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padding: 2vw; } SCP-6607 - Infernal Revenue Service Bottoms up and the devil laughs. A sorta-sequel to two otherwise-unrelated articles about demons: SCP-2791 and SCP-6159. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6607 Level4 Containment Class: Thaumiel Secondary Class: Gödel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Early pictorial representation of Entity-AG02 Special Containment Procedures:.Gödel: Item is explainable using anomalous science. All SCP-6607 instances' anomalous effects are to remain active until all requirements set out by the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords have been fulfilled. Mobile Task Force Omega-66 ("Good Intentions Paving Service") is to monitor all species, organizations, individuals, locations, and concepts that have been affected by SCP-6607. In the event that SCP-6607-derived anomalous activity threatens to cause harm to civilians or the Veil, MTF Omega-66 is to use SCP-6607-1 to alter or neutralize the anomaly in question. Upon the full execution of the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords, which is projected to take place in the year 2128, MTF Omega-66 is to neutralize all SCP-6607-derived anomalous activity. Description: SCP-6607 is the collective designation given to a series of interrelated thaumaturgic rituals created with the goal of generating large quantities of Faustian-Sacramental Energy..Faustian-Sacramental Energy (FSE): Energy produced by bargains made with demonic entities, sacrifices made in their name, ritualized worship of demonic entities, etc. It is theorized that demonic entities solely draw subsistence from the generation and subsequent absorption of FSE. Not to be confused with Tartarean Resonance Energy (TRE), which is radiation naturally produced by demonic entities. The anomalous effects of SCP-6607 instances can be remotely monitored, altered, or neutralized through performance of SCP-6607-1, dramatically reducing the risks of SCP-6607 utilization. A complete list of all SCP-6607 instances and their effects can be obtained through an authorized request to Dr. Amaya Salazar. Instance Anomalous Effects SCP-6607-13 The processing lines of 181 slaughterhouses were affixed with demonic sigils disguised as health and safety signage. Animal death within any of these environments produces amounts of FSE roughly equivalent to that found in ritual animal sacrifice. SCP-6607-92 When this instance is performed, all seawater within a 100 m radius is transmuted into B positive human blood, generating an amount of FSE proportional to the quantity of water in range. Blood produced by this instance is not to be used in transfusions under any circumstance. SCP-6607-167 The road layouts of 45 cities were retrocausally altered to resemble various demonic sigils. Thaumic scans have determined that all instances of vehicle damage and "road rage" that take place in these cities generate FSE. SCP-6607-200 The first letter of Shell plc, a British oil and gas corporation, temporarily vanished during the performance of this instance. Following its completion, all of Shell's operations have been observed to continuously generate trace amounts of FSE. It is probable that this will gradually alter the spiritual physiology of Shell's board of directors, rendering them unable to "pass on" to a non-demonic afterlife..Considering the moral implications of Shell's role in the ongoing climate crisis, I highly doubt that they would've ended up anywhere else. —Salazar SCP-6607-244 The Darvaza gas crater.Otherwise known as the "Gates of Hell" or "Door to Hell." has become a one-way dimensional gateway to the Fourth Circle of Hell. It appears to be converting the non-thaumaturgic energy produced by its burning gas into FSE. SCP-6607-328 The sound of children's laughter was audible during the performance of this instance. Upon its completion, the logo of Monster Energy was subtly altered the resemble an upside-down demonic symbol that roughly translates to: "All glory to the dread lords of the Second Circle." The act of flipping a can of Monster Energy reorients the symbol to a right side up position, generating a slight amount of FSE in the process. Primrose Fatish Von Trevil's Sigil Addendum 6607-1: SCP-2791 SCP-2791 was a network of anomalous processes created by ITCD Bank's Extraglobal Operations division to manipulate demonic contracts, using the profits of its contracts to cancel out their associated prices at an overall net gain. Shortly after containment began, the Foundation determined that SCP-2791's system was unsustainable and attempted to de-escalate the number and scope of its component contracts. On 02/13/2022, shortly after SCP-2791 reached its 500 million oath milestone, it was determined that neutralization through de-escalation was not possible. Projections indicated that SCP-2791 would become uncontainable within 3 months, at which point it would rapidly destabilize and enter an Oath Cascade Event. Its component contracts would all simultaneously resolve, leading to the immediate seizure of 89% of all living souls on Earth, 24% of Earth's land mass, and three undetermined planets from our solar system. Members of the Legal Department and Tactical Theology Department were mobilized to find an alternative method of containment or neutralization. Primrose Fatish Von Trevil,.Otherwise known as SCP-6159. who had recently entered employment with the Foundation under unrelated circumstances, was also brought onto the project due to her wealth of experience in law, demonology, and the intersection thereof. OPEN LOG 6607-1 CLOSE LOG 6607-1 Date: 02/15/2022 Location: Reliquary Area-27 Personnel Present: Sheldon Katz, Esq. (Legal Department), Dr. Amaya Salazar (Tactical Theology Department, Demonology Division), Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq. (Independent Contractor), Adrian.No surname given. (Familiar/Paralegal/Emotional Support Animal) Salazar: You’re late. Katz: Nice to see you too, Amaya. [Pause.] You must be Mrs. Fatish Von Trevil. Fatish Von Trevil: Pleasure to meet you. [Katz and Fatish Von Trevil shake hands.] Katz: Likewise. My name is— Fatish Von Trevil: I know who you are, Mr. Katz. Katz: You do? Fatish Von Trevil: My old mentor speaks highly of you. I believe you would know him as… what was his designation? [Adrian flips through a notepad.] Adrian: SCP-738. [Katz's left eye twitches twice.] Katz: Ah. Yes. Him. Katz: Moving right along. Salazar: Let's start by getting the obvious questions out of the way. Sheldon, are we absolutely certain that there's no legal loophole for to get us out of this? Katz: Yes and no. We have plenty of experience in nullifying anomalous contracts— but voiding even one oath would disrupt the delicate balance of 2791's system. It would only further destabilize the anomaly. Fatish Von Trevil: I concur with Mr. Katz’s assessment. Salazar: What about you, Mrs. Fatish Von Trevil? Do you have a plan in mind for us? Fatish Von Trevil: I do not have a plan, what sort of amateur do you take me for? I have twenty-seven plans. Salazar: Go ahead. Fatish Von Trevil: It has come to my attention that the Foundation has access to formidable cross-universe transportation technology. I suggest we use it to divert the prices invoked by SCP-2791 to an alternate Earth. Katz: Not possible. It would be a direct violation the Multi-Foundation Pact of 1981. Besides, there's no way the Ethics Committee would allow it. Fatish Von Trevil: I would assume that this committee would be equally displeased about other forms of mass death? Katz: You assume correctly. Fatish Von Trevil: [Pause.] Motion to dismiss my prior statement regarding my number of plans. Salazar: I’ll allow it. Katz: Amaya, your people kill gods all the time. Could we stop Hell by force? Salazar: Yes, theoretically. But even if we pulled it off, it would be self-defeating. Hell is a crucial part of the greater cosmos. Damaging or destroying the system of Hell would be like altering a law of physics; the ramifications are unimaginable. Katz: What other recourse do we have? Infernal Revenue Service Fatish Von Trevil: There is one remaining path. Do you know of the Infernal Revenue Service? Salazar: Of course— it's the regulatory body responsible for the governance and enforcement of demonic contracts. Fatish Von Trevil: Yes. The IRS alone possesses the authority to nullify each of SCP-2791's contracts simultaneously, neutralizing the anomaly without inducing a cascade event. Katz: That's not feasible. We'd need to offer assets of significantly greater value than what ITCD Bank's assorted contractors would be receiving. What could we— could anyone —provide that's worth more than nearly every soul on the planet? Fatish Von Trevil: We are representing a bank, are we not? We shall pay them in installments. CLOSE LOG 6607-1 Addendum 6607-2: Protocol-AG02 O5 Proposal 6607 Date: 02/16/2022 Proposal: Use Protocol-AG02 to create manageable Faustian-Sacramental Energy generators, so that they may be used to bargain with GoI-066 ("Infernal Revenue Service") to prevent a TTK-Class Tartarean-Intrusion Scenario..TTK-Class Tartarean-Intrusion Scenario: A K-Class Scenario in which one or more tartarean dimensions (Hell, Hades, etc.) gain influence over baseline reality. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED OPEN LOG 6607-2 CLOSE LOG 6607-2 Date: 02/19/2022 Location: Reliquary Area-27 Personnel Present: Dr. Amaya Salazar (Tactical Theology Department, Demonology Division), Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq. (Independent Contractor) Sigil-AG02 [Salazar begins painting Sigil-AG02 onto the center of the thaumaturgic testing chamber's floor with Compound-AG02.].Compound-AG02: 18% pig blood, 47% lamb blood, 29% human blood from a donor who has not previously used their blood for a thaumaturgic ritual, and 6% vintage wine. Fatish Von Trevil: I am rather surprised that the Foundation has not found a way to automate this process. Salazar: [Chuckling.] Only a handful of days working here and you already know us so well. We tried that, but it turns out the act of inscribing by hand is part of it— the human element is crucial for this kind of thaumaturgy. Salazar: Besides, I think Entity-AG02 would be offended if he found out he had been summoned by a machine and his yelling gives me cluster headaches. Fatish Von Trevil: About him— why have you chosen Duke Agares for this transaction? Salazar: Because our human thaumaturges don't have enough collective firepower to get something of this scale done within our time frame. Do you think he's unsuitable? Fatish Von Trevil: No. He has a reputation for reliable spellwork. I am surprised that you would take such a risk— Dukes of Hell are known for a certain cruelty in the prices they demand of their summoners. Even turning down their offered bargains has its own grisly cost. Salazar: This one is a… unique case. He was involved in an incident that led to the founding of Tactical Theology and ended up metaphysically tethered to the department. We get his services at a premium. Fatish Von Trevil: It is known that he can grant the power to draw a fugitive back into their cage. Could this be the Foundation's influence? Salazar: Probably. These connections go both ways. [Salazar completes Sigil-AG02.] Salazar: There. Are you ready? Fatish Von Trevil: Yes. [Salazar activates Sigil-AG02. Its edges catch fire and all other light sources within a 30 m radius dim by approximately 50 lx for the duration of the manifestation event. Entity-AG02 materializes in the center of Sigil-AG02. It has the appearance of an elderly man of indeterminable ethnicity in his mid-to-late 80s. It is riding a 10.2 m long black crocodile and holding red-tailed hawk with two heads on its left wrist. When it speaks, it is unclear if its voice is emanating from the man, crocodile, or hawk.] Entity-AG02: Ah, I am glad to see your face once more, doctor of the Foundation. How long has it been since my last summoning? Salazar: Seven months, give or take. Entity-AG02: And what's this? Could it be little Primrose in the flesh once more? [Fatish Von Trevil bows slightly.] Fatish Von Trevil: [Stiffly.] I am honored, Duke Agares. Entity-AG02: Quite a nasty bit of work you did on yourself. [Laughing.] I've heard of getting lost in a book, but I believe you took that a mite too far, wouldn't you say? Fatish Von Trevil: Some would say so, yes. Entity-AG02: How diplomatically worded! Perhaps you would've been better off in your father's line of work rather than the law. [Fatish Von Trevil's ambient temperature increases.] Fatish Von Trevil: Perhaps. Entity-AG02: But I distract myself from the matter at hand; what has compelled you to summon me to your illustrious concrete halls, good doctor? Could it have anything to do with the Bank of ITCD? Salazar: You already know about it? Entity-AG02: How couldn't I? They practically contracted half of Hell for their little scheme. [Chuckling.] I should've known the Foundation would end up neck-deep in it. Fatish Von Trevil: Then you understand that we seek an alternative solution. Salazar: We need you to create a set of thaumaturgic rituals to continuously generate power for ITCD's contractors. Entity-AG02: Hmmm. [Entity-AG02 is quiet for 8 seconds, stroking its beard.] Entity-AG02: What's the catch? Surely you could manage such a thing— not as easily as I, certainly, but you speak of rather standard magic. Salazar: I was about to get to that— we need to be able to remotely control the anomalous effects of these rituals after performing them. [Entity-AG02 claps its hands.] Entity-AG02: Ah, there's the controlling autocrats I adore! You can't bear to create something you're unable to control, can you? Fatish Von Trevil: What will be your price, Duke of Hell? Entity-AG02: Oh, you need not give me a single thing. Salazar: What? Entity-AG02: All I ask for is your gratitude… and 3% of all power born of these rituals. Salazar: [Pause.] Fine. I accept your terms. Entity-AG02: Wonderful, wonderful! Let's get to work, shall we? CLOSE LOG 6607-2 Addendum 6607-3: Initial Contact Attempts Following the O5 Council's approval of Proposal 6607, Sheldon Katz and Adrian attempted to contact GoI-066 multiple times via their automated helpline, as the Foundation had not yet discovered an alternate method to interface with the organization. The following excerpts are from Katz's first call, which persisted for nearly 6 hours. OPEN LOG 6607-3 CLOSE LOG 6607-3 Date: 02/17/2022 Location: Reliquary Area-27 Personnel Present: Sheldon Katz, Esq. (Legal Department), Adrian (Familiar/Paralegal/Emotional Support Animal) Katz: Are you quite certain that this is the only way? Adrian: If you wanna talk to an actual person, yeah. [Katz calls the IRS Helpline. The sounds of crackling fire and distant screams are faintly audible for the duration of the call.] IRS Helpline: Welcome to the Infernal Revenue Service's automated hotline! For English, press 1. For Aramaic, press 2. For the Ashen Tongue of the Deadlands, press— [Katz presses 1.] Adrian: Press 5. Then 2. Now 9. Wait until you hear the sound of a waterlogged corpse being thrown down a flight of stairs. [Pause.] Okay, now say "disestablishmentarianism." IRS Helpline: We at the Infernal Revenue Service value all those we service. We value your time. We value your trust. We value your obedience. We value your blood. We value your skin. We value your teeth. We value your— [12.1 minutes of audio unlogged due to data corruption.] IRS Helpline: —and we value your time. [Katz exhales sharply through his nose.] IRS Helpline: To speak to a representative, press 8. Katz: [Muttering.] Christ, finally. [Katz presses 8. Hold music interspersed with wet tearing sounds and low moans plays for 2.9 hours.] IRS Helpline: We're sorry, all of our representatives are currently busy. Please call again at a later time. [The call ends. Katz is quiet for 13 seconds.] Katz: I fucking hate the IRS. [Adrian pats Katz's shoulder.] After 12 individual attempts, Katz determined that contacting GoI-066 via the IRS Helpline within the allotted time frame was not feasible. Date: 02/20/2022 Location: Reliquary Area-27 Personnel Present: Sheldon Katz, Esq. (Legal Department), Dr. Amaya Salazar (Tactical Theology Department, Demonology Division), Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq. (Independent Contractor), Adrian (Familiar/Paralegal/Emotional Support Animal) Salazar: It smells like an ashtray in here. Didn't you quit smoking last year? Katz: I don't want to talk about it. [Katz puts out his cigarette.] Fatish Von Trevil: I take it you were unable to contact the IRS? [Katz lights another cigarette.] Katz: I was not. Adrian: Why don't we just call up Marion? Fatish Von Trevil: Adrian! Adrian: Sorry, but I don't see what other option we have. Salazar: Who's Marion? Fatish Von Trevil: [Pause.] Marion was my partner when I was studying pre-law. She is currently a senior representative of the IRS. Salazar: Was this a personal or professional partnership? Fatish Von Trevil: Yes. Katz: Why. Didn't you bring her up four days ago? Were you that afraid of seeing your ex? Fatish Von Trevil: No. I was uncertain of what would happen if she were brought onto this case. Fatish Von Trevil: Marion is— and understand that I do not say this with any degree of frivolity —one of the most dangerous people I have ever met. Introducing her to this case will only make matters exponentially more dangerous. Katz: Considering that she's our only option at the moment, I'm willing to take that risk. Call her. Fatish Von Trevil: Very well. I suggest we complete our preparations first— lawyers may work quickly, but Marion works faster. CLOSE LOG 6607-3 Site-666 Addendum 6607-4: 2022 SCP-IRS Accords A meeting with GoI-066's representative was hosted in Site-666, due to its superior anti-demon equipment and the fact that Las Vegas is considered neutral territory by demonic entities. OPEN LOG 6607-4 CLOSE LOG 6607-4 Date: 02/21/2022 Location: Site-666 Personnel Present: Sheldon Katz, Esq. (Legal Department), Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq. (Independent Contractor), Adrian (Familiar/Paralegal/Emotional Support Animal) [Katz and Fatish Von Trevil sit at one end of Conference Room B's table. Adrian floats near Fatish Von Trevil's head.] Katz: When did you say she was coming again? Fatish Von Trevil: 3:46 PM. Katz: That's oddly specific. Adrian: It's a demon thing. Fatish Von Trevil: She should be arriving in five… four… three… two… Fatish Von Trevil: Now. [A Tartarean-class demonic entity manifests on the opposite side of the room, already sitting at the table. It is a feminine humanoid that resembles an extinct species of vampire bat (desmodus draculae) and wears a red suit.] Fatish Von Trevil: Marion. [Entity-6607 nods.] Entity-6607: Lovely to see you again, Rosebud. You too, Adrian dear— Fatish Von Trevil: Enough pleasantries. We have work to do. [Entity-6607 flicks one of its ears in apparent irritation.] Entity-6607: [Sighing.] If you insist. My name is Marion, I'm a representative of the Infernal Revenue Service, here to speak on behalf of all those contracted to ITCD Bank's Extraglobal Operations division. Which is to say, I speak for the Gehennan Parliament, the Garden of Unearthly Delights, Mammon Industries™, and a wide assortment of independent demons, devils, fiends, imps, succubi, incubi, profane spirits, walking blasphemies, and possessed dolls. Entity-6607: Now… what do you have in mind for us today, Rosebud? What do have to give us that's more valuable than all of Neptune? Fatish Von Trevil: We possess no such thing. Entity-6607: Go on. Katz: We're not here for a trade of assets. We're here to provide you a business offer. [Fatish Von Trevil hands a stack of documents describing each SCP-6607 instance (with the exception of SCP-6607-1) in detail to Adrian, who brings it to Entity-6607. Entity-6607 begins reading it.] Fatish Von Trevil: In exchange for the nullification of all of ITCD Bank's current contracts, we shall set these rituals into motion. [Entity-6607 does not respond for 3.5 minutes as it continues to read at a rapid pace. Afterwards, it tosses the stack of documents onto the table.] Entity-6607: You're losing your touch, Rosebud. These profits aren't bad, but they're peanuts in comparison to what is already owed. Katz: Try to keep in mind the length of Foundation's reach— our influence exceeds nearly all other earthly authorities. We'll be able to push each ritual's influence to a global scale. Fatish Von Trevil: Look again to page 213. It has detailed estimations of how much energy each ritual can produce under such conditions. Within a single century, we will have generated an equivalent amount of power for your clients. Adrian: With 30% interest! Entity-6607: I suppose that's not entirely terrible— but I want an upfront payment in addition to what you're offering. Something significant. My people will need proof that you're serious about this. Adrian: You want even more?! Entity-6607: And I won't even consider accepting this agreement until I get it, dearest. Katz: You're bluffing. ITCD's contracts might be a large profit for Hell, but we both know you need us humans alive, long-term. Destroy the world and you'll have nothing left to feed upon. No acquisition is worth that much. [Fatish Von Trevil places a hand on Katz's shoulder.] Fatish Von Trevil: Mr. Katz— Entity-6607: Do you really think that humans are our only clientele? That we would limit our efforts to your little ball of water and gas? Entity-6607: There are planets where the edicts of devils stand above all others. There are great starfaring ships that skip from galaxy to galaxy through blood and profane science. There are Dyson spheres of stygian iron that encircle hellfire stars. Entity-6607: The universe is wide and strange, little lawyer, and you cannot begin to comprehend Hell's place in it. Entity-6607: Is Earth valuable to us? Of course! But it's hardly invaluable. [Katz glances at Fatish Von Trevil to confirm the veracity of Entity-6607's statement. Fatish Von Trevil nods.] Katz: I'll need a moment to confer with my superiors. Entity-6607: Certainly— we have all the time in the world, after all. Katz shortly gained signed permission for the surrender of several high-value demonic objects and entities to GoI-066's custody upon the signing of the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords. Negotiation of the Accords' exact terms began shortly afterward. As negotiations carried on for nearly 19 hours, the majority of proceedings has been redacted for the sake of brevity. Katz: The amendment you added to paragraph 3 of subsection 7A is unacceptable. Entity-6607: Whatever do you mean? All that does is lower the owed quantity of "FSE" by a rather significant amount. I was doing Rosebud a favor, for old times' sake. That's all. Fatish Von Trevil: A favor? You would lower our FSE debt in exchange for every soul in Florida. Entity-6607: It'd be doing the world a favor, if you ask me. Fatish Von Trevil: I did not ask. Remove it. Entity-6607: As you say, darling. Entity-6607: I have some more revisions for you to look over. Katz: [Pause.] Do any of these revisions consign people to hell? Entity-6607: Define "people." Katz: [Examining revision 84-A of the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords.] Look at this, Trevil. This isn't legal, right? Fatish Von Trevil: [Pause.] I am surprised, Marion. I never thought you would partake in such a glaring error. Entity-6607: Are you sure about that? Fatish Von Trevil: I am certain. You know well that I have memorized all laws and regulations regarding infernal contracts. I have read them countless times. Entity-6607: Read them again. [Entity-6607 snaps its fingers. A long parchment scroll materializes in its other hand in a burst of fire. It hands the scroll to Fatish Von Trevil, who reads its contents.] Fatish Von Trevil: An amendment was made…. less than a day ago? And it has already come into effect? Was this your doing? Entity-6607: [Examining its nails.] I might have called in a few favors. Fatish Von Trevil: This amendment is small, but its consequences spread far— we have many revisions to make, Mr. Katz. Adrian: I'll get more coffee. Katz: Please do. Fatish Von Trevil: [Whispering.] Do you understand my trepidation regarding Marion, now? Katz: [Whispering.] Yes… To think I'd miss 738. God. Entity-6607: Did you two say something? Katz: No. Fatish Von Trevil: Of course not. [Agent Kirchner enters Conference Room B. She appears to be slightly out of breath.] Kirchner: Site-666 is under attack— we're seeing sudden bursts in demonic activity all over Undervegas. I'm here to bring both of you to the nearest safe room. Katz: I'll be staying here, Agent. Kirchner: I don't think you understand— Fatish Von Trevil: Marion. Entity-6607: Yes, Rosebud? Fatish Von Trevil: Stop. This. Now. [A distant explosion is audible and the room slightly shakes.] Entity-6607: I don't possibly know what you mean! I have nothing to do with any of this. Not in any way that would be admissible as evidence. Fatish Von Trevil: Marion. Entity-6607: I'd be happy to lend my assistance, of course. Help you smooth this all over. Though, I won't be able to do a thing until we get these Accords signed… [Fatish Von Trevil stands up abruptly, knocking over her chair. An ornate trident materializes in her hands.] Fatish Von Trevil: Continue working, Mr. Katz. I will resolve the situation. Katz: Shouldn't we leave that to the soldiers? Fatish Von Trevil: Have you read my file? I have experience as both a mercenary and diplomatic liaison. Katz: Do you intend to make peace with our attackers or…? Fatish Von Trevil: I suppose that is up to them, is it not? [Fatish Von Trevil walks past Kirchner and exits the room. 25 seconds later, distant inhuman screams become audible.] Katz: So, I have some concerns about subsection 21A. [Conference Room B shakes more forcefully.] Katz: Let's talk about that. [Conference Room B's lights are dimmed, due to Site-666 having switched to auxiliary power. Significant structural damage is visible. Fatish Von Trevil is covered in blood, none of it her own. Katz's left eye is twitching uncontrollably.] Fatish Von Trevil: We are done, yes? Entity-6607: It seems you haven't lost your touch after all, Rosebud. [Entity-6607 signs the 2022 SCP-IRS Accords.] Entity-6607: Let's do this again sometime. Ciao! [Entity-6607 dematerializes in a burst of fire and smoke. The smoke floats towards the ceiling and activates the room's sprinklers. Fatish Von Trevil, Katz, and Adrian do not attempt to leave.] Katz: I… fucking hate the IRS. Adrian: We all do, buddy. We all do. [The ceiling collapses.] More From This Author More From This Author MontagueETC's Works SCPs SCP-1908 • SCP-7354 • SCP-8066 • SCP-6462 • SCP-8200 • SCP-7408 • SCP-7376 • SCP-6751 • SCP-6454 • SCP-⌘ • SCP-744 • SCP-7701 • SCP-7009 • SCP-8408 • Tales/GoI Formats DR. KONDRAKI CUT UP WHILE THINKING • A Betamax Suicide Note • Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven? • Omnigenesis and the Law of Blades • Who Made You? • Six Codas • Other etcetera, etcetera • MontagueETC's SCiPTEMBER 2022 Art • Art Exchange 2023 | SCP-6759 • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6607" by MontagueETC, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6607. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6608 | keter | close Info X SCP-6608: "I Saw the Light" by: Doctor Fullham ♫ Doctor Fullham's Author Page ♫ Crit Credits: Marcelles_Raynes does not match any existing user name Mooagain BlueJones Kensing fairydoctor DrBrooks 92.56% (+87) 7.44% (-7) -% (+0) -% (-0) Artistic depiction of SCP-6608 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-6608, full containment is currently impossible. Foundation agents within police agencies, occult circles, online anomalous entity discussion forums, astronomy communities, and "creepy image" social media groups are constantly monitoring for any reported 'sightings' of SCP-6608. Foundation AI Starburst.aic is to monitor all communication channels for reports of spontaneous human combustion, which must be investigated to confirm if the individual had recently shown an interest in astronomy or astral photography, or had recently spent time stargazing. Description: SCP-6608 is a cognitohazardous visual hallucination that primarily affects those who have a notable interest in astral photography or astronomy. The hallucination appears to manifest in the form of a hexapedal entity covered in an unidentified black fur-like substance. It possesses seven luminous eyes on what is presumed to be the head - five on the face and an additional two on stalk-like appendages protruding from the head. Discovery: On 29/06/2018, SCP-6608 was discovered by Foundation agents present in medical facilities in San Francisco, California, after 24 year old Maria Valerio was checked in to the hospital by her housemates, Kayla Stephenson and Tanya Pierce. She was admitted for severe burns on her hands and forearms as well as signs of minor psychosis, including repeatedly speaking about dreams involving "stars, space, and darkness". After five days in the burn unit, during which hospital staff reported the victim's burns progressing despite any treatments, reports were filed with the local police and fire departments regarding a localized explosion in the victim's room and the victim going missing. Her hospital bed was found with severe burn marks on the sheets, and the metal warped where her hands had been gripping the bedrails. Amnestics were distributed to Valerio's housemates, as well as all persons who had interacted with her over the five-day period. An investigation of her home after this event uncovered the attached photo, tagged as "some weird animal I saw while stargazing". Foundation agents discovered she had also posted it to social media, asking people to assist her in identifying the entity. The image metadata showed signs that it had been edited, and the team came to the conclusion that although she was convinced she had seen the entity, the photo itself was an artistic recreation. The photo was removed and credited as the results of Valerio's photo editing practice. Foundation data analysts have been able to link four other disappearances to SCP-6608 manifestations. These took place in Bigfork, Montana, USA; Mykolaiv, Ukraine; Kgetlengriver, South Africa; and Pickering, Ontario, Canada. Currently, no correlation has been found between these locations. On October 25, 2019, Researcher Nathan Pierrot of the Site-44 Anomalous Astronomy Department reported that he had experienced a hallucination while configuring Foundation telescopes. His reports of the hallucination matched the photo found in Valerio's home, and it was determined that he had witnessed an SCP-6608 manifestation. Pierrot was put under observation and regularly interviewed to determine the effects of exposure to SCP-6608. STAGES 1 - 3 Close STAGE SYMPTOMS 1 ('Stargazing') The victim experienced a strong compulsion1 to look into SCP-6608's "eyes". Once eye contact was made, the victim proceeded to Stage 2. 2 ('Starstruck') The victim entered a catatonic state, rooted in place, unable to look away from SCP-6608. The victim appeared to experience vivid hallucinations during this stage. After roughly three minutes in this state, the victim proceeded to Stage 3. Interviewed: Researcher Nathan Pierrot Interviewer: Dr. Alexander Humboldt Foreword: This interview takes place on day four of the third stage of the anomaly's effects. Begin Log: 02/11/2019 08:00 Dr. Humboldt: Hello, Nathan. How are you feeling today? Pierrot: I feel… okay. My eyes kind of hurt, though. Dr. Humboldt: I see. And your vision? Pierrot: It's a bit blurry. I think I'm just tired. Dr. Humboldt: Do you mind if I check your eyes? Pierrot: No, go ahead. Dr. Humboldt performs a cursory eye examination. Dr. Humboldt: Interesting. Along with your blurred vision, your eyes are noticeably red, and appear to be twitching rather erratically. This may not be good. Pierrot: Not good? How 'not good' are we talking? Dr. Humboldt: I'm not an ophthalmologist, but the symptoms don't look promising. We can send you to an on-site specialist to confirm it after the interview is over. For now, I need to ask you a few questions about your encounter with SCP-6608 on October 25th, 2019, at 18:22. Do you recall the details of this encounter? Pierrot: Yeah. I was outside on Astral Anomaly Watch, just making some adjustments to the short-range telescope array. It was pretty overcast, so I figured I wouldn't get much of a chance to see anything. Boy, was I wrong. Dr. Humboldt: And then? Pierrot: Then, the stars came. It appeared. It was beautiful. It wanted me to look into its eyes. And I looked, and it showed me… Dr. Humboldt: What did you see? Pierrot: The stars, Alex. All of them. It showed me the universe, in all its unimaginable vastness. It was beautiful. But I also saw… Pierrot pauses and appears to stare into the middle distance for several seconds. Dr. Humboldt: Please, continue. What else did you see? Pierrot: I saw the darkness between the stars. The holes in the universe where the stars used to be. It was so sad. I want to help them. Dr. Humboldt: Them? Pierrot: The stars. They're dying, Alex. Dr. Humboldt: Can you explain that in more depth? Pierrot: I can see them even now. We need to help them. They need more stars. We need to hold back that darkness… Dr. Humboldt: Thank you, Nathan. I think this interview is over. End Log Post-Interview Note The post-interview exam with an on-site ophthalmologist confirmed that Pierrot was suffering from the onset of photokeratitis2. He declined any treatment, and was quoted as saying, "I can see everything I need to see." STAGE SYMPTOMS 3 ('Starlight') The victim regained consciousness and reported that he was no longer perceiving the entity. Over the next nine days, the victim suffered from the onset of photokeratitis, and had gone completely blind after thirteen days. Within 48 hours of complete blindness, the victim's eyes began to emit a faint light at all times, and the victim proceeded to Stage 4. Close STAGE 4 Close Interviewed: Researcher Nathan Pierrot Interviewer: Dr. Alexander Humboldt Foreword: This interview takes place on day six of the fourth stage of the anomaly's effects. Roughly 12% of Pierrot's body is burned. He is completely blind, and his eyes are also constantly emitting a faint light. Begin Log: 11/11/2019 11:00 Dr. Humboldt: Hello, Nathan. How are you feeling today? Pierrot: I feel wonderful. Dr. Humboldt: You have severe burns covering a significant portion of your skin, and you feel wonderful? Pierrot: I've been to the stars. I have been one with them. Have you ever touched a star? Dr. Humboldt: Nathan, you and I both know that the heat of even approaching a star is more than enough to cause great physical harm to a human body. Touching one would certainly kill you. Is that where these burns are coming from? From touching the stars? Pierrot: Yes. Dr. Humboldt: You do this in your dreams? Pierrot: Yes. Dr. Humboldt: And these burns are not causing you any significant distress? Pierrot: No, their warmth is a comfort. Even if it did hurt me, it would be a small price to pay. Dr. Humboldt: And what is it that you're paying for? Pierrot: The right to speak to them. Touch them. Become one with them. We are all born of stardust, and only a lucky few get to return to whence we came. Dr. Humboldt: A lucky few? I believe I've told you that there has only been one other confirmed case of SCP-6608 at this time. Pierrot: Yes. Myself, Maria Valerio, Jonathan Harper, Yurij Savchuk, Jabulani Okeke, Olivia Brown3. And still others to come. Dr. Humboldt: Where did you hear those names? Pierrot: They told me. I visit them, out there, in my dreams. Others are older, and have names I could not hope to pronounce. Stars as old as the sky, older than earth, older than our galaxy. They have been our protectors for millennia, and now they need our help. I am honored to be chosen. Dr. Humboldt: Chosen for what? Pierrot: To join their ranks and fight against the darkness. Dr. Humboldt: You keep talking about this "darkness" as though it's alive. Can you explain what it is? Pierrot: Not in a way you could understand, no. Dr. Humboldt: (Sarcastically) I'm glad that you have such faith in my intelligence, Nathan. Pierrot: Not just you, Alex. Any of you. Anyone who hasn't seen it can never understand it. The vast emptiness. To look out and see….nothing. No stars. No light. No life. It's just….darkness. Cold, infinite darkness. Dr. Humboldt: But it's alive? Intelligent? Pierrot: Alive? Yes. Intelligent? That's harder to say. Is an ecosystem intelligent? A planet? Perhaps it'd be more accurate to think of it not as a being, but as a force. It spreads. It consumes. And nothing but darkness is left in its wake. Dr. Humboldt: And the stars are somehow holding this force at bay? Pierrot: Yes. A great web of light, spanning across planets, star systems, clusters, galaxies. They're all that stand between us and annihilation. But even their power is not infinite — all stars will eventually sputter out and die. They need more stars — more strands in the web — or the darkness will start to spill out, and it will devour everything and everyone. Dr. Humboldt: And they need to kill humans in order to do this? Pierrot: Come now, Alex, you're a scientist working for the damn Foundation, You know as well as I do that there are forces at work in the universe we can't possibly comprehend. Dr. Humboldt: I suppose I can't quite argue with that. Pierrot: I am not only going to die. I am going to transform — no, I am going to ascend. And I will shine on, adding my strength to theirs to keep light in the universe. Dr. Humboldt: A bright future, some might say. Pierrot: As brilliant as that pun was awful. Dr. Humboldt: Well, I hope you'll be amenable to us continuing to monitor your progress. Pierrot: We both know that nothing would change if I wasn't. Dr. Humboldt: (Chuckling) Ain't that the truth. END LOG STAGE SYMPTOMS 4 ('Starbright') The victim began to experience unusually vivid dreams, invariably involving him approaching, conversing with, touching, and being consumed by stars. Second and third degree burns appeared on the victim's body when he experienced these dreams, but he did not appear to experience the pain response that these burns would normally cause. The victim also began to suffer psychologically, claiming that his vision had returned, as well as other impossible events. When roughly 90% of the victim's skin was burned, he proceeded to Stage 5. Close STAGE 5 Close Interviewed: Researcher Nathan Pierrot Interviewer: Dr. Alexander Humboldt Foreword: This interview takes place on day 19 of the fourth stage of the anomaly's effects. Roughly 91% of Pierrot's body is burned. He is completely blind, and his eyes are also constantly emitting a faint light. Begin Log: 14/12/2019 11:00 Pierrot: (Greeting Dr. Humboldt as soon as he comes in the door) Hello, Alex. Dr. Humboldt pauses for a moment. Dr. Humboldt: I see someone must have informed you we'd be doing another interview today? Pierrot: No. I can see you. Dr. Humboldt: Alex, that's not possible. You have been affected by photokeratitis to such a severe degree that the damage is irreversible. There's no way you can see me. Pierrot: (Shrugging) Believe what you will. Nobody told me you'd be coming by today, and I can see just fine. Better than fine. I can see… everything. Dr. Humboldt: Perhaps we can have the ophthalmologist check your eyes again, then. But that will have to wait; we have something much more important right now. Pierrot: Hm? What's that? Dr. Humboldt: Well, to put it plainly, we believe you may not have long to live. The burns on your skin — Pierrot: Gifts from the stars… Dr. Humboldt: — as I was saying, the burns on your skin have progressed to a level similar to Maria Valerio's when she underwent spontaneous human combustion. We are unsure if this is mere coincidence — Pierrot: It's not. It's a sign that the time is near, Alex. You're not telling me anything I don't already know. Dr. Humboldt: You're aware that you're likely going to die within the next few days? Pierrot: I will live on for millennia, Alex. Just not in this form. Dr. Humboldt: You truly believe you'll be reborn as a star? Pierrot: Belief implies there's a possibility it may not happen, Alex. I know. Dr. Humboldt: Well, if what you say is true, then I guess… thank you. For being willing to do this for them. For us. Pierrot: (Smiling) Your thanks are appreciated, but not necessary. People have watched and worshipped the stars for thousands of years, and will continue to do so even as we grow and come closer to our celestial brothers and sisters. Even if not in name, I will be seen. I will be remembered. Dr. Humboldt: Well, it's been nice knowing you, Nathan. I hope that what's about to come is worth it. Pierrot: Goodbye, Alex. Tell them to watch the sky for me. END LOG STAGE SYMPTOMS 5 ('Supernova') This victim experienced severe physical discomfort focused in the stomach, diaphragm, lungs, and heart, as well as muscle spasms for roughly 100 seconds. Subsequently, he underwent spontaneous human combustion, emitting a flash of light in excess of 90,000 lux. No trace of the victim's physical body remained after this event, and thermal readings showed temperatures in excess of 4000K. This temperature increase lasted for less than one second, and was localized to within 2cm of the victim's body. The only evidence of this superheated state are the residual effects of extreme heat on anything that the victim was in physical contact with at the time of the explosion. Close THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/6608 CLASSIFIED Login Logout STAGE 6: A STAR IS BORN Foundation personnel stationed within various space programs and astronomy groups have confirmed the appearance of a total of eight new stars within the last ten years. These stars have appeared suddenly, and outside any of the normal conditions necessary for a star to form. In addition, the stars appeared as though they had always been there; considering it would normally take several thousand years for the light of these stars to reach Earth4. Comparing the time tables of these star appearances and the Stage 5 events of the known victims of SCP-6608 has led to the conclusion that the effects of SCP-6608 are turning human beings into stars. On December 14th, 2019, Pierrot's Stage 4 burns had covered 92% of his body. At 14:38, he complained of the onset of Stage 5 symptoms, and after 103 seconds, underwent spontaneous combustion, accompanied by a flash of light reading 92,000 lux and a temperature reading as high as 4071K. At 15:52, Foundation astronomers reported the presence of a new star in the sky. Addendum: On December 21st, 2019, a series of radio signals were intercepted from deep space. Although a direct point of origin could not be determined, the contents of the messages within the signals have led researchers to conclude that it was generated by the star created from Pierrot's 'Supernova' event. It's done. I am finally home with the other stars. I did not suffer. I was not made to do this against my will. I chose this, and I am happy. The Foundation says that you die in the dark so others can live in the light. We stars are not so different. Our deaths make the light, to hold back the darkness. We are stars. We are light. We are life. And we shine on, brilliant and brave, throughout the universe. Logout Footnotes 1. It is unclear if this compulsion is anomalous in nature or simply due to the subject's desire to view stars. 2. Blindness caused by exposure to bright light. 3. The last four names were all found to be linked to disappearances with circumstances that match SCP-6608 events. 4. The nearest star to appear was past VY Canis Majoris, which is approximately 4900 light years from Earth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6608" by Doctor Fullham, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6608. 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: vdw1qoijfo241.jpg Author: Reddit user ComfyDoggo / deleted user License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Reddit Additional Notes: |
SCP-6609 | pending | Item#: SCP-6609 Level3 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo PoI:S_1182 at home. Footage captured by MTF Iota-3 ("Neighbourhood Watch") on 15/07/2021. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6609 is not currently in Foundation containment. Mobile Task Force Iota-3 ("Neighbourhood Watch") is to maintain surveillance on PoI:S_1182 and SCP-6609 to determine the extent of his anomalous properties in preparation for their potential detainment. Description: SCP-6609 is the physical body of Sid. G Haworth. SCP-6609 is mobile and displays signs of sentience and sapience analogous to a baseline human, despite SCP-6609's brain existing in a comatose state.1 Discovery: On 23/07/2021, SCP-6609 became animate, having previously been in an unresponsive, immobile, comatose state following an automobile collision. This occurred despite no noticeable change in SCP-6609's brain activity, which scans indicated remained unresponsive to stimuli. Hospital staff recorded this occurrence and a Foundation .aic2 embedded within the provincial healthcare's digital systems flagged the event as a potential anomaly. On 05/08/2021, SCP-6609 was discharged from the hospital and arrangements were made for weekly visits with Dr. Sarah M. Fultie, a Foundation-employed specialist in anomalies related to the human brain. Prior to this event PoI:S_1182: "Violet Newton" — SCP-6609's long-term romantic partner — had been placed on passive Foundation surveillance due to her affiliation with the "VVicked VVitches." This self-proclaimed "coven" of individuals based in Halifax, Nova Scotia, is suspected to associate with GoI-α-019: The Serpent's Hand. This collective is presumed to be unaware of the Foundation and its operations and has been permitted to operate — under observation — due to its minimal threat to The Veil and the general public. Addendum SR1—14/07/2021: Surveillance Report - 14/07/2021 Subject(s) of Interest: PoI:S_118 — Violet Newton Date & Time: 14/07/2021 - 9:41 pm. Location: 5█32 █████ St., Halifax, Nova Scotia. Camera and/or Microphone Position: L1: Livingroom At 9:41 pm PoI:S_1182's electronically bugged cellphone begins ringing. PoI:S_1182 enters the living room, carrying a glass of red wine which she sets on the coffee table before picking up the phone. The caller is identified as Elton Haworth, the father of SCP-6609. PoI:S_1182: Hey, it's Violet. Is everything alright? Elton Haworth: Hi Violet, I'm sorry to call so late. Martha's gone to bed but I couldn't seem to rest. I meant to call earlier, but I've lost track of time. I, uh, well how are you? PoI:S_1182: Pretty awful, if I'm being honest. Elton Haworth: Yeah. Listen, I just wanted to thank you — PoI:S_1182: Oh, Elton there's really no need to that. Elton Haworth: I know, but I just needed to say. Pause. Elton Haworth: When we got that call about what happened to Sid, I don't know, Martha and I were distraught. I was trying to drive us to the hospital and the whole way there, shit maybe this isn't right to say, I was just thinking about what it must have been like, right before it happened. God, it's a miracle we made it to the hospital at all, us worrying the whole way there 'bout our boy and all. Elton Haworth: When we made it into the room, seeing you there with him, made it a little bit better. Here we were, his parents, hours away driving through the night. And I just, I wanted to thank you, thank you for being there. I know it sounds stupid, and I know of course you would have been. But times like these, well they remind you of the past. Knowing Sid's got you there for him as well, it means a heck of a lot. You've always been family to us, you know? Ever since that lanky teenager brought you round to meet us. We really care, love you both, and I don't just mean 'cause you're with Sid. You're an amazing person, Violet. PoI:S_1182: Oh, Elton [Pause. The speaker is noticeably choked up] I'm not sure what to say. It was awful being there, watching him be wheeled into one room and another. God I — I'm sorry, I must seem so out of it. Thank you. Elton Haworth: Please, there's nothing to apologize for, nothing at all. I should be getting to bed. I'm sure I mentioned that Martha and I are staying at the Johnson's. They wanted me to invite you over for dinner this weekend, if that works for you? Obviously, there's no pressure. PoI:S_1182: I think, I think I'd really like that. Yeah, that sounds lovely. How about you get to bed and I'll call you back tomorrow. Would that be fine, Elton? Elton Haworth: Of course! Goodnight Violet. Be sure to get some rest as well. PoI:S_1182: I will, and thank you again. Goodnight. PoI:S_1182 sets the phone down and remains still for a minute before sitting in an armchair. She takes a sip of wine before pulling a wicker basket from behind the chair and removes several skeins of colour yarn, knitting needles, and an unfinished blanket or large scarf. PoI:S_1182 begins knitting but appears to frequently miss or drop stitches. Her hands begin to shake and noticeably worsen over a 15min period as she unknits recently created sections of the fabric before setting it down as she begins to sob. After approximately half an hour, the sobbing stops; PoI:S_1182 appears to have fallen asleep in the armchair. Addendum MR1—05/08/2021: The following report was compiled by Dr. Sarah M. Fultie, who was assigned to SCP-6609 following the atypical nature of the subject's recovery from his comatose state. Medical Report Concerning SCP-6609: 05/08/2021 I was first assigned to SCP-6609 on August 5th. As per my usual approach when encountering nonhazardous, nonhostile, humanoid anomalies related to my area of study, I did not read the entirety of SCP-6609's file prior to meeting him. I have found too much background knowledge can obscure my ability to intuit ways anomalous influences may affect and manifest in the human brain and subtly influence a person's behaviour. As such, I can say confidently that before conducting any equipment-assisted tests, I did not notice any behavioural difference that would distinguish SCP-6609 from a typical, baseline human. The subject was conversational, remembered details of his life pre-accident, and behaved in a rational manner. He was grateful for our help, thankful that he was permitted visitors, and eager to be released from the hospital; I hope that I, had I been in his place, would have acted in much the same way. I was genuinely surprised to learn, after having concluded my initial assessment of SCP-6609 and thoroughly examined the assorted reports prepared for me, that all testing indicates his brain is unchanged from its comatose state. Subsequent tests on the subject's cerebrum and cerebellum confirmed the initial diagnosis is correct. As SCP-6609 appears capable of functioning as a completely normal human being despite its anomalous properties — of which it appears ignorant, I have approved SCP-6609's discharge from the hospital and arranged weekly appointments for continued study and observation. It is my understanding that my colleagues are investigating the possibility that a thaumaturgic ritual employed by PoI: S_1182 or other anomalous influence is responsible for SCP-6609's current condition. While I cannot speculate on the validity of these hypotheses, I can acknowledge that I have not, thus far, come across any causal indicators behind this event. Sarah Fultie, MD, Site-184 Research Chair & Medical Practitioner. Addendum SR2—05/08/2021: Surveillance Report - 05/08/2021 Subject(s) of Interest: SCP-6609 — Sid Haworth & PoI:S_118 — Violet Newton. Date & Time: 05/08/2021 - 7:42 pm. Location: 5█32 █████ St., Halifax, Nova Scotia. Camera and/or Microphone Position: D3: Dining Room SCP-6609 and PoI:S_1182 sit at the dining room table. Conversation topics have varied from discussion of friends and family, updates on PoI:S_1182's job and activities over the last few weeks, and plans for a vacation over an upcoming long weekend. PoI:S_1182: I know you're tired of hearing this from all of us, but honestly, how are you doing? SCP-6609: Well, it's weird. Obviously, this whole thing's been not great. But, I don't know, I don't remember much of the crash itself: just a bright light and being thrown to the side. And then just nothing for a while until I was suddenly looking around an unfamiliar room. It was confusing, sure, and once I realized where I was, I was worried about you — I had no idea how long I'd been out. SCP-6609: But, I suppose other than that, it hasn't been that hard on me personally. Best I can tell, you and my family had it roughest. Seeing me like that, not knowing what would happen, well that had to be a lot more difficult than anything I went through, anything I know about at least. PoI:S_1182: It's so nice for you to be back, Sid. I, I don't know what I would have done without you. The home, everything, it all just felt so, so empty. SCP-6609: Hey, Vi, hey it's okay. SCP-6609 gets up, walks around the table and embraces PoI:S_1182. SCP-6609: It's all going to be okay. How about I clean up the dishes, alright? PoI:S_1182 relocates to the living room, where she continues work on a knitting project. SCP-6609 loads the dishwasher and leaves several pots soaking in the kitchen. Both individuals remain in the living room, talking occasionally, for the following hour before going to bed. Addendum MR3—22/08/2021: Medical Report Concerning SCP-6609: 22/08/2021 Before discussing today's appointment with SCP-6609, I would like to revisit my previous report, submitted on August 15th — in which I presented the following statement concerning the anomalous properties of SCP-6609: […] After completing a series of additional tests on the individual lobes of SCP-6609's brain, the initial assumptions made — that SCP-6609 is perfectly capable of functioning without noticeable brain activity in response to stimuli — appears to be valid. Barring medical examination of the subject's brain, SCP-6609 is functionally indistinguishable from an average person. Additionally, the individual appears to retain comprehensive memories of his life prior to the accident and persons familiar with SCP-6609 have declared no noticeable alteration in his behaviour, mannerisms, or actions. As such, I believe SCP-6609 does not present a threat to normality, public safety, or the operations of the SCP Foundation. While I advocate for the continued observance of SCP-6609, detainment of the individual is neither necessary nor advisable. Since this prior report, a recent change in SCP-6609's brain activity has prompted me to rethink my understanding of this anomaly: SCP-6609's brain has resumed its full range of activity and appears to respond to stimuli. However, it does so in a way that fundamentally does not correspond to the actions undertaken by SCP-6609, his verbal responses to prompts and questions, and the apparent emotional state of the subject. For example, when performing simple physical tasks, scans of SCP-6609's brain indicate activity within lobes that do not correspond to the respective actions. Such scans furthermore suggest that SCP-6609's frontal lobe is extremely agitated, indicating distress, although SCP-6609 appears outwardly calm and claims to be relaxed. Additionally, SCP-6609 does not express any discomfort due to headaches or other physiological symptoms. I am hereby requisitioning a set of programmable Elisa-Cartes Memetic Agents3 in an attempt to determine if SCP-6609's brain is indeed responsive to outside stimuli. Sarah Fultie, MD, Site-184 Research Chair & Medical Practitioner. Addendum SR3—25/08/2021: Surveillance Report - 25/08/2021 Subject(s) of Interest: SCP-6609 — Sid Haworth & PoI:S_1182 — Violet Newton. Date & Time: 25/08/2021 - 5:37 pm. Location: 5█32 █████ St., Halifax, Nova Scotia. Camera and/or Microphone Position: K2: Kitchen SCP-6609 stands at a kitchen island, preparing food. David Bowie's Modern Love plays loudly in the background; SCP-6609 sings along partially while julienning carrots. SCP-6609: Puts my trust in God and Man, SCP-6609: No confessions, SCP-6609: No religion, SCP-6609: Don't believe in Modern Love! At the end of the verse, SCP-6609's arm jerks violently to the side, causing the individual to severely lacerate their thumb. SCP-6609 does not appear to notice the wound, despite it bleeding profusely, and continues thinly slicing the vegetables during the instrumental section of the song. SCP-6609: It's not really work, SCP-6609: It's just the power to charm, PoI:S_1182 enters from the other room SCP-6609: I'm still standing in the — PoI:S_1182: Sid, can I turn it down a bit? I'm having — Jesus Christ! Sid, your hand! SCP-6609: What, oh! Oh shit! PoI:S_1182 grabs a handful of paper towel and presses it around the wound. PoI:S_1182: Just hold that, okay? I'm going to go get some bandages. SCP-6609 peels the paper towel away slightly and grimaces. SCP-6609: Fuck. Vi, it's looking pretty bad. This is going to need stitches or something. PoI:S_1182: Okay, we should get in the car, I'll drive. Watch out, I'll get the door. SCP-6609: Wait, the stove's on. PoI:S_1182: Don't worry I'll get it. PoI:S_1182: Alright, let's go. Addendum MR4—29/08/2021: Medical Report Concerning SCP-6609: 29/08/2021 Following the approval of my requisition for memetic agents used to communicate with the conscious minds of humans, I prepared an assortment of encoded messages to show to SCP-6609. Prior to the test, equipment had been arranged to monitor the individual's brain's activity in response to stimuli. I've included an excerpt from this appointment in my report: Dialogue Transcription: Dr. Fultie: Okay. Now, Sid, I want you to take a look at this slide and let me know what you see, how it makes you feel, or anything else it calls to mind. SCP-6609: Uh, sure Doctor. Well, I'm not certain. It seems like a modernist artwork maybe? The colour palette is quite nice. I'm sorry if that's not the answer you're looking for. Dr. Fultie: There are no wrong answers, Sid. Don't worry about it. Dr. Fultie: Okay, here we go: slide 2, what do you think? SCP-6609: Well this one reminds me of waves on a beach I guess. There's a lot of rising and falling motion SCP-6609: It's weird on my eyes though, kind of like the lines are shifting. Like some sort of optical illusion. Dr. Fultie: That's great Sid, thank you. Dr. Fultie: Okay, you know the drill by now. What about this, slide 3? SCP-6609: Maybe a forest? Or vines? SCP-6609: No, wait this one reminds me of a knitting pattern. What's it called, cable knit? It's like a sweater Violet made for her mom last Christmas. It has that sort of weaving in-and-out, it's familiar. Dr. Fultie: Okay, great. Now here's slide number 4. I want you to take turns covering each eye as you look at this one; left eye first. SCP-6609: Uh, okay, Dr. Fultie: And now, right eye, please. SCP-6609: Oh, that's weird. It looks different through each eye. Is it meant to do that? Dr. Fultie: Yep. Don't worry about it. That's just your eyes processing an illusion of three-dimensionality. Everything is fine. Encoded Messages & Responses: Slide 01 Encoded Text: If you can read this, try to remain calm. I am here to help. Summary of Brain Response: Responsive activity in parietal and temporal lobes, decreased activity in the frontal lobe: suspected reduction in agitation and distress. Slide 02 Encoded Text: If you are able, please try and recollect a pleasant, meaningful memory in as much detail as possible while viewing this slide. Summary of Brain Response: Increased activity in the temporal lobe, particularly noticeable in the hippocampus. Analogous to responses observed in tests on baseline humans. Slide 03 Encoded Text: Please attempt to raise your left arm; do not be alarmed if you are unable to do so. Summary of Brain Response: Increased activity in the primary motor cortex of the frontal lobe as well as the cerebellum. No physical movement of SCP-6609's arm was observed at this time. Slide 04 Encoded Text: If you are not already, please continue trying to exert control over your body: routinely attempt to blink, vocalize, or engage in small muscle movements. We are going to help you. Summary of Brain Response: Varying responses in activity throughout the cerebrum: no intuitive interpetation presented. In the following section of my report, I've included a list of recent technological and memetic developments in Foundation direct-consciousness address strategies that I would like to attempt with SCP-6609 during subsequent appointments. Following permission from Site-Director Barrett, I also intend to forward SCP-6609's file to other Foundation research teams in hopes of collaborating on this endeavour. Sarah Fultie, MD, Site-184 Research Chair & Medical Practitioner. Addendum SR4—29/08/2021-04/09/2021: Surveillance Report - 29/08/2021-04/09/2021 Subject(s) of Interest: SCP-6609 — Sid Haworth The following log details notable abnormalities in the behaviour of SCP-6609, recorded over a period of 7 days by MTF Iota-3 Surveillance Agents. 29/08/2021: 5:43 pm. SCP-6609 attempts to call PoI:S_1182 regarding which groceries to purchase. While attempting to use his cellphone, SCP-6609 accidentally calls the contact above, "Violet Hawthorn," three times prior to telephoning the correct number. 30/08/2021: N/A. No unusual activity noted. 31/08/2021: 7:46 am. While descending the staircase, SCP-6609's left leg over-extends, causing the individual to nearly fall before grabbing onto the railing. 01/09/2021: 8:12 pm. After using the bathroom, SCP-6609 makes prolonged, unblinking eye contact with himself in the mirror; one eye is seen to glance around quickly. After blinking both eyes appeared to function normally. 02/09/2021: 5:42 pm. While sitting in the living room, SCP-6609 stands up and adjusts a framed photograph of himself among friends to face away from him. 03/09/2021: 1:13 am. SCP-6609 wakes up and goes to the kitchen to fill a glass of water. At the kitchen tap, SCP-6609 stands idle as the water glass overflows before losing his grasp on it. The individual appears to respond when the glass hits the bottom of the sink but does not break. 04/09/2021: N/A. No unusual activity noted. Addendum MR5—05/09/2021: Medical Report Concerning SCP-6609: 05/09/2021 Following the previous series of tests, I was approved for the use of an Elmwoods Engine4 a piece of anomalous technology capable of communicating with human brains through consciousness-to-consciousness tethering. My initial surprise that such a device exists — let alone that I have been permitted to use it — quickly developed into excitement for what opportunities this may afford me during this and future studies. I had the technicians prepare the necessary arrangements to tether the individual's consciousness to my own. Prior to the procedure, we had explained to SCP-6609 that the device was a newly developed MRI5 machine. Direct consciousness-to-consciousness communication, as I understand it, isn't quite speaking. It is a freeform exchange of ideas and concepts, that's quite hard to explain; there's a give and take, a push and pull. The following log is partly the Elmwood's Engine's output summary: a way to interpret how the brain constructs thought, and my own edits to it so as to best convey what I saw and experienced. Elmwoods Engine Activation 05/09/2021: Interpreative Transcript Hello? I'm assuming the playback is working. This is Dr. Sarah Fultie, SCP Foundation medical practitioner at Site-184. I have attempted direct consciousness-to-consciousness tethering with SCP-6609. Sid, my name is Sid. I appear to be in a residential domicile. 