Some More Dead Men - SCP Foundation

August 2, 2020

Item #: SCP-001

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001 is to be contained at Site-01. Under no circumstances are other anomalous objects to be contai…

O5-1, formerly known as Dr. G, reread the file on SCP-001, or at least one of the SCP-001 entries. When he was a Level-3 researcher for over 10 years, he always wondered what was the true SCP-001. That psycho Bright thought that it was some kind of factory that made anomalies. Of course that wouldn’t be completely out of the realm of possibility, with all the shit that Marshall Carter & Dark sold, something had to be manufacturing all these anomalies.

There were other theories he had heard over the years. That nihilist Locke thought that the Sun was going to disintegrate everyone and turn them into more horrifying versions of SCP-999. The more dramatic Tufto believed it was some kind of all powerful deity trying to break into their reality. Not the first time the Foundation would have to deal with one of those and most certainly not the last. And that demon Clef thought it was that angel in front of Eden. Ironic. But the one he was currently reading, a human being intertwined with the concept of death… Oh this one was definitely his favorite. He would have to see that chef Tanhony promoted for his excellent idea.

A man who if couldn’t recognize you made you exempt from death? Brilliant! Death was unacceptable for someone in the Foundation. The world needed protection from those damn anomalies. And besides, those TV show police officers didn’t look like the ones you wanted to spend an eternity with.

-1 heard a knock on his office door. He slowly reached for the gun hidden under his desk. Because of the overwhelming security in and around Site-01, nobody knocked on his office door. It would be treated as a danger to -1 and responded to as such by the security guards, unless…

“It’s O5-4. Well… the new one at least -1” came a young male voice, younger than his. That made him drop his reach for the gun. Nobody besides the O5s knew about the change in the O5 council, especially not the specific designations for which O5 was which. The security guards were regularly given amnestics to prevent them from remembering which O5 was which. The new O5-4 and the other O5s were the only ones who had the clearance to even get to the door without causing the alarm to go off.

“Come in -4.” The door slowly opened to reveal a tall, lanky man with glasses. He had blue eyes and black hair in a small ponytail. He wore a nicely tailored brown suit, a light blue shirt, a navy blue tie and black oxfords. Pretty presentable, -1 had to say. Of course he was also in similar apparel, except he still wore his lab coat. Something nostalgic he supposed. He had replaced the card that said his Level 3 rank with a simple black 5.

-4 looked at the document on the desk. He smiled. “Enjoying a really special anomaly?” he asked with a smirk. He himself had read over it plenty of times, a feeling of euphoria coming with every read.

“Damn right. Is everyone in the meeting room?”’

“Yep. We’re all waiting on you.”

“Good.” -1 got up out of his cushioned chair. Much better than the ones they issued to all the other Level 3s. He walked out the door, with -4 following behind him.

If one were to walk through the corridors of Site-01, they would be reminded of the Cross Hall at the White House. A red carpet and pillars holding up the ceiling. Of course if one stopped to look closely at the pillars or carpet, they would notice a few hidden words and immediately die from cerebral hemorrhaging. A few memetic-hazardous words for a little extra security never hurt anyone. After a short two minutes of walking, the two men came across a large, bolted shut door. There were four guards posted outside the door, two on each side. They noticed the men but did not question it — they knew better. -1 entered in a seven digit code, leaned down to a small retina scanner and the door opened. -1 and -4 walked into a pitch black room, with the door closing behind them.

A screen on the eastern wall turns on. 10 pairs of eyes appear following O5-1 and O5-4 as they enter the room. O5-4 takes the available seat next to the one in front of the screen. O5-1 takes the seat in front of the screen.

O5-1: Welcome everyone. I believe you know why you’re here.

O5-3: The new positions and our assistant?

O5-1: Of course. I trust you have read what happened to our predecessors.

O5-9: They were careless to let the Ethics Committee find out about it. We can’t let that happen again.

O5-6: You know the Committee is going to be keeping a close eye on us, at least for the time being.

O5-4: Correct. Which is why we need to keep them monitored. -1, do you have any ideas?

O5-1: We split up MTF Alpha-1. Integrate half into MTF Omega-1. Have them report to us bi-weekly to not arouse suspicion. We wipe their records clean and have them apply to Omega-1.

O5-7: And if the Ethics Committee finds a link between them and the rest of Alpha-1?

O5-1: Then the standing orders will be to execute the Heads of the Committee immediately. We can handle the rest from there, say that they were planning on stealing an anomaly for their own usage.

O5-10: Like how we plan to?

O5-1: Of course. We are a new council that won’t be held back by what another group decides to be moral and immoral.

O5-11: When should we begin the injections of SCP-006?

O5-1: Three days from now. Most would suspect an action from the council to be made immediately but three days is arbitrary enough to not arouse suspicion.

O5-11: And the prosopagnosia procedure?

O5-1: Same time as the dosages of SCP-006. If that’s all, then the first meeting is adjourned.

As the new O5 Council had their very first meeting, the Ethics Committee were deciding their future at Site-37. They had known the previous O5s to be slimy bastards that would abuse gifts that could benefit the Foundation as a whole. And it was unlikely to change. But using SCP-001 was a new one to them when the previous council was… fired. Ethics Committee Liaison Ms. X was typing into her computer a proposal to monitor the O5s.

We split up MTF Omega-1. Integrate half into MTF Alpha-1. Have them report to use bi-weekly to not arouse suspicion. We wipe their records clean and have them apply to join Alpha-1.

