’ noise. Analysis and cleanup of the audio indicates a faint wet, viscous noise. Mackenzie Boxwell: Ew. Juliette Boxwell: Hey, your foot looks like that too, you know! Mackenzie Boxwell: I said shut up! There is the sound of water running for 2 minutes, then it shuts off. A plop noise follows. Mackenzie and Juliette Boxwell leave after another minute, discussing an episode of “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” as they walk downstairs under the camera. Juliette Boxwell hobbles slightly on their right foot. They leave the living room to the left and become inaudible. A prolonged period of stillness lasting an hour. Mackenzie Boxwell enters frame, presumably to enter the kitchen on the right, as two minutes later she comes back with some kind of canned beverage, product name indiscernible. No further activity for another twenty minutes. Amy Boxwell enters the home from the front door on the left, dressed in a jacket thrown over workout clothes. Amy Boxwell: Hey girls! Juliette Boxwell: (inaudible) Amy Boxwell: Is it the day? Mackenzie Boxwell: (faint) Yep! Amy Boxwell throws her coat over the back of a chair and runs upstairs two steps at a time. She leaves to the bathroom on the right. Pause of a minute and a half. Mackenzie and Juliette Boxwell enter the living room from the left, staring up towards the bathroom and by extension the camera. They look at each other, talking inaudibly. Amy Boxwell: Mack, did you do this right? Mackenzie Boxwell: (shouting) Yeah, why? Amy Boxwell: It just looks kind of sick, dear. I’m not sure you know how to take care of your toys. Mackenzie Boxwell: (shouting) Ugh, god, Mom! Juliette Boxwell: (shouting) Maybe it will look better once it’s all done! Amy Boxwell enters from the bathroom and leans on the hallway railing. Amy Boxwell: I hope so, I need to have all ten toes for this new routine I’m choreographing for the littles and if you messed this up— Juliette Boxwell: (shouting) Mom, it’s gonna be fine, okay?! Leave us alone! Amy Boxwell shrugs and walks down the stairs. Mackenzie and Juliette Boxwell appear to lose interest and walk out of frame to the left. Pause of over an hour. Amy Boxwell is sitting on the couch browsing the internet on a laptop computer. Juliette Boxwell enters from the left and runs up the stairs, stopping at the top to look into the bathroom. She looks uneasy. She exits to the left again. Pause of ten minutes. Juliette Boxwell enters from the left in a new outfit, a set of leggings and a crop top. She runs down the stairs and talks to Amy Boxwell, who points and appears animated. The dialogue is not audible. From Juliette Boxwell’s body language she is not happy. She leaves downstairs to the left again. Pause of 15 minutes. Mackenzie Boxwell crosses the living room to the right. The camera shakes. Pause of one minutes. A large fleshy object, assumed to be the engorged, mature SCP-6513 instance, enters from the left, sluggishly rolling. The instance appears infected, with a soft, pliable surface marked by splotches. Pus leaks from the granulomas of the multiple toenails. One small toenail appears to be painted a dark color. This is assumed to be the “original” from Juliette Boxwell’s body. Amy Boxwell stands, hearing the noise, and turns around. She screams. The instance immediately recoils from the sound, it’s surface undulating. Amy Boxwell backs away. The instance wiggles abruptly, and its granulomas promptly pulse, producing a rhythmic vibration. Foundation musicologists have theorized this rhythm is an attempt to imitate the New Orleans style of hip-hop known as bounce music, potentially that of the 2018 Big Freedia song “Strut”, which Amy Boxwell had choreographed a routine to earlier that month. Amy Boxwell appears to be affected by the psionic priming and begins to dance. The camera captures her appearing to relax her shoulders and smile as she moves down the stairs in coordinated rhythmic movements. While some of the precise movements of the arms and hips appear to correspond to the notes for the "Strut" routine, the vast majority of the dance appears to be improvised. The SCP-6513 instance begins to roll down the stairs after her. Juliette and Mackenzie Boxwell enter from the left in a panic, having seemingly run up the basement stairs. However, as soon as they step into the space they too appear to relax and begin to dance. Due to a combination of spins, hip-drops, and a single cartwheel, Amy Boxwell is now farther away than her daughters from the instance. The three engage in dance movements to the rhythmic pulsing, each following their own movement combinations, until the instance approaches Juliette Boxwell, the closest subject. Juliette Boxwell attempts a ducking-and-weaving motion. The top of her scalp brushes the SCP-6513 instance and fuses. She is lifted off