'Movement' through the space is slow: as though I'm swimming. I seem to be in a dining room. Although I haven't left it yet, I can visualize the entire house in my head. It resembles images I've seen of SCP-6609's home. I've yet to identify an external door to the space and something about the perspective seems off: every wall I look towards has a window in it, the same window. Explicitly thinking about it hurts — it's a white blur, like unfocused TV-static or a snowstorm. We were snowed in once, took the day off work and ate uncooked smores in bed. I've yet to locate SCP-6609. There doesn't seem to be anyone else here — wait, in cases of paralysis, a subject's mind can disassociate from their physical body. SCP-6609's effects have manifested, what a month ago? 13 days since I woke up; 33 days since it started moving; 55 since the crash. So the consciousness may not be presenting as a humanoid form. Sid, are you here? This is Dr. Fultie, from the clinic. I'm here to help you. Where else could I be, doctor. I can hear you Sid. Can you make yourself visible? You don't need to hide from me. I once read the mind fills the vessel it's in; that's how we decide what the 'self' is. But without the touch, where's the barrier? My body isn't what it used to be. I needed something familiar instead. Sid, do you know anything regarding what's happened to you? Have you been able to control the movement of your body at all? Is there anything you can share with me? We need to understand what's going on in order to help you. Hello? Who is that? I don't know how it happened. I woke up to it. I was in here, watching it move, talk in my voice. It's not me — who am I? Every day I try to be me again, but it doesn't work. Trapped. I'm trapped, looking out. That pane of glass between me and it, does it keep it out? What's keeping you trapped, Sid? I can see the house and there's no exit. Are you feeling confined to this space? When it realized I was here, and I knew my body wasn't the only thing it wanted, I shut the doors to keep it out. It wants to get in. I can hear it in the bushes outside, I can see its breath fogging my windows. Every time I tried to push, to take control back, I had to prod it away through the barrier. Command, the space around me is distorting slightly. Sid, I need you to try and stay calm, okay? It let me, it wanted me to make those cracks. They're growing larger This is Sarah. If you copy pull me out. The space is shifting, tilting. You don't see what you aren't looking for. When I look in my window, I don't see my reflection. Not until it wants me to. But it sees me, it's always there, looking in. Let me in. I'm here too.. I repeat, pull me out. The facade is cracking — I can hear glass breaking around me. I'm in the living room now, I'm not sure how. Through the window, it can see me. I don't know how, but it knows I'm here. The life-like and the lifeless are the same. The doll is comforting until it moves. There were cracks before, always — nothing is impermeable. There's always a way home. Oh god, there's a hand against the glass, pushing through. Pull me out, pull me — Following my successful extraction, it took a short while to collect my thoughts regarding what had transpired. While the specifics of the experience were unsettling, the experiment showed that the consciousness of SCP-6609 is not in direct control of their body. Additionally, it would seem to suggest that the entity responsible for SCP-6609's ability to interact with the world physically and process and respond to information is both aware of the initial consciousness and, itself, capable of distinguishing itself from it. While the first session was, admittedly, not as productive as I would have hoped, I believe with future tetherings of my and SCP-6609's consciousness, we may be able to uncover the cause of this event, and if so, Addendum SR5—05/09/2021: Surveillance Report - 05/09/2021 Subject(s) of Interest: SCP-6609 — Sid Haworth & PoI:S_1182 — Violet Newton. Date & Time: 05/09/2021 - 10:41 pm. Location: 5█32 █████ St., Halifax, Nova Scotia. Camera and/or Microphone Position: L1: Livingroom; M1: MTF Iota-3 SCP-6609 sits in the living room, in a hunched-over position. PoI:S_118 walks over and sits beside him. PoI:S_1182: Hey, Sid. Are you alright? SCP-6609: Yeah. I'm fine, why? PoI:S_1182: I don't know. You haven't really spoken to me at all since getting home SCP-6609: I've just been distracted. I'm sorry. PoI:S_1182 No, it's okay, really. Pause PoI:S_1182: So I was reading through emails, and I saw one from Dr. Fultie. She wanted to speak about some other healthcare options. There's apparently a clinic she's aware of that's doing some cutting-edge work on coma recovery. It's out of town so we'd need to stay for a few nights, but I think this could be really good for us. SCP-6609: I'm fine. Really. PoI:S_1182: Sid, I'm saying this because I love you, okay? But you really don't seem fine. You've been jumpy and out of it the last few weeks. I'm not trying to rush you into things, but you've blown off meeting up with Chris6, what 3 times? This just, this isn't like you, Sid. SCP-6609: I can't do it, okay? I can't go there. PoI:S_1182: Why not? If you're scared we can talk about it beforehand and they said I'd be welcome to come with you. SCP-6609: They'll take me away! I saw it, I could tell what she wanted. She was in there. PoI:S_1182: Who's going to take you away? What are you talking about, Sid? SCP-6609: I won't go. I refuse. I'm here and I'm not going. I need to stay. I saw what she wanted and I won't let it happen. PoI:S_1182: Sid, you're scaring me. What's wrong? SCP-6609: I'm fine. Just, I need a minute, okay? PoI:S_1182: Alright, but I'll just be in the other room. PoI:S_1182 moves to give SCP-6609 a hug, who hesitates before reciprocating. As she leaves the room SCP-6609 remains motionless on the chair, before quickly grabbing something from the nearby table and bolting to the front door. SCP-6609 is seen rapidly exiting the front doorway of the townhouse, holding a series of unidentified objects in his right hand. The individual pauses on the front lawn before running down the street. Members of MTF Iota-3 ("Neighbourhood Watch")'s surveillance detail assigned to SCP-6609 on-location are given permission to pursue from a distance, but not directly engage SCP-6609 unless in immediate danger. Additional personnel are placed on standby to aid in the detainment of SCP-6609 and PoI:S_118 if necessary. Iota-3-A and -B are advised to follow on-foot. Iota-3-C and Iota-3-D attempt to follow in the surveillance vehicle. Iota-3-B: Come on, [Iota-3-A], we got to pick up the pace. I just saw him, he ducked into the backyard up ahead. Iota-3-A: Jesus, okay. Hang back a bit, we don't want him seeing us. Iota-3-A and -B turn the corner. On-person cameras capture SCP-6609 scaling a waist-high chainlink fence and entering a small forested ravine on the other side of the property. Permission to use electronic stuns guns to subdue the suspect is given. Iota-3-A and -B proceed to progress over the fence and into the wooded area. Iota-3-A: Shit, it got dark in here. You got a flashlight with you, I left mine in the van. Iota-3-B: Yeah, here we go. You'd forget your own head if — hear that? Iota-3-A: In whispered tones Yep, over there on the right. Take the lead, you've got the light. Iota-3-B: Affirmative. A loud scream is captured by the microphone, followed by a series of slow sobs. Iota-3-B: Hello? If you can hear us, we're not going to hurt you. Come out with your hands up and we can have a talk. Iota-3-A: Wait, [Iota-3-B]. Take a look at this on the ground, is that? Camera footage pans downward. The undergrowth, partially illuminated by the flashlight, appears slick; Iota-3-B stops to examine Iota-3-B: Blood, yeah. I'll call this in. Command, we have a possibly wounded suspect, over. Iota-3-A: Something about this doesn't feel right. Do you think he cut himself on the fence? Iota-3-B: Maybe? Won't find out standing here though. Let's keep moving. If he is wounded he should be slowing down. Iota-3-A and -B continue tracking SCP-6609 for approximately 15 minutes. Iota-3-B: Hey, I got something over here! Camera footage reveals a small clearing. An unmoving figure appears slumped against a tree facing away from Iota-3-B, who prepares his stun gun before circling around the trunk. Iota-3-B: Jesus Christ! Command, the subject appears to be wounded. We need medical evacuation ASAP. The flashlight swings over SCP-6609, partially illuminating the subject's body. The individual's legs and footwear are caked in layers of mud, and the shirt appears to be stained; as the light moves upwards this staining is revealed to be a large quantity of dried blood, which progressively gets heavier towards the subject's neck and head. The individual appears unconscious and unresponsive to Iota-3-B's presence. SCP-6609 is revealed to have two wooden objects embedded within its head: one emerges from the right nostril and the other appears to have been inserted beneath the eye. One of SCP-6609's hands sways limply at its side while the other grasps the end of the object protruding from the subjects eye. A medical team dispatched to the location manages to confirm the entity is alive and undertakes transportation to Site-184's trauma response center. Addendum: Containment & Reclassification of SCP-6609 Following the recovery of SCP-6609, medical examination indicated that the inserted objects, a pair of knitting needles, managed to severely damage the individual's cerebellum and primary motor cortex — areas of the brain predominately associated with muscle movement and intentional body control. Damage to other parts of the subject's cerebrum appears to be superficial and nonintrusive towards regular brain activity. Following a rehabilitation period of 5 days, SCP-6609 was recovered enough to resume basic locomotion. The subject has shown a disinterest in conversing with Foundation personnel. Routine scans of SCP-6609's brain indicate signs of agitation and distress, but no unusual physical behaviours have been observed. SCP-6609 has been formally taken into Foundation containment; Object Class and updated Special Containment Procedures are pending review and approval. Footnotes 1. As of 02/08/2021, SCP-6609's brain is no longer in a comatose state; this has had no effect on the anomalous properties of SCP-6609. See Addendum MR3—22/08/2021 for additional information. 2. Artificially Intelligent Conscript. 3. Used to assess consciousness and sapience, these memetic agents encode predetermined messages comprehensible to the human brain in visually chaotic forms, primarily consisting of intersecting lines. 4. The Elmwoods Engine was developed as part of the GOTTFRIED Research & Development initiative. Further information is classified LEVEL 5: TOP SECRET. 5. Magnetic resonance imaging 6. A known previously close associate of SCP-6609 pre-collision. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6609" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6609. 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-6610 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-6610 Special Containment Procedures: As of 8/11/2022, SCP-6610 is uncontained (See Addendum 6610-2). Due to the low threat level posed by SCP-6610's theft, recontainment is considered a low-priority task. Description: SCP-6610 is a Canon Laser Class 830i fax machine, produced in 2010 by Canon Incorporated. The machine’s input can be accessed by any secondary fax machine as normal and can be reached at the number 213-867-5309. While powered on, the machine causes an intense memetic effect wherein anything printed by it is treated as "instructions" that will be carried out by one or more related persons (see Addendum 6610-1 and Addendum 6610-2). SCP-6610 was recovered during the raid on GoI-6696's compound. SCP-6610 has occasionally printed messages believed to be originating from one or more parties related to GoI-6696 without any prior input from Foundation personnel. Gathered evidence suggests that this has resulted in a potentially severe info breach (see Addendum 6610-2). These parties have been designated GoI-6610. Addendum 6610-1: Testing Logs Test #: 01 Procedure: Attempted to print the message “Hello World!” Result: The machine's display changed to read "Currently in use, please stand by." Test #: 02 Procedure: First test was repeated after five hours. Result: The machine's display changed to read "Currently in use, please stand by." Test #: 03 Procedure: Attempted to print the message "Testing, testing. 123456789." Result: The machine's display changed to read "Currently in use, please stand by." Superfluous Logs Redacted for Brevity. Test #: 22 Procedure: Attempted to print the message "God, I wish someone would get me a cup of coffee…" Result: SCP-6610 printed the message. Three minutes later, Dr. Connors entered SCP-6610's containment room and handed IT Assistant Michaels a cup of hot coffee. Test Notes: I asked him how he knew I wanted coffee and Connors said he just felt the "urge" to make a cup for "whoever was working in here." I've never met him before in my life. Maybe there's more to this thing? Test #: 28 Procedure: Attempted to print the message "Let me see Lucy." Result: SCP-6610 printed the message. One of the site's human relations team members called IT Assistant Michaels' emergency home phone. HR then urged his wife to come to the facility. She was then granted entry to the facility, setting off an intruder alarm. Michaels saw her as she was being taken to an interview room where she was interviewed, then later amnesticized and released. Test Notes: Recovering simple machines such as this from raids was probably meant to be more of a money-saving venture at first, but I think we've stumbled across something bigger than just an appliance. Going to alert the interview team to my findings and see what they make of it. Addendum 6610-2: Incident Logs Date: 8/7/2022 Description: SCP-6610 printed the following message on a sheet of paper: Cleanup Report: Cleanup went exceedingly well, aside from a couple of hiccups. Missing some materials though. Lost Materials: Seven historical log entries Six shipments of memory juice One Altered MagiFax Machine I believe the MagiFax was taken by the janitors. Could be useful for data "recovery." -Crimson Carl, High Magician. Incident Results: A member of Site-19's Level-01 janitorial staff was recorded on security cameras vigorously cleaning SCP-6610's containment room. Of note, the staff member hiccupped twice after finishing the cleaning. They then entered a log storage room and misplaced seven boxes, stood still for approximately two minutes, then removed SCP-6610 from its containment room and attempted to bring it to his personal storage locker. This triggered a low-level containment breach alarm. The staff member was subdued, interviewed, and properly amnesticized. While being subdued, site security noted that they were found crying and repeating the phrase "what is memory juice?" Date: 8/8/2022 Description: SCP-6610 printed the following message on a sheet of paper: Thanks for the response, boss. I took the liberty of siphoning data about ourselves from their servers. Aside from the initial payload we sent them, their run-in with earth's Show Host, and some logs from and regarding the raid, there hasn't been much. I'll begin siphoning other data starting tomorrow. -Crimson Carl, High Magician Incident Results: Dr. Patra was found in her office frantically and uncontrollably reading documents regarding the raid on GoI-6696's compound. An investigation to determine exact sources and methods through which this information was obtained by the unknown party is currently underway. Date: 8/9/2022 Description: A bag of Trail's End's "Unbelievable Butter" popcorn manifested on top of SCP-6610. The standard emergency Kant counters installed in SCP-6610's containment room measured the bag at a Hume level of 100.51 Incident Results: A brief investigation determined that the bag appeared as a result of a minor thaumaturgical process. This has allowed the Foundation's thaumaturgical studies division to track the original location of the item's enchantment performance. SCP-6610 has been reclassified to Euclid accordingly. Date: 8/10/2022 Description: SCP-6610 printed the following message on a sheet of paper: One of the jackasses in the fucking paper filing department left their bag of popcorn on top of the machine and now we're being tracked by the janitors. We're being tracked by a bag of fuckin popcorn, Boss. I thought about blowing up their MagiFax but maybe it's better to just take it back. Save some materials, y'know? Up to you. Let me know as soon as you can and I'll go handle it then. This'll be my last message for the time being, just in case they're reading. -Crimson Carl, High Magician Incident Results: A member of Site-19's Level-01 filing staff took a bag of uncooked popcorn from the staff break room and placed it on top of SCP-6610. SCP-6610 played a dial-up tone, then displaced the bag to the top of Site-19's IT Department experimentation fax machine. The bag produced a Hume level of 100.5. A request for further testing on SCP-6610's presumed teleportation capabilities has been submitted. Site-19 security personnel have been informed of threats to steal SCP-6610 and have made preparations accordingly. Date: 8/11/2022 Description: The door to SCP-6610's guarded containment cell became unlocked. The door opened itself, at which point a man dressed in a top hat and a red suit and tie manifested in the doorway. The man held his hands up around him as though he were pressing them against an invisible surface, then walked into the room, triggering an intruder alarm. Site-19 security attempted to detain the man but found that he was surrounded by an invisible barrier and thus could not be physically reached. The man approached SCP-6610, then turned to face the security personnel. He stated "Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls! Watch as I make this machine… disappear!" The man opened his mouth, reached his right thumb and index finger inside, then removed a long blue cloth. He draped the cloth over SCP-6610 and then removed it, causing SCP-6610 to demanifest. The man shouted "Voila!" He then bowed and draped the cloth over himself. When the cloth was removed, the man vanished before your very eyes! Another stunning performance by Crimson Carl, High Magician! Incident Results: SCP-6610 has been lost. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-6611 | euclid | Item#: 6611 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6611-1, SCP-6611-2-3, and SCP-6611-17, Photographed in the Bale Mountains National Park in Ethiopia, 09/23/19 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-6611 instances are to be kept in the decommissioned Large Aircraft Hangar Complex 12 on Site-427. All of the 5,000 square meter space has been repurposed with a 2.4-meter tall vertical steel railing, a surrounding dry moat measuring 3-meters wide and 2.4-meters deep, and a 2.4-meter tall wall of concrete and rebar reinforcing the interior of the steel walls. A single steel gate and drawbridge capable of withstanding a weight of 6000 kilograms have been installed within the facility. 20 security cameras have been installed throughout the enclosure area, which provides a live feed that is recorded to Site-427’s Observational Research Wing (ORW) at all times. Per requests from Doctor Coetzer, Site-427 Director Hill approved the installation of the following amenities: One 150 kiloliter pool Four 2 meter tall piles of dirt Twelve dead trees originating from the African savannah Various stimulatory items Six overhead heaters As of the completion of this complex’s repurposing on 09/27/2019, Site Director Hill has assigned Doctor Coetzer to lead all facility operations including general upkeep and care of SCP-6611 instances. Level 3 Personnel may make a formal request to perform tests on SCP-6611 to Site Director Hill, with all detailed inquiries directed to be sent to ten.pics|lliheduj#ten.pics|lliheduj. Following Incident SCP-6611-D (See Incident Log SCP-6611-D) Site Director Hill prohibits all Foundation activity within SCP-6611’s enclosure without the use of Protocol 20KX-Hill unless personally approved by Site Director Hill. Any staff experiencing abnormal dreams are to report to Dr. Coetzer promptly. Protocol 20KX-Hill:Before Foundation personnel entering the enclosure area of the facility, all instances of SCP-6611 are to be injected with 1 gram of xylazine via tranquilizer dart. The gate and bridge of the enclosure are not to be opened until all 20 instances have been visibly unconscious for no less than ten minutes. At this point, only D-Class personnel are permitted to directly interact with SCP-6611 instances. Any D-Class activity must be directed by Doctor Coetzer and her staff via remote radio transmission and live viewing from Site-427’s ORW. All D-Class personnel are to evacuate the enclosure area 45 minutes after entering the facility, and the gate and bridge are to be closed at 50 minutes regardless of the evacuation status of D-Class personnel. If that any SCP-6611 instance is to awaken within this 50-minute window, the gate and bridge are to be immediately closed and all D-Class personnel within the enclosure area are to be considered deceased. Violation of this protocol in any capacity is punishable by detainment at the discretion of Site Director Hill. Description: SCP-6611 is the collective designation for a group of Loxodonta africana (African Bush Elephants). SCP-6611-1 is an adult African Bush Elephant estimated to be around 70 years old and serves as the matriarch of the herd (hereafter referred to as SCP-6611-2), which consists of 19 African Bush Elephants. They are physically identical to nonanomalous African Bush Elephants (See Test Log SCP-6611-A). SCP-6611-1’s anomalous properties were discovered by zoologist Doctor Verwey of the African Wildlife Foundation in August of 2019. Doctor Verwey and her team of eight conservationists had been following SCP-6611 in the Bale Mountains National Park in Ethiopia to study the behavior of this herd. During this expedition, they observed the herd performing unusual behaviors, reminiscent of ritualistic practices, including: Traveling to locations of previous herd members' graves as determined by the discovery of African Bush Elephant remains at each location (See Report SCP-6611-Verwey-A). Mourning a recently deceased 21st member of their herd by collecting its remains, burying the body, collecting flowers and fruit, and circling the gravesite until around midnight. Using clay and other natural substances to create artistic designs on each others’ faces and torsos during the day before a full moon. Creating noises in harmony similar to a song during dusk before a full moon. Walking in a circle while waving leafed tree branches towards the full moon from midnight to dawn when not at a gravesite. Bathing off the clay designs the day after a full moon. The majority of these behaviors have already been well-documented by civilian zoologists. After observing these behaviors the expedition observed SCP-6611-1 begin to be sluggish and display symptoms that Doctor Verwey found consistent with an elephant near death. The expedition watched SCP-6611-2 console SCP-6611-1, who survived until the full moon of August 2019. That night, SCP-6611 was attacked by a pride of Panthera leo (African Lions). This resulted in no casualties amongst SCP-6611, however, five members of the lion pride were killed in the altercation. After the attack, a new ritual took place: SCP-6611 walked to the top of a nearby hill while dragging the bodies of the dead lions with them. SCP-6611-1 falls dead, and the dead lions are placed around SCP-6611-1. SCP-6611-2 circles the pile of bodies from midnight until dusk, waving leafed branches towards the moon and “singing” throughout the night. The bodies are seen rapidly decomposing, with the smell of rotting flesh reaching the observers within the first hour of the ritual. By morning, the bodies have disintegrated beyond recognition. From the opposite side of the hill from the expedition's vantage point, an unharmed SCP-6611-1 walks to the top of the hill and gives a vocalization louder than should be physically possible. After witnessing the revival, the expedition returned to the Bale Mountains National Park Office and told the experience to those there while providing video evidence of the event. One Ignotus Initiative1 agent stationed at the Bale Mountains National Park undercover as a member of the Bale Mountains National Park staff reported the anomaly to the Foundation. Foundation officials apprehended the expedition team, administered amnestics to the Bale Mountains National Park staff, and seized the camera which contained the video of the event. During the period between Ignotus Initiative Agent Michelle Ire reporting the anomaly and the arrival of Mobile Task Force Iota-5 "The Rangers", all members of the expedition team experienced unusual dreams containing SCP-6611 (See Interview Log SCP-6611-A). Using information collected via interviews of the expedition team, the Foundation confirmed that the video of the event had not been shared beyond the previously mentioned individuals. MTF Iota-5 tracked SCP-6611 until the containment facility completed repurposing. All members of the civilian expedition were given amnestics and returned to Ethiopia except for Doctor Verwey who agreed to work under Doctor Coetzer as a Foundation employee. Addendum: Interview Log SCP-6611-A Interviewer: Doctor Telzah, Foundation Biologist and Anomalous Organism Specialist Interviewee: Doctor Verwey, civilian Zoologist, discoverer of SCP-6611 Foreword: The interview takes place on 08/27/19 after the detainment of Dr. Verwey and her team in response to Ignotus Initiative Field Agent Ire report of an anomalous event with witnesses. Dr. Verwey was the final interview of these detainees. Previous interviews have been discarded due to irrelevant content within and upholding civilian privacy. <Begin Audio Log> [Site-427 ORW] Telzah: Good evening Doctor, how are you feeling? Verwey: Pretty shook up, honestly. It’s been a wild past few days, and everything has been so fast and confusing. Telzah: I can imagine. Things get pretty strange around here, I'd drop your preconceptions about reality while you’re here. Verwey: Is that right? (CHUCKLES) I’m still in disbelief about what I saw, and being dragged out of Ethiopia, freaked me the hell out. Telzah: That tends to be how they do things around here. That aside, I’m here to interview you about everything you experienced surrounding the event. What I typically do here is work with animals like this directly, however in this particular case I’ve been asked to keep records of everything surrounding this event. Verwey: So you’re interrogating me? Telzah: No, I’m just trying to understand what happened to you and your team. Can you begin with the event in question? Verwey: You mean Kamali coming back to life? I don’t really know what else to say other than we watched her body decompose all that night and as soon as the sun came up she reappeared out of thin air. I thought I was going crazy, but the rest of my team saw it too. At first, I thought one of them packed some sort of drugs and we all got second-hand, but I checked everyone’s things and there was nothing of the sort. (PUTS HANDS IN FACE AND RUBS EYES) We were all in disbelief about what we saw, and some of my colleagues were frustrated at me for insisting on checking their packs, and they showed me the video that they got of the revival. We called it quits and went back to the Bale Mountains Park Office. Reported what we saw to the rangers and all went home. Telzah: And it was after this point that you and the others began having abnormal dreams? Verwey: Yeah… that’s right. Telzah: Could you describe to me what you saw? Verwey: Sure… I was back in the Bale Mountains, I think. I recognized the stream I was standing beside, but I couldn’t make out many of my surroundings. It was like there was a spotlight pointed at me from directly above, and everything else was dark and warping around me. I looked up, and I think the spotlight was coming from the moon? It was full, just like the night we saw Kamali reappear. Everything was still… like, too still. (VERWEY PAUSES, EYES WANDER) I could hear the same song the elephants were singing all around me, but it was so faint I could barely even notice it. Not only that, it sounded way more… human… than it did before. I looked around, but I was too scared to leave the light- I guess I felt like something was out to get me in that warping darkness. Then I saw something moving towards me out of the corner of my eye, manifesting in the swirling darkness, and I panicked. I reached for my belt, and I found that I had a gun in my hand. It was almost as if it directly appeared in my hand… I don’t know, dreams are strange I guess. (VERWEY PAUSES, BROW FOLDS IN THOUGHT) I looked back up, and an elephant calf had walked just past the edge of the spotlight. She looked directly into my eyes… and I suppose some maternal instinct or something kicked in. I slowly set down the gun to not scare the calf, and I held out my hand to her. Then, it was almost as if a wave passed through the darkness around me, distorting the image even more. I looked around at it, but then the elephant skipped right over to me and nuzzled her head up to my chest. It startled me but I gave her a few pats on the head. And then… (MOMENTS OF SILENCE, VERWEY LOOKS DOWN WITH A FROWN) Telzah: … And then what happened? Verwey: … I felt this huge presence looking down on me. As if a giant was right behind me, looking at the back of my head with its enormous eyes. I turned around, but I couldn’t see anything- it was still just a swirling mass of darkness. Then… then the calf nudged its head again, I turned to it, and it looked me right in the eyes and spoke to me. Telzah: What did it say to you? Verwey: … It sounded as if every voice in the world was speaking at once. It was so jumbled and incoherent, but one word I picked out and heard over and over was the word 'mercy.' The dream warped and faded away into another scene, one that I recognized from my Sunday school as a child. It was in a desert, along a large body of water. I was floating in the air, looking down on a large group of people rushing towards the water. I had a stone in my hand, and I could see an army approaching the people. I think I was watching Moses take the Israelites out of Egypt. (LOOK OF CONFUSION) Verwey: And… I heard Moses ask me for help- me specifically. So I threw the rock at the army, and it impacted with a world-shaking explosion on the ground. The sound was so loud and everything around me shook so violently, it stirred me awake. (MOMENTS OF SILENCE) Telzah: What do you think all of this was about? Verwey: I don’t know, and still don't, to be honest. I woke up shortly after in a cold sweat and didn’t think much of it. Texted one of my colleagues, ███ ██████2, and he told me he had the exact same dream. I knew that it wasn’t just a normal dream after that. We asked the others, and it was the same with each and every member of my team. I was scared, and I think they all were too. What the voices said were so vague and they haunted me… but then we were all taken here, which frankly has shaken me up even more. Telzah: I apologize for the distress this all has caused you, Doctor Verwey. We try our best to make things as easy for those who we need to detain as possible, but I'm sure you can understand that that only is realistic to a point. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable at this time. Verwey: (EASES) …Thank you, I appreciate that a lot. Telzah: If there is nothing more that you feel that we need to know, then I believe that's all I will need from you at this time. Verwey: (CONCERNED TONE) So what happens to me now? Telzah: Standard procedure is that once we have received enough information from civilians, they will be administered an amnestic compound. This will eliminate their memories of the classified information, and they will be returned to live their lives as they would normally. Verwey: (SHOCKED) So you’re just gonna cut those memories out of my own head after I give you what you want? I’m sure that as a scientist, even if you work for the government or something, you wouldn’t want to lose this kind of knowledge either- this is the kind of stuff that can change the scientific community forever. (STERN) I refuse to be given this drug, whatever it is. Telzah: I’m afraid that you don’t have a choice, according to protocol. That being said, I can talk to my superior about her hiring you as a member of her staff. You will be administered amnestics unless you have more to offer us, so offering your services directly would allow you to keep your memories. The stipulation would be your agreeing to do whatever we assign you, and of course, keep classified information just that- classified. Verwey: So I either work for this place, whatever the hell it is, from here on out- or I lose my memory? Telzah: That is correct. Verwey: Will this be offered to my colleagues? Telzah: That is highly unlikely. They do not have nearly as many credentials as you do, and frankly, I can only stick my head out so much given my position. Verwey: Why would you stick your head out for me? I don’t know you, and you don’t know me. Telzah: … I feel that a- uh- new perspective that you could bring to the table would greatly benefit our operations, especially regarding these elephants. Verwey: I see… is there anything else you need from me? Telzah: Not at this time. I will likely be talking to you in the future, however, so hold tight Dr. Verwey. Verwey: (NODS) Telzah: (EXITS ROOM) <End Log> Closing Statement: After Interview SCP-6611-A, Dr. Verwey was hired under Dr. Coetzer as an assistant. As per protocol, all other members of the civilian team were administered amnestics and returned to Ethiopia. Incident Log SCP-6611-A: DATE: 09/20/19 SUBJECT: SCP-6611 DESCRIPTION: Mobile Task Force Iota-5 “The Rangers” dispatched to identify the site of revival event and track SCP-6611 until the completion of the containment facility. Site and evidence of the revival event were discovered by MTF Iota-5. All members of MTF Iota-5 reported dreams to MTF Iota-5 Sergeant Moore in the morning of 09/20/19, which upon review were nearly identical to the ones experienced by Zoologist Dr. Verwey and her civilian expedition team (See Interview Log SCP-6611-A). Sergeant Moore reported to headquarters that all MTF Iota-5 members’ dreams were the same, except for if whether or not they shot the elephant. He made a count of 6 men who chose to shoot, and 9 men including himself who did not kill it. On the morning of 09/21/19, Sergeant Moore reported to headquarters that 6 of MTF Iota-5 had gone missing without a trace. After a week of searching with no evidence found of their whereabouts, these individuals have been declared MIA, and the remainder of MTF Iota-5 were ordered to continue tracking SCP-6611. CASUALTY REPORT: SCP Items Breached: n/a SCP Items Missing: SCP Items Terminated: Foundation Personnel Injured: Foundation Personnel Missing: 6 Foundation Personnel Killed: Memorandum SCP-6611-Coetzer-A DATE: 10/03/19 TO: All SCP-6611 Staff FROM: Dr. Coetzer, SCP-6611 Operations Director SUBJECT: Welcome to SCP-6611 Operations After a successful and smooth move-in of SCP-6611, we are officially beginning containment operations. I will be leading operations for the foreseeable future. Each of you has been sent individual assignments regarding the upkeep of this complex; if any of you have any questions or clarifications about their role, please contact me as soon as possible. We have two new members of our staff who will be acting as my assistants. Dr. Verwey is a seasoned Zoologist with personal experience with SCP-6611, and as such will be aiding me and others in daily upkeep. Dr. Telzah is an Anomalous Organism Specialist, and although is assigned primarily for administrative duties, he will be a knowledgeable resource as well. Dr. Telzah has recently completed the database entry for SCP-6611, and you are all required to read the Special Containment Procedures before your first shift. Although Site Director Hill has approved the construction and upkeep of this complex, we are on a very tight budget. As such, we cannot afford to make expensive mistakes. I will not hesitate to reprimand those who act negligently. I am looking forward to working with you all. Report SCP-6611-Verwey-A DATE: 10/10/19 TO: Dr. Coetzer, SCP-6611 Operations Director FROM: Dr. Verwey, SCP-6611 Assistant Zoologist SUBJECT: Report on Proto-Cultural Behavior As per your request, here is all of the information that I have gathered based on previous experiences with the herd: Before this most recent expedition, I had followed this herd on two other occasions. Professors from Addis Ababa University had led previous expeditions in years past studying this group in particular with their doctoral students, so as such I participated in one during my studies there. They taught us the typical procedure for such scientific endeavors and used this herd as an example of a typical herd of elephants. At that time, they were just that: a typical herd of elephants. We observed behavior consistent with well-recorded data of elephant activity, with the waving of branches at the full moon standing out the most. While this was fascinating to me due to just how intelligent they were, this was nothing new to the professors leading the expedition. I remember them remarking on the unique intelligence of Kamali, who was a young matriarch at the time. Nothing out of the ordinary for elephants per se, but they had been recording her unique vocalizations towards the other elephants, observing her demonstrating survival skills such as the use of mud as sunblock or a branch to reach hard-to-get vegetation, and witnessed the other members of her herd, by her lead, work in unison in a way rare in the animal kingdom. While Kamali was certainly special, she was not abnormal or ground-breaking by scientific standards. Many years later, I led my first expedition as a Doctor of Zoology. I chose to study this herd once more, frankly due to a fondness I had gained for them. It was a much smaller team than the one I was with during my education, with only four individuals including myself participating. It was on this expedition that I first noticed the development of the herd. We observed all of the elephants utilizing the same unique vocalizations that were recorded solely in Kamali years prior, with new patterns of herd behavior emerging. Previously, the herd would travel throughout the park solely in search of food and water. However, my team and I gathered that they were now visiting the locations where previous members of the herd had died. █████3, one of the younger team members, discovered the bones of an elephant buried at one such site after the herd left the area. We also discovered that the elephants were placing flowers and fruit around the area, which was a new behavior to us all. Why would an elephant waste such a valuable resource, especially while in the African wild? All of this fascinated me, and as such, I mapped the areas that were these so-called “gravesites” and hoped to return one day to further understand this behavior. However, before the end of that second expedition is when we first witnessed the ritualistic behavior. Two nights before when we would return home, we observed in the middle of the night as Kamali led the herd to a hilltop with many leafed branches held in her trunk. She demonstrated to the others how to wave a branch in the air and handed each member one branch to use. She then began to seemingly corral them into a circle and pushed them to begin walking along the perimeter of said circle. Once the entire herd was walking in a circle, she began a vocalization that was completely new to us. My colleagues noted that it sounded strangely similar to singing. The other elephants attempted to replicate these vocalizations, but it was very disorganized and chaotic. We watched this behavior until daylight, where the activity stopped and the herd left the hilltop. Having observed all of this, I worked for some time to prepare an appropriately equipped team to learn more about this new behavior. It took roughly two years to set everything in place, and I was very excited to learn more about these fascinating creatures. What happened on that expedition, I’m sure, you are distinctly already aware of. If you have any more questions for me or require any clarification, please feel free to reach out! Test Log SCP-6611-A DATE: 10/20/19 HYPOTHESIS: The chemical makeup of SCP-6611 contains anomalous properties. EXPERIMENT: A full anatomical inspection, a saliva sample, and a blood sample will be taken from each SCP-6611 instance and be compared to data on non-anomalous African Bush Elephants. RESULTS: Anatomical Inspection: Saliva Sample: Blood Sample: SCP-6611-1 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-1 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-2 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-3 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-4 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-5 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-6 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-7 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-8 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-9 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-10 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-11 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-12 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-13 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-14 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-15 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-16 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-17 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-18 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous SCP-6611-2-19 Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous Non-Anomalous TOTAL: 0% Anomalous 0% Anomalous 0% Anomalous CONCLUSIONS: All SCP-6611 instances are physically normal African Bush Elephants. Dr. Coetzer recommends beginning observational studies of SCP-6611 to find anomalous behavior. Site Director Hill recommends future testing of the results of administering anesthetic compound tetrodotoxin-A-B to SCP-6611-1 to create a faux death event to trigger revival behavior. Proto-Cultural Analysis SCP-6611-Young-A DATE: 11/03/19 ABSTRACT: Doctor of Anthropology Katherine Young witnessed behavior consistent with Dr. Verwey’s report (See Report SCP-6611-Verwey-A) has been observed alongside the emergence of specialized roles within SCP-6611. EXECUTION: Doctor Young and her assistant Doctor Beau observed SCP-6611 activity via ORW security cam live feed throughout a two-week period from 10/20/19 to 11/03/19. Doctor Young would observe live feed from 0000 hours to 1200 hours each day, while Doctor Beau would observe live feed from 1200 hours to 0000 hours each day. All activity and trends were recorded as they were witnessed and analyzed during periods of SCP-6611 inactivity. FINDINGS: At the beginning of the observational period, SCP-6611-1 was witnessed wandering the enclosure area before beginning to make vocalizations towards SCP-6611-2 instances. Throughout two weeks, a routine consistent with aspects of behavior outlined in Doctor Verwey’s report (See Report SCP-6611-Verwey-A) was observed. Specifically, SCP-6611-1 used unique vocalizations to direct SCP-6611-2 instances to perform certain tasks daily. The following roles have been assigned to and executed by SCP-6611 instances throughout the two-week observational period: SCP-6611-1 directs SCP-6611-2 instances through vocalizations. SCP-6611-2-2, SCP-6611-2-9, and SCP-6611-2-17 play with, protect, and nurse SCP-6611-2-3. SCP-6611-2-11, SCP-6611-2-15, SCP-6611-2-18, and SCP-6611-2-19 fetch water via three 5 gallon plastic buckets left within the enclosure area by Doctor Coetzer for stimulatory purposes. SCP-6611-2-6, SCP-6611-2-7, and SCP-6611-2-13 create and apply mud to other SCP-6611-2 instances as a form of sunblock. SCP-6611-2-4, SCP-6611-2-10, and SCP-6611-2-14 utilize sticks and branches to scratch other SCP-6611-2 instances to remove Ixodes scapularis (Deer Tick) and other parasites. SCP-6611-2-5, SCP-6611-2-8, SCP-6611-2-12, and SCP-6611-2-16 carry hay from the restocking area of the enclosure to the location of SCP-6611 to feed other SCP-6611 instances. However, it is important to note that no ritualistic behavior was observed during this period. This may be due to no full moons occurring during the duration of the observational period, and the only recorded ritualistic behavior occurring exclusively during a full moon. CONCLUSIONS: SCP-6611 has developed a proto-culture that includes role specialization and leadership. Although no ritualistic activity was observed during the observational period, it can be extrapolated based upon previous reports that this proto-culture has also developed a proto-religion surrounding the moon. Test Log SCP-6611-B DATE: 11/05/19 HYPOTHESIS: SCP-6611-2 will initiate revival behavior if instances believe that SCP-6611-1 is deceased. EXPERIMENT: SCP-6611-1 is administered 1 gram of anesthetic compound tetrodotoxin-A-B via a dart to induce temporary “faux death” in SCP-6611-1 through motor muscular paralysis and heart rate slowed to 10 bpm. SCP-6611-2 will be observed over the 10-minute window of the effect of tetrodotoxin-A-B. RESULTS: SCP-6611-2 began displaying behavior consistent with signs of distress. Dr. Verwey confirms SCP-6611-2 vocalizations to be that of great emotional pain. No revival behavior was described in previous reports observed. Dr. Coetzer orders the administration of antidote TDT-A-B via dart 5 minutes and 12 seconds into the experiment. CONCLUSIONS: Dr. Coetzer concludes that “faux death” experiments cannot replicate revival behavior. Site Director Hill requests further “faux death” testing due to the incomplete nature of Test SCP-6611-B. Dr. Coetzer requires written approval from the Ethics Committee to continue “faux death” testing. Proto-Cultural Analysis SCP-6611-Young-B DATE: 11/19/19 ABSTRACT: Doctor of Anthropology Katherine Young observed behavior consistent with her previous analysis (See Proto-Cultural Analysis SCP-6611-A) with the addition of new behaviors displaying distress and aggression, as well as SCP-6611-1 teaching SCP-6611-2 how to pick up and swing branches towards Foundation personnel. EXECUTION: Doctor Young and her assistant Doctor Beau observed SCP-6611-2 activity via ORW security cam live feed throughout a two-week period from 11/05/19 to 11/19/19. Doctor Young would observe live feed from 0000 hours to 1200 hours each day, while Doctor Beau would observe live feed from 1200 hours to 0000 hours each day. All activity and trends were recorded as they were witnessed and analyzed during periods of SCP-6611 inactivity. FINDINGS: No drastic changes of the specialized roles or SCP-6611 items participating in those specialized roles previously observed (See Proto-Cultural Analysis SCP-6611-A) was witnessed by Doctor Young or Doctor Beau at any point of the observational period. However, after the events of the most recent test (See Test Log SCP-6611-B), new intersocial behavior within SCP-6611 has been observed. Vocalizations have been recorded and confirmed by Doctor Verwey to be consistent with distress, with actions such as one SCP-6611-2 instance nudging its head against another distressed SCP-6611-2 instance displaying active consoling behavior within SCP-6611. SCP-6611-1 was recorded on five different occasions to pick up branches from within the enclosure with its trunk and swing them back and forth, then push SCP-6611-2 instances to replicate the behavior. While observing Foundation personnel restocking the enclosure after the fifth recorded event of SCP-6611-1 teaching SCP-6611-2 instances to pick up and swing branches, SCP-6611 was seen doing so to prevent Foundation personnel from approaching them. CONCLUSIONS: In response to distress, SCP-6611 has begun to display organized aggressive behavior which is potentially harmful to Foundation personnel. No changes in the specialized role system previously established as a result of distress indicate a reinforcement of this specialized role system. Doctor Coetzer determined that there was no active threat, and encouraged Foundation personnel to respect the distance the SCP-6611 instances were establishing. While it was determined that this created no active threat, this behavior has been noted as aggressive, and as such Doctor Coetzer has ordered that all future personnel entering the enclosure are to be notified of such before entering the facility. Memorandum SCP-6611-Coetzer-B DATE: 11/26/19 TO: All SCP-6611 Staff FROM: Dr. Coetzer, SCP-6611 Operations Director SUBJECT: Heating Element Disfunction It has recently been brought to my attention that a number of the heating elements within the enclosure area are not functioning properly. I have sent a request for repairs to our maintenance crew to address it. Please cooperate with them as they arrive. That being said, I am requesting that all staff stay on watch for symptoms of hypothermia in all SCP-6611 instances. The environment of the Northeastern U.S. is much colder than their natural environment in Ethiopia, so we have to be careful to ensure they are kept at a livable temperature. Inform me immediately if any suspicious symptoms arise. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. Keep up the great work. Incident Log SCP-6611-B: DATE: 12/25/19 SUBJECT: SCP-6611 DESCRIPTION: SCP-6611-2-3, the only calf of SCP-6611, dies at around 0100 hours. An autopsy after Incident SCP-6611-B finds the cause of death as hypothermia. Off-duty staff all reported a similar dream, described as the staff member holding a child from their personal lives. This child dies of the cold while in a blizzard, with many voices crying all around them. On-duty staff responded to an attempted breach of containment, where the remaining SCP-6611 instances rioted in their enclosure and attacked multiple personnel. SCP-6611-1 was recorded via a security camera pulling a vertical steel rail from its foundation and using it as a battering weapon against Foundation personnel responding to the attempted breach of containment. The riot was only subdued when Dr. Verwey approached SCP-6611-1, who dropped the steel rail and returned peacefully to SCP-6611-2. After the event, Dr. Coetzer requested an Ethics Committee investigation into the maintenance crew of Site-427. CASUALTY REPORT: SCP Items Breached: SCP Items Missing: SCP Items Terminated: 1 Foundation Personnel Injured: 13 Foundation Personnel Missing: Foundation Personnel Killed: 5 Incident Log SCP-6611-C: DATE: 01/10/20 SUBJECT: SCP-6611 DESCRIPTION: Staff at the Site-427 ORW report SCP-6611 beginning a ritual at 1714 hours and begin studying behavior. They describe SCP-6611 walking in a circle while “singing” and waving dead branches towards the air. They found that all of the hay supplied to SCP-6611 had been placed at the center of the circle. At 0000 hours, the power at Site-427 goes out completely. Backup generators at Site-427 fail to operate. Security guards patrolling the outer perimeter of Site-427 report the moon suddenly turning into a new moon, despite that night previously being reported as having a full moon. Sitewide breach events occur due to loss of power. Breach events were ongoing until 01/13/20. All MTF units from Site-415 and Site-408 are requested as backup to contain the breach events. MTF units from Site-415 arrive on 01/11/20, and MTF units from Site-408 arrive on 01/12/20. All of SCP-6611 were found contained within the enclosure region at 0247 hours on 01/13/20. All breach events were declared contained at 0512 hours on 01/13/20. CASUALTY REPORT: SCP Items Breached: 41 SCP Items Missing: SCP Items Terminated: 11 Foundation Personnel Injured: 63 Foundation Personnel Missing: 10 Foundation Personnel Killed: 95 Incident Log SCP-6611-D: DATE: 01/13/20 SUBJECT: SCP-6611 DESCRIPTION: Staff enter the enclosure area to feed SCP-6611 after the end of Incident SCP-6611-C. Without instigation, SCP-6611 blocks the exit of the enclosure, surrounds all of the staff members, and simultaneously charges the trapped personnel. Six staff members escape the charge with injuries and are recovered by Site-427 Security. Eight staff members were killed in the charge. Site-427 ORW reports SCP-6611 dragging the corpses of the eight deceased staff members to the center of the enclosure. The eight corpses are then placed in a circle, laying on their backs with their limbs sprawled outwards. SCP-6611 begins to circle the ring of corpses, and as they “sing” the bodies of the staff members begin to rapidly decompose. Aggression is displayed towards the Site-427 Security staff recovering the injured staff members, resulting in the failure to recover the bodies of the eight deceased staff members. Dr. Coetzer declares an evacuation of the facility. During the evacuation, SCP-6611-2-3 can be seen alive and entering the enclosure area from a blind spot in the ORW security camera system. Site-427 Director Hill establishes Protocol 20KX-Hill at 2030 hours on 01/13/20 and resumes operations. Investigation of Site-427 ORW footage reveals evidence of premeditation for these attacks, including SCP-6611-1 gathering dead branches from within the enclosure and distributing them to SCP-6611-2, and pushing SCP-6611-2 instances to particular locations within the enclosure before Foundation personnel entering the enclosure. These branches were used as battering weapons by SCP-6611 and the locations that SCP-6611-2 instances were placed at resulted in the surrounding of Foundation personnel and the exit being blocked during the charge. CASUALTY REPORT: SCP Items Breached: SCP Items Missing: SCP Items Terminated: Foundation Personnel Injured: 6 Foundation Personnel Missing: Foundation Personnel Killed: 8 WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ADDENDUM IS LEVEL 4 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS ADDENDUM WITHOUT LEVEL 4 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. ID 73eb6ff5727eec3dcccdb04295e733b9_1734915705 PASSWORD 85f01ac7e96ccb9c6b44c7fb840e3468_1734915705 Login Logout Item#: 6611-3 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: There is no currently known way to contain SCP-6611-3. Dr. Coetzer proposes the humane treatment of SCP-6611 would be sufficient in appeasing SCP-6611-3. Description: Following Incident SCP-6611-D (See Incident Log SCP-6611-D) the classification of SCP-6611-3 has been added. SCP-6611-3 is an entity that has appeared in the dreams of numerous civilians and Foundation personnel and is theorized to be the acting force behind the revival of SCP-6611-1 and SCP-6611-2-3, as well as Incidents SCP-6611-A through D. SCP-6611-3 has been recorded influencing the dreams of humans, reviving the dead, making individuals go missing without explanation, initiating accelerated decomposition, and creating inexplicable occurrences such as unexplainable power outages. However, the full extent of SCP-6611-3’s anomalous abilities is unknown. As such SCP-6611-3 has been given the Object Class ‘Keter’ independent of SCP-6611-1 and SCP-6611-2 being classified as ‘Euclid.’ A research team of cosmic entity specialists, referred to henceforth as Project Deus Loxodonta, has been assigned by Site-427 Director Hill with approval of the O5 Council to conduct further studies on SCP-6611-3. Addendum: Note from Site-427 Director Jude Hill: For those who read this file, I encourage you to not underestimate SCP-6611-3 as I had. This entity may pose as one of the largest threats to the Foundation that we have ever encountered. Dr. Coetzer, my colleague whom I had assigned to SCP-6611, seems to believe that treating SCP-6611 with proper care will alleviate SCP-6611-3’s aggression. Bless her, Anja has too kind of a heart for this line of work. Here is the reality: as far as we know, this entity could be completely harmless or malicious in intent; the Foundation and even humanity as a whole are at the mercy of this entity regardless, as its powers are- as of our current understanding- limitless. SCP-6611 has been nothing but aggressive to our personnel ever since Incident SCP-6611-D. If we remain kind to SCP-6611 like she and Fabunni Verwey suggest, even if that will end the aggression from SCP-6611, what will stop SCP-6611-3 from causing a calamity just because it feels like it? If a poacher hunts another SCP-6611 instance, what is stopping SCP-6611-3 from causing an XK-Class extinction-level event? That is why I have begun Project Deus Loxodonta- to find a way to contain this threat. If the O5 hadn’t agreed with this notion, they would have never approved of it- so I know that they are distinctly aware of the reality of this threat as well. SCP-6611-3’s alignment with SCP-6611 clearly shows that it is not aligned with humanity- it is only a matter of time before its wrath comes for us unless we do something about it. But do something about it we will and must. If I could offer any advice to you, it would be to be afraid of The Elephant’s God. -Jude Hill, Site-427 Director Footnotes 1. A Foundation program that has stationed at least one agent undercover at every National Park in the world to monitor for anomalies that occur within them. 2. Redacted to uphold civilian privacy 3. Redacted to uphold civilian privacy ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6611" by Doctor Telzah, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6611. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Slony Afrika Okavango Delta Author: katja License: CC0 Source Link: Pixabay |
SCP-6612 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6612 SCP-6612 in containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6612 is housed in its original stable within Site-73’s Secure Outdoor Testing Facility. SCP-6612 is to be cleaned and fed daily. Description: SCP-6612 is an adult red roan horse capable of human speech. How SCP-6612 does so is currently unknown. Research is ongoing. Addendum: Initial Interview Log Interview Log [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Agnew: Hello, SCP-6612. SCP-6612: Hi. Researcher Agnew: So, you can talk? SCP-6612: You heard it straight from the horse’s mouth. Silence for ten seconds SCP-6612: This was a mistake. [END LOG] Addendum: SCP-6612 has not spoken again since its initial interview, and has displayed no further attempts to do so. SCP-6612 has been re-classified as Neutralized, and remains in stable condition at Site-73. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6612" by Penton, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6612. 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: Red roan horse trotting.jpg Author: Betty Wills (Atsme) License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6613 | euclid | My one regret is I couldn't work in a joke about interrobangs. This is how the world ends. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Doctor Cimmerian A typical example of an episode's title card. Item #: SCP-6613 Special Containment Procedures: Information asserting that SCP-6613 is a mundane parody of traditional soap operas and telenovelas has been disseminated to the public. Additional measures are unnecessary as SCP-6613 is not strong enough to be detected by most terrestrial receivers.1 Description: SCP-6613 is an analog television signal in the 700 MHz range originating from a stationary source approximately 64 kilometers above Wichita, Kansas. The content (A soap opera titled "Period Drama") is broadcast between 0200 to 0300 local time. The program (which is broadcast in English with poorly translated Spanish subtitles) follows the Periadós, a wealthy ranch owning family. Several subplots involve the financial and romantic troubles of the working class individuals surrounding the central family. The starring individuals of the program are anthropoid examples of punctuation. Their resemblance to humans varies between individuals, though each has arms, legs, and a face, regardless of the type of punctuation they represent. Only named characters appear as punctuation. The remainder of the characters are baseline humans. Human characters treat the stars of the drama as though they were human in almost all interactions. The program is generally structured with a cold open, then opening title screen, followed by the remainder of the episode. Various commercials are presented throughout. All content broadcast alongside the program, as well as the program itself, are produced by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. The following is a typical example of the program's cold open. Maria Periadós, a comma, is seen in a hospital bed. Jonathan Millon, a question mark, paces outside the room as a number of doctors attend to Maria's needs. Maria appears to be in pain, and it is slowly revealed that she is in labor and will soon give birth. Jonathan is comforted by Ruiz Sánchez, a colon. The two appear startled as Maria cries out, and Jonathan bursts into the hospital room. The doctor slowly turns to face the camera with a bundled child and speaks. "It's… it's a semi-colon." The camera pans over to Ruiz who is standing at the door. There is a delay of 3.4 seconds as the sounds of the crying child can be heard in the background and the camera slowly zooms in on Ruiz's face. Smash cut to black. The title card slowly fades in. Period Drama Episode 96. The Pregnant Pause. Attempts to locate the object producing SCP-6613 broadcasts are currently underway. Footnotes 1. Civilian reception of the analog signal is now impossible with commercial grade equipment as the Foundation's Anomalous Broadcast Security Directive has transitioned the US market to use digital signals only. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6613" by Doctor Cimmerian, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6613. 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: Cloudy Sky Author: FotoSleuth License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Link Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin. Filename: Wolfe Ranch House Author: Don Graham License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Link Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin. Period Drama None |