If they were discovered, they could immediately eliminate all the O5s present. Say they were trying to use an anomaly for their own benefits. Most likely SCP-001 if they were like their predecessors, but you couldn’t tell with the council.

This should work Ms. X thought to herself. The Committee has deposed the council plenty of times. This will be nothing new.

Little did she know how wrong she was.

September 13, 2021

What the actual fuck happened?! O5-1 thought to himself as he ducked under a chair, dodging a rapid swarm of bullets.

It had been going so well for the past year. The O5s had met with the Ethics Committee in November. Apparently the Committee wanted to introduce a socialization program for the humanoid anomalies at Site-17, stating that according to the staff at 17 they had “good behavior” and deserved socialization privileges with each other. Not like they were going to need socialization skills, but what the hell. Give them some board games with a few pieces missing, some old books and some VHS copies of shows from the 90s. Enough for them to make it seem like the Foundation cared about them, but not enough to make it seem like they were missing out on anything big in the outside world. And in December it worked! For nine months, no containment breaches at Site-17. But then of course those damn anomalies had to ruin everything!

What do you think the first SCP is? Dunno. Maybe it's the Grim Reaper and the Foundation has him on lockdown. Think they would try to use it? Knowing the Foundation… yeah absolutely.

It was a simple conversation between SCP-4051 and SCP-105. Of course no conversation between anomalies goes unrecorded in the Foundation. While they thought it was a simple guess, the Site-17 staff thought it was important enough to mention to the higher ups. And then the Ethics Committee got wind of the conversation and began their own investigation. Believed that the O5s were back to their old tricks. Of course they were right, and then when both sides became aware of what the other knew, well…

There were seven O5s already dead. They hadn’t had enough time for SCP-001’s effects to kick in for them. -11 had two bullets between his neck. Luckily he had passed out after 17 seconds of struggling. -6 had tried to make a run for one of the emergency doors when she was tackled. Multiple tasers then made contact with her body. She screamed for the entire minute before her vocal chords were burned. It wasn’t pretty. The others got lucky — clean headshots. MTF Omega-1 did not play when it came to their missions.

BANG!

-1 felt an immediate stabbing sensation in his lung. He looked to his right, and saw a crawling Omega-1 soldier with a rifle. Her aim had been off due to exhaustion, but it was still fatal. She could only give a quick smile before -1 shot her in the eye with his own rifle while he still had the strength.

He could feel his vision getting blurry as he coughed blood. They had the same idea, he thought. Split the teams in half and when the situation called for it, strike. Before the darkness completely overtook his sight, all he could think was well played.

If it was any consolation, not that he would know it, but Ethics Committee Liaison Ms. X was having similar thoughts right now.

All through Site-37 there was death. Bullet holes riddled the walls, floors and bodies. The Ethics Committee Liaisons were more than halved at this point. And she had only ordered the other half of Omega-1 to purge the O5 Council an hour ago. What the fuck happened?!

“Commander Jackson, where are you?!” Ms. X screamed into her earpiece.

“We’re being pushed back towards the end of the Delta-Wing! We got two Liaisons with us, but they’re both bleeding out!” Damn! It was unlikely that they would be able to get proper medical attention, the infirmary was on the other side of the site. “Ma’am, what about you?! If they're here for all the Liaisons, then you don’t have much time left!” He was right. She had activated the reinforced bunker door to her office and hidden under the desk with her M17, but it wouldn’t do much to the likely five Alpha-1 members starting to cut into it.

“Commander, I know this looks like the end, but what’s happening at Site-01?” This gave the commander pause. She wanted to know that their mission was not in vain. He sent a quick message on his pager and got a quick response.

“Ma’am, it was a success. All O5s dead and accounted for.” Good. The O5s could be changed once again to hopefully better people, though from the looks of it, she wouldn’t live to see it. “They had the same idea as us.” The commander had the same thoughts as Ms. X.

There was only one thing they could do now. It would completely change the Foundation and the way they treated anomalies, but clearly the O5s couldn’t be trusted to not use it for their own benefits. And they would fight hard to keep it that way. Unless she acted now.

“Initiate protocol recolo. And commander, it has been an honor working with you.” The door burst open. Ms. X aimed her pistol at the chest of the closest Alpha-1 member and fired at their chest. He went down, but before she could aim again, four shots went off at once, all aimed at her face. They went through her forehead and pushed her back. In a moment of clarity before everything went dark, all she could think was well played.

Once Ms. X stopped responding, Omega-1 realized they had nobody giving them orders anymore. In a normal war, this would be nothing. But Omega-1 had received orders to initiate protocol recolo. That would require the firefight to stop. Commander Jackson held out his unarmed hand in front of the hallway where Alpha-1 was firing at them. Luckily the bullets only lightly grazed his forearm. He could look at that later. The bullets stopped.

Commander Jackson and his team stepped out of their hiding spot. Just them, the Liaisons had fully bled out. “Your commanders aren’t responding to you either?” One Alpha-1 soldier nodded, most likely this group's commander. “Protocol recolo was my last order. Call off your men, I’ll call off mine and we can discuss this?” They nodded again. The two reached into their pockets and pulled out their pagers. Quick messages as was the norm. The two looked at each other.

“OK. Shit just got weird for both of us didn’t it?” The Alpha-1 soldier nodded again.

Protocol Recolo > > > > >