the ground slowly as it swerves and continues to roll. As she is lifted, more and more of her body begins to fuse with the instance, appearing on the camera to be sucked in to its internal structure. Her body attempts to continue the dancing even once off the ground, the legs flailing rhythmically in midair as her torso is rotated upwards. Mackenzie Boxwell shrieks in glee upon seeing this. She deliberately shuffles into the side of the SCP-6513 instance as it continues to pursue Amy Boxwell. The left side of Mackenzie Boxwell's body fuses with the instance and it wobbles as her left arm, left leg, and half of her torso and head merge with the instance. She giggles. It appears her left eye and several fingers rotate around the back of the instance before seemingly melting and becoming absorbed. Her right limbs jerk erratically as if still trying to follow a beat. The rest of her body is soon incorporated. Amy Boxwell brushes her hair out of her face and smiles upon seeing Mackenzie Boxwell's death. She pirouettes and leaps around the sofa and the side of the instance (obscured from the camera on this view by the instance.) She slaps her thighs, claps, and begins to move her hips with her hands raised, a movement that itself turns into movements similar the twerk dance move, and eventually grinding movements, on the SCP-6513 instance. Marcus Boxwell enters the space from the left, seemingly returning home from work, and stands suddenly very still upon seeing his spouse and the instance. He drops a briefcase. The SCP-6513 instance fuses with Amy Boxwell's posterior. Marcus Boxwell: Amy?! What the—what, huh, hah, Jesus, what the fuck?! What the fuck is that thing?! Amy Boxwell: Come shake it with me, honey! Marcus Boxwell: (screaming) Amy Boxwell attempts a gyrating movement taken from Caribbean dancehall dances, but cannot due to her posterior and the backs of her thighs having fused with the instance. Marcus Boxwell runs and grabs her arms, attempting to pull her out of the instance, but cannot manage it. The entirety of her lower half fuses and her torso is now full horizontal from Marcus Boxwell's pulling. Marcus Boxwell: I'm gonna save you, baby, please, I'm gonna save you. Amy Boxwell's head lolls and she smiles. Marcus Boxwell: I'm gonna get you out of there, I promise! Amy Boxwell: I don't wanna, I'm purified… Marcus Boxwell: What? Amy Boxwell: Marcus, sweetie, we don't dance anymore! Dance with me! Marcus Boxwell: (grunting as he tugs) Amy Boxwell: You don't dance like the old days. No more. Amy Boxwell is pulled into the instance as it absorbs more of her torso. The sudden jolt causes Marcus Boxwell to stumble, and his fingers accidentally prod the side of the instance. It wobbles and begins to swell slightly as bruises form across its mass and the partially absorbed mass of Amy Boxwell, who smiles and sighs. The entire form, including Amy Boxwell's body, explodes outwards, coating the room in blood, viscera, and remnants of ruined clothes as much of the room's furniture is destroyed by the blast. Marcus Boxwell is propelled back outside and lands against the tires of his Toyota Corolla parked outside, captured on LAWN_CAMERA_ONE. The tires are partially destroyed by the impact, and the front lawn and road are partially coated in a mixture of viscera and rubber. Marcus Boxwell slumps to the ground. Amy Boxwell's facial skin has landed inside-out on his face, and as he sits up he slowly peels it off. A small pile of viscera in the center of the house containing the eggs quivers before deflating slightly. There is the slight background babble of neighbors drawn by the music and explosion noises. Marcus Boxwell looks down at the piece of skin in his hand, but his reaction is hard to discern due to a piece of viscera on the camera lens. End Log Marcus Boxwell was given Class B amnestics during his hospital treatment for spinal injuries and told that his wife's dance studio had been infiltrated by a cultist from the “Church of the Seven-Armed Christ,” who had begun an affair with her. He was also informed that this cultist had encouraged his wife and children to play around with a pressurized gas tank as part of the church's rituals while he was at work. Neighbors who witnessed the aftermath of the instance's death were given Class A amnestics and informed that there had been a severe cockroach infestation on the premises, and thus the Boxwell family had moved prior to the cleaning crew's arrival. The local Publix grocery store was found to contain roughly 5,700 eggs spread across fifteen machines, greatly outnumbering the number of nonanomalous toys present. All were terminated. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6513" by LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. 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