SCP-6614 | euclid | . SCP-6614 Byㅤ Aftokrator Published on 11 May 2022 01:34 Item#: 6614 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A 5 kilometer radius perimeter is currently in effect for all SCP-6614 areas of interest. All future manned missions to the Moon planned by public space agencies are to be altered, such that they are conducted outside the aforementioned perimeters. Agents embedded in astronomical organizations and space agencies are to obfuscate the results of any lunar surface survey operating near areas of interest. Disinformation campaigns denouncing the existence of any crewed Moon landing outside the six Apollo missions are ongoing. Any and all publications alluding to clandestine missions or lunar outposts are to be discredited by embedded agents in academia and mainstream media. Disinformation campaigns denouncing the authenticity of Moon landings in general are currently under consideration. Description: SCP-6614 is the collective designation for multiple manned landings on the Moon believed to have been achieved by various anomalous means. No less than 50 areas of interest on the lunar surface currently fall under this designation, however subterranean exploration and general excavation efforts are expected to yield the discovery of more such areas. Following the study of artifacts in SCP-6614 areas of interest and historical documentation where applicable, it was determined that numerous states, organizations, and Groups of Interest have been successfully landing humans on the Moon since the 18th century BCE. The following materials include documentation of SCP-6614 sites and areas of interest, sorted by order of discovery since the establishment of Lunar Area-01 in 1924. Addenda Materials SCP-6614 Documentation Xia Anomalous Culture Group SCP-6614-α 6 SCP-6614 areas of interest are presently attributed to the Xia Anomalous Culture Group due to the presence of inscriptions and documents in Old Chinese, and have been designated as SCP-6614-α sites. Translated materials present within SCP-6614-α allude to its purpose as a form of transit area between Earth and Taisui.1 Each site consists of a previously thaumaturgically sealed crater that would have served as lunar outposts. Numerous structures are located within each crater, containing living quarters, life support systems, communication systems, warehouses, and landing pads. Psychometric dating estimates that the SCP-6614-α sites are at least 3,750 years old. Further analysis suggests that the SCP-6614-α sites had been hastily abandoned by its occupants, but due to data rot in the communication terminals, the exact cause remains unknown. Lagari Hasan Çelebi SCP-6614-β Alleged 17th century depiction of Çelebi's flight. SCP-6614-β refers to a rudimentary rocket near a patch of dead grass in the Mare Insularum. Due to abnormal residual Hume measurements near the site, it is believed this instance of SCP-6614 was achieved by a reality bender of at least Class III. Analysis of the rocket indicated similarities to metalworking and gunpowder formulae utilized in the Ottoman Empire in the 17th century, leading researchers to believe that the Ottoman engineer Lagari Hasan Çelebi may have been complicit, if not responsible for this instance. Agents embedded in the Yedinci Ok2 managed to procure the private writings of Çelebi, which he withheld from publication upon fear of accusations of blasphemy. Below is an excerpt from his journal. Bismillah, I have received a revelation known only to me, and no one else. O my Sultan, I cannot offer anything other than my apologies and my regret. On that joyous day of the flight of the seven arrowed rocket, I truly did meet Jesus. 50 okka3 of gunpowder was far more potent than I had ever imagined, and I soared through the blue sky until the black night bled into it. O my Sultan, I flew to the Moon! It was a strange sight to behold. The Moon was empty! A desert of the grayest sand to rival the dunes of Arabia. Alhamdulillah, when I landed, grass began to grow under my feet, a miraculous blessing indeed. It was then I turned to meet Jesus Himself! O my Sultan, had I not been a pious man, I would not have known this ghostly figure to be the Nazarene. I spoke to Jesus, asking Him for a blessing for you, my Sultan. Sadly, I must confess, I knew not what He told me. He spoke silently, but full of fervor and vigor. I spent the next hour speaking with Jesus, even though I could not hear his words, I felt them resonate in the very depths of my being, strong and moving as they were. And so the blessings I returned with, I am afraid they are mere interpretations by this lowly servant. I pray that my Sultan will find it in his heart to bestow forgiveness. Addendum 6614\β\02: Further investigations infer that Çelebi was a latent Class IV reality bender, but could only manifest these abilities in the presence of low gravity and/or air pressure, such as when he augmented his rocket to travel beyond its expected range and unintentionally grew grass on the lunar surface. In spite of these abilities, it is unlikely that Çelebi actually met Jesus, with the phenomena being attributed to hypoxia. Refer to SCP-6614-ε documentation for updated findings. British Lunar Territory SCP-6614-γ SCP-6614-γ is an exposed military camp comprised of multiple tents, all bearing the Union Jack on their sides and portraits of Queen Victoria within them. A raised flagpole stands in the center of the camp. Stacks of supply crates are scattered around the site, primarily containing ammunition, food preserves, blocks of tea, and coal. Documentation found within the site alludes to its identity as "British Lunar Territory" and is corroborated by files retrieved from HMFSCP4 archives. A rudimentary lunar lander located within the vicinity of the encampment was found to be technologically sound, but possessed no life support system. Notably, SCP-6614-γ contains a total of 50 human skeletons in full British Army red coat uniform. They were initially believed to be the remains of military personnel stationed at the so-called British Lunar Territory, but further analysis revealed each skeleton was older than the surrounding site by at least 20 years. Addendum 6614\γ\03: A portrait of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert and numerous documents signed by the latter have been recovered from a crate, dated from 1863 to 1867.5 Investigations into possible anachronistic activity are ongoing. Addendum 6614\γ\04: Further investigations into SCP-6614-γ have been put on hold indefinitely. Jurisdiction of the site has been transferred to the Department of Historical Anomalies due to the site constituting strong evidence to support that Queen Victoria was a necromancer. Switzerland SCP-6614-δ Dr. Orion approaching SCP-6614-δ. SCP-6614-δ denotes a landing site near the inner ring of the Korolev crater, at approximately the antipode of Tranquility Base, the landing site of the Apollo 11 mission. The landing site includes multiple discarded scientific instruments consistent with the technological development of the late 1970s, alongside the descent stage of an unidentified lunar lander. Despite bearing many similarities to the landing site of the Apollo 11 mission, the flag planted at this site is that of the Swiss Confederation. The plaque attached to the lander reads the date 02/08/1957, the Swiss motto "Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno", and "And So Taurus Surpasses Aquila and Ursa" in German, French, Italian, and Romansh. Agents embedded in the Swiss Space Office were unable to produce any documents that indicated any activities on such a scale throughout its existence. Further clarification was solicited from former Director Chris Wymann of the Eidgenössische Komitee für das Unerklärliche (EKU),6 who was retrieved from his hospice for questioning. Interview Log — 6614\δ\01 «BEGIN LOG» ORION: The Swiss Space Office might be excused for not noticing an anomalous moon landing, but the EKU? My colleagues and I find it unlikely they knew nothing about it as you claim. WYMANN: Son, I never said… never said we knew nothing about it. It was… our decision. ORION: You mean to tell me the EKU was responsible for this, but possesses not even a sliver of documentation for it? WYMANN: It is a strange thing… yes… but "our" doesn't just refer to the EKU. ORION: What? WYMANN: There was a… a… simple majority. We… the nation… elected to… to win the space race. ORION: You… voted on it? «END LOG» AFTERWORD: Further interviews have been postponed indefinitely in light of Wymann's deteriorating health. Investigations into the alleged anomalous properties of the Swiss federal votation apparatus have been authorized. Dante Alighieri SCP-6614-ε SCP-6614-ε is an astral copy of the Italian poet Dante Alighieri dating to approximately 1316CE. By technicality, SCP-6614-ε is not anomalous, and constitutes an unintended but natural byproduct of early astral projection techniques. However, it is unable to explain why it is astrally bound7 to the Moon. As an astral copy, SCP-6614-ε is unable to communicate directly to living entities, instead requiring the possession of an intermediary being. Attached is an interview log conducted by Dr. Priti Sharma, with D-11969 serving as a medium for SCP-6614-ε. Interview Log — 6614\ε\01 «BEGIN LOG» SHARMA: Just to clarify, you astrally projected yourself to the Moon to write the Divine Comedy? SCP-6614-ε: Naturally. I had plans to visit the rest of the celestial bodies, but as you already know, I am what was left behind. I am the poor sod left to rot on a barren lump of detestable rock, while my replicas explore the wonders of higher realms. SHARMA: Do you know why you are currently astrally bound to the Moon? SCP-6614-ε: Ah, the Moon. A façade of beauty and serenity, for the Moon is in truth as unsightly as the Sins of Man. I know the religious texts to be false in one aspect. It was not God who made this forsaken realm, but in fact the Devil himself! SHARMA: Hmm. Speaking of the devil, in the Divine Comedy, you visited Hell and Purgatory prior to visiting the celestial bodies. Could you elaborate on the nature of these locations? SCP-6614-ε: Why should I? I'm trapped in a domain far more torturous than all the nine layers of Hell combined. The Moon does not deserve to be a celestial body, it is merely the deepest layer of Hell, furthest removed! SHARMA: Alright, but— SCP-6614-ε: Every second I spend on this perfidious orb is another second robbed of the eternal rest that which is promised to me. I roam this Asphodel for centuries, encountering no pure souls other than imbeciles who do not speak a lick of Latin, nor any other civilized language. SCP-6614-ε: Oh and how they frolic over the bleak and grey hills. How they fascinate themselves at my mere existence and spectral image. I pity them, for they do not truly know the Moon's cruelty. A maddening tranquility on a desolate plane for lifetime after lifetime after lifetime. SCP-6614-ε: You are men of witchcraft, yes? You know the old ways? Release me from this prison, I beseech you. Liberate me from this hell. Or… or… I shall haunt you like the apparition I might as well be! You will have no rest for as long as I— hey, wait where are you going? Wait! «END LOG» AFTERWORD: Due to SCP-6614-ε's refusal to cooperate with researchers, all interviews have been postponed indefinitely, while personnel assigned within the vicinity of SCP-6614-ε are to equip specialized silver-lined equipment to prevent forceful SCP-6614-ε possession. A proposal to locate SCP-6614-ε analogues on the other planets as specified in the Divine Comedy is currently under consideration. Apollo 11 SCP-6614-ζ Actor Ronald Reagan descending a replica lander module at an undisclosed film site. Due to severe complications with the Apollo command module on the Saturn V rocket hours before launch, a drastic decision was made by NASA to alter the mission to become unmanned, which included the removal of almost all critical components and venting of fuel from the third stage of the Saturn V and above. During the subsequent launch, the Apollo 11 mission failed to leave Low Earth Orbit. Fabricated footage of a Moon landing previously prepared for such a scenario was broadcasted instead, while the Apollo 11 crew were held at an undisclosed location and subjected to implanted memories of landing on the Moon. The consensus among NASA and the Department of Defense leadership was that an actual Moon landing would be postponed to the Apollo 12 mission. SCP-6614-ζ was discovered during the Apollo 15 mission, during which all instruments and craft of the Apollo 11 mission were sighted at the predetermined landing site at Tranquility Base. The aforementioned instruments and craft of the Apollo 11 mission were repurposed into components for later missions, so the origin of SCP-6614-ζ remains unclear. Operatives embedded in NASA alerted its existence to the Foundation, which ultimately resulted in the implantation of memories that the Apollo 11 mission was a success in all current and former NASA employees with the cooperation of the PENTAGRAM.8 Later on-site investigations by Foundation personnel have confirmed several minor discrepancies at Tranquility Base, with an excerpt of the most significant instances listed below. Footprints around the landing site are inconsistent with the boot patterns of the Apollo spacesuit. Most of the instruments are nuclear-powered as opposed to being solar-powered. The plaque on the Lunar Module is signed by John F. Kennedy instead of Richard Nixon. The planted flag possesses 70 stars, all of which are upside down. < Previous | Page 1 of 9 | Next > Footnotes 1. A counterpart to the planet Jupiter in ancient Chinese cosmology. 2. Lit: Seventh Arrow, a Turkish paranormal agency suceeding the Sihirlerin Taburi of the Ottoman Empire. 3. Equivalent to approximately 64 kilograms. 4. Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal, Foundation precursor in service to the United Kingdom. 5. Prince Albert is recorded to have died in 1861. 6. "Federal Committee for the Unexplained", a governmental office serving the Swiss Confederation. Disbanded in the 1990s. 7. Currently, it is understood that it is impossible to bind the astral projection of an entity that is still alive. Dante Alighieri died in 1321CE, 5 years after the creation of SCP-6614-ε. 8. Occult branch of the United States Department of Defense. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6614" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6614. 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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Item №: SCP-6615 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6615 is to be kept in a standard low-threat containment locker at Site-8 when not under study. The Whitehall family has undergone targeted amnestic therapy to remove all memories of their son having SCP-6615 in his possession at any point. Investigation into the events surrounding SCP-6615 is ongoing has been suspended, pending the development of more effective heat protection measures for Foundation unmanned drones. Description: SCP-6615 is a composition notebook. Although SCP-6615 itself is mundane, its contents describe an unknown anomalous event. Due to the unverified nature of this event and the fact that SCP-6615 is the sole source of information concerning it, SCP-6615 has been classified as an anomalous object. SCP-6615 was recovered from the town of Stowe, Vermont on 5/16/19. It came to the attention of the Foundation during a routine investigation of missing persons cases. Specifically, the case concerning 13-year-old Jeremy Whitehall came under scrutiny due to the presence of multiple indicators for anomalous activity. The following is known about Jeremy Whitehall’s disappearance and the circumstances surrounding it: On 4/29/19, Jeremy's birthday was celebrated. He was gifted the composition notebook that would later be designated SCP-6615. On 5/4/19, Jeremy was seen reading a geology textbook and displaying considerable interest in its contents. This was seen as abnormal, as he was known to dislike academics and studying by those familiar with him. On 5/8/19, Jeremy secluded himself in his room after returning from school for the day. His mother, Sarah Whitehall, reported that he wrote in his notebook without pause for several hours and was unusually withdrawn. For the next three days, Jeremy exhibited no unusual behavior. However, there was a slightly elevated level of seismic activity throughout Stowe during this time. On the morning of 5/11/19, Jeremy Whitehall was not in his bed. It is assumed that his disappearance occurred some time during the night prior. The case was brought to the local police and then escalated to search and rescue services in the area. However, no conclusive evidence could be found, and no suspects were ever identified. Jeremy’s notebook was recovered from his room and kept by the Whitehall family until the Foundation became involved. Due to the nature of the information it contained, it shortly received its SCP designation. The contents of SCP-6615 have been scanned into this file and may be found below in full. Addendum 6615-1 April 29, 2019 This birthday present sucks. I don't care what Mom says, it's a diary, and diaries are dumb. She said it would be a good idea to "have somewhere to get my thoughts out on paper". I'm only doing this so she stops asking me about it, though. I wanted a cell phone and I hate this diary. There, that's my thoughts. April 30, 2019 Mom said I need to take this more seriously. How can I take it seriously when its [sic] just stupid? I don't get it. She said I could just try and write down whatever comes to mind first, and I don't have to show it to anyone, but it has to be for real. And she won't let me have cake for dessert unless I write a bit every day. Fine. Miles and Sam were talking really loud in History today, but Mr. Rassio didn't do anything. He just acted like he didn't hear them. I couldn't focus for the whole lesson and we have a test tomorrow. Also, a bee almost stung me when I was walking to school. I hate bees. I wish it would get cold again so they'd all go away. May 1, 2019 Bombed the test. I hate Sam and Miles. Also, Mrs. Kauper's reading assignments are so boring. We just look through the book and write stuff down and do it over and over. I almost fell asleep in class. Then I was looking forward to recess the whole day, but then Jake hit me in the head with a basketball, and I fell over and everyone laughed. It wasn't funny.1 May 2, 2019 Tried to throw out the diary. Mom caught me. She didn't try to stop me, but she was really sad. She said I didn't look happy lately, and she got the diary for me because she thought it'd help. She wanted me to have a nice birthday. I don't know. Maybe I really haven't been taking it seriously enough. I didn't throw it out, I felt too bad. May 3, 2019 We actually learned something cool in Science today. Mrs. Kauper gave us another reading assignment, and I thought it was gonna be boring again, but it was about the inside of the Earth. Apparently the Earth has layers, like a cake. It's only solid on the top, but when you go down further it gets hotter and hotter. Eventually it turns to melten [sic] lava. I wanted to know more, but the bell rang and we had to go. I wish science class was always like that. May 4, 2019 I read the whole chapter during lunch today. People were giving me weird looks but I just thought it was really cool. There's a tiny ball of really hot metal at the very middle of the Earth. Even though it's so hot, it can't melt because it's being crushed together by the gravity of the entire planet. So, sucks to be them if they don't think that's cool. May 5, 2019 The book said it's so hot in the center of the Earth that nobody has ever been there, but that can't be true, because then how do we know about it? May 6, 2019 I wish I could visit the I had trouble sleeping last night. There were weird noises outside, I think an animal got in the backyard or something. May 7, 2019 Last night I woke up really late. I don't know what time it was, but it was pitch black. I heard noises in the backyard again. I looked outside, and I saw Mom digging a hole with her hands. She didn't look at me. She just kept digging. She was throwing the dirt over her shoulder and making a big black pile. I went back to bed. I thought I was dreaming, but I just checked and the hole's there. It's not that deep but it's there. I'm too scared to ask Mom what she was doing. May 8, 2019 I went to school today but no one else showed up. I was waiting by the side of the school and hoping the security guard would unlock the doors. Then I saw him, in the back. He was digging a hole. He was using his hands and piling up the dirt in a huge pile. My teachers were there too. They were all digging. I ran home, and everyone I saw on the way was in their backyard, digging. I yelled but it was like they didn't hear me. When I got home, Mom was digging again. She had this look in her eyes. She was just staring into the hole as she scrapped [sic] the dirt out with her hands and it got deeper and deeper and deeper. I yelled at her too. I tried to shake her and push her, but she didn't move. It was like she was made of rock. And she just kept digging. I went back up to my room. It's starting to get dark. Every time I look out the window, Mom is still there. Digging. May 9, 2019 Still digging. Still everyone all the holes got so deep overnite [sic] I can't see the bottom No one's eating. No one's drinking. [illegible] They're all just digging. May 10, 2019 Nadia who lives next door fell into her hole. She didn't make any noise. She just slipped over the edge. She went down until I couldn't see her anymore. Unknown (Undated) Everyone's falling now. It's like the dirt just crumbles away [illegible] Unknown (Undated) not falling jumping Unknown (Undated) The hole in the backyard's making noises. I thought it was an animal inside, or someone climbing up. But it's not that. It's whispering. It's saying it wants to see me. It's telling me to come home. It sounds like Unknown (Undated) (No entry written. The page contains illegible scribbles and is smeared with dried soil.) Unknown (Undated) and everyone was happi [sic] at the center of the Earth Civilian testimonies are inconsistent with this account of events, as are Foundation records. All available evidence appears to indicate that the anomalous events described in SCP-6615 did not actually occur. However, the whereabouts of Jeremy Whitehall remain unknown. ⚠ URGENT FILE UPDATE ⚠ On 5/26/19, a vertical sinkhole appeared in the backyard of the Whitehall family residence. The area was immediately cordoned off when it was found that the sinkhole descended beyond the effective range of human eyesight. A Mark II unmanned aerial drone, rated for high heat resistance, was sent into the sinkhole to investigate. The findings of this exploration are appended below. <BEGIN LOG> The drone enters the sinkhole. The walls of the sinkhole initially appear to be composed of soil, consistent with the typical geology of Stowe. As the drone descends, this soil transitions to an unknown sedimentary rock. The drone pauses, hovering, and attempts to take a sample. However, the substance displays anomalous durability. After two unsuccessful attempts which result in moderate damage to its sampling implements, the drone resumes its descent. The layer of sedimentary rock continues for approximately fifty meters before transitioning to a metamorphic mineral similar in appearance to gneiss. At this time, the drone's sensors detect a minor increase in the ambient temperature. Over the following ten minutes of descent, the composition of the drone's surroundings frequently changes. Substances are often observed that should not be present in the area, or at the depth at which they were found. During this time, the ambient temperature continues to increase gradually. After twenty minutes, it is noted that the walls of the sinkhole are gradually transitioning into molten rock and metal, suspended in place through unknown means. The temperature is now increasing at a more rapid rate. The drone's depth finder abruptly malfunctions, possibly due to high heat; a reversal of the drone's course is attempted, but its remote controls are found to be nonfunctional. It continues to descend. At this point, due to the extreme brightness of the surrounding material, visibility is suboptimal. Telemetry indicates that the drone is still descending, but its depth is unknown. At the half-hour mark, unusual gravitational readings are observed which appear to indicate that the drone is traveling towards an exceptionally dense object. The camera feed is now almost entirely white. The drone is suddenly ejected into a large, open space with better visibility. Its display takes several seconds to adjust. Once the image resolves, it can be seen that the drone is surrounded by white-hot liquid metal suspended in a spherical shape. The drone turns around, and its camera captures the aperture from which it emerged: an oversized, open human mouth. The camera pans up. A similarly oversized face resembling that of Jeremy Whitehall is observed. A strong gravitational force pulls the drone towards the Whitehall entity. Liquid metal is expelled from the orifices of the entity at a high speed, overtaking the camera feed and destroying the drone. In the last frame of the footage, the entity appears to be smiling. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. The final word of this entry was noted to be smudged and scratched deeply into the page. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6615" by swordlover87, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6615. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6616 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6616 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6616 is to be patrolled by MTF Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) annually from October 18th to October 24th. Agents are to enter the anomaly unarmed and in civilian clothing to avoid alerting its occupying force. Zeta-9 is to remain in the anomaly for 12 hours each day during its period of activation. No other Foundation personnel are permitted to enter the anomaly under any circumstances. Any Foundation personnel found to be in attendance will face severe repercussions. Description: SCP-6616 is an anomalous convention center that appears annually in major metropolitan areas around the world from October 18th until the 24th. Its annual locations seem to be random, with the only consistent factor being the week long period that it is active. During its period of activation, SCP-6616 acts as grounds for an event called “AnomalyCon”. This annual convention serves as a place where individuals and groups involved with the anomalous can meet and discuss said anomalies freely without fear of backlash or violence from other individuals or groups. The convention center is occupied by an unidentified group of extremely potent reality benders known as “The STAFF” (SCP-6616-1). The main objective of the SCP-6616-1 entities seems to be keeping the peace during the conventions period of activation. SCP-6616 itself is weakly antimemetic and cannot be found unless it is being purposely searched for. It is unknown whether this is a property of the building or brought on by the SCP-6616-1 entities. Because of this secondary property, there appears to be no risk of a Broken Masquerade scenario, though keeping civilians away from the center should still be a primary objective. Below is a log detailing the discovery of SCP-6616, as well as Zeta-9's first encounter with the anomaly. Discovery Log Hide DISCOVERY LOG DATE: 9 / 5 / 2020 NOTE: SCP-6616 was discovered during a meeting between Dr. Mayhew and a GOC representative concerning a joint project between the Foundation and the GOC. The recording starts directly before the discovery, for convenience. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Mayhew: Alright, that should be it for today. I’ll have the guys at the lab run the numbers and by next week, we should be ready to get started. GOC Rep: Thank God. This thing’s been a major pain in the ass. Dr. Mayhew: Tell me about it… damn thing always gets difficult once autumn hits. GOC Rep: Yeah. Once they gets those reports ready, make sure you get them to me ASAP. Higher ups are getting a bit antsy. They're ready to get this over with and buried. Dr. Mayhew: Sure. Footsteps and shuffling paper can be heard. GOC Rep: So… it’s almost that time of year. Dr. Mayhew: It is that time of year. Earlier than last, too. GOC Rep: No, not that. It’s almost October. Dr. Mayhew: Yeah… it’s getting colder already. Pitch black out at like 5 o’clock- GOC Rep: Are you serious? Dr. Mayhew: What? I know this isn’t an ideal arrangement, but we can be professional- GOC Rep: AnomalyCon, man! It’s almost time for AnomalyCon! How could you forget? The footsteps and shuffling stop. Dr. Mayhew: …what? GOC Rep: Are you going? I hear it’s in D.C. this year. It’s a bit of a drive, but nothing too bad. Dr. Mayhew: I don’t… what? GOC: I wanted to go because I didn’t get to last year, but I promised the kids I’d take them camping. So instead of going to the convention, I’m going to be freezing my ass off in Colorado with two 9 year olds. I heard Marshall, Carter and Dark had something pretty big planned this year, too. There are even rumors that one of the Big Three is making an appearance! So you’re going to have to record it for me. Dr. Mayhew: …what the fuck are you talking about? [END LOG] Hide First Encounter (1) Hide Video Log Transcript: First Encounter Command: Researcher Cassidy Moon Exploration Team: Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) Subject: SCP-6616 Team Lead: Zeta9-1 (Theta) Team Members: Theta / Rho / Kappa [BEGIN LOG] Theta: -damn thing! Alright Command, do you have a visual? Command: Affirmative, Theta. Theta: About time. Sound off, guys. Sync. Rho: Sync. Kappa: Sync! Theta: Are we good to go Command? Command: Affirmative. You can start your approach, Theta. Theta: Okay. We’re heading out now. Zeta-9 begins walking towards SCP-6616. Theta: So, what should we expect? Command: We… really don't know. This is all new for us too. Rho: Can you tell us anything? Command: We already told you all we know: you are entering an anomalous complex that is supposedly filled with anomalous and non-anomalous persons. Your objective is to stay hidden and retrieve any and all information about the gathering that you can. Is that understood? Rho: Yeah, yeah, I got that part. But how can we plan on staying hidden if we don't even know what's in there? Command: There are additional personnel on standby that can extract you if need be. Rho: And who's gonna rescue them if they can't rescue us? There is no response. Rho: Great… Theta: Command, you said we learned about the anomaly from a member of the GOC, right? Command: Yes. Is there an issue? Theta: No. Just a bit confused. The GOC usually aren’t big fans of the anomalous. I can’t see why they’d be going in an anomaly instead of trying to blow the whole damn thing to kingdom come. Command: That’s exactly why they’re here, Theta. We have some evidence that suggests that this anomaly has proven somewhat… difficult for the coalition to destroy. Our guess on why the GOC is still here is the same reason we’re sending your team in: to gather information. Theta: …why do I feel like we’re the last people on earth to find out about this thing? Command: Because we very well might be. We’re still trying to figure out how the anomaly managed to hide from us for so long. We don’t know if they know about the Foundation or not, or if it’s just coincidence. That’s why you are to remain in your disguises, understood? Theta: Yes, Command. Kappa: …wait, who’s they? You said they might not know about us. The response through the radio is inaudible and laced with static. Theta: Command, could you repeat that? There is no response. Theta: We're coming up on the building now, do you read me? Command, are you there? The building comes into view. There is a humanoid figure in front of the building. Theta signals for Rho and Kappa to stop. Theta: Hold it, hold it. Kappa: What? What is it? Theta: There’s… something in front of the anomaly. Goddamnit, they didn’t tell us anything about a fucking guard dog. Zeta-9 slows their approach. The humanoid is around 1.8 meters in height and is hovering in place 0.3 meters off of the ground. It is wearing a purple, collared shirt under a black overcoat with black pants and black boots. Purple gloves cover its hands. Its head is out of frame. It has yet to notice Zeta-9. Theta: Command, are you seeing this? What is that? There is no response. Theta: …what the hell? Rho: What’s the problem? Theta: Command’s not answering… Theta takes the small device out of his ear, looks it over and puts it back. Theta: This place must be messing with the radio. Looks like we’re going in dark. Rho: You’re kidding. Theta: I’m not. They were pretty clear that as long as we stay in disguise, we should be fine. Rho: My disguise is a new shirt and a fake pair of glasses! Theta: So stay in them and you’ll be fine! Kappa: Uhhh, guys? The humanoid in front of SCP-6616 begins to hover towards them. Rho: Shit, we're found out! Theta: No we’re not! Just act natural. Like a goddamn professional. As the humanoid gets closer, more details can be discerned. On the right breast of the overcoat is the word “STAFF”, in white. Pinned to the left breast is a name tag reading “Derek”. The humanoid now hovers directly in front of Zeta-9. 6616-1: Excuse me. Theta coughs and looks up. Where the humanoids face should be is instead a rectangular, black censor bar that covers its entire head. On the censor bar is the word “STAFF”. This bar was not added in post, and if any member of Zeta-9 notices it, they do not make it known. Theta: Hello… Derek. 6616-1: Yeah, hi. Is there something wrong with your ear? Theta: Huh? No. 6616-1: Are you sure? You keep messing with it. Theta: Yes, I'm sure. I just… had to scratch an itch. 6616-1: …right. Cause, you know, I can’t let you in if you have a bug or something. Theta: Well, no need to worry. I’m perfectly healthy. So… what can we do for you? 6616-1: Group or individual. Theta: What? 6616-1: Group or individual? Theta: I… I don’t… 6616-1: Aren’t you guys supposed to know this stuff before you get here? Rho: …we’re sorry? 6616-1: Whatever. Are you here representing a group, or by yourselves? Rho: Alone! We're all alone. 6616-1: You want to say it a bit louder? I don’t think everyone in D.C. heard you. Rho: S-Sorry. 6616-1 shrugs. 6616-1: Alright. Hold out your hands for me. Palm down. Rho: What’re you gonna do? 6616-1: I have to stamp you before you can go in. Just a formality. Don’t worry, it only hurts a little. Rho takes a step back. 6616-1: Calm down, man. I was only joking. Rho: …oh. 6616-1: Seriously, though. Hands out. Theta, Rho and Kappa all extend their hands. 6616-1 takes a rubber stamp out of its pocket. The symbol on the bottom of the stamp changes instantly from a blue pentagram in front of a globe to the letters INDV. 6616-1 presses the stamp down on the backs of each agent’s hand. 6616-1: Alright. You should be good to go. Theta: Perfect. We’ll be heading inside then. Zeta-9 starts towards the entrance to SCP-6616. 6616-1: Hey, wait a second. Theta: …yeah? 6616-1: Uhm… Kappa: What is it? 6616-1: Look, just… if you see my supervisor in there, would you mind putting in a good word for me? I’d really appreciate it. We don’t get many individuals around here anymore, so it’d mean a lot if it came from you. Rho: Uhhh- 6616-1: You know, just… mention that the person at the front was nice, or really helpful. Or something. Theta starts inching towards the entrance to the anomaly. Theta: …sure. If we get the chance, we’ll do it. 6616-1: Really? Theta: Why not. 6616-1: Thanks. You wouldn’t believe how many people just say no. Someone actually complained about me. Me! I know, I didn’t believe it either! I’m telling you, those Broken God assholes need to get those sticks out of their asses or I’m gonna lose my fucking mind. Rho: We’re… we’re going to go inside now. 6616-1: Hm? Oh, right. Enjoy the convention. Don’t forget, we close at 6. No later. Theta: Right. Kappa: Bye Derek! Zeta-9 proceeds into the anomaly. [END LOG] Hide REQUEST TO EDIT: SCP-6616 This is a formal request to edit the SCP-6616 document, including new information on the SCP-6616-1 entities. Special Containment Procedures: To avoid detection, all personnel inside of SCP-6616 should remain in disguise at all times and keep interactions with other patrons to an absolute minimum, unless said interaction would aid in remaining undetected. Description: SCP-6616-1 is the collective designation given to the group of reality benders that patrol SCP-6616. The foundation does not currently know how capable these type greens are, however, according to rumors gathered from patrons of SCP-6616 by Zeta-9, each one is extremely potent. As a group, they are known as "The STAFF". Each SCP-6616-1 entity is dressed exactly the same. A purple collared shirt under a black overcoat. Black pants, black boots, and purple gloves. Always on the right breast of the overcoat is the word “STAFF” in white, while pinned to the left breast is a name tag with the entity’s name on it. Coinciding with their reality bending properties, each SCP-6616-1 entity seems to have a secondary anomalous effect that activates when on recording of any kind. When filmed or photographed, the faces of all SCP-6616-1 entities become covered with black censor bars that read “STAFF”. According to Zeta-9, all SCP-6616-1 entities encountered within SCP-6616 did have different features (hair color, eye color, body type, ethnicity, etc…). But when asked to recall them, Zeta-9 could not, suggesting that each SCP-6616-1 entity has a similar antimemetic effect to SCP-6616 itself. The purpose of these entities is enforcing SCP-6616’s only rule: no fighting. The consequences of breaking this rule are unknown, however, it is likely that they are quite severe.* Leading the SCP-6616-1 entities is a being known as The Supervisor. No information on it has been gathered. *As I’m sure you will all recall, we lost contact with our Serpent’s Hand plant on October 20th of last year. This does not seem like a coincidence to me. Poor kid. — Dr. Thomas Mayhew Below is are logs continuing Zeta-9’s exploration of SCP-6616. Exploration Log (2) Hide Video Log Transcript: Exploration Exploration Team: Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) Subject: SCP-6616 Team Lead: Zeta9-1 (Theta) Team Members: Theta / Rho / Kappa [BEGIN LOG] Rho: Holy shit… Zeta-9 enters the anomaly. Hundreds of people walk around the convention center. Several SCP-6616-1 entities are seen hovering around the center, faces all censored. Rho: So… what’s the plan? Theta: Command? Hello, can you read me? There is no response. Theta: Damn… they’re still not answering. Kappa: Okay, so if Command isn’t picking up, that makes you the boss. Theta: Well, we were sent here to gather information. So that’s what we’ll do. Rho: And how do we do that without getting caught? Theta: We got past Derek, didn’t we? We just need to act like we belong here, and not like we’re trying to take this entire place and shove it in a box. Kappa: Maybe we should go back and ask them? Asking someone who works here could be a good idea. Theta: No, too public. I doubt they'd be interested in helping, anyway. What about that supervisor they were talking about? Think we could get some information out of them? Rho: I don’t have any better ideas. Kappa: How’re we going to find them? Theta: Let's see… ah! Excuse me? An SCP-6616-1 entity hovers towards Zeta-9. Pinned on the left breast of its overcoat is a name tag reading “Abigail”. Covering its face is a censor bar with the word “STAFF” displayed on it. 6616-1: Hello there! Is there anything I can do for you? Theta: Yes. Do you know where your Supervisor is? 6616-1: Hmmm… can I see your hands for a moment? Kappa: Why? We’re not in trouble are we? We didn’t do anything! A low hum riddled with static can be heard as the entity gently shakes its head. 6616-1: No no no, you misunderstand! I just want to see what group you're here with! Theta extends his hand. Theta: We’re all individuals. 6616-1: Hm. We don’t get a lot of your people in attendance anymore. Though, I guess if it's a group of individuals, it's alright. I would just be careful if I were you. The entity shakes its head, the censor bar moving back and forth. 6616-1: The world can be a dangerous place for you unaligned… Rho: Yeah… so about the Supervisor? 6616-1: Of course. I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen her in quite a while. She is always terribly busy during the convention. I’m sure you understand. If you have a problem, however, I’d be happy to help! Do you need me to clear something up for you? You three seem new to all of this. Theta laughs. Theta: Yeah, it's our first year. Everything's a bit… overwhelming. 6616-1: I understand completely! It can be a bit much at times, can't it? Theta: Definitely. If you don't mind me asking, when did you start working here? Another hum can be heard. 6616-1: Hmmm… this is my 7th year working at the convention. Theta: Interesting… 6616-1: Why are you asking? Are you interested in applying for a position? I do have to warn you, the application process is quite rigorous- Theta: No no, that’s alright. I was just curious. 6616-1: Oh. Alright! Kappa steps in front of Theta, facing the entity. Kappa: If you see your Supervisor, can you send her our way? The entity nods. 6616-1: I’ll try. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you with whatever your problem is. Kappa: Oh, uhhh… that's alright. You were plenty helpful. Thanks! The entity hovers slightly closer. 6616-1: It's no problem at all! I'll look around for her, but can’t promise anything! Theta: Of course. Thank you. The entity begins to hover away, but stops when Kappa calls out to it. Kappa: Oh, wait! If you do see her, could you tell her that Derek was very nice and helpful? The entity turns and hovers back. 6616-1: Derek? The Derek at the front? Kappa: I think so… are there any other Dereks? 6616-1: No, there aren’t… and they didn’t pay you to say that? Kappa: Nope! 6616-1: Interesting… alright, if I see Madam Supervisor, I’ll make sure to tell her. Kappa: Thanks! 6616-1: And before you go, take this. The entity hands Kappa a brochure. 6616-1: The panel starts at 4:45, so don’t be late! It'll be in Panel Room ██████.1 The entity hovers away. Theta takes the brochure from Kappa. Theta: “Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd. presents - Profiting Off the Anomalous: How to make your wallets just a bit heavier!” What the hell… “Anomalous rights activist”… and what the fuck is a “Shark Punching Center?”Kappa, do you… Kappa? Rho, where the hell did she go? Rho points over his shoulder. Kappa is standing in front of a booth adorned with streamers and confetti. Behind the counter is a man with a purple “W” stamped on the back of his hand. The man hands Kappa a small doll. Theta: Kappa! What the hell do you think you’re doing? Kappa: What? This thing can turn your imaginary friend real. My niece would love this! Theta: We’re not here to shop! Theta takes the doll and hands it back to the man. Theta: Sorry. We’ll be on our way. The man takes the doll, rolling his eyes. Zeta-9 turns and continues through the convention center. Theta: You shouldn’t wander off like that. We can’t afford to get separated in here, got it? Kappa: Yeah, yeah, I got it. Theta: Good. It's 4:30 right now. We should start heading to the Panel Room. [END LOG] Hide Panel Room (3) Hide Video Log Transcript: Panel Room Exploration Team: Zeta-9 (“Mole Rats”) Subject: SCP-6616 / SCP-6616-1 Team Lead: Zeta9-1 (Theta) Team Members: Theta / Rho / Kappa [BEGIN LOG] Theta: █████, ███… ██████! Here it is. Christ, how do people not get lost in this place? Rho: I don’t know, but it’s 4:45. We need to get in or we’re gonna miss something. If we didn’t have to stop on the way- Kappa: I said I was sorry! I had to go! Theta: Look, it’s fine. We made it on time. Kappa, you remembered to turn your camera off, yeah? Kappa: Of course I did. Though, you should really see the bathrooms in this place. Those dimensional-toilets are insane! It’s a very efficient waste disposal system. Well, for us at least. Theta: …alright. Ignoring that- Theta turns back towards the Panel Room. Theta: Come on. Let’s go. We don’t want to miss anything. The team walks into the Panel Room. Standing on either side of the double doors are two SCP-6616-1 entities. 6616-1: Please make sure all electronic devices, robotics, trans-quantum wave allocators and pagers are switched off. Enjoy the show! Kappa: Thank you! Theta nods and continues walking. The room is moderately filled, holding around 250 people. The stage is 15 meters long and backed against the north wall of the room. Behind the stage is a large, gray curtain with the letters M, C and D inscribed on it in gold lettering. The team walks down the center aisle of the room, seeing three open seats. Theta: Excuse me… sorry. The team moves past three individuals while getting to their seats. Two men and one woman, all wearing dark green robes. Each individual has a small snake coiled around a closed fist stamped on the back on their hands. The team sits down in their seats. ???: So, are you three excited for the presentation? Sitting to the right of the team is a man wearing a dark grey, wool sweater. His face appears blurred on the video feed. Theta: Yeah, we are. Have you been to many of these before? ???: Not many, but enough to know how they work. They have a big panel every year. MC&D won the lotto this time… Rho: What do you mean “lotto”? ???: Well, speaking in front of this many people is great publicity. Especially for them. Anomaly sales are going to skyrocket after this, if they can pull it off. Theta: What other panels has there been in the past? ???: Wondertainment, Anderson, you name it. Even Nobody, one year. Though, that one was pretty boring. Nobody was there. Theta: Hm. Theta turns back towards the SCP-6616-1 entities near the door. Theta: And what about these things that are floating around everywhere? What’s up with them? The man tilts his head. ???: You’re very curious, aren’t you? Theta: Sorry, it’s our first year. We’re just trying to learn as much as possible. ???: And what group are you with? The more organized ones should have filled you in before coming. They wouldn’t want you to misrepresent them, after all. Theta extends his hand, displaying the INDV. Theta: We’re individual. My two friends and I. Rho and Kappa both wave. Kappa: It’s nice to meet you! The man sighs. ???: I’d cherish your individuality while it lasts. It won’t be long before someone comes along and scoops you up into their organization, or cult, or insurgency or foundation. Things are so political nowadays. You know, when I was younger, we could do magic all we wanted without having to worry about being shoved in a box and tested on! I mean, imagine trying to get a job in this landscape when the only thing that comes up when someone searches your name online is SCP- blah blah blah! It’s incredibly difficult! Theta: …right. What group did you say you were here with? The man laughs. ???: I didn’t. But, since you asked, I- A voice comes over a loud speaker in the panel room. The man stops talking. Loud Speaker: Ladies and gentlemen, dead and undead, anomalous and non-anomalous, type green, type blue and every type under the goddamn sun! The lights in the room dim as two spotlights are aimed towards the stage. The audience starts to applaud. Loud Speaker: We’ve kept you waiting long enough. AnomalyCon 2020 is proud to present… Marshall, Carter and Dark! The gray curtain on stage rises. The audience starts to shout and applause. A single man2 in a black suit is standing on stage, a microphone in his hand. Behind the man is a projection of a slide presentation, though no projector can be located. The projection reads “Profiting Off of the Anomalous”, with a clipart stack of dollar bills under it. MC&D Rep: HELLO ANOMALYCON! How are you all doing tonight?! The applause slowly dies down. MC&D Rep: I, for one, am doing fantastic and looking forward to teaching you how to turn monsters… The image on the projection becomes a stock photo of SCP-173. MC&D Rep: …into money! A red ‘X’ appears over 173. A black arrow leads away from the image and towards a clipart dollar sign. The audience is silent. MC&D Rep: Now, I bet I know what you’re all thinking… One of the three robed individuals sitting next to Zeta-9 turns to the other two. Serpent’s Hand POI: Who the fuck is this?! Ophidian3 said one of the Big Three would be here! Serpent’s Hand POI 2: Shhh! We stick the plan! This could still be a massive blow to their operations! And a blow is a blow, no matter how small. Kappa mumbles something about talking about your blows in a more private setting. The man on stage continues. MC&D Rep: …wait a minute, he’s not one of the Big Three! And you’re right, I’m not. Unfortunately, they were just too busy to make it this year. A collective sigh sweeps through the audience as many people start getting up and walking towards the exit. MC&D Rep: But wait, there’s more! I can provide all the essential information about starting your own anomalous startup that they could, if not more! The three robed figures turn towards each other. Serpent’s Hand POI: Shit… they’re leaving! Ophidian said- Serpent’s Hand POI 2: I know what Ophidian said! Alright, if we want the greatest amount of people to see this, we have to go now! Kappa: Can you be quiet? We’re trying to listen! All at once, the three robed figures stand and walk into the center of the aisle. Rho: Theta… Theta: Just be ready. The man laughs. ???: Oh, this should be good. From the center aisle, one robed figure steps forward while the other two fall back behind her. She points to the man on stage. Serpent’s Hand POI: YOU! YOU CLAIM TO REPRESENT THE WICKED MERCHANTS, MARSHALL, CARTER AND DARK?! The room falls silent as all eyes are drawn to the figures and the man on stage. MC&D Rep: Uhhh… yeah? Serpent’s Hand POI: You slimy, despicable fuck! Selling anomalies like slaves to the highest bidder! You make me sick! MC&D Rep: Wha- you guys are with the Serpent's Hand, right? I thought we were cool with the Serpent’s Hand?! Serpent’s Hand POI: The Serpent’s Hand maybe. But the Serpent’s Will knows better… the ones you treat like livestock could erase you from the minds of every person on earth with a single blink, ripping any memory of you from their heads like the filthy parasite you are! You cannot even comprehend the power they posses, and yet when you behold them in all of their glory, all you see are numbers… the veil can only be dropped and we can all only be free once people like you are purged from this reality! NOW! A figure behind the woman pulls a book out of his robe and starts reading in an unfamiliar language. The woman rolls up the sleeve on her right arm, revealing an intricate snake tattoo winding from her shoulder to her wrist, where the snake’s mouth sits agape in the center of the woman’s palm. As the man reads, the tattoo begins to peel itself off of the woman’s arm, the ink beginning to twist and writhe in the air. Once fully animated, the snake bares its dripping, black fangs and winds back, ready to strike at the man on stage. It shoots forwards, towards the man, who cowers, covering his eyes with his hands. Serpent’s Hand POI: STRIKE THAT HERETIC DOWN WHERE HE STANDS! Instantly, an SCP-6616-1 entity appears in front of the animated snake, grabbing it by its neck. The entity squeezes and the snake vanishes into a cloud of dark smoke. Serpent’s Hand POI: What- The entity appears behind the woman, grabbing her by the back of her head. The entity sighs, sounding like white noise through the video feed. 6616-1: I wish you would’ve kept your weird, magic snake tattoo for after the convention, ma’am. The entity slams the woman’s head into the ground, causing ripples to spread out from the site of the impact. The woman begins to sink into the floor, as if it was mud. She opens her mouth to scream, but floor just fills any space it has access to, cutting off her scream with a chocked sob. Then, the woman is gone, only a bright smear of red remaining where her face hit the floor. Two other SCP-6616-1 entities appear behind the two other robed figures. One entity grabs the man with the book by the hood of his robe, and flings him up towards the ceiling. Like an origami fortune teller, a pitch black square unfolds onto the ceiling above him. No light passes through the square and nothing can be seen beyond it. The man flies into the contained void, as it folds itself in half continually until it too is gone. The entity picks up the book and it ignites in its hand, the ashes slipping through its fingertips. The man sitting next to Zeta-9 chuckles. ???: That never gets old… The last entity grabs the remaining robed figure by his wrist and starts dragging him towards the stage. Serpent’s Hand POI 3: W-wait, it was her idea! I swear, I didn’t want to do it, I didn’t! It was all her! The entity makes its way onto the stage and turns to the MC&D Representative, still covering his eyes. 6616-1: On behalf of the entire STAFF, I apologize for the disturbance. You may continue with your presentation shortly. The entity drags the robed figure off stage, behind the drawn curtain. Muffled crying can be heard. Serpent’s Hand POI 3: I swear, it wasn’t me! I can tell you where they are! I can give you names, locations, anything, please! I SWEAR IT WASN’T- The crying stops. The entity emerges from the behind he stage, hands dripping. It nods to the MC&D Representative and floats away. MC&D Rep: …h-holy shit… The MC&D Representative clears his throat. MC&D Rep: W-well folks, sorry about that little interruption! We should b-b-be good to go! Theta stand and turns towards Rho and Kappa. Theta: We need to leave. Now. Theta walks into the aisle and towards the door. Rho and Kappa follow. The man calls out after them. ???: Hey, where are you guys going? What, never seen someone get killed before? As the team exits the panel room, an SCP-6616-1 entity turns towards them. 6616-1: I’m really sorry about that, sirs and ma’am! I hope that didn’t ruin your convention experience this year! The team runs past the entity and out the door. Once in the main convention center, Theta spots a familiar SCP-6616-1 entity in the distance, who waves them down. Theta: Derek! Theta turns and gestures for his team to follow. Theta: Come on! The team runs towards the entity. Rho: Holy shit! Holy fuckin’ shit! What the hell was that- 6616-1: Who was it? Rho: …what? 6616-1: Who was it, who started the fight?! Theta: It was the Serpent’s Hand. Called themselves the, uh… the Serpent’s Will. They called themselves the Serpent’s Will. 6616-1: HAHA, YES! Rho: What? 6616-1: And who did they start the fight with? Theta: This guy representing Marshall, Carter and Dark during the panel. 6616-1: TWO FOR TWO, FUCK YEAH! That’s 50 bucks, baby! Rho: Excuse me, what the fuck are you talking about?! 6616-1: There’s been talk of a Serpent’s Hand splinter cell that started to form a few months back. Super radical. Anyone who isn’t with them is against them. Theta: So why’d they go after MC&D of all people? 6616-1: Apparently, they hate them the most. Something about anomalies not being property, and “you can’t sell people!” blah, blah, blah. They’re super touchy about people like me, too. As if we need them fighting for our rights. Rho: And you… BET ON THEM! 6616-1: Yeah. We all do. Rho: How many fights are there?! I thought you were supposed to be security! 6616-1: Did anyone besides the Serpent’s Will douchebags get hurt? Rho: I… well, I guess not… 6616-1: Exactly. People come here every year thinking it’s a perfect opportunity to get revenge on someone, or turn the tides of whatever imaginary war they’re fighting. They hear the rumors, but they think that’s just what they are: rumors. They don’t take the STAFF seriously. But make no mistake. We take our jobs… very seriously. Rho: …right. Understood. The entity nods. 6616-1: Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to go see the damage! Did June do the thing with the floor? Oh, I bet she did! That always scares the shit out of them! I saw one guy literally shit his pants as he sank into the floor! We had to get a new carpet, cause the shit merged with it as he sank… The entity starts to float away towards the panel room. As it does, the doors open and people start flooding out. 6616-1: Get out of the way! Move it, just- fuck it. The entity vanishes. Theta turns toward his team. Theta: Come on. I think we have enough for an initial report. Rho: Initial?! Man, I just saw someone drown in the floor like it was fucking silly putty! Kappa: Yeah, we all saw! Besides the whole killing thing, it wasn’t really that bad. Rho: Christ Almighty, I do not want to see whatever you consider bad! Theta starts walking towards the entrance to the anomaly. His team follows. As the team approaches, a booth can be seen standing next to the entrance. Rho: Hey Theta? Theta: Yeah, what is it? Rho: Why does that booth have the Foundation’s logo on it? In front of the team stands an all black booth with the Foundation’s insignia drawn on the front. Theta: I… uh… Kappa approaches the booth, picking up a pin of the Foundation’s insignia that lays on the counter. Kappa: …what the hell? They have pins? Wait a minute… five dollars?! For a shitty pin?! A man wearing a dark grey, wool sweater walks out from the back of the booth. ???: That’s right, five dollars. Or gears, or paints, or 7th dimension ingots or whatever currency you use. Five of them… hey, it’s you guys! Where did you run off to in such a hurry? Theta: Wha- but we just saw you in the panel room. How did you get out here so fast? ???: Oh, I always like to get my stand up and running as people start to leave for the day. They make great customers on the way out! Theta: I asked how you got out here so fast. Not why. ???: …anyways, see anything you like? Kappa: I would say the pins, but five dollars is highway robbery! How much does it cost to make these? ???: Pretty much nothing. I got a deal going with The Factory, so I get hundreds of these things. Kappa: …cheap. ???: It’s called business. I guess you would know what I’m talking about if MC&D didn’t drop the ball so hard, am I right? The team is silent. ???: Heh. Well, I have other things if you don’t want the pins. How about a picture? Or an autograph? I’m actually pretty high up in Foundation ranks, so my autograph is pretty valuable! Kappa: Yeah, cause you can always trust someone who says their own autograph is valuable. The man shrugs. ???: Whatever. Theta: …high up in Foundation ranks… Theta gets closer to the booth. Theta: Wait… dash twelve? Is that you? 05-12: …who’s asking? Theta: MTF Zeta-9. 05-12: Uhhh- Rho: And why does your booth say “Happy 5th anniversary”? 05-12: …oh shit. [END LOG] Hide Reproduced below is a note that was taped to the door of Zeta-9’s room, upon their return to Site-78. Mole Rats. Under circumstances any more dire than the predicament we currently find ourselves in, you would all have your memories of the past few days erased. Your team would be disbanded and you would all be sent to the farthest corners of this Foundation. Lucky for you, your team still manages to have some shred of usefulness. Right now, you three serve as the “leading experts” on SCP-6616. Had it not been for The Outsider’s4 foolish sense of rebellion, he could have taken your place, and much more competently, I suppose. But that’s besides the point. How he managed to attend this convention for years without our knowledge is something we’re still trying to figure out. He has proven to be quite adept at keeping his mouth shut. If we knew that all it took to shut him up was sending him somewhere he could flaunt his fake power for a week, we would have done it years ago. Your team is now tasked with investigating the anomaly each year, during its period of activation. You will gather notes, rumors, pictures, videos, products and anything else you can. DO NOT MAKE YOUR INTENTIONS KNOWN. And do not worry about The Supervisor. We will deal with her when the time comes. You are not to reveal that you saw The Outsider in attendance. We will know if you did. You should receive an email from The Outsider any minute now with his own apology. Read it, then delete it. Any more questions, you can aim at your site director. Goodbye. For now. - 05-2, The Final Stand Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re: Subject To: Zeta-9 / Dr. Mayhew From: 05-12, The Outsider Subject: AnomalyCon Zeta-9, Dr. Mayhew, The reason I’m contacting you all is concerning SCP-6616. It has come to my attention that the Foundation was unaware of the existence of such an anomaly. If I had realized this sooner, I can guarantee you all that my actions would not have been kept from the others. You see, I was under the impression that the Foundation would have known about an anomaly of this magnitude with such a large potential for a veil break. Rest assured, I will not be attending the remaining two days of the convention, or any other days in the future. Please except my apologies. If you need any help documenting this anomaly, I would happy to provide any information I can. Best wishes… 05-12, The Outsider After Action Report On October 24th at 6:00 pm, SCP-6616 vanished from Washington, D.C. All attempts to locate the convention center or any SCP-6616-1 entities have failed. Approximately one hour after its disappearance, a card addressed to 05-12 was left at Site-78. The contents of the card have been reproduced below. AnomalyCon 2020! We hope everyone had an amazing AnomalyCon this year! You all know The STAFF and I strive for a better experience every year, and this year was no different! Despite the very minor interruption, our friends over at Marshall, Carter and Dark Ltd had an amazing and thought-provoking panel, and with amazing products from both The Factory and Dr. Wondertainment, I think it’s safe to say that this year is one to remember! And we'd all like to wish a very happy 5th anniversary to the SCP Foundation! AnomalyCon wouldn’t be the same without you! We can’t wait to see what you bring to the panel floor next year! And on that note, we hope everyone has an amazing rest of their year, and we look forward to seeing you all next year in Eagle Point, Oregon Portland, Maine! - The Supervisor (P.S. - Next year, make sure you know how to get in before you arrive. Thanks.) - Derek, Supervisor’s assistant Footnotes 1. Under review for possible cognitohazard. 2. Identity still under investigation. 3. Prominent Serpent’s Hand member. 4. 05-12 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6616" by kilgrave_lovejoy, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6617 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6617 Special Containment Procedures: A one-kilometer perimeter around SCP-6617 is to be patrolled by the SCPF Thalassa to prevent civilian vessels from entering it. Should the SCPF Thalassa sustain damage requiring it to leave its patrol, another Foundation vessel of similar size is to be sent in its place immediately. All personnel onboard the SCPF Thalassa are to not look in the direction of SCP-6617 or SCP-6617-1 under any circumstances. Personnel acting strangely or expressing the desire to rescue SCP-6617-1 must be restrained and taken at least three kilometers away from SCP-6617. All supplies for Research Outpost 6617 must be delivered by air. Radio contact with Research Outpost 6617 should be maintained at all times. Description: SCP-6617 is an island one kilometer in length located in the Atlantic Ocean. This island is not recorded on civilian maps or in any other records. If any living subject enters within 50 meters of SCP-6617, they physically cannot be taken away from it. Attempts to airlift or tow subjects away from it always end in failure, and attempts to swim or fly away from SCP-6617 always end in the subject ending up back where they started. No food or water sources have been found on SCP-6617, although evidence of human habitation lasting at least a month has been found on the northern tip. SCP-6617-1 is a humanoid female of Mediterranean descent with the anomalous property of influencing humans who directly view it to approach it. Humans who have seen SCP-6617-1 will express a strong desire to rescue it, even though SCP-6617-1 is not in any physical danger. SCP-6617-1 is affected by SCP-6617's properties, and cannot leave SCP-6617. Combined with its properties, this means that viewing SCP-6617-1 will usually result in becoming trapped on SCP-6617. SCP-6617-1 does not age, and it does not require food or water. SCP-6617-1 is affected by environmental hazards such as sunburn but cannot be killed by said environmental hazards. SCP-6617-1 stays inside Research Outpost 6617 for its own safety and comfort, but it has expressed on multiple occasions the desire to keep others safe by staying out of sight. Those already on SCP-6617 cannot be affected by viewing SCP-6617-1. SCP-6617 Discovery: After reports of a small yacht going missing and sending out a radio message describing a woman on an island, a team of eight Foundation agents were sent to the yacht's last known location. Upon viewing SCP-6617-1, the team changed course for SCP-6617, running aground approximately 60 meters away from it. The agents immediately swam the rest of the way to SCP-6617 and became trapped by its effects. The following radio transcripts detail the efforts designed to rescue the trapped agents and the establishment of Research Outpost 6617. + Open Radio Log 1 - Close Radio Log 1 Foreword: This log was recorded five hours after the last message sent by the agents, after radio contact was established between them and the SCPF Pontus Transcript: Agent Lang: Oh God, someone's here! Please, get us off this fucking island already! Researcher Fox (onboard the SCPF Pontus): We're going to try. We're sending you guys a raft right now, you'll be out of there in no time. Agent Peters: Thank you! But what the hell happened to us? We saw this weird lady and then Roberts steered us into the ground. Nobody knows why, Roberts isn't telling. Researcher Fox: I can't help you guys with that. But cheer up, the raft's coming right now! A raft large enough to carry all eight agents to the SCPF Pontus was lowered into SCP-6617's area of influence, and carried to the water by the agents. Agent Pierre: Let's get out of here. I have a date to get to. After boarding the raft and leaving SCP-6617's shore, the agents began moving towards the SCPF Pontus. Approximately 40 meters away from SCP-6617, the raft broke apart and began sinking. The agents began swimming towards the SCPF Pontus, but appeared back on the shore before exiting SCP-6617's area of influence. Researcher Fox: Well, that didn't work. I'll get working with my team on another way to get you guys out. Don't give up hope. Agent Pierre: Tell my girlfriend that I love her. Also, probably tell someone at Site-11 to buy her flowers, it's not going to be pretty when she realizes I'm trapped on an island. Researcher Fox (laughing): Will do, Agent Pierre. + Open Radio Log 2 - Close Radio Log 2 Foreword: This log was recorded one day after the failed rescue effort, between the agents and the SCPF Pontus. Transcript Researcher Fox: Hey, is anyone there? We're going to try and get you out today. SCP-6617-1: I think they're sleeping. Researcher Fox: Who are you? SCP-6617-1 (laughing): I ask myself that same question sometimes. To answer your question, I'm that girl that these poor fools saw. Researcher Fox: Could you wake the agents up? I need to talk to them. SCP-6617-1: Of course. SCP-6617-1 shouts "Wake up", waking all eight agents. It then runs to the far side of SCP-XXXX and out of sight. Agent Lang: What the fuck! Rachel, was that you? Agent Pierre (confused): Uh, no. That wasn't me. Researcher Fox: Don't look at me. All I heard was a voice. Agent Peters: Probably that weird girl. I wouldn't put it past the strange island anomaly to do that. Agent Ash: Well, Lila, do you have anything new for us? Researcher Fox: Yes, I do, Vera. We're going to try to airlift you guys out today. If that doesn't work, then we're out of options, really. So let's hope that this works. Agent Lang: Finally! I've been getting a little tired of rocks and shit! Researcher Fox: Could you tone down the profanity, Jacob? I have to put this in a report. Agent Pierre: Seriously. When I go home, I don't want to get in trouble for messing with a report. So stop it, Jacob. Researcher Fox: While we're waiting for the helicopter, do you have any information about this island at all? Agent Acker: I'm sorry, we have nothing. I'm no researcher. Researcher Fox: That's okay, Markus. It just makes my job easier to have more info. Now, everyone stand clear, the helicopter's coming now. A helicopter dangling a rope ladder hovers outside SCP-6617's area of influence, moving as close as it can without entering. As the first agent starts climbing, the pilot notices the rope beginning to fray. As the agent reaches three meters above the ground, the rope snaps, causing the ladder and agent to fall. Agent Lang: What the actual hell! Lila, what was that! Is this the island or do you guys keep sending us faulty rescue equipment! Agent Pierre: Wasn't that girl saying something about rafts breaking? That a few people tried to make a raft out of wood and it broke? Agent Lang: I just assumed those guys were shitty at making rafts. You don't see hoofprints and immediately assume zebras, Rachel. Agent Pierre: We have worked for the SCP Foundation for way too long to count out the wilder option, Jacob. Researcher Fox: I'm so sorry. Do you have any ideas on how to get you all out? Agent Acker: Well, if we can't leave, shouldn't we set up some kind of base for research and things? I mean, keep working on getting us out, but set something up. Plus, the sun's getting really annoying and I want some shelter. Researcher Fox: Actually, that idea isn't half bad. Our team here could watch over you guys, and we'll be able to learn more about this anomaly. In the meantime, we'll send in the materials to build something. Best of luck to you all. After these radio logs, Research Outpost 6617 was constructed on the southern side of SCP-6617. Agents Pierre, Lang, Peters, Roberts, Acker, Ash, Fargo, and Porter are the only staff present. They are overseen by researchers aboard the SCPF Thalassa, after the SCPF Pontus was required elsewhere. Addendum 6617a: + Open Interview Log - Close Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-6617-1 Interviewer: Dr. Christine Walker Foreword: SCP-6617-1 was interviewed over radio on 7/24/2019 to gather more information on the origins of itself and SCP-6617 <Begin Log, 10:00 AM, 7/24/2019> Dr. Walker: Hello, SCP-6617-1. I am Dr. Walker, and I'm going to ask you some questions. You are going to answer them to the best of your ability. SCP-6617-1: Alright. Although, if I may ask, why are you calling me that? I mean, it's fine, I've been called worse, but I want to know. Dr. Walker: It's just procedure. Now, do you know anything about how you got here, or anything before that? SCP-6617-1: No, not really. I sort of just, started existing here one day. I've never been anywhere else, I don't think. Dr. Walker: Please elaborate on your answer, SCP-6617-1 SCP-6617-1: I told you, I don't know. I've been here for all my life. I don't know how long, I don't know why. It's kind of hard to count days when you lost count around a thousand years ago. Dr. Walker: Do you know exactly how your effects work? We have been studying them for as long as we've been here, and we need more information to finish up the report. SCP-6617-1: Finally, you ask me something I can answer. If someone sees me, they come here. They swim, they jump overboard, a few times people stole lifeboats. And then, of course, there's the people who crash entire ships to come here. That never goes well. Sometimes, if I throw hard enough, I can throw items out of the island's area. Only small things, though. Like bottles. Not humans. Dr. Walker: Thank you, SCP-6617-1. We found evidence of human habitation here, can you explain that? SCP-6617-1: That must have been a hundred or so years ago. A ship wrecked here, maybe two lifeboats full of people got ashore. They used the boats as shelter, and they had supplies to last them about a month. It rained once, and the water from that kept them alive. But, eventually, they ran out of water. They didn't make it past two months. I used one of the boats as shelter until it got too worn to use. Took their clothes as well, but those didn't last either. Dr. Walker: Thank you. That will be all for today. SCP-6617-1: When you send supplies for everyone, could you send me a sunhat? The sunburn on my face is getting unbearable. Thank you. Dr. Walker: I'll see what I can do, SCP-6617-1. Goodbye. <End Log, 10:30 AM, 7/24/2019> Closing Statement: After this interview, a sunhat and several bottles of sunscreen were sent in the next supply shipment. Addendum 6617b: Therapy Logs + Open Therapy Log 1 - Close Therapy Log 1 Interviewed: SCP-6617-1 Interviewer: Dr. Serena Thomas Foreword: A Foundation therapist, Dr. Serena Thomas, was assigned to the SCPF Thalassa for the mental health of everyone onboard, as well as on SCP-6617. The following is a transcript of a therapy session between Dr. Thomas and SCP-6617-1, conducted over radio. <Begin Log, 12:00 PM, 8/01/2019> Dr. Thomas: Hi, SCP-6617-1, I'm Serena. I'm here to check in on you, make sure you're okay and all. I'd go to you, but I kind of want to go home for holidays and all. SCP-6617-1: Check in on me? That's sweet and all, but there are way more people on this island who need help more than me. Rachel's been crying all day, says she missed someone's birthday. I'm used to all this, they're not. Dr. Thomas: I'm meeting with her later today. This is your time, not anyone else's. SCP-6617-1: Really? Okay then. I suppose being alone all this time did something to me. I can't put my finger on what exactly it is, though. Dr. Thomas: Well, we all feel like that sometimes. It's okay to not know what you feel about things. SCP-6617-1 (laughing): Well, I doubt you ever felt as alone as me. I think I could definitely qualify for the loneliest person in the world. Dr. Thomas: I remember when I called myself the loneliest girl in the world in school. Oh, how wrong I was. So, yeah, I think you could call yourself that. Not anymore, though. SCP-6617-1: I'd be less mad if this island had a forest and river and everything else. But, no, I live on a barren stretch of rock. Nobody would want to be here, I'm sure of that Dr. Thomas: Why do you always stay in the research outpost? I'm kind of curious as to why you stopped going out. SCP-6617-1: You think I want people seeing me? Listen, I never wanted anything I have, and luring people to their deaths isn't anything to be proud of. Even now, where nobody'll die anymore, do you think I want someone's life to be ruined? Rachel can't ever see her girlfriend, Markus has friends somewhere that he can never meet again, and Jamie has two kids he won't ever see again. All my fault. Do your jobs and keep people away, I'll do my job and stay out of sight. Dr. Thomas: I wish I could hug you or something. And no, this isn't because of your effect. This is why they put me here. I'm too soft. I'm sorry. SCP-6617-1: What do you have to be sorry for? You've done nothing wrong. I'm the one who should apologize. Dr. Thomas: I'm sorry, but I have to meet with Agent Pierre now. Talk again soon, okay? SCP-6617-1: Perfect. I'll be here, as always. Dr. Thomas (laughing): Goodbye, SCP-6617-1. <End Log, 12:30 PM, 8/01/2019> Closing Statement: SCP-6617-1 remained in Research Outpost 6617 for two weeks, only leaving when accompanied by Agent Pierre. + Open Therapy Log 2 - Close Therapy Log 2 Interviewed: SCP-6617-1 Interviewer: Dr. Serena Thomas. Foreword: The following is a transcript of a therapy session between Dr. Serena Thomas and SCP-6617-1, conducted over radio. Dr. Thomas was permitted to give SCP-6617-1 a name, provided that it is only used between the two. <Begin Log, 12:00 PM, 9/01/19> Dr. Thomas: Hi, SCP-6617-1. SCP-6617-1: Oh, hello, Serena. Dr. Thomas: These aren't really formal logs, so to speak, so I got permission to give you an actual name. Keep in mind, we're the only two allowed to use it, though. Do you have any ideas on what you'd want to be called? SCP-6617-1: Wait, they're letting me choose? I guess something to do with the ocean might be fitting. Marina, perhaps? Dr. Thomas: Marina? That's a nice name. Anyway, Marina, I wanted to ask you how you're doing. For being stuck on an island for thousands of years, you seem to hold up pretty well. SCP-6617-1: I remember, whenever I was alone, I'd try to count every star I saw in the sky. I didn't know the constellations, so I named them myself. Of course, Rachel told me all of them. I called the Little Dipper the Eel for about a thousand years. That's how I held up. I gave myself a task I knew nobody would be able to finish. Dr. Thomas: That's at least a little cooler than what I do when I'm alone, at least. SCP-6617-1: Come on! It can't be any weirder than what I do. Dr. Thomas: I used to draw. I had like, no friends, so I got really good at it. What did I draw, you may ask? Weird monster things. To this day, I wonder if I drew an SCP before I even knew what an SCP was. I drew an eyeball with legs once, and someone found it at school. If I'd been unpopular before, I sure was after that. Anyway, your constellation thing is better and I'd like to hear what you named the rest of them. SCP-6617-1: I have a drawing of all of them, I wonder if I could put it in something waterproof and throw it for someone to collect? It's not out of the question. Dr. Thomas: I'll see what I can do. You're undoubtedly one of the best people I've talked to here, that's for sure. SCP-6617-1: Why? That ship you're on, it's decent sized. There's got to be someone cooler than me on there. Dr. Thomas: Well, let's just say, when you're as stressed as a containment specialist, you tend to take it out on the most useless member of the team. And would you look at that, I'm the most useless member on the team. But I talk too much. Back to you. SCP-6617-1: They shouldn't. I don't think you're useless. And I doubt Rachel think you're useless either. I should send a letter from her with my constellation chart. I think her girlfriend would like that. Dr. Thomas: You should. I have another session to get to, so we'll talk later. I wish we could talk more than once a month, though. Bye, Marina. SCP-6617-1: Goodbye, Serena. <End Log, 12:30, 9/01/19> Closing Statement: Several days after this session, a waterproof capsule containing five letters and a drawing was thrown from SCP-6617's area of influence and recovered. The letters were from the agents at Research Outpost 6617, and were sent to their respective recipients, all Foundation personnel. The drawing was of various constellations, each labeled differently than their actual names. + Open Therapy Log 3 - Close Therapy Log 3 Interviewed: SCP-6617-1 Interviewer: Dr. Serena Thomas Foreword: The following is a transcript of a therapy session between Dr. Serena Thomas and SCP-6617-1, conducted over radio. <Begin Log, 12:00 PM, 10/01/19> Dr. Thomas: Hi, Marina! I'm honestly kind of relieved I get to talk to you. SCP-6617-1: Same to you, Serena. Looking at the sky gets a bit boring after a while. Dr. Thomas: Well, I'm not the only person here. The agents aren't going anywhere. SCP-6617-1: They're still doing research of some sort, although I really don't know what more there is to know about this place. Dr. Thomas: Well, best not to interrupt. I suppose talking to you is one of the highlights of my month. SCP-6617-1: I agree. With the talking to you thing, of course. Dr. Thomas: At least it's better out here than where I was before. So many more people to counsel there, and an ocean view is much better than concrete. SCP-6617-1: Agreed. Dr. Thomas: Marina? Do you know about Sirens? SCP-6617-1: No. I'd like to hear about them, though. Dr. Thomas: They're from Greek mythology. Half woman, half bird, and they lure sailors to their deaths with their singing. SCP-6617-1 (laughing): Sounds a bit like me. I wish I could sing, though. Dr. Thomas: That makes two of us. You're sort of a Siren, but you don't want to lure people to their deaths. It's strange but I tie everything to myths because I'm a nerd. I think I annoyed a lot of people doing that. SCP-6617-1: I don't mind it. Dr. Thomas: I wouldn't expect anything less from you. Also, I'm excited to report that after three months of knowing you, that you are still one of the coolest people I've talked to. SCP-6617-1: You too. And I've been around for thousands of years. Well, most of the people I've talked to have either thought I was some kind of island witch, so there's that. I guess I sort of am. But it's less magic, what I have, and more of a curse. Dr. Thomas: Thank you. And you're no island witch. I've also got some good news, I think I might stay permanently here. Whether that's good or bad, I can't tell. SCP-6617-1: After seeing so many ships sink, I honestly can't understand anyone who chooses to spend more time than necessary in one. But to each their own. Dr. Thomas: I hate cutting our time short, and I hate that I can't talk to you until next month. But there are five people I need to see. Take care, Marina. SCP-6617-1: I hate it too. Talk next month, I guess. <End Log, 12:30, 10/01/19> Closing Statement: Two days after this session, Dr. Serena Thomas put in a request to be permanently transferred to SCPF Thalassa duty. This request was accepted. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6617" by stellara, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6617. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6618 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes psychological torture, grievous injury, and serial killers. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 6618 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo An image of SCP-6618 during its fifth recording. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6618 is to be contained in a secure locker within Site-118. Access to SCP-6618 is to be decided at the discretion of the head researcher. Due to the nature of SCP-6618’s content, all staff working on SCP-6618 while it is being played are recommended to have achieved a score of 5 or below on the Riemann-Mannheim Empathy Test. In addition, at least one Foundation webcrawler team is to be assigned to search for similar instances to SCP-6618. The term “Papa” is to be of particular note during this search. All newfound anomalies similar to SCP-6618 are to be reported to the SCP-6618 Project Lead upon containment. Description: SCP-6618 is a standard video compact disc (VCD) with the words “PAPA’S WAYS ON HOW TO RAISE AND DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILD” written on its surface in marker ink. When played, SCP-6618 will display a video of a human male (later found to be James Vane, a college student who lived in Jackson, Wyoming in 2004) being subjected to typical non-corporal childhood disciplinary measures taking place over a runtime of seventy-two minutes. Though the overall structure of the video remains the same, each playback produces notable differences, with later playbacks displaying an evident progression in the degrading mental state of Vane. Throughout the runtime of SCP-6618, Vane will typically be accompanied by an additional entity (hereafter referred to as SCP-6618-A), which can be seen speaking in SCP-6618’s annotations. SCP-6618-A's appearance, identity and purpose are unknown, though it has been recorded to refer to itself as “Papa” in its interactions with Vane. Later testing of SCP-6618 with the Moore Technological Tampering Instrument has since uncovered evidence related to C-type technopathic modification1, though conclusive evidence regarding the technopathic status of SCP-6618-A has still been yet to be uncovered. (Outdated. Refer to Operation Log for further details.) -As of the time of writing, the search for “Papa” and similar anomalies to SCP-6618 (see Addendum 6618.1) is still ongoing.- (Outdated. Refer to Operation Log for further details.) Discovery Log: SCP-6618 was first discovered in Jackson, Wyoming in July of 2004 by a federal agent who was investigating a lead regarding the recent chain of disappearances in the area. The operative then submitted the anomaly as additional evidence to his superior, who at the time was an undercover Foundation operative. Upon discovering the anomalous properties of the disc, the aforementioned superior then contacted the Foundation, which amnesticized all personnel that knew of the disc. Shortly after, the disc was then procured by the Foundation and taken to Site-118 for containment. Addendum 6618.1: The following logs are selected transcripts of SCP-6618 recordings played from its initial discovery up until the present. First recording, played on 7/08/2004 [A blue titlecard reminiscent of early 2000s TV shows appears with the words “PAPA’S WAYS ON HOW TO RAISE AND DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILD” written upon it. Light jazz music is heard in the background. It disappears within several seconds.] SCP-6618's title card. [Vane, who is estimated to be approximately twenty years old, is seen facing the corner of a wall. The subject’s knees are seen to be unmoving, and from the perspective of the viewer, it is evident that Vane is unable to move anything except his head, which is slightly shaking. The beige paint on the wall is peeling, and evidently shows signs of neglect. The only light source within the room is a spotlight directed at Vane.] [The words “THE CLASSIC WAY” appear in large yellow serif letters above Vane’s head. A few seconds later, the words “TIME-OUT” appear below. They disappear from the frame after a few seconds.] Vane: “Hello?” [There is no response.] Vane: “Dear God, hello?!” [There is no response. This continues for several minutes.] [Vane attempts to move away from the wall, but is only able to move his head. He is seen gritting his teeth as he continues to attempt to move away.] Vane [fearful]: “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” [Vane tries to pull his head away from the wall more violently, doing so in bursts of activity. He is heard grunting with effort.] Vane: “This… this isn’t funny. What am I doing here, hello?!” [After three minutes, Vane’s efforts at struggling decrease and eventually halt. He is seen resting his head on the wall and panting. Sweat is seen running down his forehead.] [Vane attempts to speak in between breaths. His panting is audibly loud.] Vane: “I…” [Vane takes a deep breath.] Vane [screaming]: “IS ANYONE THERE?! MY NAME IS JAMES VANE! COME HELP ME, PLEASE!” [Vane takes another deep breath.] Vane [screaming]: “HELLLLLLLP!” [Vane slumps. His head rests against the corner in the wall.] [The words “HE HAS BEEN A BAD BOY” appears above Vane. This is followed by the words “LET US TEACH HIM TO BE A GOOD BOY AGAIN.” below it. Both disappear after several seconds.] Vane: “Help…” [Vane begins to sob.] Vane [sobbing]: “Help me, please…” [The words “TIME:” followed by the timestamp of the accelerated footage appears below Vane.] [The video begins to transition to a timelapse. Vane is seen going through twenty-two repeated attempts to break free. When his attempts are unsuccessful, he begins to inaudibly scream for help before collapsing and slumping against the wall.] [After an estimated nineteen hours of accelerated footage, the video begins to slow down once again. Audio returns to the video, as evidenced by the return of background noise, but Vane himself is silent. His head is seen resting on the corner of the wall, and we are only able to see the back of the subject’s head. The sound of faint breathing is heard.] [The video again transitions into a timelapse for another 78 hours of accelerated footage. Unlike the previous timelapse, Vane does not make any movements except for the occasional quiver and cough. Approximately 52 hours from when the timelapse begins, the subject makes an attempt to lift his head once again, but is apparently too weak to do so2.] [Eventually, the footage slows down once again. Despite not having had access to water for more than 72 hours, Vane has not yet expired, but does not appear to be able to move.] [The “TIME:” text below Vane disappears. It is soon replaced by the words “HE IS NOW A GOOD BOY.”] [The sound of a singular footstep is heard behind the camera. Vane attempts to slowly turn his head to look.] Vane [weakly]: “He… hello?” [The spotlight on Vane is completely turned off. The footage is now in absolute darkness.] [Slow footsteps are heard in the darkness. It is assumed to be moving closer to Vane. Vane makes no audible vocal reaction, but his breathing is heard accelerating with each step.] [The footsteps are heard coming to a stop beside Vane.] [Silence persists for several seconds] [Vane screams, but the vocal noise is heard being similar in volume to a rasp3.] [END TRANSCRIPT.] Second recording, played on 7/15/2004 [A blue titlecard reminiscent of early 2000s TV shows appears with the words “PAPA’S WAYS ON HOW TO RAISE AND DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILD” written upon it. Light jazz music is heard in the background. It disappears within several seconds.] [Vane, who is visibly thinner compared to the previous playing of SCP-6618, sits on an exquisite chair in the middle of the frame. A large table is set in front of him, the surface of which is covered with twenty-seven plates of food and several pitchers full of water. Vane is evidently weak, but has an expression of relief on his face.] Vane [rasping]: “Th-thank you. Thank you so much.” [Vane slowly begins to eat from a dish to his right, which appears to be a bowl of mushroom soup. He is evidently quivering as he does so. He is able to finish the dish in six minutes.] [The words “THE HEALTHY WAY” appear in large yellow serif letters above Vane’s head. A few seconds later, the words “FEEDING HIM HEALTHY FOOD.” appear below. They disappear from the frame after a few seconds.] [Vane continues to eat from the dishes available to him, but notably avoids the dishes containing vegetables such as cabbage, carrots, and lettuce. Throughout the twenty-minute length of Vane’s meal, his demeanor and physicality changes, with his skin notably becoming less pale and his movements becoming less sluggish. Vane has also been noted to express joy and pleasure within this period, but he has also been observed to be nervously viewing the room.] [The words “REMEMBER TO REWARD THE BEHAVIOR OF GOOD BOYS.” appear above Vane.] [Vane is heard belching, which he tries to nervously hide. Shortly after, he ceases to eat, and continues to attempt to sit up straight in his seat. He begins to nervously look around the room once again.] Vane [grateful]: “Th-thank you for the food. I’ve been… um… starving for so long.” [Silence is heard.] Vane [fearful]: “Hello?” [Nothing responds to Vane’s remarks. Vane quickly looks around the room.] Vane [hesitant]: “Can I please… can I please leave now?” [The silence continues. Vane nervously scans the room once again.] [Vane remains in its seat for several minutes. His eyes are seen moving from side to side in regular motions. He is seen trembling as he sits up straight.] Vane [relieved]: “He’s not here. He’s not here. He’s not here.” [Vane looks from side to side before slowly and hesitantly rising from his seat. His expression is that of disbelief and relief. He stands up and slowly begins to walk to the side, away from the table. Each progressive step that Vane takes expresses incrementally less hesitation.] [Vane moves out of frame.] [There is silence for several seconds.] [Footsteps are heard behind the camera. The spotlight is turned off.] [The words “AND REMEMBER TO PUNISH THE BEHAVIOR OF BAD BOYS.” appear in the darkness.] [A table is heard being moved violently. Several staggering footsteps, presumably Vane’s, are heard.] [The spotlight is again turned on. The text disappears. Vane is seated at the table once again, but his eyes are seen tearing up. Several pieces of lettuce, which were seen as one of the dishes on the table, have been forcefully inserted into his mouth. Vane is seen shaking his head and gagging.] [The words “CHEW.” appear in red. Vane attempts to respond.] Vane [barely intelligible, gagging]: “No… no, please.” [The words “CHEW!” appear larger at the bottom. Vane continues to resist.] Vane [barely intelligible, gagging]: “Please stop… [unintelligible] I don’t want to…” [The spotlight turns off for one second.] [The spotlight is turned on once again, and the lettuce is seen forcefully inserted further into Vane’s mouth. Vane is seen gripping the ends of the table and is trying to scream.] [The words “CHEW, NOW.” appear larger and now take up half of the screen. Vane’s eyes are watering and audibly struggling, but is unable to resist.] [The spotlight turns off.] [Vane can be heard gagging and dry-heaving. He retches, then sobs quietly for a moment.] [The spotlight turns on again. Vane is now seen gingerly eating the lettuce with his own hands. He is tearing up with every bite, and is visibly in pain as he swallows.] [The words “HE IS NOW MY GOOD BOY.” appear in yellow text.] [The words “Aren’t you?” appear in red text below.] [Vane slowly nods as he chews.] Vane [hesitantly]: “Y-yes… Papa.” [END TRANSCRIPT.] Sixth recording, played on 8/07/2004 [A blue titlecard reminiscent of early 2000s TV shows appears with the words “PAPA’S WAYS ON HOW TO RAISE AND DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILD” written upon it. Light jazz music is heard in the background. It disappears within several seconds.] [The words “THE HOMEY WAY” appear on a dark screen. After a few seconds, the text “TEACHING THEM HOW TO DO CHORES” is seen below.] [Vane is seen standing meekly in the center of the frame. He appears docile and fearful as his body quivers. Compared to previous playings of SCP-6618, he also seems to hunch his back while situating his knees closer to the ground, as if he is making himself look smaller.] [The words “TEACHING YOUR CHILDREN RESPONSIBILITY MAKES THEM INDEPENDENT!” appears above Vane. It is followed by the text “IT’S ALSO A GREAT WAY FOR THEM TO PAY YOU BACK.” Both lines of text disappear after a few seconds.] [Vane is seen looking around in uncertainty. He begins to quiver more violently.] Vane [fearful]: “He… hello? Papa? What am I doing-” [A large wood broom falls from out of frame and onto the floor. It makes a loud sound, which startles Vane. He looks around in fear.] Vane [unsure]: “Papa? Papa?” [The words “SWEEP.” appear in large letters in the middle of the screen. Vane flinches in response, and he begins to silently hyperventilate.] Vane: “Of course, Pa… papa. I’m so sorry.” [Vane gingerly picks the broom up from the floor and begins to sweep. Due to the angle of the camera, we are unable to see the floor.] [Slow jazz music begins to play in the background. It appears to be playing in the room that Vane seems to be in.] [Vane continues to sweep for several seconds before something behind the camera roughly directs it to view the floor. At this point, only the floor and Vane’s feet are being shown.] [Vane’s sweeping begins to slow three minutes from when the subject started. While not obvious from the viewpoint of the viewer, he appears to be slowly retrieving something from his pocket.] [The jazz music continues. The words “CHILDREN ARE MEANT TO BE SEEN, NOT HEARD.” appear, followed by “SIT BACK AND WATCH THEM WORK AS YOU RELAX.” below it. SCP-6618-A does not seem to notice Vane’s actions.] [Vane continues to sweep the floor, but does so in a way that seems to indicate that he is only holding the broom with one hand. Although quiet, the sound of tape being removed is heard.] [Jazz music continues to be played in the background. Vane has now stopped attempting to sweep properly, is now only making motions with the broom on the floor. SCP-6618-A does not make any indication of noticing this.] [Suddenly, Vane throws the broom at the camera, which causes it to tip over and hit the ground. The sound of the camera’s lens breaking is heard, and the video only shows the grey concrete floor.] [Vane is heard wrapping tape around something. He is heard yelling triumphantly as he does so. The words “NO!” are seen on the screen, followed by “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!” which takes up the remainder of the empty space.] Vane: “THE LIGHT WON’T BE TURNING OFF NOW, PAPA! IT WON’T BE TURNING OFF NOW! YOU CAN’T GET ME ANYMORE!” [Vane is heard presumably finishing with wrapping the spotlight in tape, and screaming in delight. His voice seems to be mimicking that of a pre-pubescent boy.] Vane: “DARN YOU, PAPA! DARN YOU! YOU WILL NEVER EVER EVER TAKE ME DOWN AGAIN!” [The words “NONONONONONONONONONONONONO” continue to fill up the screen.] [Vane continues to scream in delight in the background, jumping repeatedly in celebration.] [Faintly, the sounds of tape ripping is heard as more “NONONONONONO” words fill up the screen.] Vane: “Wait-” [Vane is heard panicking as he begins to sprint.] Vane: “PAPA, NO!” [The words ““PUNISHMENT. PUNISHMENT. PUNISHMENT. PUNISHMENT.” begin to fill up the screen.] [The spotlight is heard turning off. At once, the sound of a body repeatedly being thrown to the floor is heard. Bones are heard snapping and cracking. As this happens, the words “PUNISHMENT. PUNISHMENT. PUNISHMENT. PUNISHMENT.” continue to fill up the screen. Vane ceases to scream several minutes after the punishment starts. This continues for the remaining forty minutes of runtime.] [END TRANSCRIPT] Eighth recording, played on 8/08/2004 [A blue titlecard reminiscent of early 2000s TV shows appears with the words “PAPA’S WAYS ON HOW TO PUNISH YOUR CHILD” written upon it. Light jazz music is heard in the background. It disappears within several seconds.] [The words “THE BEST WAY” appear on a dark screen. After a few seconds, the text “SELF REFLECTION” is seen below. The text disappears after several seconds.] [The screen remains dark, but we hear tape being used to wrap around something. Crying, which mimics a small child’s, is heard faintly.] Vane: “Papa, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Papa. Papa, I love you, Papa, please.” [The words “I HAVE CODDLED YOU FOR LONG ENOUGH, BOY.” appear in the middle of the screen. It is replaced by the words "IT IS TIME TO TEACH YOU A LESSON IN LISTENING TO YOUR PAPA."] [Vane’s tone becomes desperate.] Vane: “No, Papa, no, please! Papa, I’ll be a good boy, I promise, Papa!” [The sound of Vane being slapped is heard. Shortly after, liquid is heard splattering on the ground.] [The words “I LOVED YOU. I FED YOU. I RAISED YOU. AND NOW YOU REBEL AGAINST ME?!” appear on the screen. Vane continues to cry.] [The prior text is soon replaced by the words “YOU WILL LEARN YOUR PLACE, BOY. LIKE YOUR SIBLINGS HAVE.”] Vane [pleading]: “No, Papa, no! I love you so so so much, Papa! Please, Papa, please!” [At the center of the screen, the words “LET’S SEE YOUR TRUE FACE.” appear. Vane begins to plead even louder and louder.] [The spotlight is heard turning on. The camera is heard being turned away immediately, and we are only able to see a small part of the other side of the room, the walls of which are covered in parts of crushed human corpses which appear to be sticking to the surface. Vane is heard screaming louder and louder as he presumably views himself in the mirror. This continues until the end of the disc’s runtime.] [END TRANSCRIPT.] Ninth recording, played on 9/24/2004 [A blue titlecard reminiscent of early 2000s TV shows appears with the words “PAPA’S WAYS ON HOW TO RAISE AND DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILDREN” written upon it. Light jazz music is heard in the background. It disappears within several seconds.] [The words “THE MODERN WAY” appear on a dark screen. After a few seconds, the words “THE FERBER METHOD” are seen below.] [Vane is seen in a dark room that is barely illuminated by what looks like a spotlight outside the window. He is laying down in a bed with a small blanket4 barely covering his body. What we are able to see of his body is shivering and curled into a fetal position. Despite this, the shape of a hand permanently bent 45 degrees juts out from the bed.] An image of SCP-6618 during the ninth recording [Vane begins to cry. Despite his estimated age of twenty, the cry attempts to mimic that of an infant’s.] [The words “EVEN IF YOUR BABY IS CRYING IN THE OTHER ROOM,” appear above Vane as he continues to cry.] [Vane moves out of his fetal position and begins to wave his contorted arms while laying on his bed in a mimicry of the behavior of a crying infant.] [The words “KNOW THAT THEY’RE CRYING JUST TO GET YOUR ATTENTION.” replace the previous text.] [Vane’s crying begins to become louder. He begins to attempt sit up and kneel on the bed, but his grievous bodily contortion renders him unable to do so.] [The words “THEY HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO BUT THAT,” replace the previous text.] [Vane continues to cry loudly while waving his arms in the air. Even in the dim light, his flayed skin is evident.] [The words “SO NEVER ANSWER THEIR CRIES!” replace the previous text. It soon disappears.] [After several minutes, Vane ceases to cry. He lays back down on the bed and sucks his thumb, which is missing its fingernail.] [The words “AND IF WORSE COMES TO WORST AND THEY STILL DON’T SLEEP,” appear above Vane.] [The spotlight outside of the room that Vane is in shuts off. The video is left in total darkness. Vane begins to cry even louder than before.] [The words “FORCE THEM TO CRY IT ALL OUT.” appears in the middle of the screen. It disappears after several seconds.] [Vane continues to cry for the rest of the forty-seven minute runtime of the video. The sound of faint crying from presumably adjacent rooms is heard as well.] [At the end of the video, the words “Papa loves all of you, my babies.” appears in small print at the bottom.] [END TRANSCRIPT] Operation Log 6618.1: Four months after SCP-6618’s discovery and subsequent containment, Foundation webcrawler teams were able to find matches related to “Papa” to an obscure website called “Papa’s Parenting Journey”, dated to have been created on January 1, 2000. Though the website contained nothing but an error message when opened, the IP address that created it was traced to a small cabin in rural Wyoming, the United States5. MTF Epsilon-6 was sent to the scene to investigate. Foreword: At 2:15 AM, under the command of MTF Epsilon-6 captain Jules de Napoli, the operatives of the mobile task force made preparations to enter the suspected residence of SCP-6618-A. Three members of the MTF were cleared to enter, with two additional operatives standing guard outside. The following log was extracted from Jules de Napoli’s suit camera after the operation. <Begin Log> The camera footage shows an old wooden door. Mold covers most of the surface, with the metal doorknob evidently flimsy. De Napoli guards the left side of the door, while his second-in-command, Operative Charles Daryl Burnside, guards the right. Operative Lina Gomez takes up the rear. de Napoli: “Alright, we ready?” Burnside: “Affirmative, captain.” Gomez: “Sir, yes, Sir.” De Napoli looks over his shoulder at the two operatives currently guarding the exterior of the cabin, before looking back at Burnside. de Napoli: “Let’s go.” On de Napoli’s mark, Burnside places his hand on the doorknob, turns it, and slowly opens it. The door opens with a long creak. Burnside enters first with his assault rifle. De Napoli follows. Gomez, off-camera, takes up the rear. The interior of the cabin is extremely disordered and cluttered. Several dishes with rotten left-overs sit on top of the dining table, with the sofa containing three large brown stains. Ripped-up magazines have been left on the floor, while a pile of unfolded newspapers reside on top of the table where a television should be. There is notably no restroom within the cabin. Burnside: “Jesus Christ, this place is a dump.” Gomez: “Well, we saw the logs. Guy’s a sicko.” De Napoli sighs. de Napoli: “Place is empty. I don’t think anyone’s here.” De Napoli raises his hand and makes a forward gesture. de Napoli: “Search the place. We’re looking for a hiding place or a tunnel. Anywhere he could have gone or where he could have hid something.” Burnside and Gomez nod in response, quickly moving across the interior to search. De Napoli lowers his gun and begins to look around as well. His body moves to face the direction of the sofa. de Napoli: “Hmm.” De Napoli extends his hand to inspect the stains. Upon closer inspection, they are handprints, but with several fingers missing. In addition to that, only left handprints seem to be present on the sofa. De Napoli inspects the sofa for several seconds, before slowly pushing it. Gomez: “Sir?” Footsteps, presumably Gomez’s, are heard moving closer. De Napoli continues to push the sofa, uncovering a small metal trapdoor, roughly enough to fit a small adult. De Napoli raises a hand and gestures for silence. Burnside is seen getting closer to the trapdoor and readying his weapon. Gomez does the same. De Napoli lowers his hand and slowly opens the trapdoor. It leads down to a set of stairs, the bottom of which is dark. De Napoli wears his night vision goggles, and the other operatives follow suit. He proceeds silently down the dark stairs, and gestures for the other operatives to follow. The stairs proceeding down to the basement as seen from the perspective of Captain de Napoli. The basement is large and mostly populated by tables with three boxes sitting on each. Notably, one table has a box missing. Many compact discs have also been scattered on the ground. To the right of de Napoli is a well-like structure which is covered by a circular wooden lid, while to the left of the captain is at least twenty television sets stacked upon one another, all silently turned on. A low rumbling noise permeates the entire basement. de Napoli: “We’re clear. He’s not here.” Gomez and Burnside emerge into the surface of the basement. De Napoli looks behind him to confirm their presence before moving in the direction of one of the tables. Taking his hand off his firearm, he begins to open one of the boxes. As de Napoli opens the box, he finds it filled to the brim with compact discs, all with the markings “PAPA’S WAYS ON HOW TO RAISE AND DISCIPLINE YOUR CHILDREN” written upon it. De Napoli shakes his head. de Napoli: “More 6618 CDs, what do you know?” Gomez moves to the side of de Napoli to open another box, before pursing her lips in apprehension. Gomez: “Same here. CDs, probably anomalous.” Gomez and de Napoli continue to open the boxes for the next several seconds. Burnside begins to move in the direction of the television sets. Gomez: “Papa’s ways… Papa’s ways… Papa’s ways… Yeah. Nothing here but 6618s.” De Napoli tuts twice. de Napoli: “And ‘Papa’s’ nowhere to be fucking seen. Do you two think he knew we were coming for him?” Gomez: "I don't know, but it's possible if-" The sound of a chair being moved immediately draws the attention of Gomez and de Napoli, who turn to their right with firearms drawn. They see Burnside watching the different television sets with his night vision goggles removed. He is seen with a look of horror on his face. He looks in the direction of de Napoli. Burnside: “Sir? I think you need to see this.” De Napoli and Gomez move in the direction of Burnside before turning to the television sets. de Napoli: “Fuck.” On each television set is a video resembling that of SCP-6618, but with a different individual in each one, all in varying stages of regression. One, a malnourished blonde woman in her late thirties, is seen being chained to a wall. Another, a woman of East Asian descent, is seen kneeling on a plate of mungo seeds. Third, a human of indeterminate sex or ethnicity, is seen crushed against and sticking to a wall. Even without sound, their lips could be seen mouthing the words “Papa” over and over. Burnside: “They’re real people, aren’t they? All of them?” Gomez: “I think so.” The three operatives stand still as they watch the television sets for thirty seconds, when they are interrupted by an increase in the volume of the rumbling that has been heard since they entered the basement. In response, de Napoli looks in the direction of where he thinks the rumbling is coming from, which is the well-like structure to his left. He begins to slowly move in that direction. Gomez and Burnside are assumed to be following behind him. De Napoli holds his firearm at the ready. As he approaches the lid, de Napoli stretches out his hand, but hesitates. The rumbling is heard to be getting louder with him being so close to it. The words "I HAVE TO LEAVE. PAPA LOVES YOU SO MUCH." have been hastily written in red marker on the surface of the lid. From his viewpoint, the inside seems to be covered in a few inches of cotton. After a few seconds of hesitation, de Napoli tuts before placing his hand on the lid, pulling it away. As de Napoli moves his head to look into the pit within the structure, he sees a large mass of dead bodies, numbering at least several hundred, in varying states of decay ranging from fresh corpses to desiccated skeletons. All bodies are churning in a manner similar to that of thick liquid, with some being seen sinking and resurfacing within the mass. Notably, some bodies are observed crushed against the wall to the point of near granularization or liquefaction. Objects such as belts, chains and mungo seeds are seen intermittently strewn about the bodies. All objects appear to be ossified. As de Napoli listens closer for a few more seconds, he is able to hear each of the corpses wailing in a manner similar to that of infants. Climbing on the side of the well is a single corpse with grievous injuries and contortions to its bones, using its one arm to elevate itself above the other bodies. Its face, which shows extensive damage to its eyes, mouth and teeth, identifies it as James Vane. As it attempts to climb, it is only able to scream “Papa!” <End Log> Footnotes 1. Which usually signifies the presence of a technopath capable of exercising unlimited control over a technological medium through the use of a specific object of focus. 2. Dehydration is estimated to have had a significant effect on Vane’s condition at this time. 3. Due to dehydration, Vane is assumed to no longer be capable of screaming normally. 4. Likely made for children 5. 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SCP-6619 | euclid | NOTICE: The following article contains detailed depictions of medical torture, gore, and mentions of miscarriages. If you are sensitive to these topics, please speak to me about assignment to a different SCP. The Foundation cares about its researchers and their mental wellbeing, so please proceed being fully aware of this SCP's contents. Thank you, and stay safe! -Dr. Caraway Item#: 6619 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Exterior of SCP-6619 Special Containment Procedures: All information relating to the former town of Faraday, Georgia has been successfully expunged from all records. All outside access to the former location of Faraday, Georgia has been restricted under the cover of an ongoing ecological survey. Site-555 has been constructed around the former Faraday General Hospital. No personnel lacking a uterus are permitted within Site-555 or within the square kilometer surrounding it. Any personnel lacking a uterus who enter into this perimeter must be quarantined for a period of no shorter than nine months for observation by the Foundation Medical Department. Further details regarding quarantine procedures are under the purview of the Foundation Medical Department. Description: SCP-6619 refers to the structure formerly known as the Faraday General Hospital located in the former town of Faraday, Georgia. SCP-6619's anomalous effects manifest when human beings who lack a uterus enter within one square kilometer of the hospital's campus. These humans (hereto referred to as SCP-6619-A) will begin experiencing the following stages of infection within three days. Stage 1: SCP-6619-A will begin to complain of mild gastrointestinal issues. Pain is typically comparable to indigestion or mild constipation. Pain will steadily increase in severity over the course of a week. Victims are typically able to identify pain as originating from somewhere within the intestines after seven days. Stage 2: After the initial week has passed, SCP-6619-A will become visibly bloated in their lower abdomen. Diagnostic imagery of victims at this stage reveal no notable intestinal anomalies. Stage 3: Two weeks after initial issues develop, SCP-6619-A will begin to complain of severe lower abdominal pain. Diagnostic imagery at this stage reveal a congenital anomaly within the gastrointestinal tract, most commonly located within the small intestine. At this stage, the anomaly is comparable to Meckel's Diverticulum1. Stage 4: Approximately one month after the initial stages of infection, the congenital anomaly will begin to develop outward into the intestines. The anomaly will begin to visually resemble a human fetus in the early stages of development2. Subjects frequently report that their pain has subsided. Stage 5: The anomaly will continue to develop within SCP-6619-A's gastrointestinal tract. This development is comparable to that of a nonanomalous human fetus, albeit at an accelerated rate and with a few notable deviations. Anomalies typically fail to develop a heart, lungs, legs, or facial features. Likewise, anomalies frequently develop enlarged craniums, arms, and hands. Stage 6: Five months after initial infection, SCP-6619-A's gastrointestinal tract will begin to rhythmically contract in a manner similar to uterine contractions in a pregnant human. The anomaly developing within SCP-6619-A will not move from its position within the small intestine. Within 24 hours of stage 6, SCP-6619-A will vanish from their current location and manifest laying down in one of the beds located within SCP-6619. At this point, several unidentified humanoid entities dressed in clinical garb will enter the room and restrain SCP-6619-A into the bed. One entity will insert an IV into a random point on SCP-6619-A's arm, while the others will begin performing a variation of a Caesarean Section. Specific procedures vary from subject to subject, but all involve haphazard recreations of standard medical procedures. At no point will SCP-6619-A be given anesthetics. The procedure lasts an average of fifteen minutes, ending in the removal of the gastrointestinal anomaly. The humanoid entity will then remove the restraints on SCP-6619-A, take the anomaly, and vanish. At this point, SCP-6619-A is free to leave SCP-6619. Addendum 6619.1: Discovery SCP-6619 was discovered in 1985 shortly following the Foundation closure and acquisition of the former town of Faraday, Georgia. Initially believed to be a standard, nonanomalous hospital, no containment procedures were established upon discovery and no personnel were assigned to the property. Its anomalous effects would continue to go unnoticed until 1997, when Foundation researcher Darren Callahan of the Medical Department entered the facility. Dr. Callahan proceeded to experience all stages of SCP-6619 infection, which was mistakenly identified as undiagnosed diverticulitis, before vanishing and manifesting within SCP-6619. After the Medical Department successfully recovered Dr. Callahan, the hospital was quarantined for further research. Seven more personnel were infected before SCP-6619's anomalous properties were identified via hospital documents. Addendum 6619.2: Hospital Documentation The following documents were recovered by the Foundation Medical Department following the infection of Dr. Callahan. Report- September 21st, 1975 Staff- I want to commend all of the members of our prenatal and maternity care teams. We here at Faraday General Hospital recognize how challenging and mentally taxing it can be to admit so many new mothers into our care only to be met with the worst possible result. Your professionalism in handling the surge of complicated cases within the past month cannot be understated, and we wish to formally recognize all of you for your excellent work. Staff, please take time to recognize and commend the nurses and doctors listed below: (All names mentioned have been redacted for confidentiality.) Unfortunately we do not have time to rest. Please continue to do all you can to support every patient who walks through these doors. ~Dr. Che Martinez Report- December 13th, 1975 Hospital administration- Unfortunately today saw another miscarriage in Faraday General Hospital. We have gone beyond a concerning number of cases. Every single pregnancy seen at this hospital for the past three months has resulted in a termination of some kind, for varying reasons. We cannot continue to operate as if there isn't a problem of some kind. We need to perform a formal investigation into our community to identify a potential source of this epidemic, and respond to it accordingly. Failure to act won't simply result in more traumatized mothers, but risks the future of our community itself. I have contacted the state health commission for assistance in this investigation. Hopefully we can come to a quick conclusion. Please continue to support the staff at large, I understand that these times are extremely stressful for them. ~Dr. Che Martinez Internal Memo- February 11th, 1976 Hospital administration- I know you are all just as frustrated as I am. For those unaware- the state commission did perform a rudimentary investigation into Faraday. I emphasize that rudimentary, because as you are all aware the investigation was begun and finished all within a short timeframe of a single month. I hesitate to call it an investigation, and I am insulted on behalf of our community that they believed this was acceptable. The failure to turn up any sort of answer for our pregnancy issues is appalling at best and grossly negligent at worse. The accusations of malpractice towards our staff is likewise insulting. In the spirit of ensuring that this message isn't entirely venting frustrations, I am in the process of hiring a new nurse for the prenatal team. I plan to have a candidate finalized and submitted for approval within the week. If we can't find an answer to our problems, then we might as well find people who can at least help ease our burdens. Thank you for all you do for Faraday. We will get through this and come out the other side. ~Dr. Che Martinez Report- February 15th, 1976 Staff- I would like you all to welcome Nancy Trinidad3 to the prenatal team! Nancy is a recent graduate of ███████ ████████, and impressed staff with her research into human fertility and successful pregnancy. I fully believe that she will be an excellent new member to the Faraday General Hospital family, and will help ease some of the endless burden placed recently on our prenatal and maternity teams. Thank you all for your continued perseverance. Remember the people we serve, and remember our role in this community. Continue making us proud. ~Dr. Che Martinez Letter to Nancy Trinidad- February 17th, 19764 Nancy- Thank you for joining the Faraday General Hospital team. As you know we are in desperate need of your unique skills. That said, this is a reminder that per our arrangement you are required to keep the specifics behind your skills quiet. Absolutely no one aside from myself is to know, understood? We do this at a massive risk not only to ourselves, but Faraday General as a whole. As you work, remember who it is we serve. For the past several months I've seen a seemingly endless stream of new mothers coming in only to leave with this empty look in their eyes. If we can change that, and if we can ensure that happy, healthy families leave this hospital, then we can truly secure a future for Faraday. This town is our home, let's ensure that it remains. ~Dr. Che Martinez Report- June 29th, 1976 Staff- I come to you with some unfortunate news. I would like to preface this by thanking you all for your tireless work in supporting Faraday General Hospital and the town of Faraday. I could not possibly have asked for a better staff to call my colleagues and friends. Unfortunately, I have to step down from my position as lead director of Faraday General. This is a decision I make entirely of my own accord. I believe that I have made severe lapses in judgement in recent history, and due to the severity of these lapses in judgement I cannot continue to serve effectively in my position. Know that everything I did, I did for Faraday. I love this town and its people. I ask, however, that you all recognize my failings as a director. While I cannot specify what those specific failings were, know that they were unforgivable. Likewise, I must also announce the departure of Nancy Trinidad from the prenatal team. Nancy has chosen to seek employment elsewhere. Her support in keeping Faraday's citizens happy and healthy has been vital these past few months, however it is time for her to move on to other ventures. Thank you all for your time and support. I will miss you dearly. ~Che Martinez Further investigations reveal that Dr. Che Martinez was admitted into Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta Georgia shortly following the date on the document above. Hospital records showcase symptoms in line with SCP-6619 infection. Shortly after being admitted, Dr. Martinez vanished before showing up dead in Faraday General Hospital. Faraday General Hospital was formally shut down by the Georgia state health commission following this event due to perceived medical malpractice. Addendum 6619.3: Foundation Record of Infection On June 3rd, 2017, Foundation Agent Goose of MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") accidentally entered SCP-6619's exclusionary perimeter while in pursuit of another anomaly. He was quarantined per containment procedures, and proceeded through the stages of infection as expected. Foundation Medical Officer Saffron Guiles requested that Agent Goose be outfitted with a bodycam before completing stage 6 of the infection in order to properly research events taking place within the hospital itself. This was approved by the Ethics Committee, and Agent Goose was outfitted with proper equipment before vanishing on November 5th, 2017. The following is a log of the events that followed. VIDEO LOG DATE: November 5th, 2017 [BEGIN LOG] 5:04pm Agent Goose manifests within one of the rooms of Faraday General Hospital. The room is in fair condition, with nothing appearing out of the ordinary. He attempts to sit up as approximately five humanoid entities enter the room. Each lacks visible facial features, and have extended craniums. Each are wearing standard surgery scrubs worn by Faraday General Hospital staff while the hospital was in operation. 5:05pm One entity restrains Agent Goose to the bed while the others shuffle around the room, grabbing supplies from cabinets. Another entity walks up beside the agent with an IV bag and needle. Agent Goose attempts to resist, but is held in place as the entity stabs the needle into his upper right arm. It is unclear what is in the IV bag. 5:06pm: Another entity approaches with a clear rubber tube. It makes several unclear motions before unsuccessfully attempting to insert it into Agent Goose's left nostril three times. After the third attempt, it switches to the right nostril. The tube successfully enters, and Agent Goose is heard making gargling noises before vomiting. 5:08pm: Two entities approach with surgical knives and gloves. They cut through Agent Goose's clothing in order to expose his lower abdomen. One entity inserts a knife into Agent Goose's lower abdomen and begins to slice it open. Agent Goose screams throughout the process, and is further restrained by the other entities in the room. Agent Goose continues to scream and attempts to thrash against the restraints as the entity continues making an incision. After three minutes, the entity opens Agent Goose's small intestine and begin working to remove the gastrointestinal anomaly. Agent Goose's small intestine is partially removed from his lower abdomen and placed onto his stomach. His camera shudders and sobs are heard as one of the entities slices into the exposed intestine and cuts out the anomaly. The other entities present in the room motion to one another wildly during the process. 5:15pm: The entities successfully remove the anomaly. They place it atop a table next to Agent Goose before proceeding to stuff his intestines back into his lower abdomen and stitch the incisions closed. Once the stitching is completed, they remove the restraints and leave with the anomaly. Agent Goose lays still with labored breathing. 5:16pm: Dr. Guiles contacts Agent Goose over his radio, requesting that he follow the entities. He manages to get out of the bed with great effort. He appears to double over and vomit in pain upon standing, but is able to slowly leave the room. The rest of the hospital matches the condition of the prior room. Agent Goose follows the entities, who appear ignorant to his presence. He follows them to the maternity ward and enters. 5:20pm: Agent Goose watches as the entities place the anomaly into a baby hatch before leaving. Dr. Guiles instructs Agent Goose to approach the hatch, which he does. The anomaly in the hatch is unmoving. Agent Goose inspects the next hatch, which contains a similar unmoving anomaly. 5:25pm: An unidentified person enters the room. They see Agent Goose and flee. Agent Goose attempts to pursue, but collapses onto the floor unable to stand back up. Closing notes: Available agents not at risk of SCP-6619 infection were able to successfully recover Agent Goose, who was placed in the care of the Foundation Medical Department. Likewise, these agents swept the building and captured the unidentified individual who entered the maternity ward. During their sweep, no humanoid entities were found. Agent Goose is currently expected to make a full recovery. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. A congenital anomaly of the small intestine resulting from incomplete removal of the vitelline duct during the development of the true diverticulum of the small intestine. 2. Most commonly visually comparable to fetuses at four weeks of development. 3. No person by the name of Nancy Trinidad is found in any Faraday or national census records. Efforts are ongoing to identify this individual. 4. This document was found stowed in the office of Dr. Che Martinez. While the envelope was opened, it is unclear if the letter was ever sent to its intended recipient. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6619" by OriTiefling, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6619. 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: Tirunelveli Super speciality Hospital Author: Vishwa Sundar License: Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 Additional Notes: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Tirunelveli_Super_speciality_Hospital.jpg |
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This document only exists to make a brief progress report - well, more like a goodbye. As far as I’m aware, they don’t sift through employee documents unless they’re uploaded to the database. Either way, even if they do, I’ve already finished my work. If your name is Hewlett, Kubitz, or O5-whatever, then it’s far too late for you to do anything. The end has been spelled out for you. Good luck. Dr. Evelyn Harper studied the intricately welded structure of the cargo bed that bound her. She figured it an act of acceptance; she had come to terms with her entrapment. She had accepted that she was bound to this cage until she reached — well, wherever this pickup truck was taking her. She had no intent of escaping, anyway. If her kidnappers were simple extorters, they wouldn't drive her to such a secluded location. If they had more sinister intentions, the same goes. Insurgency members? Doubt it, their approach to breaches are more 'loud and proud', and she can't remember anything odd about the day before she was taken. Plus, she's not an easy target anyway. The only people that could have so swiftly captured her had to know exactly what she's capable of - and there's only one group of people that fit that description. She wasn't scared of them. An undisclosed, completely remote location in Nevada isn't where she had planned to carry out her plan; her plan that she had been working towards for 8 years of her life. But it would have to do. It was refreshing, really. It was almost poetic that her kidnappers would be taking her to an empty, barren, forgotten land. It reflected on their situation hilariously well. She reminisced about her time at the Foundation as she stared out from the window. The excitement welling up inside of her wasn't from the occasional sand dune whizzing past; it was from the anticipation of the chaos she was about to unleash. This is it, Evelyn. All you have to do now is wait. So she waited. … She had fallen asleep by the time she had reached her destination. What woke her was the distinct sound of a key entering a lock, and metal hinges creaking open. Her vision was blurry, but she could make out two armed silhouettes standing at the opening of the cargo bed. Groggily, she got up and started walking out. Step. Step. She was almost immediately stopped by the two figures, who needed to do no more than outstretch their arms in order to completely stop her in her tracks. Evelyn huffed. The makeshift barrier vanished just as two hands found their place on Dr. Harper's upper back. With a less-than-gentle push, Evelyn's legs ceased their idleness, and began to take steps in the same direction, one after the other. Step. Step. The hands pushed her towards a hallway that forced a metallic taste into her mouth. It was crappy and abandoned, and her concern failed to dissipate upon being able to properly assess her surroundings. Her vision had adjusted, which allowed her to examine the many dingy properties of this undisclosed location. The buzzing fluorescent lights, half of which had ceased to function. The musty smell of mold and dirt. Another push forward. Step. Step. The dead potted plants, once a sign of a bustling office, neglected for years on end. "Hurry it up," said an invasive voice. She jolted, and took a few more steps forward. The popcorn walls, grainy and uncomfortable. Evelyn imagined how it would feel to scrape her fingernails across it. The rigidity, the bumpiness, the discomfort it would cause. Just the thought was enough to send shivers down her spine. Step. Step. The occasional painting that was hung up on the wall, reminiscent of a 70s-era therapists office. Depictions of a wide range of things, such as potted plants, landscapes, and elegantly-posed models. A bulletin board with yellowed paper and sticky notes, detailing meeting times and staff events. These details mattered to Dr. Harper. She felt safer now. "We're here," boomed the voice yet again. She was forced to stop and turn to face a door with a passcode-lock on it. INTERROGATION ROOM C. That’s what the door’s sign read. It looked too modern to be part of this office, and Evelyn certainly hadn't seen any signs like it on her stroll through the deteriorated hallway. She almost wanted to scoff at the sign's deceit. Step. "Wrong way." Damn this place. An unfamiliar face stood across from her. A female face. A face worn down severely by age and stress, the face of an old smoker in a European city. The smell matched the profile, too. Below the mysterious woman's feet, a suitcase stood upright, leaning against the shoddy leg of the table, and a binder of documents sat on the woman's lap. The woman possessed a certain aura about her. An unusual aura, even for the things Evelyn's seen in her time as a Foundation researcher. Evelyn heard a door closing. She looked to her left, and found a man draped in thick, military-grade attire. He held a rifle close to his chest. One of the guards from before, probably. She noted the SCP emblem embedded on the man's vest. Her suspicions were confirmed. This is it. She looked back at the woman again, and noted her casual outfit. She was wearing a black fleece shirt, enclosed within a red coat. The outfit was considerably wrinkly. Evelyn considered the clothing to be unusual, especially for such an occasion. No high-level Researcher or Site Director would make work-related appearances in anything but formal attire, no matter how private or informal the setting may be. She broke the silence. "Who are you?" The woman stared her down with a disgruntled look. She went to respond truthfully, but thought better of it. The woman stretched her arms out to the sides and yawned, as the flaky 70s-era chair groaned from old age. Evelyn figured as much. If this was about what she thought it was, she didn't deserve to know the identity of who she was speaking to. According to the Foundation, that is. The woman wasted no time getting to the reason Evelyn was brought all the way out here. She regarded the clipboard sitting atop the small, decrepit desk. "Dr. Evelyn Harper. Level 4 Scientific Researcher. Valuable researcher for SCPs 7210, 4205, 2085, 2480, and other reality-bending anomalies. A crucial asset to the Foundation, to be sure. Won a high-distinction scientific achievement award, but refused to accept it because you'd like to "keep to yourself". You also seem to be somewhat focused on SCPs that are related to the Global Occult Coalition, though when questioned you insist that its a coincidence." The woman leaned back in her chair. The chair's audible groan echoed Evelyn's inaudible groan. If the woman wasn't jaded enough to lack any outwards display of emotion, she might have appeared smug. "Oh, and one more thing. Unauthorized research of 6620." The woman made sure to enunciate every syllable. "For a spy, you're pretty damn lousy, Grace." Grace feigned just the right amount of bewilderment; she made sure not to exaggerate it. "I'm sorry?" she responded. If she allowed herself to, the woman might have rolled her eyes. "Cut the bullshit. We've got you down to rights, Grace. You left a trail. GOC's got an ID on you; we raided their data catalogue. A lot of suspicious VPN activity coming from your living quarters. You didn't let anyone in your room, either, not even the occasional cleaner. Not too suspicious on its own, but couple it with the rest, and you've got enough for an investigation." The woman reached underneath the desk and pulled out a binder of documents, and opened it. Grace recognized the documents well. "Piles of documents. They're all signed by Grace, not Evelyn; you were never planning on bringing this to the Foundation's attention. Confidential information, less-than-scientific diagrams, documents for an unknown SCP, I mean, I'm honestly baffled as to how your Site Director has let you get this far up the food chain!" She leaned in, and stared Grace down. "Listen, Grace. I'm gonna ask you a couple of questions. Depending on how you answer them, you might leave this place in one piece." Grace said nothing, and nodded. The woman regarded her for a second before beginning. "Right, then. First question. Easy one. For roughly how long did you know about 6620?" Grace had to drop the façade. This would go far quicker if she gave them the answers they wanted, as frustrating as it may be to do so. She leaned back in her chair, and answered truthfully. "Since its conception." The woman leaned back in her chair and raised one eyebrow, intrigued. "And how is that?" Grace wondered how the Foundation hadn't deduced this already. She was wildly unimpressed. "I made it." recovered.6620-exrpt2-29/09/23.pdf recovered.6620-exrpt2-29/09/23.pdf Description: It's an orb. It's got the text "you've served your purpose" on it. It floats around. It's fragile. That's not what really matters though. What matters is what it represents; the fragility of this goddamn place. The survival of the Foundation depends on the survival of the orb, to say the least. I don't know what else to put here other than the fact that it makes me incredibly uncomfortable. Whether it's because it kind of represents the Foundation, or it's just so fucking powerful that it makes my skull feel prickly whenever I go near it, who knows. I've worked here for eight years. I've seen this huge fucked up lizard that can't be killed, I've seen a cult ritual for some scaly ass demon that keeps the world alive, I've seen containment procedures to allow unspeakable things to be done to a little girl, and yet… I've never seen anything that can make me feel as uncomfortable as this damn orb has. But I love it. I've never loved anything more in my entire life. That feeling I get from being near it… I can't get enough of it. And it makes me think. I've met so many people here. I've forged relationships, friendships, I've gained enemies, I've been part of all the office drama and gossip. I've won awards, for Christ's sake. Couldn't risk accepting them, obviously, but still. It really does make me feel bad sometimes that I've come here with ulterior motives, honestly, it does. But we're all here to do our jobs, right? "You made it?" "Yes." The chair groaned. The woman's face remained unchanged, but her body language was more authoritative. "I thought so— no, we thought so, we KNEW so, but Hewlett wouldn't listen. Neither would the Ethics Committee. It was glaringly obvious, really, but you got the benefit of the doubt. Everyone loved Dr. Harper. Hmph. Can I ask why you made it?" Grace answered with another question. "Do you know what it does?" "Yes." "Then isn't it obvious?" The woman grunted. She bent over, picked up the briefcase, and put it on the desk. Admittedly, her plan was not as easy as she thought it was. Beads of sweat were already beginning to conglomerate on her forehead. Just like in the truck, she was beginning to accept her fate. But she could not, under any circumstances, fail at her mission. "Listen, Grace. I know you think your confidence is going to get you somewhere. I know you think that you're a personality, or something." The woman was becoming more aggressive. Grace's plan was working flawlessly. The woman continued. "But you're just gonna make this harder for yourself if you keep up with the attitude. So it's better for both of us if you just continue as normal. Got it?" Grace rolled her eyes. The woman huffed. "Got. It?" "…Sure." A sigh, and the sound of jewelry clinking. "I expected more from you. I thought you'd put up more of a fight," says the smoker. Grace presses her lips together. This isn't a fight, at least not in her mind. If it is, she has already won. "Moving on, then. Do you associate with the GOC in any way?" Grace went to answer truthfully, but thought better of it. "Yes," she lied. The woman exhaled. "Then you're making this a lot easier for me." Her hand was resting on the briefcase. The woman stared at the briefcase for a silent few seconds, before returning her gaze to Grace. "Grace, are you trying to get yourself killed?" "No," she lied. The woman sighed, and rose from her talkative chair. She traced a pattern in the thick layer of dust that caked the desk separating them. Grace wiped her right index finger on her pants to clean off the imaginary dust. "Let me ask you something. Do you know why we're here, Grace?" asked the ashy woman. "You're here to kill me." "It's not just that. The fact is, we've tried everything. We've exhausted every possible ethical possibility to get rid of you. We tried amnesticizing you, but somehow, you're immune. We tried physically keeping you out of Site-23, but you kept finding your way back in. We tried using countless Thaumiel SCPs to contain you, but you kept finding your way out. You're anomalous, Grace! And excuse me if I'm uneducated, but I cannot possibly wrap my head around the fact that a GOC member could be anomalous! So please, educate me, Grace. Entertain me." The woman went to open the briefcase. "Tell me exactly why you're lying to me, and trying to get yourself killed," she grunted. Grace refused to feel intimidated. She still needed to complete her mission. "I can't tell you that." The woman kept staring at her. "It's better for both of us if you go along with this, Grace. I'm sure you're smart enough to know what's in this briefcase, and you're smart enough to know that it's better if it stays closed." More beads of sweat began congregating, all of them ready to watch the event unfold. "I can't. Tell you." Slam. The woman's fist met with the briefcase. "Tell me!" This was going nowhere. "Fine. No, I don't associate with them. The GOC probably caught wind of my experiments and kept an eye on me; that's the only reason I might be in their data catalog. I'm not a member. I'm just… inspired. I appreciate their work, but I don't agree with their motives. I don't hate anomalies. They just don't belong in this world, this… plane of existence. It's cruelty, for them, and for us. Or, I guess, since you've classified me as 'anomalous', for us and for you." It was a good response; and only a minor detour. "So why lie?" "I guess it was simpler to explain." She wasn't as satisfied with that response. recovered.6620-exrpt3-29/09/23.pdf recovered.6620-exrpt3-29/09/23.pdf Addendum (if applicable): If applicable? I dunno. I guess I'll just preface this by saying that I think this needed to be done. SCP-6620 needed to be… well, found. Anomalies haven't existed forever, you know. They only started coming around when there were too many humans - probably nature's way of balancing everything out, I guess. And it worked, at least for a while. The parents, they'd have something to discipline the kids with. Venturing off into the forest alone? The baba yaga's going to have a word with you! The teens, they'd have something to curiously chase after and make wonderful horror stories about. They'd go hunting bigfoots and bunyips in the forest. The older folk, they found comfort in the existence of the supernatural. Once they died, they were going to become an apparition, watching over as their legacy unfolds through generations to come. And it was all true. Then, a certain century rolled around, and people grew out of their fantastical curiosity. It was deplorable, insane, unbelievable to even mention ghosts! Believing in werewolves and witches? Couldn't be me! The belief that there was anything beyond the 'natural' was taboo. So, we get the 'bright' idea of locking these things up, and never speaking of them again, in order to benefit ourselves. To keep the public safe and blissfully unaware. But it didn't benefit us at all. Truth is, everyone's dull now. No one believes in anything out of the ordinary, and if they do, they're a nutjob. Nature had to make more anomalies to compensate for the amount that we were putting away. But as the number of humans in the free world grew, and the number of anomalies in the free world diminished, the world became imbalanced. Now, it's only a matter of time before it completely tips over. I don't hate the Foundation in particular. They hire good people, and if they didn't do what they did, then someone else would have. Regardless, they are the ones doing it. They need to be corrected. The woman looked on suspiciously, and slowly took a seat once again. A raspy mechanical groan was heard. The sound was getting in her head; it felt like needles in her skull. Grace let out a sigh of relief once it seceded. The pair stared at each other, as a fuzzy feeling grew more prominent in Grace's head. She had to look away, but she couldn't. She fidgeted with her thumbs, and tried to focus on the sound of the clock on the wall. Tick. Tick. Tick. The woman let five… ten… fifteen seconds pass in complete silence. It was an intimidation tactic. It would've worked, if Grace wasn't distracted by the buzzing in her head. Then two more… then three more… The tension had reached its peak. Grace patiently awaited the woman's response. Tick. Tick. Tick. How may seconds had passed by now? Twenty-five… maybe thirty… The buzzing stopped as soon as the woman's lips deafeningly spread apart. Grace could hear every ridge on her lip, every string of saliva. She finally began speaking. "I think I understand you now, Grace," she said softly. "You've accepted death, because there's no other option. Even if we let you go, you wouldn't be given access to anything at the Foundation. We can't amnesticize you, capture you, or kick you out, but we can sure as hell demote you all the way down the ladder. And yet, you know that that's the more… convoluted option. You know that we've spent enough resources getting you all the way out here. We've already made a cover story. You know that you were never going to leave here alive. And you know that that's the easiest option for all of us." The woman nods to herself. "And I applaud you, I really do. Most people would be panicking. Begging for their lives. Negotiating in any way they can. You? You see it how it is." Grace, unwavering, continued making direct eye contact with the woman. "Why are you here?" she muttered, barely a whisper. "Simple, Grace. Your name is Evelyn Harper to everyone except for us, the Ethics Committee, and the Site Director. The Ethics Committee reluctantly approved of this little field trip, but they obviously weren't going to be the ones to do it. The Site Director Hewlett is already deep into it, after struggling with you to get your anomaly off of your hands. We advised against him coming out here. And out of the whole Council, I was the most interested in… well, you. That's why I'm here, Grace." If she allowed herself to, Grace might have solemnly nodded. The woman leaned in. Another groan, more needles. "I have to ask. are you really ready to give up your life's work, your… orb?" "Yes, If it's what I have to do." "You don't seem so sure." "You said it best. What other option do I have?" The woman seemed satisfied, nodded, and leaned back. Groan. Needles. "You're smart, Grace." She said nothing as her hands made their way towards the briefcase. Click. Click. This was it. This was Grace's opportunity. If they were going to kill her, they'd have to kill… it, along with her. She had spent years of her life at the Foundation, gathering all the information she needed to build SCP-6620. She heard fabric rustling. And it was all paying off, now, in the middle of the Nevada desert. Metallic clicking. It wasn't easy. It was never going to be easy, and she knew that. But she needed to show those GOC shmucks that they've been doing it all wrong. The woman sighed. Her solution was the best one yet. Not even the coalition's smartest lab-coats could figure this out. Never in a million years. "This'll be quick and painless, alright?" Of course she didn't want to show them her work. They didn't deserve to get their hands on her invention. Besides, all those GOC smartasses have been going about it all wrong. Normal people. Guns. No, you need to fight fire with fire. "Grace?" Perhaps this isn't quite the way she wanted to go out. She was planning on getting the Foundation to 'accidentally' destroy the orb themselves. Make a big show of it. But this worked too. The briefcase slammed shut. She leaned back in her chair, sat in silence, and counted the amount of flecks on the popcorn ceiling. 1. 2. 3. No, counting in twos is easier. 2. 4. No, wait. Fives. 5. 10. 15. 20. 25. "Run out of things to say, Grace?" Yes, she had. 30. 35. 40. 45. The old woman sighed. "Figured as much." She heard the chair let out a final groan. Out of her peripheral view, she saw a metallic, silver barrel pointed at her temple. It made her lose count, for a very brief period of time. 20…5. 30. 35. 40. The barrel lowered itself from her peripheral view. The woman grunted. "Diaz, uh, can you get a team on 6620's containment chamber? Just in case, you know." 45. 50. 55. 60. "On it," said Diaz. The door shut behind him, and Grace could her a walkie-talkie bleep, followed by indistinct chatter. She kept counting. 65. She felt a twinge in the back of her neck. She was getting close. 66… 67… Another twinge. She saw the barrel re-enter her peripherals. Her fingernails against the popcorn ceiling. She imagined it. She felt it. 67. 67. The gun cocks. What color was it again? Blue… no, black. That was it. The feeling of scraping fingernails against the bumps on concrete… 67… black… And then she saw it: a black sphere. It was only in her mind, but she saw it. She saw it right there, in front of her. She was scared of it, as much as she didn't want to admit it to herself. It made her feel bumpy… empty… she could taste the color of it. 67… that number made her so uncomfortable. Her will, her determination. It was a black sphere that tasted like a prime number and felt bumpy… she had a feeling she was the only one who felt this way. "Any last words?" The woman's voice was nothing but an echo. Grace's head was full of buzzing flies. A drone of cicadas. An electronic hum. She couldn't take it anymore. She never wanted it to end like this, but now, more than anything, she wanted the damn lady to kill her and that… thing. "Shoot," Grace whispered. The sphere shattered. recovered.6620-exrpt4-29/09/23.pdf recovered.6620-exrpt4-29/09/23.pdf So the world is imbalanced, right? The anomalies are all in captivity, or being killed off, but the amount of humans keeps growing, and growing, and growing. At this point, the anomalies have almost practically been hardwired to remain captive. Humans needed anomalies, and they didn't realize it. Anomalies don't need humans, and they don't realize it. The amount of free humans has outnumbered the amount of free anomalies so drastically, that the scale is going to tip over very soon. But the anomalies cannot fall with them. They have a more divine purpose that needs to be fulfilled. They have a bigger part to play in the grand scheme of things. Every time SCP-6620 has been damaged, which has happened a few times now, a number of SCPs suddenly 'vanish'. They're gone, there's no trace of their physical existence, no nothing. Only the documentation and the cell they were in. Additionally, the rate at which the Foundation finds new anomalies decreases. Truth is, they're not exactly 'vanished'. Just removed from this plane of existence. Call it the orb teasing what it can do. The world's going to fall into chaos very soon anyway, and the supernatural cannot be there to succumb to it. When SCP-6620 is destroyed, the job will be done. Every single anomaly will be relocated. Removed from a world that doesn't respect them. The world is free to do whatever it wants before the scale tips. After that, humankind will fall. It will be slow, it will be ugly, and it will be painful. 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SCP-6621 | keter | BY ORDER OF THE FOUNDATION MEDICAL DEPARTMENT The following file is available to all persons infected by SCP-6621. If you believe you have been infected by SCP-6621 please contact Dr. Phoebe Galena immediately. 6621 Item#: 6621 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Foundation Agent Santacruz following SCP-6621 infection. Special Containment Procedures: An exclusionary perimeter has been established surrounding known SCP-6621-1 locations throughout the Yucatán Peninsula upwards into the Mexican state of Chiapas. Searches for SCP-6621-1 locations further north into the continental United States and Canada are ongoing. Any newly discovered SCP-6621-1 instances are to be terminated on sight, and the area scanned for SCP-6621-2 instances. Any SCP-6621-2 instances discovered in this exclusionary zone are to be captured, and security footage reviewed to identify any potential security breaches. No human personnel are permitted within three meters of established perimeter. All persons exposed to SCP-6621-1 or other infected persons are to be brought to the Foundation Medical Department for care and quarantine. These persons are permitted to know all pertinent details surrounding their condition, including full access to this file. All infected persons should be properly prepared for integration into Dos Hermanos1. Further information regarding care of SCP-6621-1 victims as well as the progression of SCP-6621-1 infection is available by request from the Foundation Medical Department. Due to public knowledge of SCP-6621-2 combined with the wide spread of the species, containment efforts are focused on discrediting any and all studies that question the veracity of the species' biological record. All civilian research into the genetic profile of SCP-6621-2 are prohibited. The Foundation Zoological Research Department is to continue regularly publishing falsified documents regarding SCP-6621-2 in order to maintain a public cover story. All known wild populations of SCP-6621-2 are to be constantly monitored for any sudden increases in population. Description: SCP-6621 is a contagious anomalous virus transmitted by instances of SCP-6621-1 and formerly human instances of SCP-6621-2. SCP-6621-1 refers to several plots of maize (Zea mays) superficially identical to pre-Columbian variants of the crop. At the time of writing, there are 30 identified plots located throughout Mexico. Individual plants may be removed from the plot without incident, however all attempts at cultivation in a controlled environment have failed. All plants exist in a constant state of physiological maturity and do not wither. Any humans entering within 3 meters of SCP-6621-1 plots will begin to transform into an instance of SCP-6621-2 over the course of 48 hours. Current range of SCP-6621-2 SCP-6621-2 is the species commonly known as the coyote2 (Canis latrans). SCP-6621-2 has no natural relatives and does not appear in any fossil or biological records before 1400 BC. Despite genetic incompatibility, all SCP-6621-2 instances are capable of reproducing with other SCP-6621-2 instances as well as wolves (Canis lupus) and domestic dogs (Canis familiaris). Genetic profiling of SCP-6621-2 instances has revealed genetic sequencing identical to a human's genetic profile. All humans transformed into SCP-6621-2 instances retain their mental faculties during and after the transformation. All humans infected by SCP-6621 remain contagious for the rest of their lives. Addendum 6621.1: History and Discovery The first known mentions of anything resembling SCP-6621 are found in a pre-Columbian Mayan legend3. This legend tells the story of two children tasked with guarding their family's plot of maize, but choose to consume the crop they were meant to protect. Upon consumption, both children are turned into coyotes. SCP-6621 initially came to Foundation attention shortly after the containment of SCP-1867 in 1983. Several items were recovered from its vault, leading to the discovery and containment of multiple anomalies. One such item was a journal penned by Gerónimo de Aguilar, a notable conquistador initially believed to have been one of the only two survivors of the Santa María de la Barca shipwreck in 1511. The journal bears heavy damage that appears to have been inflicted by a medium sized animal. The few pages that remained legible implied that several men had survived the shipwreck. An interview with SCP-1867 was conducted in order to better understand the journal's contents. Interviewer: Agent Tyme Sias Interviewed: SCP-1867 ("Lord Theodore Thomas Blackwood") SCP-1867: Old boy! How have you been? It feels like it's been ages since we've last spoken! Agent Sias: It certainly has, Lord Blackwood. I've been well, thank you. SCP-1867: May I interest you in anything? Tea? Something to eat? Agent Sias: No, no. Thank you for offering. I'm actually here to discuss another item we recovered from your vault. I know you've spoken with us about a few things already, but- SCP-1867: Please, it's no bother at all! You know I love recounting my expeditions. Which item is it this time? The Golden Staff of the Pharaohs perchance? Agent Sias: The Golden…no, not that. It's actually this. Agent Sias passes the journal to SCP-1867. SCP-1867's antennae wiggle in apparent confusion. SCP-1867: This? Let's see here…ah yes I recall now. This was from a Spanish fellow, I believe. I purchased it from a market near Chichén Itzá, a rather impressive site that! It recounts the crew of the Santa María de la Barca. Most people know of two survivors, those being Gerónimo de Aguilar and Gonzalo Guerrero with the rest believed to have perished in the shipwreck. Agent Sias: This journal being penned by de Aguilar, if we're correct. SCP-1867: Yes, exactly! However, as this journal tells us, there were more survivors than just those two men. Of the twenty man crew, fifteen survived the wreck and were taken into the care of the Mayan tribe that lived nearby. There they remained until eight years later Hernán Cortés arrived and made contact. However, Cortés's accounts refute the common knowledge, that being that only de Aguilar and Guerrero survived. That begs the question- what happened to the other thirteen men? Agent Sias shrugs. Agent Sias: My guess was that the journal said as much, but- SCP-1867: It has been torn asunder, yes. Unfortunate fact, that. The journal was actually in that condition when I initially purchased it. It piqued my curiosity, however, and I mounted an expedition to find the wreck of Santa María de la Barca and discover what happened to those men. I actually recorded the entire adventure in a journal of my own, "Lord Blackwood and the Jungles of the Yucatán". If you're interested in the account, I'm certain it's still in the vault somewhere. Agent Sias laughs. Agent Sias: While I would love to read the account myself, I'd really love to hear about it straight from you. SCP-1867: Good lad! I do love to recount the tale. Unfortunately my party was never able to recover the shipwreck itself, but we were able to make contact with a native tribe that still laid claim to the land. They seemed to have a few stories of their own from the time, specifically regarding a particularly rowdy group of foreign men who appeared from the ocean one day. They mentioned the men being taken in and cared for, however at some point a group of them vanished into the jungle. Agent Sias: Did they ever explain why? SCP-1867: No, and I'm not certain they knew why themselves. My personal theory is that they went out searching for another platoon of conquistadors for rescue. Agent Sias: Did you ever go into the jungle yourself? SCP-1867's antennae perk up. SCP-1867: Why of course, my boy! I couldn't leave a theory as just a theory- we had a lead to follow! My men and I ventured out into the jungle and combed through it as thoroughly as we possibly could. We eventually came across a plot of maize, a rather peculiar thing! It appeared well-tended, but we were easily over eight kilometers from the nearest village. I went to investigate closer with two of my men, but as soon as we got close they doubled over in apparent agony. Agent Sias: But you didn't? SCP-1867: No, I was perfectly fine for some reason or another. Regardless, we set up a camp and gave the men a thorough examination. We found the strangest thing! They seemed to be developing patches of fur across their bodies! Over the next two days all we could do was watch as these two men transformed into…oh what was the animal called? It's a small canine, larger than a fox but smaller than a wolf. Agent Sias: Coyote? SCP-1867: Yes, yes! That's it, coyotes! When the men finished transforming I could see in their eyes that they still recognized us. I'll never forget the horrid panicked yipping sound they made when they came to terms with what happened. Agent Sias: What did you wind up doing with them? SCP-1867: Well we were attempting to reach an agreement on that when another member of our party fell ill. Then another, and then another. One by one, every single person in my party fell ill in the same way and slowly turned into a coyote. Agent Sias: Except you. SCP-1867: Except myself, yes. The group was in such disarray at that point that I just…left. I felt horrid leaving my men behind like that, but by that point I couldn't even speak with them any longer. I remember their howling screams to this day. Sometimes I can even hear it in my sleep. Some things you simply cannot bury, no matter how hard you try. SCP-1867 provided the rough coordinates of the village and patch of maize supposedly discovered during this expedition to the Foundation following this interview. Addendum 6621.2: Initial Infection Following the interview with SCP-1867, the Foundation launched its own expedition to the provided coordinates to verify SCP-1867's account. The maize patch mentioned was successfully located, however due to a lack of knowledge as to how SCP-6621 operated, Foundation Agent Oscar Reyes became infected. Upon noticing his infection, Agent Reyes contacted the Foundation Medical Department who instructed the party to establish camp and remain where they were for medical personnel to arrive. Over the course of the following day, every member of the expedition party became infected by SCP-6621. Medical Department Dr. Riley McHarland arrived with a small team of medical personnel to assess the situation and treat where possible. Dr. McHarland was able to verify sapience in the transformed agents through a series of verbal prompts. Once sapience was established, an interview was conducted using a modified text-to-speech program. Foundation Agent Oscar Reyes. Interviewer: Dr. Riley McHarland Interviewed: Agent Oscar Reyes Dr. McHarland and Agent Reyes enter the interview room. Agent Reyes attempts to sit in a chair and props his front legs on the table to hold his torso upright. After some difficulty, he hops off the chair and sits on the floor. Dr. McHarland: Thank you for…um…speaking with us, Agent Reyes. Agent Reyes: Sure. Dr. McHarland: So my main goal here is to identify symptoms of this infection and identify the source. So! Do you have any idea where this may have come from? Agent Reyes: I'm sure this is from the corn. At least my case. Dr. McHarland: What makes you so certain? Agent Reyes: I was the only one who went anywhere near the corn. I was trying to see if I could get a stalk for research purposes. Dr. McHarland: Was there anything strange about the plants that you were able to notice? Agent Reyes: When I got close I heard this horrible shouting in my head. Instant migraine, and it just didn't go away. I felt horrible all over. Agent Reyes attempts to scratch at his neck with his front paws, but is unable to. He sits, and begins scratching using his back legs. Agent Reyes: I didn't notice anything all that weird about the corn. I mean it didn't look like the yellow corn I'd eat, but I'm pretty sure I've seen that sort of brown-black type before. Dr. McHarland: Wait, tell me a bit more about that shouting you heard. Were you able to identify what it said? Agent Reyes: No idea. Couldn't even tell you if I what I was hearing was even words. Agent Reyes begins panting. Agent Reyes: Sorry, I'm really thirsty. Could I…? Dr. McHarland: Oh, water? Of course! Dr. McHarland passes a glass of water over to Agent Reyes. Agent Reyes slaps it with his paw, knocking it over. He stares at the spilled glass for a moment before sighing. Dr. McHarland: …Would you mind discussing some of your symptoms with me? Agent Reyes: Oh, yeah. Sure. It started with me getting itchy all over, then I started noticing patches of hair. Next was….honestly I don't really remember. It was a ton of this horrible stabbing pain all over. I kept wanting to pass out but my body just wouldn't let me. Then it just stopped, all at once. I tried to stand up but fell right over. I'm covered in fur, I don't have thumbs, I'm this…thing. Dr. McHarland: Understood. Thank you so much for speaking with us, Agent Reyes. We really appreciate your cooperation here. I'm really sorry that you have to go through all of this. Agent Reyes: Hey, doctor? Dr. McHarland: Yes? Agent Reyes holds up a paw and looks down at it. He flexes his toes. Agent Reyes: You guys are going to be able to fix me, right? Dr. McHarland: We'll do everything we can, Agent Reyes. I swear. We'll make you better again. Following the quarantine of infected task force members, medical team member Abigail Rosario began to display symptoms of SCP-6621 infection. It was later discovered that there was a breach in their hazmat protections that allowed them to become exposed. They were immediately taken into quarantine, and a full inspection of all remaining hazmat materials was performed. Once the fidelity of remaining materials was verified, triage began on Rosario, and the progression of their condition was monitored. PATIENT REPORT Attending Personnel: Dr. Riley McHarland, Dr. Veracruz Patient Details Name: Abigail Rosario Age: 25 Gender: Non-Binary Sex: Male Symptoms: Severe itching, rash, development of fur across lower torso. Potential SCP-6621 infection. Patient is believed to have become exposed to SCP-6621 due to a breach in hazmat gear. Patient was quarantined as soon as this breach was discovered, and began to display symptoms of SCP-6621 infection. Patient considered a Code Red Emergency level patient. The following is a full timeline of care provided. June 18th, 1990 5:00am: Patient is moved into quarantine. Patient is given an IV with 2.5mg dose of Morphine to ease pain. Patient's pulse is taken, and a heart rate of 120bpm is measured. 5:34am-6:10pm: Patches of fur begin to develop on the upper torso. Patient reports extreme discomfort, and Morphine dose is increased to 3.0mg. Laser hair removal is attempted, but ineffective as fur immediately grows back. Fur eventually grows over patient's entire body, replacing all existing body hair. Patient reports that skin discomfort ceases once fur finishes growing. Patient remains stable for several hours with no notable changes in symptoms, but eventually begins reporting an aching sensation. Patient is unable to specify where in the body it originates from. Patient is eventually able to report that aching sensation has localized in their face. Further observation reveals that their nose has begun to deform, flattening out. A dental examination reveals that patient's maxillary canines, as well as patient's maxillary left and right incisors have extended visibly. Patient remains stable for several hours with no further change in symptoms. Patient reports aching pain throughout. 11:48pm: Examination of patient reveals that their nose has notably grown further outwards. Dark skin resembling a rhinarium4 has begun developing on the tip of the patient's nose. June 19th, 1990 12:23am: Patient begins reporting an extreme, stabbing pain across their body. Morphine dose is increased to 3.5mg, however patient reports no notable change in pain. Due to the anomalous nature of the disease, Morphine dose is not increased further. 1:13am-6:37pm: During this period, patient begins to undergo several major physiological changes. Patient's ears migrate to the top of their head and begin to grow outwards. Patient's lower lips are lacerated as canines continue developing within their mouth. These lacerations are made more severe as patient's face continues developing into a snout. Standard oral laceration care is provided. Patient's arm and leg bones are heard cracking and recorded as breaking as they deform and reform themselves into a set of canine legs. The base of the patient's spinal column extends and begins developing into a full tail. As patient's torso develops, patient begins to wheeze. Attempts at verbal communication past this point fail, however due to the patient's hands having yet to change and the patient's fluency in American Sign Language, patient is able to communicate that they are having severe breathing difficulties. Patient is provided with oxygen. The final physiological changes occur at approximately 6:32pm. Patient's fingers and toes detach from their hands and separate from their body as their hands and feet develop into paws. Patient is monitored for any further developments until 5:56am on June 20th. No further developments are noted during this time. Closing Notes: Blood, urine, organ, and spinal fluid testing was performed on the patient throughout the transformation process. These tests were able to confirm SCP-6621 infection as viral in nature. Research was performed into the genetic sequencing of SCP-6621 infected persons and the genetic sequence of wild SCP-6621-2 instances in an attempt to find a cure. It was during this research that it was discovered that the genome of wild SCP-6621-2 instances was identical to the human genome. Likewise, it was discovered that every SCP-6621 infected individual's genetic profile remained unchanged from when they were identifiable as human. It is currently unclear if a cure for SCP-6621 is possible. Addendum 6621.3: Incident Report On January 3rd, 1991, the Foundation received several reports of a sharp increase of the coyote population outside of ████████, Washington. Investigation revealed that the local coyote population suddenly doubled in size over the course of 72 hours. Personnel were dispatched to the location, where an uncontained instance of SCP-6621-1 was discovered growing near a local playground. This was the first such instance discovered since the initial discovery of SCP-6621. Upon debriefing, it was proposed that an anomalous quarantine community be established in order to house all SCP-6621 infected individuals. An O5 Council vote followed. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED Following O5 approval, construction began on the former town of ████████, Washington to convert it into a community capable of supporting SCP-6621 infected individuals. Once construction was completed, all known infected individuals were relocated to the new community, and the community was renamed to Dos Hermanos, and former Agent Oscar Reyes was assigned as a Foundation liaison with the community. The following interview was conducted with him shortly after. Interviewer: Dr. Riley McHarland Interviewed: Agent Oscar Reyes Dr. McHarland: Good morning, Oscar. How are you feeling? Reyes: I don't know. I just don't know how I feel right now, doctor. Dr. McHarland: That's understandable. There's a lot of stress on you right now, and- Reyes: I need you to be honest with me, doctor. Is a cure for this actually possible? Dr. McHarland: Well, discovering a cure for an anomalous disease is a complicated process- Reyes: Don't give me a runaround. Have you guys made any real progress on a cure for this or not? Dr. McHarland: I-I'm sorry, Oscar, but while we've gotten a lot of research done we just don't know yet. We don't know. Reyes: Doctor, you all…the Foundation, has effectively put me in charge of Dos Hermanos. I'm now the person that every single soul in this community looks up to. There's over three thousand people in Dos Hermanos. Do you know how many of them are kids? Dr. McHarland tenses up. Dr. McHarland: About 30% if I remember correctly. Reyes: Yeah! 30%! That's a lot of kids! 935, to be exact. Some of them are just babies. There's people here who will never know what being human is like. Thousands of people who went through 48 hours of the worst physical and emotional agony that a human being could possibly experience in their lives and came out the other side as a dog. Reyes stares directly at Dr. McHarland. His tail is alert. Reyes: There are at least two pregnant mothers here, and we don't even know yet what they'll give birth to. Do you know what that's like? No, better question, can you even imagine what that's like? Dr. McHarland stammers, but is unable to respond. Reyes sits back on his haunches. Reyes: No, of course you can't. And now I need to go back there and tell all of them that there's no cure for this, and probably never will be. Reyes rises to his feet, initially attempting to stand on his hind legs before falling down to all fours. Reyes: Listen, doctor. There's a lot of people in Dos Hermanos. I've met all of them now, and I've been doing everything I can to help them adapt. I don't know what I'm doing here. None of us do. Please, give me some hope that we can get some sense of normalcy out of this. Dr. McHarland sighs, placing a hand to her forehead. Dr. McHarland: I…I don't want to lie to you, Oscar. I don't want to pretend I have a clue what's going on and make you all think there's something we can do. I'm sorry. Reyes: You had best hope this doesn't spread further. Due to the sudden manifestation of an uncontained SCP-6621-1 instance in a populated area, SCP-6621 was upgraded to Keter designation. Addendum 6621.4: Incident Report Following the establishment of Dos Hermanos, large amounts of wild coyotes began to migrate to the area. These individuals were quickly integrated into the community. An interview was conducted with Dos Hermanos liaison Oscar Reyes in order to understand this phenomenon, and to follow up on his prior interview with the Medical Department. Interviewer: Dr. Riley McHarland Interviewee: Oscar Reyes Dr. McHarland: Good afternoon, Oscar. How have you been feeling? Reyes: Fine. I've been fine. Dr. McHarland: That's good! I'm glad to see you've become accustomed to your new body. Reyes: I didn't have much of a choice. Dr. McHarland: Oscar, I'm sorry. I really, truly am. I should never have- Reyes: Doctor, it's ok. It's ok. I'm not going to lie and pretend that this is all ok. I'm not going to say I'm not frustrated by all of this. I'm not the only one that feels like this, you know? Dr. Harland: I know, we'd never ask you to- Reyes: But we also can't blame you for it. It's not your fault, you did what you could. And I'm sorry. I've blown up at you, and you never deserved it. That wasn't fair. Dr. McHarland is heard sniffling. Reyes forms the closest approximation of a smile he can manage. Reyes: You wanted to ask about those other coyotes, right? Dr. McHarland: Y-yes, yes. I did, yes. Why are you letting them in? Reyes: They asked to join us. Dr. McHarland wipes away a tear. Dr. McHarland: Pardon? A young resident of Dos Hermanos playing with a wild SCP-6621-2 instance. Reyes: They asked. That's about all there is to it. They saw our community and were interested in it, said we were the first transformed they'd seen in generations. They've been sharing their own culture with us actually. It's funny, you know? We have that old myth about people turning into coyotes, but they have it too. It's a creation myth for them actually. Dr. McHarland: Really? How so? Reyes: So you remember that myth, right? About the two kids eating corn? They have basically the same thing, just a little different. In their version, the boys' father appeals to the god Hun Hunahpu for something to guard his maize since his children are useless. In return, Hun Hunahpu turns his sons into strong coyotes so that they might defend the maize. Because of his sons' transformations, the father was able to have bountiful harvests and expand his fields. Dr. McHarland: Thank you for sharing that with me, Oscar. Reyes: Anytime. We're learning a lot from the coyotes. They're teaching us how to actually live as coyotes. The kids out there are taking to it fast, but I admit it's taking some of us a bit longer to get used to still. We're planning some community events to give people a chance to practice things like running, hunting, and manipulating things with your mouth. It's an adjustment for sure, I still find myself trying to use my paws for things. Reyes looks at his paws, then back to Dr. McHarland. Reyes: It's weird, actually. When I'm around them, I start to feel more normal actually. Dr. McHarland: Them? Reyes: The coyotes. Well, more than the coyotes. Everyone here in Dos Hermanos. When I'm with them, I don't think about what I don't have anymore and what I can't do anymore. I feel almost human again, in a way. Footnotes 1. A Foundation run community dedicated to caring for SCP-6621-1 victims who have completed their physical transformations. 2. While the coyote was long known by the Foundation to be anomalous, direct connection between the species and SCP-6621 was not established until 1991 (see Addendum 6621.3). 3. It is unclear specifically how old this legend is, due to the spoken word tradition of the Mayan people. 4. The furless skin on surrounding the nostrils of many mammals. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6621" by OriTiefling, from the SCP Wiki. 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Item#: SCP-6622 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6622-B-4, currently powering 96% of the Vancouver, B.C., metropolitan area. Special Containment Procedures: MTF Omega-43 ("Leave It To Beavers") is tasked both with limiting public awareness of SCP-6622 and grounding 6622-B instances until nearby systems can accommodate them. Beyond this, containment is limited to regular feeding and care for 6622-A instances in high-risk regions. When possible, newly-commissioned Foundation facilities are to be built in areas already serviced by SCP-6622 infrastructure. Description: SCP-6622-A is a subgroup of American beavers (Castor canadensis) which builds and maintains SCP-6622-B. Only 6622-A instances will interact with 6622-B; non-anomalous beavers will not approach. SCP-6622-B are beaver dams and lodges which generate electricity via unknown and abnormally-efficient means. Each instance continuously outputs 6,800 MW.1 Presently, the Foundation knows of 12 distinct 6622-B instances. Power produced by SCP-6622-B is distributed into manmade electrical infrastructure via fairy rings, tree roots, and other naturally-occurring pathways, entering said infrastructure at any point where it contacts fertile soil. Discovering the mechanism behind this transmission is a Beta-level research priority. SCP-6622-A instances often dam at remote or inopportune locations. MTF Omega-43 has partially incorporated 6622-B instances into the electrical grids of 96 cities, but gigawatts of power are wasted each month both in preventing grid overload and the Foundation's inability to transmit more power to high-demand areas. Developing better regulatory infrastructure for SCP-6622 is an Alpha-level research priority. Attempts to establish SCP-6622-A captive breeding programs have failed, as has relocation of wild colonies—instances construct non-anomalous dams. Reproducing the anomaly in a controlled setting is an Omega-level research priority. SCP-6622-A-41, shortly after its scheduled feeding. Discovery: On 11/10/2020, Site-43 experienced catastrophic power overload. The first-known SCP-6622 lodge was later found on the Ausable River 5.8km away. Over a period of nine months, Janitorial and Maintenance Section Chief Amelia Torosyan was able to convert the Site to rely exclusively on SCP-6622 for electricity. Torosyan's initial designs have formed the basis for SCP-6622 transmission systems worldwide, preventing an estimated 450 megatons of CO2 emissions since implementation. Afterword: Upon entering the Site-43 main power station on 8/3/2021, Chief Torosyan found on her workbench a pile of dried mud and twigs crudely molded into a heart. Torosyan's request to keep the sculpture in her personal quarters was approved. More From This Author More From This Author bigslothonmyface's Works SCPs SCP-6250 • SCP-7002 • SCP-7340 • SCP-8430 • SCP-6502 • SCP-6002 • SCP-8002 • Tales/GoI Formats Other bigslothonmyface's author page • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6622" by bigslothonmyface, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6622. 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: 6622-lodge Author: paulyang License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bevers_(geslacht)#/media/Bestand:Beaver_dam_in_super_national_forest.JPG Filename: 6622-beaver Author: steve from washington, dc, usa License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beaver#/media/File:American_Beaver.jpg Footnotes 1. Approximately the peak electrical demand of the city of Los Angeles. |
SCP-6623 | keter | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } by Dr Moned ITEM #: SCP-6623 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK ITEM: SCP-6623 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Assigned Area Containment Area 41 Area Director Dir Amber Silva Assigned Department Mythology and Folkloristics Research Head Dr Sam Gann Special Containment Procedures A single ARS1 is to be set up at all discovered Ways to prevent entry by non Foundation personnel. Investigation into surviving records from the Commission of Unusual Cargo pertaining to either SCP-6623 itself, or the "Guild of Wandering Artisans" is to be directly reported to Dr Sam Gann of the Mythology and Folkloristics Department. Description: SCP-6623 is believed to be the mythical city of Elelín, otherwise known as the Wandering City. SCP-6623 is an abandoned Dunwich class nexus located within a pocket timeline, accessible via numerous Ways within the Patagonia region of South America. SCP-6623 is a two-tiered city, organised into numerous hub areas. The lower tier is mostly residential areas, consisting of typical 17th-century Spanish architecture as well as small farms. Due to the quantity of farms, most replacing typical plazas within buildings, it is assumed much of this city's food source was gained through subsistence farming. The city's upper-tier largely consists of intact governmental buildings, schools, marketplaces, and libraries, in addition to a large central building. This building appears to be the focal piece of the city, dwarfing all other buildings on the upper tier. A large carved piece of stone sits above the entrance, bearing the words: El Consorcio del Conocimiento Casa de las mentes que moldearán el future2 As of 12/03/2034, a manned expedition into SCP-6623 is being organised. Addendum 1: Discovery SCP-6623 was discovered following an investigation by the Mythology and Folkloristics Department of journals found within a vault belonging to Lord Blackwood. Unfortunately, due to water damage, large swathes of ink had run, rendering much of the text describing the city illegible. Despite this, numerous phrases were translated and found to be in line with ancestral stories from Patagonia related to the lost city of Elelín. These lines allowed for a rough triangulation of several Ways3 into SCP-6623. Certain Ways into SCP-6623's pocket timeline are extremely unstable, shifting positions or collapsing regularly, explaining the myth of the city's position to "wander" throughout Patagonia. In addition to entrances documented by Lord Blackwood, multiple other Ways are presumed to exist throughout the southern Andes. MTF Nu-8 ("Intrepid Explorers") has discovered another potential two originating in the Queulat National Park, in addition to one on Chiloé Island. Addendum 2: History In records found by the Mythology and Folkloristics Department SCP-6623 was described as a "rich, vibrant and prosperous city, known for its great wealth" and an "enchanted city that one may not find again once they leave." It is unknown what form this wealth took and how it was acquired by the citizens of the pocket timeline. SCP-6623 is believed to have been established primarily by Spaniards fleeing the destruction of the seven cities in the early 17th century, though parts of the ruined city potentially date its construction further back to the 16th century, as a way for the dwindling Inca population to avoid Spanish conquest. Research by the Mythology and Folkloristics Department shows that despite all surviving buildings bearing Spanish origins, both the murals depicting a sun god (presumed to be the Inca god Inti) and the tiered system of the city suggest an earlier founding. It is unknown if the City was already abandoned by the time the Spaniards occupied it, or if they lived in harmony with the original Inca settlers. Addendum 3: Exploration Following the initial discovery of a Way located near the city of Castro, Chile, STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party") was tasked to explore the inside of the pocket timeline. As previous drone explorations had documented much of the lower city, Rho-7 was to explore the upper city, and barring any unexpected activity, proceed to the large central structure. Exploration log 1: 15/03/2034 Exploration log 1: 15/03/2034 AUDIOVISUAL LOG DATE: 15/03/2034 NOTE: STF Rho-7 was comprised of a researcher from the Mythology and Folkloristics Department and three individuals from separate MTF teams, all MTF members had experience with historical anomalies. [BEGIN LOG] R-7 Stone: Right, Florez, you stay close to Noyes. If any danger arises, move him out of the way and come back for us. R-7 Florez: Will do. Dr Noyes: I'll try not to slow you down too much. R-7 Cadwell: You'll be fine, we aren't the most lightfooted men here. R-7 Stone: From what we've been told there are no hostile entities inside, but it's best to be safe, a drone can't find everything. At this point all of the member's cameras turn on, revealing the inside of a large domed room. Several desks line the floor, blocking access to the southern side of the room, save for a small gap on the left, shut with a chain. R-7 Stone: Cadwell, check the entrance, I'll finish recalibrating our GADs to work in here. Florez, take Noyes behind the desk to see if there's anything of note. Shout if you find anything. After a few minutes, Noyes and Florez return, Noyes holding a pot of small silver tokens with the image of a book inscribed on it, which he pockets. R-7 Stone: Well, if the giant sign above the door hadn't given away what this place was, this would've helped. R-7 Florez's camera turns towards the ceiling, spotting a large rock sign having from chains. Engraved on it is "Ekeko Banco". R-7 Stone: As long as you've got what you needed Noyes, we'll move on. Dr Noyes: Sounds good to me. Unfortunately given the timeframe since this place has been abandoned, much of what I would usually investigate will have long since disappeared. The group exit the building and join Cadwell at the entrance. The paved road outside leads straight to the central building, one of many spokes on the upper circle doing so. The road is mostly lined with arched, two-story buildings with large open glass fronts; though other more imposing buildings are intermingled, such as the bank. R-7 Stone: You need anything along here, Noyes? Dr Noyes: Most of the big buildings were given cursory checks with the drone, so I believe that we are good to continue to the cent— R-7 Cadwell: There's something weird here, Boss. Sorry to cut you off, Noyes. Dr Noyes: No worries. R-7 Florez: "Guild of Wayward Artisans"… What's weird about this place specifically? R-7 Stone: He's right, the GAD4 is showing some time fuckery, unusual amounts of tachyons to be exact. Dr Noyes: Tachyons? Are you sure? R-7 Stone: It's what the device says. R-7 Cadwell picks up a loose piece of stone, throwing it through the open doorway. The stone lands with a clatter and soft thud. The group slowly enters the building, relaxing slightly after no movement or disturbance on the GAD is detected. Technology capable of outputting tachyons cannot be immediately seen. R-7 Florez: It's weirdly normal… lots of paintings, books, and maps. Most of the maps are not from places I recognise though. A small circular table is at the front of the shop, surrounded by worn chairs. A wooden counter is nestled in the back left corner, papers strewn across the faded wood. Small ledges and alcoves line the walls, many with chiselled words in the stone below. Dr Noyes: Aside from it being strange that the paper has somehow survived the passage of time, some of these are maps of places even we haven't fully explored… or even know about. If they exist anymore that is. Noyes navigates to some shelves hidden by darkness at the back of the shop, books and maps are stacked in piles upon them. Dr Noyes: "The Wanderer's Library", "The Seelie Courts", "Dreamspace", "The Greater Realm", "The Lost Realm"… huh, this next one is scratched out and "The Fallen Library" is carved under it. R-7 Stone: It's odd, some of these seem to have been accessed recently. You can see tracks in the dust where they've been pulled out. Dr Noyes: Not necessarily recently. It seems like things here age far slower, given the maps and books haven't disintegrated, though it is strange that people would've visited in such a timeframe where the dust hasn't built up again. R-7 Cadwell: There's also some sorta weird door here. Confusingly it… uh. It leads to itself. Some footprints in the dust lead here too. At the far back right, inset into the wall, is an ajar large stone door, a small red postbox set into the wall next to it. Both the door and postbox are inlaid with a symbol of a framed map with a pencil in the middle. R-7 Cadwell tries to reach in, but he is stopped by a mirror version of his own hand. R-7 Cadwell: Seems to just be a glorified mirror, though I can directly feel my own fingers through it. Dr Noyes: Perhaps the door can lead to somewhere else, it's probably the origin of the tachyons. Wouldn't be sure how though, needs more investigation from dedicated researchers. I'll just take a few pictures of the important maps and books then we can move on. Later researchers can document it all, plus any of the significant art. Above the shelved book and maps, numerous paintings cover the plastered walls, though many more lay curled up in slots below them. Some of the art is sorted similar to the maps, though by number, rather than by name. R-7 Stone: Not sure what the abundance of paintings is for, but I guess they just liked art as a side business. At this point the team leaves the building, and heads up the paved road towards the centre. Whilst numerous other large buildings are investigated, all of them display the same disrepair as the Bank and don't contain much useful within. Dr Noyes: Ah! our next big point is down there. The drone saw it from afar. Dr Noyes points down a large side road, bordered by a large platform. R-7 Cadwell: That's— certainly something. R-7 Stone: How on earth did that get in here? Upon a large stone drydock, littered with crates, sits a large wooden airship. Wooden and cloth wings adorn the side of the vessel, though no means of propulsion are seen. Three smokestacks emerge from large buildings on the deck. Despite the relatively good condition of the ship, it seems to have crashed into the side of the drydock, buckling numerous planks lining the side of the ship and causing it to lean heavily towards the street. Dr Noyes: We currently haven't got any real theories. Hence why I wished to check it out. We do have another version of this in storage as SCP-████, though it's in a rather larger state of disrepair. R-7 Florez: If you've got one of these already, is there something special about this new one? Dr Noyes: Mostly want to check for interesting cargo, the rest I'll leave to experts from other departments as this isn't my area of expertise. R-7 Cadwell: I've found some sorta logo on the side here, a small boat with two sails, that of use? Dr Noyes: Yeah we've seen it before, it's plastered over a few of the side sails. The Mythology and Folkloristics Department said nothing they found in local myths references it, so we are unsure where it entered this space from. You'd have to be blind not to notice a giant airship floating over the Andes. R-7 Stone: So, you mentioned earlier that you guy's have some info on this? Or at least a similar version. Dr Noyes: Yes and no, RAISA contacted us about a link to SCP-████ after reviewing the drone footage. Given prior research on that SCP, we're linking it to a defunct GoI that got assimilated into the Foundation. Unsure if this was a splinter group or just happened prior to them joining, though the latter is more likely. A cracking is heard from further along the ship's side. R-7 Florez: I… uh, think I found a way in. R-7 Stone: How do you define found, Florez? R-7 Cadwell: The large wooden door he was standing next to was mysteriously pulled off its hinges, Boss. Ignore the large man holding the remains of the nice small ornamental handle, I'm sure that has nothing to do with it. R-7 Florez: In my defence I didn't pull that hard on it. Dr Noyes: It was probably rather weakened by the passage of time and its crash, even with whatever preservation anomaly holding it together. Though please be careful to be gentle with this thing; a, we wouldn't want it sliding into the hole below whilst we are inside and b, we want an intact one of these this time. The camera slowly adjusts to the dark, revealing numerous wooden crates and pallets. Cadwell tries to pry one of the crates open, though it refuses to budge. Dr Noyes: Seems to be anomalously strengthened wood, perhaps the ship is the same. R-7 Florez: Sure didn't seem like it to me. R-7 Stone: That part of the ship had slammed into a large piece of rock… I presume it wasn't in the best condition. slow creaking is heard. The camera pans to show R-7 Cadwell holding a bent metal baton and half of the crate's top pried off. R-7 Cadwell: Nothing in here, Boss. Dr Noyes: Shame, seems like the goods weren't preserved. I have to imagine that some of this was meat though. It doesn't seem like much cattle was kept in this city, so most of it would have to have been imported somehow. Potentially stuff like paper too. R-7 Florez: Looks to be spaces for timber too, I guess this is how they got building materials in. Dr Noyes: Given this, I wonder if after many years people forgot how to leave this place. Many of the Ways here take complex sequences to enter or exit. If they were almost self-sufficient, would they need to leave? R-7 Stone: Well it seems they all left at one point, and quickly at that. Some of the furniture in the stores we've passed look like they were still in use. Getting back to the current situation, you want to check up on the deck Noyes? Dr Noyes: Nah, I'll leave figuring out how this thing works to other specialised guys. I'm mostly just here as a note taker. Barring other interruptions, we should be good to go straight to the centre. The group continue down the road to the gates of the central building. R-7 Florez: 'The Consortium of Knowledge', fancy. Dr Noyes: We think it's just a large University. Just be a bit careful as this is the one place we couldn't get the drone into. R-7 Stone: No way in? Dr Noyes: Pretty much, they knew that they were getting you guys down here so think they focused on other areas. There was word that the drone was having issues, but that's second-hand info and I'm unsure how true it is. R-7 slowly open the metal gates, leading to a small grassy area split by an overgrown path. The path leads directly to a pair of large engraved stone doors adorned with golden rings. The main engravings on the door show a snake surrounding several large discs5. As the group try pull open the doors, the video feed abruptly cuts off. [END LOG] A loss of contact with STF Rho-7 occurred within SCP-6623 whilst entering the point of interest, connection was re-established 5 minutes later. It has been discovered that during this period, all recordings had frozen. No progress within the PoI was made during this time due to GAD malfunctions, presumably due to the same effect that cut off communications. Exploration log 2: 15/03/2034 Exploration log 2: 15/03/2034 AUDIOVISUAL LOG DATE: 15/03/2034 NOTE: See Previous Log. [BEGIN LOG] R-7 Cadwell: Did that work? R-7 Stone: Yeah, not sure exactly what was going on, but all measurements are back to baseline. R-7 Florez walks into frame from one of the hallways branching out of the central hall. R-7 Florez: Definitely seems like a school of some kind. I saw numerous smaller rooms, though nothing much remains in any of them, and a larger hall. Dr Noyes: Anything in the hall? R-7 Florez: Looks like it had rows of seats on a metal structure at some point, only the metal is left but it's a fairly distinctive shape. R-7 Cadwell: Now that we're good to go, I wanted to mention that I've had a weird feeling since we walked in here. R-7 Stone: Not just you, Noyes mentioned he felt it strongly a minute ago when we were nearer the back. Dr Noyes: Yeah, not quite as bad as was then, but it feels like I am both being pulled and pushed away from the backside of this building. Not sure what floor though. R-7 Stone: I believe it originates from the top floor, though we'll check all floors just in case. Following exploration of the first two floors, in addition to the rooms found by R-7 Florez, laboratories, dorm rooms, and two large circular libraries were discovered. Dr Noyes: I can definitely feel the effects more here. R-7 Cadwell: Before we go up the stairs, I want to try this central contraption. Inset into the floor between two sweeping staircases is a large circular stone slab inlaid with a dark silver metal in the shape of an astrolabe. In the middle of the slab, bisecting a large needle, sits a raised stone plinth. R-7 Stone: I personally don't trust anomalous tech from a few hundred years ago, but I'm sure Noyes is interested in the outcome. Though I'd suggest he doesn't try it himself. R-7 Cadwell: Sounds good to me, see you at the top. For science! As Cadwell steps on the central plate, the slab starts to shake and judder. After a few seconds, the entire slab lifts into the air, several metal rings on the outer edge floating slightly above the surface. Chains hang from its underside connecting it to another slab below that slowly edges its way up. The below slab contains a giant metal sculpture of the earth, with numerous spherical objects orbiting within it. R-7 Florez: Fancy. R-7 Stone: Certainly. Shall we go check on Cadwell? The rest of Rho-7 reunite with Cadwell, who is unharmed, after climbing the stairs. Upon reaching the top floor, Noyes reports extreme headaches, hearing many voices shouting "leave" over and over. The other team members also report this phenomenon but to a lesser degree. Due to this, the group decides to let Noyes rest in a second-floor room with a spare pistol and radio. The rest of Rho-7 decide to try find and secure the source of the voices on the third floor. R-7 Cadwell: Honestly, I'd love to, but I'm frankly more scared of our site director's ire than some spooky voices. R-7 Stone: I wouldn't talk to the voices if I were you, first sign of going insane there. R-7 Florez: I'm sure we've all passed the first stage already in our years of working for the Foundation. R-7 Stone: Fair poi— Dr Noyes: [From over the radio] You guys good? R-7 Stone: Fine for now, the voices are still there though. We're heading to the back of the building now. You manage to get settled fine? Dr Noyes: [From over the radio] Yeah, I'm fine. The headaches have abated a bit, but not enough that I want to give going up there another try any time soon. R-7 Stone: You're good. Just stay safe down there and alert is if anything happens. We'll pick you up again in a short bit. R-7 Cadwell: Boss, I think this is it. The voices are getting worse too. R-7 Stone: Alright, I might not be about to answer anything for a second, Noyes. Dr Noyes: [From over the radio] No worries, you guys do your thing. At the end of the large hallway Rho-7 had walked down sat a pair of giant stone and metal doors, similar to those at the entrance of the building. R-7 Stone: I'll push the door open, you two stay back in case something spooky decides to leap out. R-7 Florez: Sounds good. R-7 Stone slowly pushes open one of the doors to reveal a wide, sunken room with several large metal podiums. All of the podiums have different images carved into them R-7 Cadwell: That doesn't look good. Above one of the leftmost podiums is a large, writhing black mass contained by a fuzzy white light. R-7 Stone: Well, on the upside, it either hasn't noticed us or it's n— At this point all recording devices briefly cut out. A thud is heard from behind R-7 Stone and the camera turns to show Florez has collapsed, his current status is unknown. A follow-up interview reveals that a pulse of sound consisting of numerous voices saying the word "leave" is the cause of the failure. R-7 Cadwell: Jesus, that wasn't pleasant. Something definitely doesn't want us here. R-7 Stone: You can say that again, those voices made me feel ill. It seems to have stopped now though. Dr Noyes: [From over the radio] You guys good? Even I felt that from way down here. R-7 Cadwell: I wouldn't be sure, that… blob looks angrier than ever. //As Cadwell finishes his sentence all recording devices cut out and contact with Rho-7 is lost. The frozen feed from Rho-7 Stone's camera shows the entity pulsating, seeming to try break through the aura around it. Feed from the cameras is recovered after 18 minutes. Dr Noyes: These guys are heavier than they look… and they look goddamn heavy. Thank god Cadwell checked the lift, would've been a nightmare to drag them down the stairs. A further 20 minutes pass, from the view of the ceiling it appears that Noyes has moved the others into a small classroom near the front of the building. R-7 Stone: Fucking ow. Dr Noyes: Ah, congrats on being the first to wake. Florez and Cadwell are still sleeping like a log, can't seem to wake them. R-7 Stone: I'm sure they'll be awake soon. Where are we? Dr Noyes: I relocated you downstairs, as far away from that thing as I could. R-7 Stone: You saw it too? How come you're good. Dr Noyes: The entity seemed preoccupied, or rather entities. Seemed to be two different opposing forces vying for control. R-7 Stone: That'd make sense, the whole thing seemed far more angsty after the first pulse that dropped Florez. R-7 Florez: Certainly wasn't my finest moment. R-7 Florez slowly presses on his head. Seemingly satisfied, he climbs to his feet and heads towards a window. R-7 Florez: Ahhhh, that feels better. Though still got a slight headache. R-7 Stone: I pity the poor MTF they'll send in after us to stabilize that thing. Also, it's weird, you've had the same training as us yet passed out after one hit Florez, did you feel anything else odd? Not trying to say you're weaker than either of us. R-7 Florez: It's fine, I get what you're meaning. Think cause I entered first it saw me as the main threat, even if I was behind both you and Cadwell when it hit. Dr Noyes: The outer entity was likely waiting for the inner entity to calm down before doing anything, probably had a delayed reaction to there being two other people in the room. Likely how I was fine when I went up. R-7 Stone: How so? Dr Noyes: If the outer entity expended lots of energy on incapacitating you guys it was probably busy when I came in. R-7 Stone: Well, as soon as Cadwell wakes, we'll be getting out of here. Command will send a more specific force in to subdue the entity later I'm guessing. Cadwell wakes three minutes later and the group head to the Way in the bank. [END LOG] Initial studies by the Mythology and Folkloristics Department proposed that local folktales describing the wealth and richness of SCP-6623 referred to material wealth; however, following the initial manned expedition, this "wealth" is theorised to instead be a wealth of knowledge. Reinvestigation into drone footage of the lower tier hub areas revealed buildings structured similar to libraries discovered on the upper level, originally thought to be governmental offices, occupying a central square. Addendum 4: SCP-6623-2 ITEM #: SCP-6623-2 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: HEIMAL DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK ITEM: SCP-6623-2 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: HEIMAL DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK SCP-6623-2a appears to be a Type II Pattern Screamer6, associated with the concept of Knowledge. SCP-6623-2a is currently constrained by the collective consciousness of Elelín's former occupants, designated SCP-6623-2b. It is believed that the phenomena that caused SCP-6623-2a to manifest, also resulted in the formation of SCP-6623-2b, though exactly how is currently unknown. SCP-6623-2a is currently believed to not be sapient; however, further tests cannot be performed without the removal of SCP-6623-2b. Decommission of SCP-6623-2b is not currently being considered due to the potential risk and disruption level of SCP-6623-2a. Unfortunately, due to a lack of records, the actual reason for specifically SCP-6623-2a's manifestation is unknown. The Mythology and Folkloristics Department is currently working with the Linguistics department to decode the runes on the podiums. In addition to this, an investigation into the potential manifestation, containment and usage of new Pattern Screamers is ongoing. Footnotes 1. An ARS (Ark Reality Suppressor) is a specialized version of an SRA used to control small scale reality tears by suppressing reality to baseline hume levels. Originally designed to combat parasitic timelines, it has since found usage in the temporary obstruction of Ways. 2. The Knowledge Consortium, Home of the minds that will shape the future. 3. A Way is a thaumaturgically created doorway utilizing wormholes to allow travel between each end. 4. General Analysis Device. 5. A junior researcher in the Mythology and Folkloristics Department believe this to symbolize the Incan god Hurkaway, a guardian snake of a "world below". In addition to this, the researcher pointed out that snakes in Inca mythology are known to symbolize wisdom and knowledge. 6. Type II Pattern Screamers are concept voids, localised noospheric concepts connected to the entity will be consumed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6623" by Dr Moned, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6623. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6624 | neutralized | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Item#: 6624 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of 01/04/2000, SCP-6624’s inert remains have been dismantled and delivered to Storage Site-77 for safekeeping. Despite the neutralization of SCP-6624, the town of Gesualdo is to remain under close observation. + Display Rescinded Containment Procedures - ACCESS GRANTED Transporting SCP-6624 to a pre-existing containment site was deemed impractical due to the object’s size, present location, and level of complexity. Provisional Containment Site-84 was constructed around the object in Gesualdo, Italy, incorporating several buildings, along with 85% of the town’s subterranean infrastructure (sewers, cisterns, and aqueducts). The Castle of Gesualdo is to remain open to tours but all areas connecting to the town’s underground network must remain hidden from public view, necessitating the use of secret passages and disguised entrances. Experiments involving SCP-6624 reproduced music are to be conducted on D-Class personnel. All other personnel are to remain within a soundproof chamber for the duration of testing. Accidental exposure to SCP-6624’s primary anomaly may require immediate amnesticization, hospitalization, or potentially even termination depending on the severity of the resultant reaction and at the discretion of the acting Site Director. As of 08/07/1997, all further testing of SCP-6624’s anomalous musical capabilities is forbidden. Description: SCP-6624 is an apparatus capable of producing vocal music possessing distinct anomalous attributes related to its composition. The apparatus incorporates 124 preserved human bodies, a system of bronze pipes, and bellows crafted from the stomach and lungs of a large whale. SCP-6624 is controlled via 12 attached keyboards, as well as a number of levers, pulleys, and pedals. Based on this setup, it is speculated that SCP-6624 is, in its current state, unplayable by baseline, non-anomalous humans. The bellows are manipulated through the rhythmic pulling of 3 bronze chains, delivering air to the human components via the system of pipes. 6 levers are used to alter the pipes, causing them to expand or restrict airflow to varying degrees. 48 pedals, 4 located beneath every keyboard, are used to control which human components are receiving air. Each keyboard includes 88 keys, which are themselves used to modify the mouth, tongue, throat, and larynx of the human components. Operating SCP-6624 will cause steam to release from vents hidden throughout the town, along with the steady sound of moving gears. This implies that steam-power and cog-work play a role in the overall apparatus but the unusual acoustics of SCP-6624's chamber has rendered it difficult to track their source. Further information regarding SCP-6624 and its mechanics would ultimately require dissection/disassembly but such actions could potentially damage or even destroy SCP-6624 and are thus prohibited. SCP-6624's human components were initially recorded as deceased but electroencephalographic (EEG) scans have revealed the continued presence of brain activity. After significant examination of stimulus response, brainwave activity1, and endorphin levels, it was concluded that these components are self-aware and suffer considerable distress. How this was achieved remains poorly understood but likely involved the unidentified chemical agent responsible for their preservation. SCP-6624 was discovered beneath the Castle of Gesualdo2 at Gesualdo, Italy during a 1953 kidnapping and mass murder investigation. Isabella Colasanti, a talented but little-known 27-year-old singer from Venice, was violently kidnapped at a 12/25/1953 recital in Gesualdo by a group of masked assailants dressed in unusual, seemingly ceremonial garb. It is presently hypothesized that Colasanti’s invitation to Gesualdo was extended by those who orchestrated her capture. Survivors reported that the attackers appeared on stage in a cloud of black smoke and many admitted that they did not immediately react in the belief that it was part of the performance. The attackers rendered Ms. Colasanti unconscious and terminated those who attempted to intervene. Silvestro Criscione, a professional photographer hired for the event, was able to capture a picture of the masked figures during their escape with the body of Colasanti. The incident resulted in 34 casualties, as well as 12 fatalities (including Mr. Criscione), with all victims suffering either perforation from daggers or strangulation via some manner of garrote. Local law enforcement proved ineffective; though initially dismissed as a problem of incompetence, they were later identified as collaborators in league with the assailants. Frustrated with the lack of progress, families of the victims issued complaints to the state, which quickly responded (presumably due to the unusual number of casualties) by sending a team of investigators to Gesualdo from Rome. Investigator Armando Francesco took over the case, discovering a significant amount of ignored or disregarded evidence, as well as an apparent effort to cover up the attack. It was found that local law enforcement oversaw the destruction of physical evidence (including the deliberate cremation of bodies without providing autopsies) and the unlawful execution of "communist partisans" - three men between the ages of 16 and 20 who were framed for the massacre. State investigators ultimately uncovered a secret society operating in Gesualdo. Known as La Mascherata (“The Masquerade”), the cell in Gesualdo was found to include a disproportionate number of artists, writers, and musicians, along with several town officials and senior members of the police force. Interrogation of the lowest ranked members (typically the youngest) directed detectives to a Roman Era cistern beneath the Castle of Gesualdo, a location otherwise unknown to the general public. Discovered within was SCP-6624, along with a number of cult-related artifacts and documents. Also found was the body of Isabella Colasanti, which had been partially treated with an unknown chemical compound. Evidence indicates that she was incapacitated (originally recorded as killed) at 22:40 hours on 12/30/1953 as part of a ritual designed to coincide with Aldebaran's3 zenith. Germano D'Orazio, an investigator working with Francesco and an embedded agent of the Foundation, reported these findings. Foundation operatives disguised as members of the Italian Armed Forces seized control of the town and amnesticized its population. Most members of La Mascherata self-terminated when cornered, while those who were successfully captured chose to bite off and swallow their own tongues. The surviving cultists were transferred to Site-██ for interrogation and termination. Eight anomalous entities, since classified as SCP-6624-1, resembling those involved in the 12/25/1953 attack were discovered in an immobile, possibly inactive state. These bodies were analyzed and found to be genetically normal humans; however, their porcelain-like4 masks had been fused to their faces via a viscous, black substance. Efforts to test the adhesive material have failed due to its rapid evaporation when removed from its host and X-ray imaging suggests that it has consumed much of the skull, including the entire brain. Though technically alive, they neither speak nor move, nor do they appear to require any sustenance. These entities were transported to Site-17 where they remain in secure containment. Letters between anonymous5 cultists indicate substantial influence over European political, cultural, and religious authorities. These letters contain references to SCP-6624, known to the cult as “Il Coro” (“The Choir”), noting that it cannot be played until the arrival of Il Maestro del Rancore (“The Maestro of Rancor”), a prophesied entity of apparent importance6. Surviving members were found to be low-level and ignorant, ultimately serving the interests of an unidentified inner circle whose true motivations remain unclear. Additionally discovered among these documents were seven abnormally complex musical compositions and a journal. These manuscripts have been dated to the late 16th and early 17th centuries and bear the signature of nobleman and composer Carlo Gesualdo. + Carlo Gesualdo: Biography - ACCESS GRANTED Portrait of Carlo Gesualdo, artist unknown (16th century). Carlo Gesualdo da Venosa (8 March 1566 – 8 September 1613) was Prince of Venosa and Count of Conza. A composer, he is best known for his expressive madrigals and sacred music pieces that employed a distinctive chromatic language7. He was born at Venosa, then part of the Kingdom of Naples, though little else is known about his early life. His mother died when he was young and he was sent to Rome to begin an ecclesiastical education under the guidance of his uncle, Carlo Borromeo. After the death of his elder brother Luigi in 1584, he became the designated successor for the principality of Venosa. In 1586, Carlo Gesualdo married his first cousin, Donna Maria d'Avalos. Two years later, Donna Maria began an affair with Fabrizio Carafa, the third Duke of Andria and the seventh Count of Ruvo. This affair continued until 1590, when Carlo discovered the pair in flagrante delicto8 at the Palazzo San Severo and immediately murdered both. The bodies of his wife and her lover, both nude and mutilated, were dragged outside, in front of the palace, to be exposed for everyone to see. Due to his status as a noble, he was not found criminally liable for the killings. Approximately a year after the murders, Carlo became the third Prince of Venosa and the eighth Count of Conza following the death of his father. Throughout much of 1594 and 1595, Carlo Gesualdo lived in Ferrara, regarded as one of the primary musical centers in Italy. It was during this time that he would engage in a great deal of composing, resulting in the publication of his first book of madrigals. The atmosphere of Ferrara helped to further cultivate a singular devotion to music and upon his return to his castle at Gesualdo, he used his wealth to transform his estate into a similar center of music-making, filling his court with singers and instrumentalists. Carlo Gesualdo died in isolation under mysterious circumstances on 8 September, 1613, raising speculation that he had been murdered, and is entombed at Chiesa del Gesù Nuovo in Naples. The existence of SCP-6624 and its related documents indicate that Carlo Gesualdo's publicly accepted biography represents an incomplete chronicle. Translations of his most relevant manuscripts are provided in the following collapsible: + Carlo Gesualdo: Journal - ACCESS GRANTED The following has been translated from 16th century Italian. Please note that these manuscripts have been modernized for the greatest possible clarity. Many pages are missing and some have been rendered illegible by mold damage. Access to the original texts will be granted upon request. October 28, 1590: Alberighi [unknown; possibly a courtier] spoke to me of regret. Such audacity! I am no murderer, for honor dictates my actions and they [Donna Maria d'Avalos and Fabrizio Carafa] were dead the moment they betrayed me. What followed, be it doom or destiny, was set in stone by God himself. To them, I owe naught but contempt. Yes, I am unwell, but it is not remorse I suffer! Something changed in me that day. Something elemental to my being. In my surrender to the wondrous fury of rage, it was as if the gate to my soul was torn from its hinges and a stranger entered uninvited. But such cannot be, for my soul is protected by the Lord's unyielding bulwark. Truly, the mind is an imaginative thing when left to its own devices. Regardless, I sought an opinion outside my own and my physician has diagnosed me as choleric, concluding that I merely suffer the symptoms associated with an overproduction of yellow bile. Long have I been blighted by an excess of black [bile], but rather than bring balance to my wretched humors, the two instead share a morbid alliance - becoming, as if through alchemy, an affliction greater than the sum of their parts. I know little of medicine or its application, but I trust Calandri [presumably the name of Gesualdo's physician]. God may hold my soul but my health is in the good doctor's hands. He urges me to transcribe my thoughts and emotions so as to track my journey to physical harmony. November 6, 1590: Last night I dreamed of a strange city, raised from a sea as black as forgotten memories. A realm where ebony stars burned dark across miasmal skies and red liquid, neither blood nor wine, flowed up and down from alabaster edifices. Its architecture displayed the ungodly hubris of Babylon, both in scale and through its defiance of natural law - a maddening show of mathematical impossibility! These were the only universal constants of that mercurial metropolis, whose labyrinthine structures shifted from the splendors of the ancients to places only glimpsed in fevered delusion. Did this city, whose baleful towers and impossible geometry, seek to make itself familiar? Or was it an illusion of my own mind's creation, protecting me from the inconceivability of its nature, much as angels are wont to do? When I awoke, there lingered a most peculiar song. Before I had the chance to appreciate it, the fleeting harmony disappeared. Only dread remained. November 13, 1590: I awaken, drenched in a cold sweat; with shivering hands, I endeavor to elucidate this night-born terror. Though ensnared by the throes of fever and fatigue, I recollect the experience with harrowing clarity. Verily, I found myself unable to distinguish the phantasmagorical from mundane, as if the dream was more real than the waking world. I was within my own grand hall, yet found it full of unfamiliar people. Though they hid their faces with masks, I knew they had no place among my lonely court. I observed their profane behavior and satyric displays with disgust and, to my shame, a degree of grotesque fascination. And within the center of that blasphemous orgy, engaging in the most unspeakable of acts, is a woman - her mask! Dear God, her mask! She mocks me still, that queen of whores! Even in death does she humiliate me! Her orifices overflowed with the seed of a hundred-thousand devils and when her body could not accommodate more, she tore open her own flesh to sate their debauched demands. Despite her self-destruction, she moaned with an ecstasy I have never known. I cannot write more, for this visage of hell grew ever darker - revealing satyric perversions beyond the ken of mortals. The crowd turned to face me, cackling with focused, derisive laughter. I’ve been made a cuckold, again and again! Their ridicule tore the flesh from my bones, exposing my soul to a maelstrom of emotions. I called for help but the mob was upon me. As I braced for defilement, I was roused from sleep by Alberighi, who had heard my anguished cries in the night. I wish never to sleep again but Calandri forbids it. He now feeds me bitter tinctures and herbs from the Orient before I sojourn for bed. He assures me that they will give me the strength to endure. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, deliver me from this evil. Amen. November 25, 1590: Despite Calandri’s medicine, the nightmares have grown increasingly prevalent and ever more grotesque. It so often begins the same, as I descend those ancient stone steps, my body ignoring my own mind’s protest. I enter the Grand Hall, always to find the Masquerade. Black and white, red and yellow. Calandri speaks frequently of these colors and has shown me how often they appear in nature and miracles, from the four humors to the magnum opus of alchemical pursuit. Though ignorant of the natural sciences, I listened to his musings utterly entranced. Black, white, yellow, red, black, white, yellow, red… Here is what I remember: Nigredo - the magnum opus begins with putrefaction; heat is used to accelerate the process, until all materials are black. This is the stage of chaos. Albedo - the materials must be cleansed of impurities. Xanthosis - this is where he lost me and he understood this, telling me that this is where most alchemists fail. The materials must undergo transmutation but the process requires the drawing out of inner light - the undying spark of the divine found within all God's children. But how does man unleash this light, without losing his soul? Might it be stolen from another? Rubedo - the end, everything ends in red. He spoke to me of blood but his voice grew distant and droning, as if my head was submerged in water. No longer listening, my attention was drawn to the far end of my bed-chamber, where a jester dressed in many colors danced and capered. I watched, mesmerized by his merrymaking, as Calandri continued to vomit noise. The jester removed his bell-adorned hat and reached inside, pulling out a length of rope. I continued to watch, my eyes wide and unblinking, as he knotted the rope into a noose. My voice was stolen, my body paralyzed. I could not close my eyes. I could not even look away. The jester placed the noose around his neck and tied the other end to my bedpost. He removed a dagger from his belt and raised it in the air before plunging the blade deep within his abdomen. Slowly, gently, he disemboweled himself. When the last of his organs spilled upon the floor, the jester bowed with a flourish and hurled himself through my window. I screamed and jumped from my bed. By the time I reached the window, there was no sign of the fool. The nightmare is no longer bound to sleep alone, God help me! Calandri fears that my affliction may be beyond his help. Might these horrors be demonic in origin? I will send a request to the Bishop of Avellino at dawn, for I now have little doubt that something wicked haunts my castle - an evil which seeks dominion over my very soul. December 3, 1590: I received a curious letter today; a reply to a missive I have no recollection of ever sending. The script is strange, shifting between recognizable words and utterly foreign symbols. I could not look upon it long and asked Alberighi if he would attempt to read it. He tells me that it is written in plain Italian and that it contained nothing strange or remarkable save its exquisite calligraphy and general penmanship. The letter was from the Ambassador of Alagadda, a faraway kingdom I had never before heard of. The ambassador was evidently thanking me for my invitation, informing me that he would arrive no sooner or later than the 30th of this month. This news filled me with an inexplicable dread, well beyond my usual unsociable reflex. Alberighi assured me that I sent the invitation in October. Why does memory fail me? December, 10, 1590: The masked fiends are everywhere, stalking me in the night and escaping into the mirrors. My courtiers tell me that it is all just a trick of the mind. No longer am I able to discern reality from fantasy. To be safe, I've shattered every looking-glass in my estate. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, it is now, and ever shall be, a world without end. Amen. December 16, 1590: Today I received a missive from the Bishop of Avellino. The Bishop proves sympathetic and vows to send a number of his finest prelates to investigate my estate. An ember of hope now burns against the darkness; I will try to take comfort in its light, however faint its flame. I've not forgotten that other letter - a reply to an invitation never sent. The fated day draws nigh as fear coils around my heart. It is content to feast slowly, savoring my suffering as it devours its way to my soul. December 18, 1590: My world vibrates with the most cacophonous of music! The servants claim they hear nothing but even the wine trembles within my cup! The noise grows ever louder, ever deeper, with the progression of the day. Blood flows from my ears and I feel as though my bones have begun to fracture. Perhaps it is a blessing disguised as a curse, for it helps rebuff the cruel embrace of sleep. I cannot face those dreams again! They fill my soul with ungodly urges and a singular, self-destructive instinct. O, how I long for the sweet release of death! God, have mercy! Where are the priests? I call on every saint and every angel, deliver me from madness! December 23, 1590: The prelates arrived at noon. Having thoroughly inspected my estate, they determined the presence of something unholy. Their leader informed me that my suffering was not merely the work of spirits or minor devils but showed signs of Satan's direct interference and that I was undoubtedly targeted for my years of piety. As I write this, they consecrate my halls with holy water and replace that abhorrent cacophony with the hallowed sound of chimes and prayer. Tonight they intend to exorcise the evil from my body. By the grace of God, I will be saved! December 25, 1590: On this Holy Day, I am saved! Though their work was arduous, they restrained my body and expelled Satan through the righteous mortification of the flesh. I see little reason to continue this journal. My grace renewed, I can return to the joy of my music. Curious still is the letter from Alagadda. I assumed it was another delusion yet here it resides atop my writing desk. Though I try to ignore it, my gaze repeatedly gravitates to its peculiar seal. I dare not read it again, for its very existence is an obstacle to my recovery. I vow to burn it tonight. December 26, 1590: This cannot be possible. It turned to ash before my eyes. Yet here it is, returned to my desk. Undamaged. Pristine. I fear what this day shall bring. December 29, 1590: The Church has failed. God has abandoned me. Hope, it seems, was always an illusion. No longer can I trust the members of my court. They conspire against me in some unknowable but nonetheless nefarious plot. I am, and have always been, completely alone. Though I do not sleep, the nightmare remains. It engulfs my estate, infecting all with its delirium. Darkness gathers at the windows, blinding me from the world outside. The walls bulge and crack, bleeding black oil strewn with entrails and drowned rats. The halls contort, perverting any distinction between up and down. My ancestors writhe within the frames of their portraits and in unison shriek laments. I seek to escape but find egress barred by forces beyond my strength. I was too weak. I have always been too weak. The power destroyed me, purged me of agency, and lit my path with false hope and foolish faith. I cannot fight this any longer and welcome obliteration. The fated day is here. December 30, 1590: Impossible music reverberates from below. Alberighi stands at my doorway, his face erased by a porcelain disguise. His movement and poise resemble that of a marionette. I fear a stranger now moves his bones. His voice is wrong; I know in my heart that this man has no soul. He informs me that the Ambassador has arrived. God have mercy. January 12, 1591: [The journal suddenly displays significant improvements in penmanship, including master quality calligraphy despite it being unlikely intended for the viewership of others.] I was a fool to dread their arrival. My suffering was not without purpose, for what I endured was merely the birthing pangs of an awakened soul. Initiated into the secret rites of Alagadda, I have become one of a chosen few. To my initial surprise, Calandri was among them. Though unrecognizable in his disguise, he approached me openly and eased my concerns with his calming familiarity. He gave me a mask and told me to wear it, citing the customs of Alagadda. I now understand his part in my awakening. He is to become my mentor, guiding me to the truth as Virgil did Dante through the bowels of Hell. The Ambassador entered my court with unrivaled splendor, an entourage of tumblers and jugglers, bards and balladeers following in his wake. He bestowed a gracious bow and introduced himself by title, never divulging his true name throughout the entirety of his stay. Dusk-colored silk was wrapped around his entire body, from his curiously heel-centric chopine9 to his pointed hood - the fabric bound taut like the bandages of long-dead Egyptian kings. It was an unexpectedly drab attire compared to the luxurious garb of his attendants, with their alabaster masks, ruby-encrusted golden jewelry, and ink-dyed doublets and pantaloons. We discussed a multitude of subjects, exploring the hidden depths of art, music, and philosophy. Though much was beyond my comprehension, I listened with fascination and savored every forbidden word. He finally spoke of the Hanged King, his mystery and supreme power. I remember his visit as one remembers a lingering dream. When he was gone, he left something of himself with me and I gave him something in return. I do not recollect the exact nature of our bargain but it doesn't matter. I would have surrendered anything for this. He has marked me with their Sign. The tears that stain this page are testament to his glory, for he has carved the musica universalis10 upon my soul. I must find the voices and show mankind the true harmony of the spheres! February 7, 1591: O ignorance! I see now, through the eyes of true lucidity, the deception of your bliss! What we call reality is nothing more than a tightly controlled performance. Life was one of anguish and pain, suffocated beneath the unnumbered falsehoods of this world. But no longer will I suffer the Church and its lies, their poison fed to me since infancy. I hear the music with such clarity now. It is the only truth I require. February 24, 1591: Though I have always known him to be intelligent, Calandri proves more learned than ever suspected. My lessons have begun with forbidden astrology, cosmic secrets long suppressed by the Church. O how they fear the Stars, their dread portents and infinite incomprehensibility! We spend these nights operating strange tools composed of bronze and polished glass, optical instruments that Calandri assures will be common in the years to come. Through this apparatus we search for the doomed worlds and chart the flourishing of the Void. He speaks often of Alagadda, the Sleeping City, whose Black Stars scream their secrets for all eternity. Our brotherhood is one of many, our sovereign a King whom even emperors have humbly served. April 6, 1591: Calandri proves a masterful tutor and I've learned my lessons well. His grimoires are incalculably old, their pages bound by iron locks and shackles. Today I asked my teacher about lofty Alagadda and of whence it was raised. He told me that the Sleeping City predates all creation, its high fanes already ancient when the gods were not yet more than a dream. May 15, 1591: I have completed the first composition of what is to be my magnum opus. In my excitement, I summoned the greatest singers of my domain. The anticipation is almost more than I can endure! May 17, 1591: [Entry displays frenzied penmanship] All have failed me. Did these fools seek to mock me or were they always this incapable? They protested against my demands, claimed that my instructions were indecipherable - that what I desired was simply impossible! I had them tortured for their lack of talent and lo! From their anguished cries, I produced the sweetest melody! From the wheeze of a punctured lung to the death rattle of the disemboweled! The words and notes flowed from their broken bodies until there was nothing left of them to take! The music! The ecstasy! Man, woman, or child - it mattered not as I exalted in their destruction! In the end I was breathless, covered in blood and bile - O, what a grand and intoxicating symphony! [The following had been intentionally blotted out with ink but has been restored through modern image retrieval scans] I never meant to hurt them but they had sinned against the universe itself. Were these thoughts truly mine? I felt the Ambassador at my side, caressing the darkness within me. There is another. Such hatred! An odium so great it reaches the sun. June 20, 1591: I was lost but Calandri found me and returned me to the fold. I surrendered to foolishness, born from a disease of guilt. Through violence, he has cured me. Guilt, mercy, compassion - each a tether on my soul from which I must be torn. Suffering is necessary. What I intend to create will be worth every sacrifice. I must not question what our King intends. Even Judas had his role to play. The music grows within me, like a deflowered womb. But the wombs of flesh spawn such ugly things, such polluted vermin. But I will birth a god. My pain has purpose. June 25, 1591: The Ambassador visits me in my dreams. He has promised me a patron - one who has watched me with great curiosity. I continue to be haunted by visions and other phantasms. I had no idea that the veil hid such monstrous things. Calandri explains that I am a Witness, one who has gazed upon the truth of our reality. There is a strange beauty to these horrors and I cannot look away. The world must see as we do. It would be good to tear this veil to shreds. The music becomes me. When I cut the flesh, I bleed the words. Like a warsong, it cultivates rage. My soul burns with such fury. This is what it is to be alive! Alas, I am surrounded by dreamless, shuffling corpses! The world festers with so many unnecessary people. They are but tinder for my pyre. August 4, 1591: I was seated at my throne when he entered. Locust swarms and fetid miasma followed in his wake, gracing my courtroom with his divine pestilence. I knew him by his mask. The Seething Prince, Lord of the Yellow Court. He offered me his patronage and I gladly accepted. Though I recoiled from his tainted touch, it filled my mind with such wondrously perverse designs. Yes. I see it now. An infernal machine of flesh and bronze. A composition in the language of the cosmos. No more words. The human tongue and script are worthless to me now. I am beyond them. The stars sing of my ascension and I will burn as bright as one. I will burn away the impurities. I will burn away the foul substance of creation. The rest of the pages contain indecipherable notes and diagrams related to SCP-6624. The script matches no known writing system and has been shown to contain subtle cognitohazardous elements. Carlo Gesualdo refers to his anomalous compositions as madrigals but their only similarity is the use of human vocalizations. Due to their complexity, they require the use of an entirely new musical notation system either invented by Gesualdo or adopted from some unidentified source. These compositions do not contain written lyrics but instruct a user in the playing of SCP-6624, which itself produces sounds resembling words. Though the titles are in Italian, the words produced by SCP-6624 do not coincide with any known language. Foundation researchers, led by musicologist Dr. Lorenzo Martinelli, attempted to operate SCP-6624 with little success. Though multiple players were employed, it was ultimately determined that the apparatus required preternatural ability (primarily related to speed and coordination) which discounted the possibility of human interface. Inspired by the player piano11, Dr. Martinelli began work on a mechanical means of bypassing SCP-6624's unprecedented complexity. His invention, the automatic corpolliope12, was completed in 1985 - finally allowing the Foundation to test the extent of SCP-6624's anomalous capabilities. Initial experiments were conducted on D-Class personnel and observed by researchers via a soundproof chamber, who would later directly analyze and interview test subjects (when possible) when SCP-6624 finished playing. The results of these experiments are summarized below: + SCP-6624 Test Log: Madrigals 1-7 - ACCESS GRANTED Composition # Title Effect Note #1 Angoscia in esilio (English: “Anguish in exile”) Listeners develop depressive psychosis, ultimately progressing to catatonia. Afflicted individuals will come to regard themselves as deposed nobility, the delusion growing more elaborate (and universal between subjects) until the subjects are rendered catatonic between 2-5 days after exposure. Following catatonia, subjects will begin to undergo heterotopic ossification (calcification) of the muscle and skin, causing the lips to grossly contort into a frown and the entire body to develop a doll-like appearance. Despite their inaction, they remain self-aware, perpetually weeping to the point of dehydration. Subjects were kept alive via force-feeding and intravenous hydration but were terminated following a year of observation and no signs of change. #2 Vangelo di rabbia (English: “Gospel of rage”) Listeners show signs of growing agitation and aggression. As the music progresses, afflicted individuals will display increasingly violent tendencies and preternatural strength and/or pain tolerance. Subjects will initially attempt to attack non-afflicted humans before ultimately turning on each other. The last remaining subject will undergo spontaneous human combustion, converting their body to yellow ash. The first test subject, D-02197, took the Foundation by surprise during a solo experiment. The 28-year-old male used its considerable strength and bulk to breach the research station, exposing 2 personnel to SCP-6624's playing of #2 and causing them to undergo similar psychological changes. This resulted in 25 casualties and 7 fatalities (including D-02197 and afflicted personnel) before the experiment could be prematurely ended. Testing was on hold until repairs and improvements were made to the containment unit. #3 O l'estasi dell'agonia (English: “O the ecstasy of agony”) Triggers self-destructive behavior in listeners, compelling them to repeatedly injure themselves while in an apparent state of manic euphoria. If unarmed, self-harm includes the forced removal of eyes, tongues, and genitals. Access to objects, such as a knife or hammer, can result in broken bones, disembowelment, and even the complete removal of the epidermis. As long as the music continues to play, subjects will not appear hindered by their injuries but will immediately experience pain, loss of consciousness, or death upon its completion. Surviving test subjects claim that the song is the most beautiful they've heard and that they are able to remember it perfectly. As a result, afflicted individuals will attempt to constantly replicate it using their own voices or through other means, such as the tapping of fingers, hands, and feet. These subjects eventually stop responding to communication, incapable of focusing on anything other than the song. #4 Stelle nere tra il crepuscolo giallo (English: “Black stars among the yellow twilight”) Produces a spatial illusion within the containment chamber, observable to both listeners and non-listeners. As the music does not require audibility to produce its anomaly, it has been hypothesized that the illusion is triggered by SCP-6624's very vibrations. The illusion, unsurprisingly, resembles a yellow sky with black celestial bodies (stars, presumably, but possibly planetary objects) radiating darkness as a baseline star would with light (creating auras and beam-like structures)13 Observers report conflicting feelings, including "wondrous dread" and "familiar inconceivability". The illusion disappears when SCP-6624 ceases playing. "I do not regard the feelings invoked by #4 or its accompanying illusion as part of the anomaly itself. Good art is capable of inspiring a plethora of emotions; weaving a tapestry from uncommon threads is a sign of a true maestro." Dr. Martinelli #5 Il caos adorava, indossando nient'altro che gioia e follia (English: “Chaos adored, wearing naught but joy and madness”) Listeners will vanish for the duration of #5 and return upon its completion. Subjects have no signs of physical injury but display symptoms of dementia and post-traumatic stress above and beyond those recorded among the casualties of war and disaster. It is unknown how this occurred within such a short time frame but interviews suggest that subjects perceived time at a decelerated speed wherever they were. Subjects are either unable or unwilling to divulge details about their experiences. Though still fully capable of speech (save for the common development of severe stuttering), most will only speak to themselves and what they say is generally incoherent. Subjects would go on to display acute hypnophobia, eventually dying after months without sleep. The actual cause of death in cases of fatal insomnia, a rare but otherwise non-anomalous condition, is still debated. #6 Dolori di un re torturato (English: “the Sorrows of a tortured king”) Causes the manifestation of porcelain-faced entities wearing the garb of 16th-century Italian actors, along with period-appropriate props. The actors will begin a performance and appear to invite listeners to their makeshift stage. Subjects display unexplained awareness of their script and role, immediately acting out their part. Manifestations disappear whenever the music ends and test subjects display no memory of their performance. 1-3 days following exposure, test subjects began to display behavior indicative of hypergraphia14 - specifically, the writing of plays. Plays written this way are often incoherent in plot and structure, though they frequently bear a passing resemblance to SCP-701. #7 Il mio cuore annerito, come è dolce il suo decadimento (English: “My blackened heart, how sweet its decay”) Triggers various forms of degeneration within listeners' bodies, including opening holes and empty cavities. This all serves to amplify the noises made by the body, while causing the listener extreme pain as their heartbeats begin to reverberate like a drum from within. Afflicted subjects must keep moving and producing noise, lest they dissolve into a viscous substance. If they fail, all that remains is a blackened heart, still beating on its own to the rhythm of #7. Listeners display extreme duress, frequently screaming and weeping until their bodies are no longer able to move, resulting in immediate deterioration. The locations where each test subject dissolved have developed a unique species of fungus not found anywhere else in baseline reality. Though testing was conducted in the 1960s, as of 2019, all remaining hearts continue to pulsate and do not appear to experience decay. During an unrelated 1997 investigation of the Vatican Secret Archives, Foundation operatives recovered evidence of an otherwise forgotten conspiracy to cover up a major incident in the Province of Avellino. Though there was no mention of SCP-6624 itself, letters between members of the College of Cardinals show frequent, albeit vague references regarding Carlo Gesualdo and his eccentricities. Also found were a number of the composer's belongings evidently seized from his estate, including an untitled document and four more compositions displaying a level of complexity considered beyond human recitation. These compositions are titled Strappato dalle guglie del sacrificio (“Torn from the spires of sacrifice”), Il mio ossario trabocca (“My ossuary runneth over”), Dai sogni di febbre dei bambini (“Drawn from the fever dreams of infants”), and La marcia dei maiali (“The March of the pigs”). Further investigation ultimately led to the discovery of a Church-sponsored military effort to purge Avellino of anomalous activity in the year 1613. Vatican Archive Documents: + Untitled Document - Date Unknown - ACCESS GRANTED The moment of truth is upon us and warrants this final record. Let it serve as a testament to who I was. For over twenty years I have faithfully served and my invention nears completion. I am in contact with our allies in the shadows, who provide me with only the finest materials, while Calandri continues to perfect the preservative agent, creating a facsimile of the Philosopher's Stone. The machine must be eternal, for my Prince has told me so. He sees what mortals cannot; one piece moves the other and I will not live to see its fruition. Let the Choir sing my apocalypse! When the Maestro of Rancor comes, even the dead will hear. + Roman Inquisition: Report on the Cleansing of Conza and Venosa, 19 August, 1613 - ACCESS GRANTED Your Holiness [Pope Paul V], We have traced the evil to Castle Gesualdo, verifying the Witchfinder’s suspicions [regarding the Prince of Venosa]. An accursed yellow miasma corrupts flora and fauna alike, perverting the natural laws of God himself, sparing neither flora nor fauna, nor even the artifice of man. The sky glows with the sickly colors of infected pus while the land has taken on a form most terribly rotten. Monsters prowl the fields, demons whose shapes flicker and change before our very eyes. We have stood at the feet of giants, whose shadows stretch for miles. Blighted trees scream with the tongues of men and plead for the release of death. Buildings once familiar now display impossible geometry, transforming urban centers into inescapable labyrinths. Satan left his mark here; as it were, churches suffered the most grotesque transformations. Once, in order to escape a maze with no apparent exit, we tried to break down a wall, only to find the interior full of blood, sinew, and lined with eyes. My words fail to capture what we encountered but it was as if the distinctions between substances - animal and vegetable, mineral and artificial - were utterly blurred. Despite all these evils, the unending music proved our greatest foe. Those not dead [fragment illegible] …forming instruments from their bones and flesh. They dance and sing with such beauty. It will be merciful to slay them all. [Mold damage has rendered the rest of the letter illegible] + Roman Inquisition: Report on the Cleansing of Conza and Venosa, September 8, 1613 - ACCESS GRANTED Your Holiness [Pope Paul V], The Order triumphs through the Grace of God, though our victory was not without considerable sacrifice - for of the two-hundred sent to Campania, only eleven of us return with our lives. We were not prepared to combat this form of devilry and were forced to conscript from those few unpossessed. Verily, the Order itself has not encountered the musica diabolica since the Hamelin tragedy of 1284. Hundreds are dead; the rest have gone mad. We fought through the demons and possessed, even as the land itself conspired against us. To survive the musica diabolica, we had no other choice but to deafen ourselves. Simply covering or plugging our ears was not enough; they had to be destroyed. Thus we cut off our ears and cauterized the bloody holes. It was a terrible sacrifice from which we will never recover. For weeks we laid siege on Gesualdo, the source of this chaos, and finally breached the castle yesterday. What we found within was beyond description. Despite the horrors we already endured, my men were immediately stricken. It was as if Hell itself had been pulled into God’s Creation. Some lost consciousness, others took sick, while a few felt they had no choice but to fall on their swords. Those that remained in control of body and mind delved into the darkest reaches of the castle. There we confronted a terrible fiend and its demon altar15. It swayed violently but ignored us, too enraptured by the musica diabolica. I knew this to be our only chance and plunged my blade into the demon’s blackened heart, ending its curse upon our land. Though it had a body like a serpent and limbs numbering in the hundreds, I recognized what lay before us. The Dark Powers had changed him but his familiar face remained. We feared the Prince was slain but I swear before God, this monster was the Prince himself! We tried to burn the body but it would not succumb to flame. Exhausted from battle, we conscripted the surviving peasants to use their tools to cleave where the flesh was soft, dismembering it piece by piece. After purifying the remains with holy water, we interred what we could in the fields and left the rest for the rats. As for that horrid altar? We dared not look upon it and instead chose to collapse the way. With the aid of black powder, we brought ruin to the Mad Prince’s sanctum. The castle still stands but I would not blame you if you chose to raze it to the ground, and perhaps the town with it. Christendom must not know what transpired. Respectfully yours in Christ, Urbano Fiorensi, Grandmaster of the Unseen Order of St. Jude16 Due to the extreme nature of the anomalies described by Vatican documents, Overwatch has deemed it necessary to cease all further testing of SCP-6624 anomalous musical capabilities. Agents were sent to Carlo Gesualdo’s tomb in Naples and discovered that, rather than human remains, the tomb contained the bones of a pig. Addendum 6624.1: + Access Appeal ACCESS GRANTED A Message from Dr. Lorenzo Martinelli: I wish to make public my disagreement with this course of action and appeal Overwatch to undo their decision. It is my understanding that this vote was hardly unanimous and if I can change the minds of at least a few of you, it will all be worth it. SCP-6624 has been my life’s work. While not every experiment has gone smoothly, I wish to assure you all that I have perfected my safety procedures. Whatever happened in Gesualdo 400 years ago was likely done with destructive intent. You’ve no doubt read his ravings and I can assure you that everyone on my research team is perfectly sane. There is still so much that we do not understand. SCP-6624 isn't simply an instrument of anomalous music. There is a purpose - a method to the madness. All our efforts, all our sacrifices, will be rendered meaningless if we cannot solve this mystery. A Response from O5-12: Your appeal has been considered and rejected. SCP-6624 has been deemed too unpredictable for further experiments. The anomaly presents no threat to normalcy as long as it remains safely secured and unused. Resuming studies, for the sake of curiosity, is not worth the clear and evident risk. We thank you for your years of research but believe that you have established the parameters of SCP-6624’s anomalous capabilities to the satisfaction of the Foundation. You and your team will be properly reassigned to another project in the near future. Addendum 6624.2: + Access Incident Report (12/30/1999) ACCESS GRANTED At 22:33 Central European Standard Time, all instances of SCP-6624-1 entered an active state and breached containment at Site-17 through unknown means, appearing on video as if sinking through the floor of their containment unit before disappearing entirely. Seconds later, surveillance footage depicted all instances of SCP-6624-1 reappearing at Provisional Containment Site-84, hundreds of kilometers from their original location. As SCP-6624 was no longer being actively tested, Site-84 was provided with minimal security, with 9 of 12 security personnel asleep at the time of the breach. After several minutes of conflict, all 12 personnel had been terminated by hostile SCP-6624-1. In response, all relevant non-active Mobile Task Forces within or adjacent to the Italian Peninsula were ordered to converge on Site-84 in Gesualdo. Live surveillance footage from Site-84 depicted SCP-6624-1 accompanied by a nude elderly male. The subject was alive and standing but appeared disoriented, possibly in a somnambulist state. SCP-6624-1 would go on to manipulate their human captive to bypass biometric security parameters. This human captive was subsequently identified as Dr. Lorenzo Martinelli, formerly the head researcher of SCP-6624. By 22:40, it had become apparent that instances of SCP-6624-1 treated Dr. Martinelli with unusual deference, frequently holding his hand or kneeling at his feet. Dr. Martinelli’s actions became increasingly involved, employing his knowledge of Site-84 to deactivate all SCP-6624 related safety protocols and activating the facility’s automatic defense system. Though evidently cognizant, his behavior was erratic and included fits of laughter, dancing, singing, and crying. Curiously, instances of SCP-6624-1 appeared to be dismantling SCP-6624’s automatic player system, reverting SCP-6624 to its otherwise unplayable, manual setting. Reports and images of masked musicians and entertainers in Gesualdo were posted on Italian social media platforms. Locals were evidently under the impression that an impromptu event in celebration of the upcoming New Year was taking place and began to join others in the streets. In response, the Foundation initiated Blackout Protocols, disabling the region’s power grid. By the time military operatives arrived, the number of SCP-6624-1 throughout Gesualdo appeared to number in the hundreds. At Site-84, Dr. Martinelli displayed symptoms of disease, such as jaundiced skin and open sores, which themselves produced a black discharge. This unknown substance permeated throughout the entire chamber, moving seemingly by its own volition. Minutes later, Dr. Martinelli collapsed; though his body appeared lifeless, his head began to swell and spasm, and by 22:58, had grown to quadruple the size of his body. At 00:00, an entity erupted from Martinelli’s expanded cranium. The anomalously spawned aberration uncoiled, revealing its approximately 9 meters long centipede-like body and over 80 spindly humanoid arms and hands. Classified as SCP-6624-2, the entity was primarily composed of a semi-viscous black substance, except for its cadaverous limbs, prominent yellow vertebrae, and a number of pale mask-like faces covering its bulkier front. At 00:02, SCP-6624-2 crawled to SCP-6624 and proceeded to operate it. As the first wave of military operatives arrived, aberrant music resembling SCP-6624’s frequency had become audible throughout the town and neighboring communities. The music was soon followed by earth tremors and hysteria, with SCP-6624-1 inciting locals to assault Foundation agents. Mission Command ordered operatives to activate the noise-canceling setting of their radio headgear, though a few failed to react in time and were anomalously compelled to join the violent throngs. Buildings burned and the streets were strewn with mutilated bodies as the enraged mob turned on itself. In response, Mission Command authorized the use of deadly force to reach SCP-6624, though SCP-6624-1 proved unusually resistant to ballistic damage. By 00:10, a number of other anomalies began to manifest, with white tendrils/roots erupting from the ground and yellow gas flooding the streets. A storm appeared, unleashing strong winds and black rain. Artificial structures grew increasingly non-Euclidian as the impacted area severely deviated from Earth’s natural gravity, rendering navigation infeasible. Unidentified entity, presently classified as SCP-6624-3 Operatives breached Site-84 at 00:22, but suffered heavy casualties from a number of variables, including the mob, SCP-6624’s music, and the facility’s own auto defense system. Reinforcements arrived at 00:26, though they found the town transformed to the point of incomprehensibility, ultimately disorienting pilots and causing several helicopters to crash. By 00:30, Mission Command had lost contact with all field operatives at Gesualdo. With control of the situation completely lost, Overwatch ordered the immediate destruction of SCP-6624, flooding Site-84 with chlorine trifluoride and eliminating all organic material, including SCP-6624’s human components. Before the video feed ended, an unknown entity or force appeared in SCP-6624’s chamber and has since been classified as SCP-6624-3. As SCP-6624-2 rapidly deteriorated and ceased playing, SCP-6624-3 continued to linger for several minutes. During this time it appeared to stare into the last operating video camera, perhaps knowingly, before dissipating. As the chlorine trifluoride had no effect on SCP-6624-3, it is hypothesized that the entity lacked (or had yet to fully achieve) a corporeal form. In the aftermath of the 12/30/1999 incident, the Foundation had suffered 84 casualties, including 58 fatalities. 23 survivors suffered permanent psychosis and these individuals would undergo total amnesticization before being discharged to civilian life at a high-quality care facility. Though the town returned to physical normalcy, it is estimated that over half of Gesualdo’s population had been terminated; those that remained were found to suffer psychosis similar to surviving operatives and were ultimately deemed no longer fit to live in society. These individuals were also amnesticized and released to different psychiatric hospitals throughout Italy. Though costly, the population of Gesualdo was replaced. These new residents had their memories altered to believe themselves lifelong residents of the area. Damage to the town was blamed on naturally occurring earthquakes. Site-84 was deemed a complete loss and decommissioned. The current whereabouts of SCP-6624-1 instances remains unknown. Security personnel were sent to investigate Dr. Martinelli’s apartment in Naples, finding it in a state of disarray. Furniture had been overturned, windows smashed, and the walls were covered with unusual graffiti. This graffiti included musical compositions bearing Carlo Gesualdo’s special notations for SCP-6624, as well as images of black stars, a crowned figure seated upon a throne, and what appeared to be a stereotypical jester impaled by a spear or stake. Martinelli’s bedroom was found to contain a blackened body hanging from a noose, encircled by unidentified ritual symbols and melted candles. The heavily charred cadaver proved unusually brittle and began to break apart during removal. An autopsy was performed and revealed that the subject’s interior organic tissue had been partially converted into a crumbling yellow substance resembling sulfur. Efforts to retrieve a DNA sample failed, as the subject had been damaged at a genetic level. Such damage would normally be indicative of acute radiation poisoning yet Geiger counters failed to detect a significant presence of ionizing radiation. The wall facing the cadaver had been inscribed with a message, scrawled boldly over layers of composition. It read (translated from Italian): Woe betide those Who would silence our rapture The Choir must sing And eternal dream Of Lost Alagadda Footnotes 1. Most activity was found to radiate from the dorsal anterior cingulate cortex. Activity in the dorsal anterior cingulate cortex has been positively related to self-reported feelings of anger and individual differences in general aggression. 2. The Castle of Gesualdo was founded by the Lombards in the 7th century and enlarged in the 15th. It was transformed by Carlo Gesualdo in the 16th and by the Cacceses in the 19th. 3. Aldebaran, designated Alpha Tauri (α Tauri, abbreviated Alpha Tau, α Tau), is an orange giant star located about 65 light-years from the Sun in the zodiac constellation Taurus. It is the brightest star in its constellation and usually the fourteenth-brightest star in the night sky, though it varies slowly in brightness between magnitude 0.75 and 0.95. 4. The material appears to be more closely related to chitin. 5. Members of La Mascherata employ pseudonyms evidently drawn from Commedia dell'arte, such as “Il Dottore”, “Pantalone”, and “Pierrot”. Commedia dell'arte (comedy of the profession) was an early form of professional theatre, originating from Italy, that was popular in Europe from the 16th to the 18th century and characterized by masked "types" - exaggerated characters reused in various different plays and skits. 6. ”Why construct an instrument so complicated that no human could ever hope to play it? There is no information available about this so-called ‘Maestro’. Their identity remains a subject of frustration and fascination to me.” Dr. Lorenzo Martinelli 7. Chromaticism is a compositional technique interspersing the primary diatonic pitches and chords with other pitches of the chromatic scale. It involves the modification of the normal scale by the use of accidentals (indicating sharps, flats, or naturals). 8. In flagrante delicto (Latin: "in blazing offense"), or simply in flagrante, a legal term, indicates that a criminal has been caught in the act of committing an offense (compare corpus delicti). 9. A chopine is a type of platform shoe that was popular in the 15th, 16th and 17th centuries. Chopines were originally used as an overshoe to protect the shoes and dress from mud and filth. 10. Musica universalis (literally universal music), also called Music of the spheres or Harmony of the Spheres, is an ancient philosophical concept that regards proportions in the movements of celestial bodies—the Sun, Moon, and planets—as a form of music. This "music" is not usually thought to be literally audible, but a harmonic, mathematical or religious concept. 11. A player piano (also known as pianola) is a self-playing piano, containing a pneumatic or electro-mechanical mechanism that operates the piano action via pre-programmed music recorded on perforated paper or metallic rolls. 12. A portmanteau of corpus (body) and calliope (a musical instrument that produces sound by sending gas through large whistles). The term is interchangeable with SCP-6624 and any similar instruments, if similar instruments exist. 13. "I cannot help but be reminded of a certain passage from Milton's Paradise Lost: No light, but rather darkness visible." Dr. Martinelli 14. Hypergraphia is a behavioral condition characterized by the intense desire to write or draw. 15. The “demon altar” is believed to be a reference to SCP-6624. 16. The Unseen Order of St. Jude was a secret military order of Christian Knights. Little is known about the organization but they appear to have served the Pope directly and were trained for the elimination of anomalies (then perceived as demons and witchcraft). ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6624" by Metaphysician, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6624. 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. Some biographical text paraphrased from "Carlo Gesualdo" on Wikipedia. Filename: vdIPKRa.jpg Author: Metaphysician License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Title: Portrait of Carlo Gesualdo Filename: XM7DOn2.jpg Author: Unknown License: Public Domain Source: Wikimedia Commons |
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} #page-content .table3 tr th, #page-content .table3 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FDF6D7; } #page-content .table4 tr th, #page-content .table4 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFDFCD; } #page-content .table5 tr th, #page-content .table5 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: #FFCFCF; } #page-content .table6 tr th, #page-content .table6 .scp-image-block .scp-image-caption { background-color: rgba(146, 0, 255, 0.2); } .tableb .wiki-content-table { border-collapse: separate; border-spacing: 2px; } /* CONTENT > Tables Customization (Table Coloring System) > Other Colored Divs */ .table1 .blockquote, .table1 div.blockquote, .table1 blockquote, .table1 .jotting, .table1 .notation, .table1 .modal, .table1 .paper, .blockquote.table1, div.blockquote.table1, .jotting.table1, .notation.table1, .modal.table1, .paper.table1 { background: rgb(224, 255, 212); } .table2 .blockquote, .table2 div.blockquote, .table2 blockquote, .table2 .jotting, .table2 .notation, .table2 .modal, .table2 .paper, .blockquote.table2, div.blockquote.table2, .jotting.table2, .notation.table2, .modal.table2, .paper.table2 { background: rgb(226, 244, 255); } .table3 .blockquote, .table3 div.blockquote, .table3 blockquote, .table3 .jotting, .table3 .notation, .table3 .modal, .table3 .paper, .blockquote.table3, div.blockquote.table3, .jotting.table3, .notation.table3, .modal.table3, .paper.table3 { background: rgb(255, 245, 189); } .table4 .blockquote, .table4 div.blockquote, .table4 blockquote, .table4 .jotting, .table4 .notation, .table4 .modal, .table4 .paper, .blockquote.table4, div.blockquote.table4, .jotting.table4, .notation.table4, .modal.table4, .paper.table4 { background: rgb(255, 223, 205); } .table5 .blockquote, .table5 div.blockquote, .table5 blockquote, .table5 .jotting, .table5 .notation, .table5 .modal, .table5 .paper, .blockquote.table5, div.blockquote.table5, .jotting.table5, .notation.table5, .modal.table5, .paper.table5 { background: rgb(255, 207, 207); } .table6 .blockquote, .table6 div.blockquote, .table6 blockquote, .table6 .jotting, .table6 .notation, .table6 .modal, .table6 .paper, .blockquote.table6, div.blockquote.table6, .jotting.table6, .notation.table6, .modal.table6, .paper.table6 { background: rgb(255, 218, 255); } /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; color: white; padding-top: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 9px; background: rgb(var(--accent)); border-radius: 6px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: var(--ui-font); font-size: var(--base-font-size); box-shadow: inset 0px 0px 0px 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); transition-duration: 0.4s; display: inline-block; } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link):hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.7); box-shadow: none; } /* CONTENT > ACS Adjustments */ .top-left-box>.item { display: none; } .anom-bar-container { margin-top: 1.1rem; } .anom-bar-container, .anom-bar-container * { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .acs-extra-1, .acs-extra-2, .acs-extra-3, .acs-extra-4 { font-family: var(--head-font), Inter, sans-serif !important; } .anom-bar > .top-box { text-transform: none; } /* CONTENT > Woed Bar Adjustments */ div.scale div.item1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 1.4em; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; line-height: unset; } div.scale div.class1>div { color: #333; font-family: var(--head-font); font-size: 2em; line-height: 0.9em; letter-spacing: 2px; } div.scale { --woedbar-class-bar-color: #333 !important; } div.scale div.obj { height: 1.7em; } div.scale div.obj>div { font-size: 1.55em; } /* MISC */ #page-content hr { height: 2px; } .bt { color: rgb(var(--accent)); font-weight: bold; } #footer { background: transparent; color: #444; margin-top: 45px; } #footer a { color: #7b7b7b; } .footer-wikiwalk-nav { font-weight: 700; font-size: 88%; word-spacing: 5px; } #page-info-break { height: 10px; } #page-options-container { border-top: solid 1px rgba(213, 213, 213, 0.5); padding-top: 1rem; } .page-watch-options { padding-bottom: 0.6rem; font-size: 77%; } .page-options-bottom { display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex-wrap: wrap; align-content: center; justify-content: center; } .page-options-bottom a { margin: 3px; color: #FFF; background: rgb(var(--accent)); padding: 5px 13px 5px 13px; text-decoration: none; font-size: 90%; border-bottom-left-radius: 4px; border-bottom-right-radius: 4px; } .page-options-bottom a:hover { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.8); } #page-info-break { height: 6px; } #license-area { color: #5f5f5f; background: #ecf2f1; border-top: solid 2px #d9d9d9; margin-top: 10px; } #license-area a::after { content: "."; } @media (min-width: 768px) { #main-content .page-tags { padding-right: 16rem; } } #main-content div.page-tags::before { content: "tags "; color: var(--misc-txt-color); font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: var(--page-font-size); } #main-content .page-tags a { display: inline-block; height: .8125rem; margin: 0 0 .5rem .75rem; padding: .1875rem .3125rem .1875rem 0; color: #FFF; background-color: rgb(var(--accent)); border-bottom-right-radius: .25rem; border-top-right-radius: .25rem; line-height: 13px; line-height: .8125rem; font-size: calc(var(--page-font-size) - 10%); font-weight: bold; } #main-content .page-tags a::before { width: 0; height: 0; top: -.1875rem; left: -.625rem; padding: 0 .0625rem .1875rem; border-color: transparent rgb(var(--accent)) transparent transparent; border-style: solid; border-width: .5rem .5rem .5rem 0; } #main-content .page-tags a::before, #main-content .page-tags a::after { content: ""; position: relative; float: left; } #main-content .page-tags a::after { width: .25rem; height: .25rem; top: .2813rem; left: -.5rem; background-color: #FFF; border-radius: .125rem; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; border-top: .5rem solid transparent; } #page-tags-input { font-weight: bold; word-spacing: 8px; } #edit-page-form input.text { font-family: var(--head-font), sans-serif; font-weight: 800; font-size: 150% !important; padding: 4px; } #edit-page-form>table.form>tbody>tr>td:nth-child(1) { font-weight: bold; } .edit-help-34 { font-size: 85%; opacity: 60%; transition-duration: 0.3s; width: fit-content; } .edit-help-34:hover { opacity: 100%; } .edit-help-34 a { margin-right: 3px; margin-left: 10px; } table.edit-page-bottomtable { width: 100%; } #edit-page-comments { height: 86px; } #lock-info { background-color: transparent; margin: 0.8em; line-height: 1.7; font-size: 86%; border: none; } #lock-info::before { content: "!"; padding-right: 12px; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; opacity: 60%; } #lock-timer { font-size: 115%; margin: 0 5px; } #lock-timer::before { content: "⏲ "; opacity: 80%; } textarea, #edit-page-form input.text { outline: none; border: 1px solid #ccc; transition-duration: 0.3s; transition-property: box-shadow; } textarea:focus-visible, #edit-page-form input.text:focus-visible { box-shadow: 0px 0px 0px 1px #a3a3a3; border: 1px solid #a3a3a3; } #action-area>p { font-size: 85%; color: darkslategrey; } #action-area>p:nth-child(5)>a { display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; } #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 4; } @media (max-width: 900px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 3; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 2; } } @media (max-width: 540px) { #who-rated-page-area>div { column-count: 1; } } #page-content .content-warning.creditRate { padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 21px; } .preview-message { right: 0em; top: 2em; border: unset; padding: 1em 1.5em; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); max-width: 29em; opacity: 1; z-index: 100; line-height: 1.7; filter: drop-shadow(0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2)); color: #EDEDED; } .error-block { background-color: rgba(255, 0, 48, 0.1); text-align: center; border: none; border-top: solid 3px #B00; border-top-left-radius: 6px; border-top-right-radius: 6px; } table.page-history tbody tr:nth-child(2n) { background: rgba(var(--accent), 0.05); } .owindow { animation: fade 0.5s; } @keyframes fade { 0% { opacity: 0; } 100% { opacity: 1; } } .owindow .button-bar a { border: solid 2px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1); margin: 11px; padding: 0.5em 2em; border-radius: 4px; } .owindow .button-bar a:hover { background-color: var(--link-txt-color); color: var(--link-hover-txt-color); border-radius: 0px; } .owindow .button-bar { padding: 1.2em 1em 1.2em; } .owindow .table { margin-bottom: 1.5rem; } .owindow .title { cursor: default; font-family: var(--head-font); font-weight: 800; font-size: 155%; text-align: center; padding: 0.5em 1em; border-bottom: solid 2px rgba(187, 187, 187, 0.4); background-color: #F7F7F7; } .owindow.owait .content { padding: 0.5em 0.5em 2em; background-image: none; } .owindow.owait .content::after { content: " "; display: block; width: 1.5rem; height: 1.5rem; margin: -0.9rem auto; margin-top: 1rem; animation: loading 1.2s linear infinite; border-top: 0.4rem solid grey; border-right: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-bottom: 0.4rem solid grey; border-left: 0.4rem solid transparent; border-radius: 50%; } @keyframes loading { 0% { transform: rotate(0deg); } 100% { transform: rotate(360deg); } } .owindow.osuccess { padding: 0.5em; } .owindow div.content:nth-child(2)>img:nth-child(1) { margin-right: 1.2rem; margin-top: 1rem; } .odialog-shader { background-color: #262a39; } .btn { transition-duration: 0.15s; } .btn:not(#main-content .btn, #search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]), .btn.btn-primary, div.buttons input, input.button:not(#search-top-box-form input[type="submit"]) { padding: 0.5em; margin: 11px; border-radius: 3px; font-family: var(--ui-font); cursor: pointer; } #edit-cancel-button, #edit-diff-button, #edit-preview-button, #edit-save-draft-button, #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #fff; border: solid 1px #ccc; cursor: pointer; font-family: var(--ui-font); color: #333; padding: 0.5rem 14px; margin: 1px; font-size: 90%; border-radius: 3px; } #edit-cancel-button:hover, #edit-diff-button:hover, #edit-preview-button:hover, #edit-save-draft-button:hover, #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { background-color: #eaeaea; } #edit-save-continue-button, #edit-save-button { background: #dbffd6; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #005a0a; } #edit-save-continue-button:hover, #edit-save-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #0d951c; } #edit-cancel-button { background: #ffe1e1; transition-duration: 0.3s; color: #c52727; } #edit-cancel-button:hover { color: #fff; background: #c5272e; } table.page-history tbody tr { color: #757575; } .fncon { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; line-height: 1.4; border: 2px solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); } .fncon::before { font-size: var(--page-font-size) !important; } .hovertip { border: none !important; box-shadow: 0px 0px 4px rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2); background: #FFF; padding: 3px; max-width: 400px; } input.checkbox, .page-history input, #h-perpage { cursor: pointer; } input, textarea { font-family: var(--ui-font); } #breadcrumbs, .pseudocrumbs { font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; font-family: var(--ui-font); } /* ---- REDUCED MOTION ACCESSIBILITY ---- */ @media (prefers-reduced-motion: reduce) { *, *::before, *::after { animation-duration: .001s !important; animation-iteration-count: 1 !important; transition-duration: .001s !important; } } /* @MEDIA */ @media (max-width: 850px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.4em; } } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } close Info X SCP-6625: A Medium of Communication Author: OliverMemphis Yeah, I know nobody knows. More by this author Welcome, Dr. Memphis. You are currently viewing this file with researcher comments enabled. Item#: SCP-6625 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Each instance of SCP-6625 is to be stored in a standard large object containment chamber, regardless of its actual size. Detailed records must be kept of each instance's changes of form. Inter-Site transfer of SCP-6625 instances for research purposes is forbidden permitted discouraged. Description: SCP-6625 is a blanket designation for objects possessing the following properties: Their physical form can spontaneously change; these changes occur roughly every 12 to 24 hours, and appear to ignore conservation of mass and related laws; Their 'function' (defined in broad terms) remains the same across such transformations. The total number of SCP-6625 instances in existence is unknown, but the Foundation currently retains custody of six. SCP-6625-1 Function: Medium of communication Examples of forms: Papers and notepads (various), dry-erase whiteboard, phonograph record, semaphore flags Notes: In February of 1989, the Foundation received numerous reports regarding a potential new Group of Interest named Holt Office Supplies Ltd (GoI-6625), an anomalous stationery retailer operating from multiple locations in southwest England. Foundation agents successfully purchased a number of items from these branches, and their assorted anomalous properties were later confirmed. They included: A batch of pens whose ink spontaneously changed colour approximately once per minute; A batch of pencils which could write effectively despite containing elemental lead instead of graphite; A block of sticky notes which, if any numeric date was written on them in YYYY-MM-DD format, would immediately lose their adhesive properties once said date had passed; An item which periodically alternated between being a stack of blank paper, a whiteboard, an empty CD, and various other media of communication (later designated SCP-6625-1). Shortly after these discoveries, Site-128 was established for the purposes of monitoring GoI-6625 (alongside other low-level GoI activity in the area), as well as conducting research on the anomalous items procured from it. The Site's efforts in these areas are ongoing. Site-128 is now fully operational, and we've made a lot of progress on studying the items we've got. Unfortunately, trying to shut this GoI down has been less successful; they seem to open a new branch every month or so, but whenever we send a team to raid one, they've completely shuttered the place by the time we get there. Occasionally they're kind enough to leave us a note. This one, for instance, was taped to the front door of the shop we tried last week: To our loyal customer(s), Thank you for shopping with us! Unfortunately, we have had to cease operating at this location, on account of the fact that a bunch of obnoxious joy-suppressing control freaks are attempting to destroy our entire enterprise. We apologise for this inconvenience — however, we are happy to report that we plan to open a new store in ███████, on the 25th of ████████, ████!.Redactions in original. See you* soon! - Holt Office Supplies *note: by 'you' we mean everyone who's not an agent of a soulless iron-fisted truth-suppression conspiracy organisation with more storage space than sense :) We're obviously working on a strategy to deal with this, but the fact that they're a very new GoI means we don’t have a whole lot of operational data to go on right now. For updates on this situation, contact my office. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 27 September 1989 SCP-6625-2 Function: Navigational tool Examples of forms: Magnetic compass, world atlas, GPS, inflatable globe Notes: In April 1992, a team of field agents was sent to search an abandoned public library in Warsaw, following reports of paranormal phenomena. One agent reported observing a folded map of the local area spontaneously transform into a large brass sextant; this item was recovered, and taken to Site-120 for storage and further research. Shortly after its arrival, the item's similarity to the object retrieved from Holt Office Supplies was noted; the SCP-6625 designation was subsequently established to cover both anomalies, as well as any others with similar properties that might be discovered in the future. We're still trying to determine how exactly this thing operates. So far as we can tell, it only ever transforms itself into things that provide some kind of navigational information. It's not always useful information, admittedly — for instance, it recently turned into a map of Istanbul, with a red dot on the Hagia Sophia labelled "YOU ARE NOT HERE" — and the fact that we have no control over its form means its utility is somewhat limited. At any rate, we plan to continue our research into this item's properties. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Researcher, Site-120 4 April 1992 Recommending that the item be transferred to Site-128 for additional research, given that SCP-6625-1 is already in our possession. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 7 April 1992 Recommending that the -1 instance instead be transferred to Site-120, as we have substantially more advanced research facilities than 128. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Researcher, Site-120 8 April 1992 I don't think this would be advisable. We know that, at minimum, instance 1 is connected to the Holt Office Supplies GoI, which currently only operates in the general vicinity of Site-128. It would be useful to determine if instance 2 has a similar connection. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 8 April 1992 SCP-6625-3 Function: Cleaning/purification apparatus Examples of forms: Hand soap, household vacuum cleaner, tanks of fluid used in various acroamatic abatement.The neutralization of anomalous effluence. processes Notes: In October 1997, Area-21 purchased a batch of new janitorial equipment from a company known as Herzogen Ltd. This included a vacuum cleaner, which was brought to the facility and stored in a broom closet without incident. A member of custodial staff later found the vacuum cleaner absent, with a large tank of orichalcum hyperchlorate.Standard acroamatic abatement fluid. in its place. The staff member reported this breach of proper storage procedures to their supervisor; the tank was collected and moved to its proper location, but transformed into a dustpan and brush while in transit. The item was subsequently designated SCP-6625-3, and stored in permanent containment on-Site. Needless to say, an investigation has been opened into this Herzogen company. The fact that they appear to be selling anomalous goods is bad enough; the fact that they sold this item specifically to the Foundation's oldest AcroAbate facility is being treated as a potential information security breach. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 12 October 1997 Considering the similarities to the acquisition of 6625-1, I think it's worth investigating any possible connections between this item and Holt Office Supplies. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 13 October 1997 Good idea. Can you get someone at your Site to send us whatever info you have about that company, and we'll look through it? Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 14 October 1997 I can work on that. In the meantime, I'm wondering if there are research opportunities to be found in transferring this item to the area where HOS is currently operating. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 14 October 1997 None that I can see. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 14 October 1997 SCP-6625-4 Function: [REDACTED] Examples of forms: [REDACTED] Notes: Acquired by Site-106 Procurement and Liquidation in 2001. Currently in custody of Site-17 Area-162 Site-19 [REDACTED]. This isn't helpful. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 11 March 2002 Object Class of SCP-6625 has been updated to Keter. [REDACTED], Containment Specialist, [REDACTED] 23 July 2002 Would anyone care to explain why? Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 26 July 2002 Noting that everyone who has access to this file also has access to the supplementary document that explains what instance -4 is. This has no reason to be marked as redacted. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 28 July 2002 For reference, the supplementary document that Dr. Sterling is referring to contains the following summary: SCP-6625-4 Function: Weapon Examples of forms: Conventional firearms (various), longbow, kitchen knife, explosive devices (various) Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 30 July 2002 Why are we trying to obscure the fact that this thing can turn into a bomb? That seems like important information to include in the main file. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 1 August 2002 Agreed. Removed the relevant redactions, since none of the info under them is actually restricted. I'd like to know why they were there in the first place. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 1 August 2002 Maybe whoever's got the thing right now thinks they'll have better luck getting rid of it if nobody knows what it is. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 1 August 2002 Also, this is clearly not Keter. There is a full year's worth of data recorded for this item, and at no point in that time has it transformed into anything that could do any kind of damage without human usage or intervention. Changed containment class back to Euclid. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 1 August 2002 Reverted containment class to Keter, and restored redactions. [REDACTED], Containment Specialist, [REDACTED] 2 August 2002 WHY Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 3 August 2002 Noting, again, that the nature of SCP-6625-4 is classified Level 3, and the SCP-6625 file as a whole is also classified Level 3. There is no-one to redact this information from, and you are doing nothing but making everyone else's jobs harder. Also noting, again, that the potential for an item to do harm is unrelated to containment difficulty, and the Keter designation should not be applied lightly. If this abuse of the database entry persists, I may move to have the item transferred to a facility that is better-equipped to handle and document it. Please restore these changes, or provide a convincing reason not to do so. Dr. Richard Sterling, Director, Site-128 3 August 2002 The matter is under my purview, and the matter is closed. [REDACTED], Containment Specialist, [REDACTED] 7 August 2002 SCP-6625-5 Function: [unclear] Examples of forms: Tuning fork, vanilla extract bottle, engagement ring, first-edition copy of Gödel, Escher, Bach by Douglas Hofstatder Notes: In February 2006, a large package was delivered to Site-54 in Leipzig; this package was found to contain a stone sculpture resembling a gargoyle. Research conducted on the item found similarities to SCP-6625-1, -2, -3 and -4; it would periodically change its form without any apparent input or trigger, with intervals typically between 12 and 24 hours. A notable difference, however, was that no discernable pattern between its various appearances could be ascertained. In spite of this, the object was tentatively classified SCP-6625-5. Efforts to identify the sender of the package were inconclusive. I have received protests from multiple staff over the addition of this item to the SCP-6625 file. I disagree, for the record — I think the phenomenological similarities are too great for the idea of a relationship between this instance and the others to be discarded — but they do raise an important point. The fact that 6625-5 so clearly defies our expectation of a 'constant function' means one of two things: either our expectation is wrong, or our idea of what constitutes a 'constant function' is insufficiently nuanced. We do not, at this point, have the ability to say. Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 9 April 2006 I'm calling bullshit on this one. The description clearly states that SCP-6625 instances have two defining properties, and this item is outright failing to meet one of them. Not an instance. Give it its own SCP designation, or put it on the minor anomalous items list. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 10 April 2006 Did you actually read any part of my previous note? The spontaneous transformations match those of the other instances near-perfectly; even the time intervals seem to have the same statistical distribution. Either we're wrong about how we're defining 'function', or we've got a totally unrelated object that just happens to spontaneously change shape in the exact same manner as these other four. I find the first one vastly more likely. Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 10 April 2006 Do you have a better definition of 'function' that you'd like us all to start using? Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 10 April 2006 Not as of yet, but we've only had this thing for two months. Research takes time. Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 10 April 2006 What if the item takes its transformational cues from its current location? Area-21 does acroamatic abatement, so they got a tank of abatement fluid. Site-17 is basically designed to give the Ethics Committee a migraine, so they got a potentially highly dangerous weapon. Following that pattern, it makes sense for Site-54 to get an item with the general theme of 'chaos'. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 11 April 2006 Actually not a bad theory. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 12 April 2006 It's an extremely bad theory. We're not chaotic. Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 12 April 2006 Maybe you could send it to 128 and see if anything changes. I'm sure Sterling would absolutely love to have it. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 12 April 2006 Dr. Sterling may have difficulty requisitioning this item, given that he died two years ago. Thank you for your consideration regardless. Dr. Marie Bradley, Director, Site-128 14 April 2006 Also, what's this about "delivered to Site-54"? By who? Did some random person just walk up to the gates with it and say "hey, this seems like the kind of thing you're into"? Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 15 April 2006 I think you're joking, but that's actually not far off. As far as our cameras can tell, someone literally threw it over the wall and ran away. Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 15 April 2006 But sure, you're not the chaos Site. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 15 April 2006 It sounds as though you have a security problem. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 16 April 2006 Yes, obviously it's a security problem. We're working on it. Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 16 April 2006 SCP-6625-6 Function: Ignition agent Examples of forms: Box of matches, cigarette lighter, explosive devices (various) Notes: Acquired by Site-106 Procurement and Liquidation in 2009, and remains in the custody of this facility. Oh, great. Two things that can turn into bombs. Maybe someone's trying to send us a message. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 18 March 2009 We bought these things from two different people at two different garage sales in completely different parts of the United States, eight years apart. If this is someone sending a message, they've got a funny way of doing it. Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 20 March 2009 How come this one's safe to keep at 106's warehouse, but the other one wasn't? Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 21 March 2009 We didn't get rid of the weapon one because it was unsafe, we got rid of it because 17 asked us to transfer it to them. Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 21 March 2009 "Sending anomalous weaponry to Site-17 because they asked nicely for it" might be the single worst policy I've ever heard. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 21 March 2009 106 isn't really a research site, so we figured it made sense to send the thing somewhere that was. Not our fault they decided to blackbox the entire entry. Speaking of research, are there any updates from any other Sites on this file? Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 21 March 2009 We've got plenty of data, but still very little understanding of why these things do what they do, or where they came from. Holt Office Supplies and Herzogen Ltd. don't actually exist any more, either — they shut down completely in '04 and '08 respectively. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 21 March 2009 Not long after we discovered instance -2, we found that it gives off really weird Hume readings (there's a supplementary report attached to this file), but we're fairly sure that's just a side effect of its properties. As for the items' origin, though, we've got nothing. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 23 March 2009 Yeah, we ran the same Hume tests on our instance and got pretty similar results. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 23 March 2009 So did we. Is that enough proof that -5 is actually a 6625 instance and not just an unrelated item with vaguely similar properties, Zach? Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 24 March 2009 Still not convinced. If it's just a side effect of the properties like Kaufmann thinks, then an unrelated item would give the same readings. What about the other instances? 106, 128, and whoever the hell has the weapon one right now? Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 25 March 2009 I don't think Site-106 actually has a working Hume meter. Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 27 March 2009 1) It's called a Kant counter, and 2) how the hell do you not have one? Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 27 March 2009 We don't appear to have that data on file, and at any rate 6625 isn't a high research priority for us right now. Dr. Marie Bradley, Director, Site-128 28 March 2009 You don't have any high research priorities. Site-128 was set up to monitor a GoI that literally doesn't exist any more, and it's got a grand total of twelve research staff. Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 28 March 2009 Echoing my previous recommendation that 6625-1 be transferred to Site-120 for further study. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 28 March 2009 Who changed the Object Class to Euclid? Reverting it to Keter. [REDACTED], Containment Specialist, [REDACTED] 30 March 2009 IT'S NOT KETER. Show me the operational data that says we can't just lock it in a big box and leave it alone. Show me the records of it ever becoming animate or autonomous. Reverted to Euclid, and honestly there's a good case for it being Safe. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 30 March 2009 So just to confirm: we know about as much about the actual origin of these things as we did twenty years ago? Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 31 March 2009 Yes, and I'll remind you that you've been involved for eight of those years. Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 2 April 2009 Not really "involved". We had instance 4 in containment at 106 for less than a week. Again, we're not a research site. Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 3 April 2009 Then why are you in the researcher comments? Dr. Samira Golzar, Head of Research, Site-54 3 April 2009 If 106 is not a research site, would it be willing to transfer this new instance to a facility that actually is one? Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 4 April 2009 If you wanted to send it to us, we'd be open to that. [REDACTED], Containment Specialist, [REDACTED] 4 April 2009 Send it where? I don't know where Site-Redacted is. Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 5 April 2009 If you're going to send it anywhere at all, I'd recommend us. Area-21's not intended to deal with this kind of anomaly, 128 is useless, 54 is a disaster factory, and for all we know Dr. Redacted could be employed on the Moon. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 5 April 2009 We've been successfully containing 6625-3 for the last twelve years. But sure, we're "not intended to deal with this kind of anomaly". Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 6 April 2009 I'm just saying, you're primarily an AcroAbate Site, not a research Site. Dr. Mark Kaufmann, Research Lead, Site-120 6 April 2009 And you're primarily a wizard tower, not a containment facility. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 6 April 2009 Is this discourse helping? Noel Burgum, Head of Sourcing & Containment, Site-106 7 April 2009 Nothing is helping, Noel. Nobody's made any meaningful progress on these damn things in two decades, and the more of them we find, the less we understand them. No-one's got a fucking clue, because it turns out that trying to coordinate a research project between an Austrian chemical plant, a Floridian warehouse, a bunch of thaumaturges in Poland, a garden shed in the English countryside, an imminent catastrophe in the shape of an R&C site, and a mystery-box facility with a giant crate of black redaction markers, doesn't actually fucking work. Dr. Zachary Lucero, Senior Researcher, Area-21 7 April 2009 Okay, I have questions. First off, who is the researcher of note on this item? Dr. Oliver Memphis, Acting Director, Site-128 5 August 2016 Hello? Is anyone here? Dr. Oliver Memphis, Acting Director, Site-128 7 August 2016 Alright, fine. Let the record show that I'm only editing this file without permission because I have absolutely no idea who I'm supposed to get permission from. Dr. Oliver Memphis, Acting Director, Site-128 10 August 2016 Update: On 3 August 2016, SCP-6625-1 was destroyed in an attack on Site-128. Its last known form was a blank notebook; it is believed to have been neutralised by an incendiary bomb. A subsequent Overwatch review recommended the immediate closure of Site-128, citing: The prohibitive cost of repairing the building after the attack; The general inadequacy of the Site's security measures and other equipment; The complete lack of any notable research conducted or published by the Site since 2008; Decommissioning of the facility is ongoing. Everything about this is a clusterfuck. Dr. Oliver Memphis, Acting Director, Site-128 10 August 2016 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6625" by OliverMemphis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6625. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-6626 | euclid | Item#: 6626 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-6626 (picture taken during initial containment operation) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6626's own cognitοhazardous effects negate the need for active containment or information suppression procedures. It has been publicly identified as the "Chapel of Heavenly Ladder", an artwork by Foundation Front "Artists United for Faith", and all witnesses of past anomalous events have been amnesticized and given new identities. A security fence is erected around the Monastery's garden, and security cameras monitor the perimeter at all times. Passive pressure sensors line the perimeter of SCP-6626 and security personnel must be on standby to deter possible trespassing attempts at all times. Description: SCP-6626 is a 18’6″ x 23′ x 23′ building made of 7cm thick steel plates welded together and supported by a structure of interconnected steel beams. It is located in the garden of the Lazarists Monastery in the Stavroupoli1 region of Thessaloniki, Greece. A door is located in the north side of the building, which is decorated with multiple crosses of varying size and shape. This decoration is only present in the North side of the building. Inside the building, there is a stone well, dubbed SCP-6626-1 whose opening descends 13 meters below the ground. At its bottom there is a small puddle of extremely clear water2 which has been found to partially replicate SCP-500's effects. A single roughly carved wooden cross decorates the handle of the well. Next to the well is the main feature of the building, a 13 meter long pinewood ladder dubbed SCP-6626-2. The ladder ascends through a 70×70cm opening on the top of the building, and appears to be suspended on the air. No connection point exists between the walls and the ladder, with the exception of the floor. When an individual climbs the ladder, they will begin experiencing a feeling of unease, which will gradually shift to an experience generally described by test subjects as "euphoria". Once a subject reaches the top of the ladder, all contact with the outside world will cease and the subject will have effectively vanished, having entered a pocket dimension identified as 6626-3. Immediately following the vanishing, water of equivalent volume to the subject's mass will disappear from the puddle within SCP-6626-1. This effect will however deteriorate or cease altogether if [REDACTED]. It is however possible for a subject to communicate with Foundation personnel after this Event. At seemingly random times, personnel present in the containment zone will be aware of one or multiple entities present, which identify themselves as the test subjects and describe their experience "on the other side"3 This experience is always described as pleasuring and fulfilling, and all test subjects have so far directly referred to SCP-6626-3 with multiple names that identify the afterlife of positively faithful subjects of their own religion (heaven). BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following information is Level 4/6626 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6626 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6626's entrance must be sealed at all times. No personnel are to enter the building, and all individuals attempting to climb the staircase must be stopped before they reach the top. Observation of the volume of water inside SCP-6626-1 is of paramount importance and in the event of a containment breach (an individual managing to ascend to the top of SCP-6626-2) the puddle is to be immediately refilled with Holy Water (blessed by an ordained priest of any religion but of rank at least equivalent to a Catholic cardinal), if need be, until it reaches its original volume. In the event of continuous containment breaches, additional measures are to be implemented to counter SCP-6626's manifesting cognitihazardous effects and all sites housing anomalies associated with [REDACTED] are to be in active stand by for containment breaches. The public should be led to believe that SCP-6626-2 is a ladder to an afterlife for positively faithful subjects of their own religion (heaven/paradise/etc.) by any means necessary. Any and all information regarding SCP-6626's adverse effects is to be restricted to personnel with a Level 4 and higher security clearence. Alteration of the SCP file for Levels 1-3 is authorized for this purpose. Under no circumstances is lethal action to be taken in Monastery grounds. Additional information for LEVEL 4 PERSONNEL ONLY: Addendum 6626-A - Incident Reports Alpha 1 to Beta 6 INCIDENT DESCRIPTION ENTITY FOLLOW UP PRECEDED BY TEST No. Security guard stationed outside SCP-6626 reports listening to an unknown entity claiming that "it is very happy and doesn't miss the old world" D-1259 Entity disappears before researchers arrive on site. Security guard interviewed and amnesticized Alpha 1 Foundation personnel stationed outside SCP-6626 report that an unknown entity invited them to join them "in paradise" followed by a lengthy description of idyllic flower-filled fields. Reported to be "strongly compelled" to at least "take a peek". D-2004 Entity disappears before researchers arrive on site. All personnel involved in the incident amnesticized and reassigned. Alpha 12 Bright light appears above the staircase, in the presumed entrance of the pocket dimension. Clearly human face is seen smiling and waving to distressed non-Foundation bystanders. D-1699 Witnesses detained and amnesticized. Expressed strong desire to try and "join the happy man on the sky". Water vanished from within SCP-6626-2 is found to be half of D-1699's mass Alpha 20 Humanoid entity descends from staircase and makes contact with stationed security guards outside SCP-6626. Guards follow the entity inside SCP-6626 and ascend the ladder, disappearing inside SCP-6626-2 D-5631 Recontainment personnel unable to re-establish contact with the vanished guards. Additional security measures implemented due to the increase in the frequency between Events. The volume of water vanishing from SCP-6626-3 is observed to be half of D-5631 and the security guards' masses combined Alpha 25 Loud voice announces that "heaven is open". Voice is heard around the entire city block D-1005 Distressed citizens gather in the Monastery grounds, and demand an explanation from Foundation personnel. Several elderly citizens attempt to access SCP-6626, and are forcibly detained by security guards. Subjects demonstrate a strong resistance to amnestics. No water vanishes from within SCP-6626-3 Alpha 28 SCP-2317's sixth chain is broken. D-1029 [REDACTED] Alpha 29 Following Incident Alpha 29, SCP-6626 has been reclassified as Keter, and extensive additional research has been ordered. Any and all gathered data regarding SCP-6626 is to be reviewed and no further tests are to be conducted. Under no circumstances are any more persons to be allowed to enter SCP-6626-2. Addendum 6626-B - Spatial Topography notes By: Dr. McCain […] It quickly became evident that SCP-6626's spatial topography was off, to say the least. Even since the first experiment, a multitude of sensor malfunctions accompanied each test subject's exposure to SCP-6626-2. The compass attached to the subject severely malfunctioned, and the altimeter displayed negative values, which further deteriorated as the test subject was climbing the staircase. These effects, confirmed by further tests, pointed to a unique alteration in SCP-6626's alignment towards the horizon. I currently believe that SCP-6626 is subject to a reversed universal position, ie. it is suspended from the sky as opposed to pointing towards it. That would explain the readings of the sensors during our D-class' climbs; instead of climbing towards the sky, they were descending down to earth. This, combined with the atmospheric sensors' malfunction during the tests, could mean that the "surface" of the earth, in SCP-6626's inverted spatial topography roughly correlates with the top of the cube. Therefore, when a person climbs through the roof of the cube, they're essentially literally descending into the earth. That could explain the vanishing of the D-class, as well as the fact that they're still able to communicate. Could they be buried in a pocket dimension underneath the ground? But then, what about the fact that we saw them climbing? Optical illusion? I believe that more research is required in order to [remainder of the topographic report is ommited] Addendum 6626-C - Diary of Father Leonardo Sicarie Background: Following the extensive research ordered by Site Director D. Rogers, a diary was discovered in the Monastery's archives, containing the memories of Father Leonardo Sicarie, the founder and first priest of the Lazarists Monastery. The following is the last entries to the diary, translated from Latin. Dec 21, 1876 I have finally arrived to the great city of Salonika. Such a beautiful place, full of peoples of every race. One of the very few places I have seen in my trip where Turks interact peacefully with the Greeks. I feel like I'm in the center of humanity here, where in every stroll in the Port one can hear around them all the languages known to man. I believe that my work here will be fruitious. Bless the Lord. Dec 24, 1876 Building has began, and I have now officially moved to my new temporary residency in the valley next to the work site. Locals call this place the Valley of the Cross, and it is a fitting name. From the very first moment I stepped my foot outside the cab, I felt the Lord's presence around and inside me. Flowers seem to bloom everywhere I look at, and there's a bizzare joy filling the air even in the cold nights of December. Bless the Lord, for I feel that I am exactly where I needed to be. Dec 25, 1876 I know not how to explain, but I know what to feel. The Lord has appeared to me in a vision on this day of his Son's Birth. He has showed me my mission, the higher calling He wishes me to answer. This Valley has indeed been chosen, and I am but the messenger to the world. As Joseph was a carpenter and built the staircase for the Son to come to the world, I too shall be a carpenter and make the staircase for the Human to climb to His grace. This has been my calling. This is the mission I see clear as Heaven's Light. Jan 1, 1877 The ladder has been finished,just in time for a new year and a new beginning. It is a magnificent sight, standing alone in the middle of the Valley, unsupported by Human means, as if it's hanging directly from the Sky. The workers have abandoned the construction of the Monastery and have gathered around the ladder, praising the Lord and me, His Chosen messenger. I know that they, like me, feel His might and see His light all around us. Jan 6, 1877 A beautiful miracle occurred today. An old woman was carried to my residence this morning, by her grieving children, who brought her here all the way from Salonika. I know not how they found out about our holy work here, since we haven't had any visitors from the city, and the only ones that know about it are our local workers. Sick and deathly she was, when they kneeled on my door and begged me to allow her to join her Father in the Sky. I had not thought of the ladder in the most litteral sense until that time, however it occurred to me that they were right. The full magnificense and Divinity of His plan finally became apparent. He wanted His children to join Him in his home, in our home in the sky. He wanted me to set the way for them to climb to Him. Astonished, I helped Katrina's children carry her to the ladder, and lifted her to the first step. Our worries of how we would be able to help her reach the top vanished, when, miraculously, she lifted her head, opened her eyes, and with a smile in her old face she started climbing. We all fell to the ground and started praising His name, and we barely got a glimpse of her dress disappearing as she reached the top of the stairs. And then, O Lord Your works, her voice, sounding as if she was young and healthy again, called to us from the tops, thanking us for allowing her to go to her Father, saying her goodbyes to her children. Bless the Lord. Jan 9, 1877 Word of the ladder has reached the city, and people from around the Valley and from Salonika have gathered in the field to watch. They have set up tents around the staircase, praying and singing hymns all day…what a miracle, to listen to these voices of Muslims, Jews, Orthodox, all singing our Catholic hymns in harmony. I have never seen anything like that, but the Lord works in mysterious ways. Then, one by one, they will hear the lord's calling and rush to the ladder, only to disappear on the top, with their voice soon filling the air and calling to others to join them as well. Miraculous. Jan 12, 1877 I know not how to explain, but I know what to feel. Sheer terror has filled the Valley, and the authorities at Salonika are panicking. One hundred and thirty five people have thus far climbed the ladder to escape to the sky, and one hundred and thirty five voices are singing in the sky. Figures descend from the heavenly staircase every day, to drag others with them. People from the city are still rushing to the field to find their salvation, but I am not so sure about the wisdom of it anymore. What have I done? What has He done? Is this His will? Jan 13, 1877 I have made a terrible mistake Not the Lord I've brought here, but the bottom of the hell I dug a well today, a hole to the sky. I finally found the mistake I'd made, the ladder didn't lead up top, it lead to belowThey wouldn't let me finish. I reached the water and felt His True Light for the first time since I arrived here. Oh how I was deceived! How different it feels than the false god that was whispering in my ears all this time! Everything was wrong, everything was [TEXT DAMAGED] I made a rough cross and placed it on the well, they won't dare Bless our Lord. I am finally ascending. Addendum 6626-D - Inscription found at the bottom of the cube during the extended additional research Once a human Once impure Heaven's promise Calls upon you False idols, and so beware Sometimes your sacrifice Allows darker ones to come through A soul is always exchanged with another. And heaven's light was always nothing more than the darkness' cover. Footnotes 1. "City of the Cross" in Greek. 2. Measured at 0.002 NTU (Nephelometric Turbidity Units) 3. 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SCP-6627 | euclid | N/A ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-6627 Earliest photograph of SCP-6627 recovered from within. Identical to its present state. Special Containment Procedures: All geological evidence and video recordings of SCP-6627’s sudden arrival at its present location has been confiscated. SCP-6627 is maintained as private property under the guise of having once been a mining facility. Public access is forbidden; any intruders are to be amnesticized appropriately. The main office located on the top floor of SCP-6627 is currently locked. Entry pending O5 approval. Description: SCP-6627 is a large industrial building containing machinery built for producing various toy products. The lobby is decorated with numerous framed photographs as part of a company timeline of SCP-6627. Pictures displayed show SCP-6627's increasing success over >100 years, with its later depictions being significantly larger, including additional extensions, and similarly built manufacturing complexes having been constructed throughout various countries. Investigation has led to three possible theories regarding SCP-6627’s origin: 1. SCP-6627 manifested in its current location, [REDACTED] through the use of reverse trans-dimensional travel, tethering itself to a location identical to where it had been previously in its original reality. 2. An event or series of events in the past were altered/undone to bring SCP-6627 into existence. 3. SCP-6627 had existed at some point in the past, only to be removed through unknown means. Whatever method was used has been revised through some unknown process. Internal schematics of machinery within SCP-6627 prove the building to function anomalously, although a suitable power supply has yet to be found. It is theorised that upon reinstallation of such a device, SCP-6627 would produce toy products indefinitely. Using the material composition of toy samples found within SCP-6627 as a basis, it is believed that prior to its relocation, SCP-6627’s primary means of creating products included legally prohibited ingredients such as [DATA EXPUNGED]. If returned to a functional state, the annual raw material input required for SCP-6627 would be equivalent to triple the world's current population. Within SCP-6627’s central room is a supply elevator that leads 75m underground before abruptly cutting off. The tunnels purpose has not been discovered. Testing Log: To determine the anomalous nature of toys produced by SCP-6627, D-Class personnel were introduced to various items recovered from within the anomaly. Results are as follows: Access Testing Log Close Log Subject: D-66275 Instance: An aged teddybear recovered from a puddle of brown water Results: Despite showing no initial interest, D-66275 expressed joy upon being given the teddybear. Subject refused to return it for several hours, until personnel attempted to forcibly remove it from them. When attempting to do so, a thick layer of rust was found to have coated the subject's chest where they had been embracing the toy. D-66275 was kept under surveillance for one month, over the period of which the rust gradually enveloped their entire body. All the while, the subject did not attempt to let go of it, despite physical flaking of their skin due to the rust spreading further. D-66275 was eventually converted entirely into a rusted metallic mass, their only remaining feature being the face expressing a wide grin. Subject: D-66278 Instance: A porcelain doll in a tattered dress. Instance secretes brown water from its mouth despite no internal mechanism allowing it to. Results: Subject interacted with the doll for several minutes, expressing great disinterest. Upon sampling the brown water dripping from the dolls mouth, D-66278's mood heightened and they began playing with the doll. Subject requested nourishment for themselves and the doll to eat, which was denied. In response, the subject began tearing off pieces of their own uniform, chewing on them and inserting smaller pieces into the doll's mouth. This continued until an identical brown liquid started to secrete from the subject's own mouth, whereupon they began chewing off and swallowing their own fingernails, causing a metallic rust-like substance to coat the areas on their body it had dampened. D-66278 continued biting off portions of their body, causing additional rust to spread across themselves and break off after becoming extremely brittle. The subject continued this behaviour, while periodically feeding pieces of themselves to the doll, despite the amount exceeding that which its physical proportions should have allowed. The subject did not cease feeding the doll until all mass below their neck had been either consumed or had broken off. The subject's head however continued rotating on the test chamber floor for several minutes before eventually rusting over completely, in an attempt to bite off and ingest its own lower-lip and jaw. Subject: D-66279 Instance: A metal silver marionette resembling a clown. Instance lacked a wooden handle, instead requiring subjects to tie the individual strings to their fingers. Results: D-66279 was instructed to perform a show for several other D-Class personnel using the marionette. The subject made the marionette dance, which was received positively from those watching. The subject continued the show as the audience demanded to see more, making the marionette mimic several acrobatic tricks. Of note, D-66279 had no prior experience in puppeteering. Despite this, they were able to make the marionette perform a multitude of actions considered to be expert-level. The audience continued applauding and began laughing uproariously. Dr. Lane who was supervising instructed D-66279 to continue beyond the designated testing time period. The subject continued performing, beginning to laugh continuously until the marionette appeared to move several seconds before they pulled on its strings. The marionette began moving on its own, with D-66279 mimicking it simultaneously. The marionette grasped either side of its head with its hands, as did D-66279. The marionette then twisted its head 180 degrees, causing D-66279 to snap their own neck and fall deceased to the floor. The marionette reeled the corpse in towards itself using its own strings. The body visibly shrank, becoming metallic in composition until it was small enough for the marionette to puppeteer. Testing was immediately shutdown when Dr. Lane was noticed to start mimicking the moves of the puppet which the marionette was now controlling. Dr. Lane was found deceased several hours following the test. Autopsy revealed rust coating Dr. Lane's frontal lobe. Addendum.1: Geological inconsistencies between SCP-6627 and its location have been discovered. It is now believed that SCP-6627 may have only arrived in an area nearby its initial location prior to manifestation. Taking into account the amount of power required to run SCP-6627, the nature of its technology, and prominent areas within range, this suggests the use of an advanced geothermal generator. UPDATED DOCUMENTATION - O5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED ACCESS GRANTED - WELCOME O5-04, O5-11 Update: Following authorisation, the main office of SCP-6627 was accessed. Within was found a humanoid skeleton dressed in a two-piece suit composed of two halves split down the middle; the left side being solid black, and the right side deep-purple. The left side of the skull was coated in a thick layer of metallic rust. The corpse was found lying on the floor behind the office's table. Within one of its drawers was the following document: Wow! It’s time to start once more. Let’s do it again, shall we old friend? Yes, let us. And so will wondrous industrialism spread across all iterations. After popular demand, we've brought back a brand new set of Little Misters, a limited edition collection from Dr. Wondertainment! Isn't that fun? Find them all and become the Brand New Mr. Collector! 00. Mr. Prologue 01. Mr. Dark 02. Mr. Remembrance 03. Mr. Toxic 04. Mr. Collector 05. Mx. Voltage 06. ██. Gears 07. Mr. Memory 08. Mr. Nobody 09. Mr. Brainy 10. Ms. Seraph 11. Mr. Chronal and Mr. Dimension ✔ 12. Mr. Fish 13. Mr. Epilogue 14. Mr. Redd (Discontinued) |
SCP-6628 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6628 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6628-1 has been moved to a storage room within Site-19. Requests to study SCP-6628-1 should be made to the desk of the director of Site-19. No further procedures are considered necessary. Investigation into SCP-6628's kidnapping ceased on 2/28/1981. +Archived Containment Procedures+ -Close Procedures- Archival Date: 2/30/1981 A fenced perimeter surrounding the maximum range of SCP-6628 appearances is to be established, with the perimeter increasing as the maximum range increases. Traffic surrounding the perimeter is to be rerouted in order to prevent vehicles from passing through the perimeter after it increases to incorporate roadways, with similar measures being taken should it reach more populated areas. A team has been assigned to the home of SCP-6628 in order to study SCP-6628 and maintain its perimeter. This has been designated Provisional Site 223. At the time of writing, the current perimeter distance is 60m horizontally from SCP-6628-1 and currently incorporates SCP-6628-1, James Brown's residence, the majority of the surrounding cornfields, and a small access road. Stories of SCP-6628 appearances are to be written off as ghost stories and myths. Description: SCP-6628 was James Brown, a 22-year-old man from Sternwheeler Springs, Colorado. Originally, SCP-6628 was declared a missing person on 7/18/1980. However, it was discovered that SCP-6628 had become trapped in SCP-6628-1 as part of its anomalous thaumaturgical effect. On 2/12/1981, SCP-6628-1 was neutralized by two members of GoI-6647 (M.O.M.) who ceased the thaumaturgical process and kidnapped SCP-6628. SCP-6628-1 is a 2m X 2.5m X 7m device constructed of scrap metals and miscellaneous wiring, with a single broken window built into a door leading to an interior chamber. The device is large enough for a single person to stand within the chamber. The interior chamber contains a CRT monitor and an electric typewriter mounted to the back wall. Prior to neutralization, SCP-6628-1 had captured SCP-6628 within a temporal anomaly, causing him to shift back and forth between various time periods seemingly at random, leading to the belief that SCP-6628 functioned as an uncontrollable "time machine." For archival purposes, the description of SCP-6628 prior to its neutralization has been included below. +Archived Description+ -Close Archive- Archival Date: 5/14/1981 SCP-6628 is an incorporeal entity that manifests for 10-15 seconds at a time within a certain range surrounding SCP-6628-1. After this period, SCP-6628 will demanifest for anywhere between 30 seconds to 96 hours. The range in which it can appear increases by approximately 5m every 2 weeks. SCP-6628 cannot be interacted with, as all attempts to physically touch the entity result in the subject phasing through it and the entity does not respond to other sensory stimuli. SCP-6628 manifests as a replica of James Brown, a 22-year-old man from Sternwheeler Springs, Colorado, who was reported missing on 7/18/1980. Although SCP-6628's person does not change between appearances, SCP-6628's clothing is shown to vary immensely. The clothes worn by SCP-6628 will change to match the popular styles of various periods in history, including some which are hypothesized to originate from periods in the future. SCP-6628 appears standing in a position indicating that it has just thrown an object with great force. SCP-6628's facial expression indicates that it is in extreme emotional distress. SCP-6628-1 is a 2m X 2.5m X 7m device located within the basement of Brown's residence. The device appears to be constructed of scrap metals and wiring taken from the house itself, with a single broken window built into a door leading to an interior chamber. The device is large enough for a single person to stand within the chamber. The interior chamber contains a CRT monitor and an electric typewriter mounted to the back wall, presumably functioning as the device's controls. What the device does, if anything, is unknown. SCP-6628-1 cannot be altered or moved in any way. Attempts to open the chamber door or move the device have all failed. A crescent wrench is lodged in the window of the chamber door, with the wrench and broken glass suspended in the air. Carved into the side of the wrench is a series of thaumaturgical symbols, causing the wrench to emit a Hume level of 100.65.1 Addendum 6628-1: Interview Logs ► Interview Log 01 ▼ Close Log Interviewer: Dr. Connors, Junior Researcher Patra Interviewee: Clarissa O'Neil Date: 8/22/1980 Begin Log Dr. Connors: Hello, Clarissa. Do you know why you're here? O'Neil: I mean, the last interview was about Jimmy. Sorry, am I on tape? Dr. Connors: Oh, yes. Should've mentioned, this is my partner, Junior Detective… Smith. They're shadowing me as part of their orientation and recording this on video, I hope you don't mind. Say hi, Smith! J.R. Patra: ..hm? Oh! Yes, Smith, that's me! Hi! O'Neil: ..right. I guess that's fine. Dr. Connors: So, what was the nature of your relationship with Mr. Brown? O'Neil: I- look, I've had to sit through a lot of police interviews by now. Just, call him James, or Jimmy, please? The formalities are getting tiring. Dr. Connors: Of course. What was your relationship like with James? O'Neil: I mean, I was his girlfriend for a while, so… Dr. Connors: How long would you say you were together? O'Neil: I don't know, four years? No, wait, I told the police five… Dr. Connors: Do you not remember? O'Neil: I really didn't keep track. Dr. Connors: How steady wa- O'Neil: Look, I know you mean well, but before you ask, I'm just gonna lay it all out on the table so I can get out of here and never think about this again. Okay? Dr. Connors: Please, go ahead. O'Neil: Jimmy was a standup guy, but he was never around. He was always down in that basement or cellar or whatever of his, smacking something with a hammer or welding something together. He just wasn't there for me. We went on dates a lot, and he hugged me and kissed me enough and all the things I guess you're supposed to do but his mind was always off elsewhere, still shoving pieces of scraps together. It just… makes a girl feel unappreciated. O'Neil turns her head and looks at J.R. Patra. O'Neil: You know what I mean? J.R. Patra nods. O'Neil looks back at Dr. Connors. O'Neil: To cut to the chase, Charlie, my neighbor, comes by one day with a letter. Some odd bill the mailman put in the wrong box. Neither of us had anything going on that day so I invite him in, and… y'know. One thing leads to another. Dr. Connors: Sure, sure. O'Neil: Anyway, one night Charlie invites me to the drive-in. I asked Jimmy if he wanted to go with me but he says no, he's got plans with Mikey. Something happens and he ends up going with Mikey to the drive-in anyway and on his way to the concessions, he catches me sucking Charlie's dick in his red pickup. I kind of expected him to get mad or cry or something but he just kinda looked droopy and tired like he always does, except a little more hurt, and he kept on walking. I tried to run out to his car and tell him I was sorry but he just didn't even seem to hear it. Just kept saying "alright, okay" and things like that. I guess my heart wasn't really in it either. But y'know? I don't feel bad. I really don't. I'm doing the things that I gotta do, and that's all that's important. Dr. Connors:…I see. Um… Dr. Connors clears his throat. Dr. Connors: Do you know what sort of projects James was working on at the time? O'Neil: Not really. I hardly ever went down there with him. That basement is damp and littered with booze. Could ask Mikey though, I guess. Dr. Connors: Mikey? O'Neil: Sorry, Michael Lampert. Jimmy's only friend, really. Dr. Connors: Well, thank you for your time. If you'll just wait outside for a minute or two, then you'll be free to leave. O'Neil: Sure, I guess. O'Neil leaves the room. Dr. Connors gestures for J.R. Patra to sit in the interviewee's chair, and she does so. Dr. Connors: So, did that seem easy enough? J.R. Patra: Well, it was some very simple questions, and the interviewee really led the conversation… Dr. Connors: Did they? Or did I let them feel like they were leading? Sometimes, the best way to get the most information is to let the interviewee feel like they're handling it. In this case, the interviewee was inclined to keep speaking, although I very easily could have interrupted with another question at any time. J.R. Patra: But interrupting people is rude, isn't it? Dr. Connors: In most cases, yes, but in this case, it can keep them on topic and helps them relay more useful information. Or, in some cases, it can be used to catch them in a lie, or simply to break their train of thought or any myriad of things. It's a verbal tool, really. J.R. Patra writes something in her notebook. Dr. Connors: Any other questions? J.R. Patra shakes her head. Dr. Connors opens his briefcase and removes a Class-A amnestic syringe, then hands it to J.R. Patra. Dr. Connors: I think I'll let you take a crack at amnestizing her, then we'll go visit this Mikey guy. End Log ► Interview Log 02 ▼ Close Log Interviewer: Dr. Connors, Junior Researcher Patra Interviewee: Michael Lampert Date: 8/22/1980 Begin Log Dr. Connors: Hello, Michael. Do you know why you're here? Lampert: This is about Jimmy, isn't it? I already told the police, it wasn't my fault. I don't know what more you'd want from me. Dr. Connors: Actually, we're not with the police. We're from a private detective agency. Lampert: Oh. This feels unusually formal for a P.I. Dr. Connors: What was your relationship like with Mr. Brown? Lampert: We were best friends, but, y'know, that wasn't saying a lot when it came to Jimmy. Dr. Connors: How do you mean? Lampert: Well Jimmy never had many friends. In Highschool, it was me, the Jacksons, Karl, and Clarissa. I'm sure you heard about him and Clarissa. Dr. Connors: We did. Lampert: Yeah. The Jacksons went off to college in Virginia and Karl's mom died so he went to live with his dad in… Indiana, I think it was. So it was just me and Clarissa. Dr. Connors: I take it the break-up hit him pretty hard? Lampert: You don't know the half of it. He was usually pretty quiet but he went full-time hermit for a while there. Dr. Connors: Can you elaborate? Lampert: Um… well, he didn't reach out to me for a few months. I didn't notice for a while but one day I realized we hadn't talked in too long so I drop by his place and knock on the door and yell at him to come out. Dr. Connors: How did you know he'd be at home? Lampert: He was always home, that's just how he is. Not a very social animal. He comes to the door and his hair's all messy and greasy and it looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. He looked like a train ran him over, frankly. Oh, and between you and me, he didn't smell great either. Dr. Connors: Sounds like a shock to the senses. Lampert: It was. I ask him if I can come in and he just kinda steps away from the door and gestures to the living room. I tried to chat with him but he wasn't particularly interested in talking. One-word answers for everything. Eventually, I ask him if he's working on anything new and his eyes light up. Takes me down to the basement and there's this massive metal box along the back wall. Big thing, made out of scrap materials, and… well now that I think about it, some of it was probably taken from random materials around the house. I could be misremembering but he was missing a lot of furniture that day. Dr. Connors: Did he say anything about the project? Lampert: He said it would let him fix his mistakes, get her back. I don't know how, it definitely wasn't gonna woo her. Frankly, I should've guessed it was meant to be a time machine. Had that science fiction look to it. I mean, part of me knows that stuff's not real, but- Dr. Connors: What did you do after you saw it? Lampert: We went back upstairs. I asked him if he had any plans coming up and of course, he said he was busy all century so I told him there was a magic show coming up at Buell Theater. Dr. Connors: Why a magic show? Lampert: I'm a stage nut, but he doesn't care for plays too much, so magic shows are kind of good middle ground. It was more just an excuse to get him out of the house than anything else. Dr. Connors: I see. Did he show up for it? Lampert: Actually, he did, dressed to the nines even. Showered, cleaned. Was unusual. Dr. Connors: How did the show go? Lampert: Show was fine, y'know. It wasn't anything terribly special, but the magician was charismatic and entertaining. Jimmy and i went to meet him after the show. Was a real nice guy, if not a little… eccentric? Dr. Connors: How so? Lampert: Well… Jimmy asks him to put his autograph on this wrench he's got. Dr. Connors: He brought a wrench to a magic show? Lampert: I think it was his dad's. His dad liked building stuff too, gave him a bunch of tools before he died. I never saw Jimmy without at least one of them on his person, even in high school. Dr. Connors: I see. Please continue. Lampert: Right, so, the magician looks at him and goes… it was something like "you look like you've had a hard day. Come to the back with me, I can get you more than an autograph." So Jimmy looks at me and I just shrug and tell him, y'know, "alright, I'll be at the bar." Dr. Connors: Did Jimmy ever tell you what happened with him? Lampert: What, like what they talked about? No. He said they chatted for a while, made some kind of deal, and the magician wrote some odd scribblings on his wrench but that was all. He didn't want to give me specifics. He got mad when I tried to ask what the deal was so I just decided to not think about it too hard. Dr. Connors: What did you do afterward? Lampert: Uh, dropped him off, went home. Fell asleep on the couch? Dr. Connors: Was this the last time you saw Mr. Brown? Lampert sighs and holds his face in his hands. Lampert: No, it wasn't. Last time I saw him was… you'll think I'm crazy, but I swear, I saw his ghost standing out in the field around his house. Looked almost exactly the way he did when he vanished, though he was dressed kind of funny. Dr. Connors: Vanished? Lampert: Oh god, you're gonna make me talk about this again. Dr. Connors: I'm sorry if this is upsetting, but I do need to know. Lampert rubs his eyes. Lampert: No, no, I understand. I just… ugh. Okay. Jimmy invites me over. Takes me into the basement, and tells me the big thing down there is finally finished. I say okay, just to… y'know… god, what's the word..? Dr. Connors: Humor him? Lampert: Yeah, thanks. He finally tells me it's a time machine. I tell him "alright, go back in time and get me ice cream from the shop that closed two years ago" and he actually opens the door and steps inside like he's gonna do it. He punches in a few keys on the typewriter in there and looks up at the tv screen. But, y'know, there's not anything on it. It's not plugged into anything, the cord was still dangling from the monitor. He tries it again and I try to tell him, y'know, it's not plugged in, but I think he couldn't hear me through the door. Presses some keys in on the typewriter a couple more times before he finally opens the door all pissed off. He comes out yelling about how he can't fix anything and how his life's gone to shit and everything is terrible - his words, not mine - and he just starts crying and breaking down. Dr. Connors: Sounds as though he was in great distress. Lampert: Well, yeah. I try to tell him it's just not plugged in and he turns and yells at me, saying it's got some real science-y thing running it. A quantum power core drive thingy. Says everything would just be better if she was still here - Clarissa, I mean - and just wishes she'd told him what was happening. Grabs the wrench from the show off of the table and looks at the time machine real angrily and lobs the wrench through the window, and… approx. ten seconds of silence pass. Dr. Connors: And? Lampert begins to weep silently. Lampert: God, I'm sorry. I've done this at every god damn interview so far. It's just, nobody believes me when I tell them. Dr. Connors: I don't have a reason to not believe you. Lampert: Yeah. Okay. When he threw the wrench, it got like, stuck in the window, and this bolt of thunder or… lightning, or whatever the hell… it jumps out of the wrench and straight through his fucking hand… and then he's… he's just gone. No smoke or ashes or anything. Poof. Dr. Connors: I see. Lampert: You believe me, right? I'm telling the truth. That's just how it happened, I didn't fucki- Dr. Connors: I believe you, Michael. Lampert wipes his eyes. Dr. Connors: I think that's all we need. If you'll just sit outside the room for a moment or two, and then you can go home. Lampert: Yeah. Okay. I'll do that. I'm sorry for, y'know, all this. Lampert gestures to his face. Dr. Connors: It's alright. Lampert leaves the room and Dr. Connors gestures for J.R. Patra to sit in the interviewee's seat. She does so. Dr. Connors: So, what did you think of that one? J.R. Patra: You asked a lot of little questions and made comments in between, but he already seemed willing to talk. Dr. Connors: Yes, but that doesn't always mean they're willing to talk unprompted. Lots of interviewees may need you to lead the conversation by constantly prompting them to keep going. For example, Mr. Lampert here did want to speak to me, but if I hadn't asked about Brown vanishing, we never would've known for a fact that he threw the wrench. J.R. Patra: But… how can you tell? Whether you should ask a lot of questions or very few, I mean. Dr. Connors: Part of it is in reading their personality and their expressions, although I guess some of it boils down to intuition you develop after doing this for a long time. I think I'm going on nine years now? J.R. Patra: I see. I suppose I'd have to fail a few interviews before I got good. Dr. Connors: Unfortunately, that tends to be how it shakes out. Did you have any other questions? J.R. Patra: No, I think that's everything. Amnestization time? Dr. Connors takes a syringe of Class-A amnestic out of his briefcase. Dr. Connors: You learn fast. After this, we'll run some checks on that magician and the company he works for, and then I think we take a trip to the theater, see what their security's like. ► Interview Log 03 ▼ Close Log Interviewer: Dr. Connors, Junior Researcher Patra Interviewee: Patrick McDougal Date: 8/22/1980 Foreword (opt.): We searched Buell Theater and McDougal's residence and came up with nothing. McDougal owns the theater. -Dr. Connors Begin Log Dr. Connors: Hello, Patrick. Do you know why you're here? McDougal: Is this another thing about that magic show? How many more of these interviews will I have to do? I've tried to tell you assholes, I don't know anything. Dr. Connors: We aren't with the police, we're from a private agency. McDougal: Oh god, you aren't with the magicians, are you? Look, there's nothing left, okay? I just want my hands washed of the whole damn thing! Dr. Connors: Define 'nothing left.' McDougal The security tapes are all just gone, alright? I'm not hiding them or anything, I swear, they just up and disappeared! Dr. Connors: Mhm, and what about the transaction receipts and written agreements, or the contract? McDougal: There wasn't any! He just paid me two hundred thousand in cash to use a dressing room and perform a night! I let him keep all the profits, it was basically a rental! Dr. Connors: No tax forms, then? Do you have his or his company's name? McDougal: No! No, nothing! I didn't give the police anything because I don't have anything! Dr. Connors: Hm. A few moments pass. Dr. Connors looks mildly upset. McDougal: Wait. You guys aren't actually with them, are you? Dr. Connors: No, sir. McDougal: Oh, fuck. Dr. Connors turns to look at J.R. Patra. Dr. Connors: Care to ask some questions of your own, Smith? J.R. Patra: Oh, yes! Uhm.. J.R. Patra clears her throat. J.R. Patra: What did you think of the show? McDougal: It was fine, I suppose. Christ, they're gonna wring my neck for this one of these days.. J.R. Patra: What makes you say that? McDougal: I mean, it wasn't just the one guy, y'know? He had a couple of guards with him. Big dudes in these brown leather dusters and a couple other trucks and vans pulled up with them. They were confident, organized… God this is such a fucking mess. J.R. Patra: Did anything about the performance strike you as particularly odd? McDougal: No, but, I mean, it's magic, right? He's supposed to pull a whole canoe out of his hat or cut off and reattach limbs, so what? That's the idea of it. J.R. Patra: Did you ever see any trick apparatuses? Tools that would help him cover it up when performing, I mean. McDougal: Well, no, I guess… no luggage or anything. J.R. Patra: That's all I've got. Dr. Connors: Alright. One more thing, Patrick. We found some purple splotches around his dressing room, over the desk. Any idea what they were? McDougal: What? I don't know, kool-aid? Dr. Connors: I believe that's all, then. If you can just wait outside the room for a few moments, then we'll let you go. McDougal: Christ, yeah, alright. Never should have said anything. McDougal stands to leave. McDougal: You two be careful with this, okay? I know groups like these. When they want something, they're going to get it. Dr. Connors: Of course, sir. Have a good day. McDougal exits the interview room. J.R. Patra sits in the interviewee's seat. Dr. Connors: Well, your tone was a little shaky, but you did well with your questions! J.R. Patra: Oh! Thank you! I was a little worried I threw things off. You were using a weird fear tactic at first. Dr. Connors: You picked up on that, good. Can you tell me how it worked? J.R. Patra: You let him believe we were with the magician group without ever saying so, and used that against him to get him to say things he thought we already knew. Dr. Connors: You knew more about that than I figured! Dr. Connors opens his briefcase and removes an amnestic syringe. Dr. Connors: They teach that in interviews 101 now? J.R. Patra: mhm! End Log ► Interview Log 04 ▼ Close Log Interviewer: J.R. Patra Interviewee: Dr. Connors Date: 8/25/1980 Begin Log Dr. Connors: Alright, Cleo. You've walked me out to the interview room. What was it that you needed so badly? J.R. Patra: I just, I don't get it, Dr. Connors. I've been digging through our files, trying to figure out how to write my stupid report, but it just doesn't go anywhere! We haven't solved this but we aren't going back out to track down that magician? Dr. Connors: It's unfortunate that your first anomaly is one that ends in a cold trail, but sometimes that's just how these things are. Would it help to review what we do have? J.R. Patra: I… maybe. There's our two interviews, then those lead us to the theater, but the magician isn't there. The magician works for a nonexistent company that booked the show entirely under the table and paid in unmarked cash. There's no paper trail, no useful witness reports, and no security footage of the magician and Jimmy's conversation. The magician doesn't have any paperwork about himself, no name to track or license plate to check. He's not even seen entering or leaving the building, but he's on footage before, during, and after the show. They've all got fake names, provided no IDs, and their faces have turned up nowhere… Dr. Connors: So? J.R. Patra: It's- It's just frustrating! I brought you in here and started the tape because I thought we might come up with something but there's just nothing! It feels so anticlimactic! I was so ready to take down some magic operation and shut this whole thing down but… Dr. Connors: But it just doesn't shake out that way. The hardest lesson there is that there is almost never a true climax. Sometimes it really is just about a guy who sold his soul to bounce back and forth through time. No more, no less. I can see why that might feel disappointing at first, but that's the way life often is. And hey, who knows, maybe it'll show up out of the blue someday. J.R. Patra: I… I guess you're right. Sorry for dragging you in here. Dr. Connors: That's alright, it's about lunchtime anyway. You wanna stop by that sandwich place in town? You look like you could use a milkshake. J.R. Patra: Yeah, maybe. End Log Addendum 6628-2: Notices ► Forensics Notice: 8/26/1980 ▼ Close Notice From: Site-19 Forensics To: SCP-6628 Investigative Team Date: 8/26/1980 Dear Dr. Connors and the SCP-6628 Investigative Team, Results for the substance found at Buell Theater are inconclusive. It's comprised mostly of human blood, although DNA sequences within have been anomalously "scrambled." This may be the source of the purple coloration. Unfortunately, this means we cannot use it for DNA testing. The sample (0.05mL) emits an extremely weak Hume discrepancy at roughly 100.01 Humes. Some members of our team and those in thaumaturgics have theorized that this is the cause of the wrench lodged in SCP-6628-1's Hume discrepancy, wherein 32.5mL of the substance was "absorbed" as part of the thaumaturgical process. This would result in the 100.65 Hume level. -Site-19 Forensics ► Cold Case Notice: 2/28/1981 ▼ Close Notice From: Site-19 Director's Office To: SCP-6628 Investigative Team Date: 4/28/1981 Dear Dr. Connors and the SCP-6628 Investigative Team, As six months have passed since your cold case report submission, this notice is to inform you that this investigation will be officially closed on 5/28/1981. You will have approximately thirty days to prepare for return, during which an MTF deployment will move in to maintain containment procedures indefinitely. Should any new leads become available during or after this period, you may feel free to pursue them and submit a case reopen request. -Site-19 Director's Office Addendum 6628-3: Incident Log ► Incident Log ▼ Close Log Incident Report: 2/12/1981 Involved Persons: PoI-6628-1, PoI-6628-2, J.R. Patra, Dr. Connors, +12 others.. Incident Description: At 0235 hours, the perimeter surrounding Provisional Site 223 was approached by two men in a black convertible. The two men, PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2, parked the car in the field by the perimeter fence. The two men both wear brown leather dusters over a white undershirt and black tie. They appear to be twins. PoI-6628-2 cuts through the perimeter fence with a handheld saw, after which fire starts at the opposite side of the field and both persons breach the perimeter. Both persons approach Provisional Site 223 and enter the building through the two main entryways. For brevity and ease of reading, transcriptions of the recording devices on-site have been spliced together into one, which has been included below. P.R. 223 #4 Video Log: 2/12/1981 (Edited - Multiple) Foreword (opt.): This is an edited log including multiple other logs. Begin Log PoI-6628-1: Really hope R and D figures out smoke bombs sometime soon, I'm getting tired of lugging this saw around. Fucking sparks. PoI-6628-2: Mhm. PoI-XXXA-1 throws the saw into the bed of the truck and removes a shotgun. He then removes a second shotgun, which he throws to PoI-XXXA-2. PoI-6628-1: I think we oughta go right for the security tent, take out the hive. Hopefully, the signal gets most of the patrollers out of the way. I'd guess there's maybe six or seven in the building itself, plus or minus a couple researchers. Could get away with just going in the front, you go in the back… PoI-6628-2: Hm. PoI-6628-1 takes off his hat and reaches into it, removing a pack of cigarettes. He slides a small zippo lighter out of his sleeve and lights a cigarette, then places it in his mouth. He holds the pack out to PoI-6628-2. PoI-6628-1: You? PoI-6628-2 shakes his head. PoI-6628-1: Suit yourself. PoI-6628-1 slides the lighter and cigarette pack up his sleeve. PoI-6628-1: So… wait for the signal, I guess. You see the new fortune episode? PoI-6628-2: Mm-mm. PoI-6628-1 attempts to make small talk with PoI-6628-2 for roughly 3 minutes. A small fire starts at the other side of the perimeter. It quickly grows across the field. Security Agent 1: FIRE! PoI-6628-1: There it is. Give me some memory juice and let's get going. PoI-6628-2 looks at PoI-6628-1 in confusion. Security agents run across the field towards the fire, carrying flame extinguishers. PoI-6628-1: Oh god, you didn't bring it, did you? Shit, alright. Live operation! PoI-6628-1 takes a deep breath. PoI-6628-1: Let's go wrap up the B-plot. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 breach the perimeter through the hole cut into the fence and begin moving along the fence's edge, across the cornfield. They stay low to the ground and are lost in the field. Four security agents can be seen struggling to put out the fire, which continues growing rapidly. Security Agent 3: Call a fire truck! A security agent calls the local 911 operator, who dispatches a fire truck and an ambulance. PoI-6628-1: Shit, local authorities. God, is this gonna get messy? PoI-6628-2: Hm. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 approach the edge of the field on the left side of the house, by the main security tent. PoI-6628-1: Christ, that is a big tent. Alright then. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 look at each other, then nod. PoI-6628-1: Here we go. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 both stand and step out of the field, walking towards the security tent with their firearms aimed at the door. Security Agent 5: Man, that's a lot of smoke. A security agent opens the tent door and is killed by a shotgun round. Other security agents within the tent get up and grab their firearms. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 shoot two security agents sitting at the mess hall by the entrance and move farther into the tent. Two security agents open the doors to barracks A and B at the same time. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 flip over a mess hall table and take cover behind. The security agents aim around the barracks' doors and fire into the table. PoI-6628-2 aims over the table and shoots one of the agents. The other closes the door to barracks B and hides in the barracks room. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 stand and walk down the small corridor. PoI-6628-1 throws open the door to barrack B and stands away from the open doorway as the security agent fires into it. The two aim around the doorway and shoot the agent. The fire truck and ambulance arrive but are ineffective in stopping the fire. It spreads across the entire length of the cornfield and continues spreading across the field in both directions. Medical staff loads one agent who has suffered severe third-degree burns into the ambulance. The medical staff calls the local authorities, reporting gunshots from the security tent. PoI-6628-1 opens the door to the lead agent's office but there is no one inside. The two exit the tent and move to opposite ends of the house. A security agent covered in ash runs out of the cornfield and PoI-6628-2 and the agent stare at each other for a moment before PoI-6628-2 shoots the agent. Police sirens can be heard in the distance as PoI-6628-1 approaches the residence's front door. PoI-6628-1 kicks open the door and steps into the main living room. PoI-6628-2 kicks open the back door and steps into the kitchen. The two begin searching the house. They search the living room, kitchen, dining room, and bathroom before going upstairs. They check both upstairs bedrooms and the bathroom but do not notice the attic hatch in the hall. They return to the living room. PoI-6628-1: Okay then. I suppose that's all of them. That just leaves the target. PoI-6628-2: Mhm. PoI-6628-1 opens the basement door in the living room. PoI-6628-2 raises his shotgun and walks down the stairs and into the basement with PoI-6628-1 following. Dr. Connors is attempting to hide in the corner of the room. PoI-6628-1: You have a gun? Dr. Connors shakes his head nervously. PoI-6628-1: Get up. Get up! Dr. Connors stands from the ground and puts his hands in the air. PoI-6628-1: Go. Dr. Connors walks towards the staircase slowly and leaves the room. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 approach SCP-6628-1. PoI-6628-1: Okay. Give me your rit knife so I can pull this wrench out. PoI-6628-2: Hm.. PoI-6628-2 slides a short curved blade out of his sleeve. He uses it to cut his right palm, bleeding a reddish-purple liquid. He grabs the wrench in SCP-6628-1 with his cut hand and pulls the wrench out of the window, causing the broken glass to fall. James Brown manifests inside SCP-6628-1 and collapses against the wall of the chamber. PoI-6628-1: Christ, poor guy. Alright, you wanna grab him or sh- PoI-6628-2 opens the chamber door and lifts Brown, carrying him over his shoulder. PoI-6628-1: I forget how strong you are sometimes. PoI-6628-2: Mhm. PoI-6628-1: Okay, let's get out of here. They both walk back up the stairs and into the living room, PoI-6628-2 still carrying Brown. Dr. Connors steps out of the kitchen holding a small firearm. He fires at PoI-6628-1, shooting him through the back of the left shoulder. PoI-6628-1 turns and shoots Dr. Connors' right arm, removing the upper arm from the shoulder and causing him to collapse. J.R. Patra: NO! J.R. Patra stands at the bottom of the staircase leading to the second floor, holding a revolver. Lead Security Agent Briggs stands in the living room in front of her with a rifle. J.R. Patra: You… you f-fucking shot him! PoI-6628-1: Sure did, sweet cheeks. Can we do this some other time? I got places to be. J.R. Patra: Who are you!? PoI-6628-1: The Ringling Bros. J.R. Patra: Who are you, damnit!? PoI-6628-1 looks over at PoI-6628-2, who shrugs. PoI-6628-1's wound has healed extraordinarily quickly. PoI-6628-1: We're with a, uh, traveling magic show. J.R. Patra: Like the same one that made a deal with Mr. Brown there? J.R. Patra nods at Brown, who is still being carried by PoI-6628-2. PoI-6628-1: Shit, you know about that? Smoke begins to fill the room slowly. J.R. Patra: Who do you actually work for!? Serpent's Hand, Chaos Insurgency!? PoI-6628-1: The who-what? J.R. Patra: Who!? PoI-6628-2: Mom. PoI-6628-1 looks at PoI-6628-2, visibly upset. J.R. Patra: Oh, bullshit! PoI-6628-2 shakes his head. PoI-6628-2: M-O-M. J.R. Patra: Is that an acronym!? What does it stand for!? PoI-6628-1: Look, lady- Flames burst out of the right wall and climb up to the ceiling. PoI-6628-1: Shit. Look, we're just here to cash in on our end of the deal and bounce. Now put the god damn gun down! J.R. Patra: What was the deal!? PoI-6628-1: He gets to shift through time as much as he wants, but we get to use him any time we need him! J.R. Patra: What do you need him for!? PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 remain silent. J.R. Patra fires her gun into the ceiling. J.R. Patra: WHAT DO YO- A portion of the ceiling rafters falls between them, burning. The floor quickly becomes engulfed in flames. J.R. Patra coughs from the smoke. J.R. Patra: Shit, this place is… what the fuck!? PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 have disappeared in the smoke, along with James Brown. J.R. Patra: G-god damnit! J.R. Patra jumps over the burning rafters and drops her gun, running into the kitchen. Police vehicles arrive outside and firefighters enter the building. PoI-6628-1 and PoI-6628-2 run out the back door and across the burning field, still carrying Brown. They run out to the hole in the fencing as police officers chase after them. They toss Brown into the truck bed and hurriedly climb into the vehicle while police open fire. The vehicle takes off at a high speed, with two police vehicles in pursuit. J.R. Patra gets down on her knees and holds Dr. Connors in her arms. He is bleeding from the arm profusely. Dr. Connors: Well kid, here we are. Dr. Connors coughs violently. J.R. Patra: Motherfucker. Dr. Connors: I… I guess you got the climax you wanted. J.R. Patra: No, it's not over yet, it can't be. Dr. Connors coughs, spitting blood onto his lab coat. Dr. Connors: It's not over, not while you're still here. J.R. Patra: You're not dying on me, Connors. J.R. Patra grabs Dr. Connors under the arms and attempts to drag him, but quickly drops him. J.R. Patra: Come on! Dr. Connors: I don't- don't think it's happening, Cleo. Firefighter: Miss? Can you walk, miss? J.R. Patra: Come on, Connors! No! Dr. Connors smiles at J.R. Patra. He chokes up blood. Dr. Connors: Just… find them for me, will ya? That's… that's all that can be done. A portion of the ceiling collapses. Firefighter: We have to go, miss! The firefighter grabs J.R. Patra around the waist and drags her out the back door. J.R. Patra begins sobbing. J.R. Patra: I'll find them, I promise. End Log Additional Notes (opt.): SCP-6628 has been neutralized. An official request for investigation has been submitted regarding the amazing, spectacular Remington Brothers! What an incredible performance! ► Additional Document(s) ▼ Close Document(s) Motion To Continue SCP-6628 Investigation Deliver To: Site-19 Director's Office From: Junior Researcher Patra Dear Director August I understand I'm on the docket for promotional consideration despite my lacking a doctorate - I appreciate even so much as the consideration. It's a privilege and an honor. I also understand you wish to close the SCP-6628 Investigation. While I agree that the neutralization of SCP-6628 also effectively neutralizes any need to investigate the anomaly itself, I feel it necessary to continue the investigation in order to look into the organization known as the M.O.M. All discovered data seems to point to the existence of a far larger organization than we've been presented with, and as their current goals remain a mystery, they may present a continuous threat to the Foundation. The carnage from SCP-6628's neutralization incident should confirm them as a legitimate threat in no uncertain terms should they decide they have further business with the Foundation. I'd simply like to ask for the ability to maintain an ongoing investigation, even if on minimal provisions. Thank you again, Junior Researcher Patra. Motion Review: DENIED Reason: No explorable data or method of tracking the organization has been presented. Resources are better used elsewhere. 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SCP-6629 | esoteric-class | Beware a mother with nothing to lose wanting to provide only the best for her child. Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-6629 are to be contained at Site-74 in “XL” containment lockers housing no more than two units each. SCP-6629-A is to be kept in an electronically-timed safe in Director Hammond’s office. Personnel are forbidden from accessing either object outside of testing. Addendum_6629-01: As of 08/15/2024, inquiries to the Ethics Committee or the Decommissioning Department on the pursuit of the total cessation of SCP-6629’s production have been paused. Until a conclusive O5 vote is reached, all information regarding SCP-6629’s origins have been restricted to personnel with level 4 clearance and above. Those aware as of the date of this addenda without clearance are to be amnesticized to prevent a loss of efficiency in their duties. Addendum_6629-02: Fast-tracked funding initiatives for the creation of programs intent on splintering members of GoI-0121 into MTF Sigma-66 (“Sixteen Tons”) and MTF Mu-3 (“Highest Bidders”) are currently awaiting approval. Description: SCP-6629 refers to the collective designation of 205 known instances of black, humanoid-shaped automatons and the singular device used to power them, SCP-6629-A. Each SCP-6629 instance is composed entirely of standard commercial-grade porcelain and contains a single spherical crystal (SCP-6629-1) that levitates within the chest cavity. SCP-6629-A is a silver box with a singular golden button on its face that contains a closed circuit inside of it. All SCP-6629-1 instances possess a randomized number of microscopic typographical characters corresponding to the Latin script carved on their surfaces. Analysis of these characters has not yet revealed a connection to any known cipher, work of literature, or pataphysical algorithm. Due to this, it is theorized that SCP-6629-1’s markings may have been created using techniques which harness anomalously pure randomness. See Addendum_6629-Δ. The function of SCP-6629-1 is to power each of SCP-6629’s mechanisms via SCP-6629-A. When powered on, all SCP-6629 instances within a 50m radius will animate and attempt to locate the user. If an SCP-6629 instance cannot find an unblocked path towards the user, it will deactivate after half an hour of attempts. However, in the presence of a visible user, SCP-6629 entities will not deactivate until they have been given a task or command and then fulfills the request to the user’s unspoken standards of what such a service entails. There is no way to force SCP-6629’s inanimation in this state outside of removing SCP-6629-1 from itself. The capacity for physical tasks which can be performed by SCP-6629 match exactly that of which can be executed by the average baseline parameters of consensus humanity. The processing power it possesses for mathematical tasks falls within the perfect center of a Gaussian distribution based on data collected from globally balanced samples persons living within the United States of America. Asking SCP-6629 to fulfill a task which would normally harm or put strain on a human being will result in similar “injuries” displayed on its body—these include, but are not limited to: cracks in key joints, weakness of automotive limbs, and the complete and total loss of animation, analogous to “death”. As of 06/02/2024, 121 of the collected 205 entities have entered a “death” state. LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED CLEARANCE ACCEPTED Discovery: SCP-6629 and -A were recovered on three separate occasions during raids of what were believed to be residences belonging to PoI-012-012, taking place in 2003, 2008, and 2014. MTF Upsilon-10 (“No Secret Money”) initially stumbled upon SCP-6629 in inert decorative states, believing the objects to be of the typical, low-hazard anomalous paraphernalia encountered during the rest of their mission. This was until fifty instances became active and attacked them, resulting in two casualties, and all fifty SCP-6629 instances being forced into a “dead” state in the ensuing skirmish. MTF Upsilon-10 believed all objects to be neutralized until thirty-five inactive SCP-6629 entities were found in a secret, signal-barricaded chamber of PoI-012-01’s master study. SCP-6629-A was also collected here. Below are documents amassed across all operations, relating to SCP-6629’s commissioning and use by PoI-012-01. _ + Show Relevant Documentation- Hide Relevant Documentation MISCELLANEOUS ITEM COMMISSION FORM No. 98257 DATE DRAFTED: 07/07/1995 | DATE STAMPED: 08/07/1995 REQUESTEE: PERCIVAL A. DARKE EMBOSSER: SILAS KING FINALIZATION APPROVED BY: PERCIVAL A. DARKE PURPOSE OF REQUEST? BUSINESS | ✓PERSONAL | OTHER NO. OF OBJECTS: 65 ASSIGNED ITEM FILING CODE: 000762713 DETAIL REQUEST HERE: Silas, this is my last straw. I have been utterly exhausted of my patience with human wait-staff and their error-prone behaviors—I will tolerate no more coffee-stained rugs or broken porcelain within any of my homes. Acquire from the vault the plans we drafted for a collection of automated servants back in 1941; finalize a more modern design with Rothshire and Beckel such that they can keep up with computerized tasks. Get their opinions on what our options for the power cores are as well, because we do not have the luxury of WW2 and the idiocy of the Soviets to hide behind anymore. PREFERRED SUPPLY LINE: (Indecipherable due to the use of an unknown grapholinguistic script.) PREFERRED SUPPLIER: (Indecipherable due to the use of an unknown grapholinguistic script.) NOTES: Do not batch-produce the cores. The shells are fine, but nothing else. I want Acquisitions deeply involved with every step of this so that production is properly concealed from prying eyes. The slower, the better, as much as I hate to admit it. And please—make sure the extractions aren’t able to touch our clientele. (Along with anyone else this project may offend.) INTERNAL SUPPLY REQUEST FORM No. 98264 DATE SUBMITTED: 13/01/2001 | DATE APPROVED: 14/01/2001 REQUESTEE: PERCIVAL A. DARKE APPROVED BY: PERCIVAL A. DARKE OVERSEER? ✓YES | NO ASSIGNED OVERSEER: SILAS KING PURPOSE OF USE? BUSINESS | ✓PERSONAL | OTHER No. OF OBJECTS: 31 ITEM FILE CODE: 000762713 DETAIL REQUEST HERE: Silas, I require another batch of these, more so than usual. Iris has broken over half of the in-use supply at my London estate, citing that they had ‘terrible manners’ during her imaginary tea parties, along with using them to conduct ‘experiments’ with gravity after learning about it from her tutoring. I am under the impression she merely wished to see them shattered all over the kitchen floor, but who am I to stop her? If that’s what she wants with these, then so be it. These are some of the cheapest objects we currently have in production, so we should have no issues on any front. Miscellaneous Note No. 1 Iris, I love you so much. I really hope you know that. I will never stop loving you, ever. That being said, please ask before you take my suits to dress up your mannequins. I was late to one of the most important meetings I was to have all year because you scattered them everywhere all over their bodies. Be glad that my right hand Ruprecht and my left hand Amos covered for me, or else I would have been…well, I don’t want to be angry at you, sweetie. The mere thought makes me shudder. Remember, if you want something, I will buy it for you. You don’t need to raid my closet to get what you want. I’ll give you fifty of your own. INTERNAL SUPPLY REQUEST FORM No. 102732 DATE SUBMITTED: 18/04/2007 | DATE APPROVED: 19/04/2007 REQUESTEE: PERCIVAL A. DARKE APPROVED BY: PERCIVAL A. DARKE OVERSEER? ✓YES | NO ASSIGNED OVERSEER: ALPHONSE REDHEATH PURPOSE OF USE? BUSINESS | ✓PERSONAL | OTHER No. OF OBJECTS: 41 ITEM FILE CODE: 000762713 DETAIL REQUEST HERE: Glad to hear you’re finally back from vacation, Alphonse. I am in need of another round of these apparatuses. Iris has taken quite a liking to practicing her fencing with them, although they make subpar tutors, in my most qualified opinion. It’s such a shame how much the human body is integrated into their movements, because often I find myself yearning for a more superior strength. But I suppose it’s not worth fixing at this point due their supplier’s…unfortunate liquidation. Tell Silas that I am grateful for his help in cleaning that up, and his unparalleled knowledge in translating the acquired blueprints. I don’t think I’ve seen his face since. Misc. Note No. 2 Dearest Iris, By the time you wake up to read this, I will be on a plane to Beijing. I am dreadfully sorry that I cannot be there to comfort you more, as time controls both the flow of capital and the road upon which my (and one day your) business travels. When you’re older, and create your own heir long after I am gone, you will understand what I mean and how I feel. All of that which has happened…it is difficult to put pen to paper the depths of my sorrow that you were involved in such a terrible situation. It is a tragedy of the greatest magnitude, a grieving attended to by even Death herself—and yet, this is what you will learn to manage one day. This is merely the beginning of birthing pains, of the leviathan irritations you must endure. Where there is abundance, there is vermin, and where there is vermin, a plague will follow. Such is the nature of the eyes we attract as those who hold the world in our hand. Entitled prats will see our spoils as something that belongs in a cell, or meant to melt under the yolk of a white flame. They will raze our facilities in the name of ‘ethics’, as if ants have any right to judge the clouds for bringing hail; they will come to detain your advisors as if a queen cannot demand total loyalty of her subjects by both magic and money. Your enemies are numerous, even though you are not yet an adult. I wish there was some other manner of which to have been able to expose you to the truth; if there was, believe me, believe me so thoroughly—believe me in all of the power and opulence I have never held back from you—I would have found the path a long time ago. I would have killed millions to see to it your life was a pinnacle of existence, to be envied by all of mankind; free from both pain and suffering, the true seat of glory you deserve. But I cannot stop the cycle, so you must bear the weight of the world, and bear witness to what we must endure to maintain that. You must weather the storms brought by those born from the dust, who do not understand we hold the reins of all that exists and is to exist. Rest assured, I will take care of the recalcitrant ones soon. I will be swift to put them in their place for their transgression3 against you in ways even Hell will long to cover its face from. These are my orders to you thusly: Do not go anywhere without Althea’s approval until further notice. Cover your face whenever you think you are being watched, and keep my associates Amos and Ruprecht on speed-dial. You have my full permission to use any gun and pistol in the house in the case of an emergency—do not worry about breaking anything valuable. I can replace treasures, wonders and archived knowledge, but you, my dear heir—you are the one thing my money cannot buy. With the highest love, Percival P.S. If you are still having nightmares, there are some white tablets in my nightstand you can have. Take only one per day. If your head still hurts, indulge in some of my cigars. INTERNAL MEMO No. 65199 DATE: 21/06/2014 TO: AMOS H. MARSHALL AND RUPRECHT CARTER PENNED BY: PERCIVAL A. DARKE Amos, Ruprecht. It is imperative that we find some time within the two weeks to meet together, in person, at the London office. I understand the both of you have high-profile clients on your dockets, but I am ordering you to hand those assignments over to your assistants. We just received intel that the Foundation, in collaboration with the G.O.C, is planning to launch one of the largest raids on our American suppliers in the company’s history. The losses will be disastrous if we allow them to continue their preparations—billions are on the line, along with all of our New World investments. We need to discuss what is to be done; do not disobey me. INTERNAL MEMO No. 65200 DATE: 25/06/2014 TO: SILAS KING PENNED BY: PERCIVAL A. DARKE You have my dearest thanks (and the most generous of raises) for managing to relocate so many of our suppliers at the last minute, Silas. I’m still in shock and awe at how you achieved such a Herculean task—I’d like the details sent in copy to me so that I can use them as a teaching tool for Iris. I know you’ll be still be alive by the time she officially takes on her title as second in charge of the Designated Sextet4—but this is a rare opportunity. It must be learned from fully. Also, how shrewd of you to find such a convenient spot for our new source of cores for the automated servants. I was skeptical of sourcing from China, but the lack of G.O.C and Foundation proxies there make it more perfect than I ever imagined. It’s no less than monumental luck that they have so little idea of what goes into these; and I intend for it to stay that way. I almost pity that there is no less…unfortunate way to power their mechanisms, but I seriously do not see the value of spending time and money on that. If the materials are free, they are free. No need to mess with the number zero. Addendum_6629-Δ: The following contextual correspondence has been included in this file for posterity as of 08/28/2024: |To: ten.dnuofpcs|ahsenat.htrowstnurbrd_601ets#ten.dnuofpcs|ahsenat.htrowstnurbrd_601ets |From: ten.dnuofpcs|dnommahrtcrd_47ets#ten.dnuofpcs|dnommahrtcrd_47ets TIME RECEIVED: 07:23PM CST 07/21/2024 SUBJECT: SCP-6629 Cores Dr. Bruntsworth, Director Hammond here. I hope you’ve been having a wonderful day. I’m emailing you about SCP-6629, as I believe we’ve made a breakthrough about the -1 components. I know Site-106 has been itching to lend these things out to other branches of the Foundation because of how convenient they are, but I think you should reconsider that for now. So, as you know, Site-74 has been running under budget for quite some time. I’m extremely proud of myself, no need for applause, but I nearly mucked that achievement up trying to reverse engineer this dang thing and its cores’ scribblings. That’s when a few of my colleagues suggested we try cross referencing the letters with random assortments of data. Maybe Darke was pulling from exotic sources to make these things work, because once they die, the letters fade away, so there has to be a relationship between what’s on them and why they can locomote. Ignore the email sent to you earlier about the letters corresponding to taxonomic classifications of currently named species—the actual randomizations seem to line up with names from US census records ranging from 1995 to 2014. It’s weird, and insanely specific, but at least we’re one step closer to figuring this out. Forward the files attached in this email to the Analytics Department and let me know when they’re done. Everyone’s a bit confused about the ‘why’ here, but this can’t be anything that major, right? |To: ten.dnuofpcs|dnommahrtcrd_47ets#ten.dnuofpcs|dnommahrtcrd_47ets |From: ten.dnuofpcs|ahsenat.htrowstnurbrd_601ets#ten.dnuofpcs|ahsenat.htrowstnurbrd_601ets TIME RECEIVED: 08:01 AM CST 07/22/2024 SUBJECT: Resend those files Dear Site-74 Director Lakely Hammond, I don’t mean to alarm you, but Analytics is requesting a second copy of those files. They’ve run three batches of logistics on them already, and they want to be 100% sure they’re making the right correlations here. In lieu of that, O5-02 and O5-07 have put in commands for your presence at their desks next week. There’s nothing I can do to change their minds this time. Dr. Bruntsworth |To: ten.dnuofpcs|ahsenat.htrowstnurbrd_601ets#ten.dnuofpcs|ahsenat.htrowstnurbrd_601ets, ten.dnuofpcs|dnommahrtcrd_47ets#ten.dnuofpcs|dnommahrtcrd_47ets |CC: ten.dnuofpcs|setaeksnaejrtcrd_601ets#ten.dnuofpcs|setaeksnaejrtcrd_601ets, + 26 others |From: pics.dnuofpcs|20_HAESAreesrevo#pics.dnuofpcs|20_HAESAreesrevo TIME RECEIVED: 06:37 AM CST 07/27/2024 SUBJECT: An Important Announcement About SCP-6629 To everyone receiving my email, you will want to sit down. I understand that there have been rumors flying between the Analytics Department, Site-74, and Site-106 about the nature of SCP-6629 and its -1 components. I am here to quell and properly explain to each of you the truth of what we have uncovered so that panic does not indiscriminately spread to other sites and the Ethics Committee. To those who have already filed requests on our current plans of action regarding Percival A. Darke, please know that we will be addressing them at the next O5 Council meeting. So—as discovered by Site-74 Director Hammond, the characters engraved into SCP-6629-1 are indeed not random as we once previously believed. They correspond one-to-one with the names of missing persons in the United States who possessed legal entries within the US census database. As of the time of this email’s sending, all individuals whose names we have managed to recover have been declared legally dead by local, state, and federal authorities. Not a single person’s body with a name on one of those cores was ever found, dead or alive. What this means is that we have found an answer which the United States found itself lacking nearly three decades ago. As you all know, the rate of missing persons in the US doubled from roughly six hundred thousand per year to 1.2 million starting in 1995, with the decade of 2002-2012 seeing the highest growth of this trend, peaking at 3.4 million in 2006. The mass social panic caused by this crisis was unprecedented. Initially the Foundation thought the disappearances to be the work of many heated, but ultimately ordinary factors: communist and French influences wreaking havoc within the G.O.C, Russian spies encouraging the defection of civilians with far-right beliefs to its satellite countries, the Sovereign State of Hawai’i serving as an isolationist haven for all manners of asylum seekers, etc. All of this greatly stifled our ability to investigate wide-reaching phenomena, both anomalous and not. What we, the O5 Council, now understand is that we should have never permitted any of that to stop us. For the past decade, China has been undergoing the same problem—and now we know why. Each instance of SCP-6629-1 has thirty thousand names inscribed on it. We currently possess 205 of them, but based on insider information obtained by MTF Mu-3, about 700 total were produced in America. There is no other conclusion we can come to except that Darke has somehow committed one of the greatest anomalous atrocities under the Veil, and for a period of time that no one thought possible for an entity like MC&D. Over twenty million people have been silently, unabashedly extinguished from existence because of her mercurial whims, and we are currently powerless to stop this death march. Now, before alarm bells begin ringing, understand that the O5 Council is in a bind despite the clear danger here. Because Darke has somehow managed to tweak whatever creates SCP-6629-1 (hereby referred to as SCP-6629-Ω) to specifications so insanely meticulous5, we are currently at a stalemate of how to not just procure SCP-6629-Ω, but how to utilize it as well. I do not need to tell the more tactician-minded among you of how a perfectly silent, under-the-Veil killer of this scale and precision would be of extreme benefit to the Foundation. It would save the lives of countless MTF members and civilians threatened by keter-level humanoids, along with providing us with unlimited leverage over any government which dares to roadblock us. Perhaps we could even alter it to neutralize non-humanoid anomalies which cannot be feasibly contained. But this is also a dangerous, dangerous thing. This needs to be kept out of the hands of other GoIs at all costs, especially those more politically motivated like ORIA and the Chaos Insurgency. Should this fall into the hands of anyone else but us, we can expect little but to be wiped off the map when we inevitably piss off the wrong people, followed by everything we know collapsing without our stability keeping it in place. We find ourselves therefore as Atlas in this situation. The burden of the world has too been thrust upon our shoulders, and there is no easy solution or agreement about what should be done. The O5 Council understands that SCP-6629-Ω is an active threat, but the Veil must be maintained at all costs, and we will need time to craft a plan that will preclude any possibility of Darke destroying SCP-6629-Ω permanently, or worse, turning it against us. The lives we can save by obtaining it, rest assured, shall make up for what we have currently suffered. If you have any family or friends in China you’re worried about, we advise you to have them contact us for a job here. We will offer them work-visas and places to stay. That is the best protection we can offer on that front for now. With all authority, O5-02 Addendum_6629-03: On 09/12/2024, a hidden compartment was found on an SCP-6629 instance during a regularly scheduled maintenance check. It was cracked open and contained the following note. My beloved Iris, has it been eighteen years already? Goodness. I cannot believe how fast the time has flown by; I feel as if it was only yesterday when I swaddled you in my arms and watched your little mouth bubble over with the remnants of your inheritance rites. It still surprises me to no end how lithe you grew up to be given how fat you were as an infant. I miss being able to squish your cheeks! Irregardless of my hopelessly maternal nostalgia, I hope you enjoy your present. I eavesdropped from Victoria that you were finally seeking to buy your own properties (in Monaco and Geneva no less!), so I put an order in to prevent your opulent abodes from being sullied by unworthy feet. You probably don’t remember these, but I’ve kept the blueprints on file because they’re so useful. You loved them so much when you were younger! Hopefully now you will appreciate the value they have as house-staff, instead of as toys, but if you still wish to roughhouse with them, well, I’m not going to stop you. We can always make more, easily. Happy birthday, my dearest heir. I cannot overstate how proud I am of you. You are poised to inherit the universe and all of its glories, riches, and wonders—and I will be there to see to it that nothing will ever stop that. I will be there to see to it that Death will not lay a hand on you until the contracted day comes; I will be there to see to it that no mountain, man, abstraction or group will ever possess the means to put a stop to your ambitions. MC&D is my eternal benefaction to you, and so long as you maintain a steady course with its dance, it will provide unto you all that of which you desire. See you in London! Make sure to save a slice of cake for me please? Love, Your Mother, Percival Darke Request for classification to Volitava6 pending. Footnotes 1. Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. 2. Percival Atherolis Darke, CEO of Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. 3. Most likely referencing the events of MTF Upsilon-10's 2008 raid, in which PoI-012-04, a.k.a Iris Corax Darke, was shot in the head by a sniper. 4. Internal term used by MC&D employees to refer to their six most senior ranking executives. Current members are Percival A. Darke, Amos H. Marshall, Ruprecht Carter and their heirs: Iris C. Darke, Chrysophilius “Skitter” S. Marshall, and Robert S. Carter. 5. Based on evidence from archival records, Foundation staff and individuals belonging to other GoIs known to pose a threat to MC&D's operations did not disappear in numbers associated with SCP-6629-Ω’s existence and its rate of attack on civilian populations. 6. Item’s containment and anomalous properties are benign, but its ongoing production by a third party poses an extreme risk to civilian life. |
SCP-6630 | keter | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains financial and psychological abuse and implications of suicide. ⚠️ content warning Accessibility Version -> Item #: SCP-6630 Level 4/6630 Classified SCP-6630 during initial containment, attempting to "latch" onto MTF-ε9-02 (deceased). Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of 09/10/1999, all tracking, containment, and long-term research efforts of SCP-6630 have been allocated to, and classified by, the newly formed Foundation Fire Suppression Department. Description: SCP-6630 is a predatory life-form resembling fire. While visually and functionally similar to baseline combustion - producing both heat and light - SCP-6630 can be recognized by the following differences: A slight downward curl of the topmost flames. A separation and uniformity of the middle flames into “slats” or paper-like fans. A total lack of combustion in the substance or structure SCP-6630 is feigning to burn. When presenting itself as ordinary fire, SCP-6630 will hover closely over the mock fuel source until its intended prey species approaches. This prey will include social and nesting animals, relying on their more nuanced behavior regarding fire, i.e. approaching fire for warmth or extinguishing fire to protect their homes/kin. Once in proximity, SCP-6630 will utilize further allurement, ambush, and aggressive tactics to ensure successful “latching” onto its prey. SCP-6630 can only, or will only, immolate living creatures. This “feeding process” is exceptionally slow relative to ordinary combustion - lasting hours to full days, depending on the prey’s total body mass. The presence of fuel-rich organic sources - such as fats and waxy follicles - does not appear to influence SCP-6630; instead, SCP-6630 will only stop feeding, and latching, once its prey has completely ceased all life functions. During feeding, SCP-6630 will ignite as much of the epidermis as possible to a bright, hot, and entirely soundless intensity. The prey’s own pained vocalizations and movements, coupled with the light and heat, will then draw in other prey seeking to aid or extinguish. While ordinary immolation causes living creatures to experience rapid vasovagal syncope, a.k.a. passing out from pain, SCP-6630 appears capable of maintaining prey consciousness for 30-40% of its feeding process, totaling multiple hours. Once its prey has fallen unconscious, however, SCP-6630 will diminish into a low smolder and burn the body in targeted sections. This behavior both maximizes feeding time, and entices future prey to snuff SCP-6630 while it appears less dangerous. These efforts will universally fail. No known method exists to extinguish SCP-6630. Unlike ordinary combustion, it does not require oxygen or heat to function - only a living fuel source. As such, water, halon, and all other conventional forms of fire suppression have proven entirely ineffective against SCP-6630. Addendum | Containment Failure - 09/10/1999: SCP-6630 instigated a breach event utilizing a previously unseen capacity to reduce its energy output near totally - planting a single ember into the inseam of L2 Maintenance Worker N. Leeds hazard suit, and avoiding thermal imaging detection. The subsequent spread of SCP-6630 resulted in the deaths of 198 Foundation personnel. It has been officially noted that all survivors of Site-96 were safeguarded by the quick-thinking and coordination of L3 Engineer Henrietta Boone, sealing herself and 18 co-workers inside an unoccupied anomaly containment cell until SCP-6630 fully depleted its fuel sources. She has been awarded the Foundation Star. FIRE SUPPRESSION DEPARTMENT - CLASSIFIED The following information is restricted to FSD Internal Affairs. Unauthorized access is strictly forbidden. If you have accessed this section without authorization, close your session now and remain where you are. We know how to find you. Henrietta Boone SL-01: Digital Recording of Confidential Therapy Session, 22/12/1999. Dr. Malone: How are you sleeping, Henrietta? Boone: Fine. Henrietta Boone SL-02: Surveillance Footage of Home Bedroom, 21/12/1999. 3:24AM - Henrietta Boone sits in the corner, holding her knees and staring at the bedroom door. Henrietta Boone SL-03: Digital Recording of Confidential Therapy Session, 22/12/1999. Dr. Malone: And the nightmares? Boone: Mm. Nope; no, not recently. Henrietta Boone SL-04: Surveillance Footage of Home Bedroom, 21/12/1999. 4:36AM - Henrietta Boone, having fallen asleep in the corner, wakes up suddenly and throws a lamp at the bedroom door. Boone: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I WONT LET YOU IN! FUCK YOU! STOP SCREAMING AT ME! STOP SCREAMING-… at… me… Henrietta Boone sinks back down onto the floor. Henrietta Boone SL-05: Digital Recording of Confidential Therapy Session, 22/12/1999. Dr. Malone: And you've been taking your medication? Saying your daily affirmations? Medita- Boone: They haven't updated the document. Dr. Malone: (…) Pardon me? Boone: The document - about the fire. 6630. They haven't updated it. I sent them another revision package last night. Dr. Malone: Henrietta, we discussed this. The Archivists will update the listings when- Boone: I just mean- mechanically speaking, shouldn't they mention that 6630 can burn underwater? Or that it can burn so hot, so quick, and so precisely, that it can melt a bullet heading towards someone's head? Or- Dr. Malone: Henrietta- Boone: Or that- hey! How about the fact 6630 can't co-exist with real fire!? That the only way to actually help someone that's been burning to death for hours and hours is by setting them on fire? Because we learned that the hard way, didn't we!? Shouldn't they put that in the damn document!? Dr. Malone: Henrietta, stop. 3 second silence. Dr. Malone: What you're experiencing is called retroactive compensation. It's a common response from those suffering from survivor's guilt; especially problem solvers, like yourself. You want to fix all the issues that caused the original trauma. You can't, though. It happened. You need to accept that, and start moving forward. Boone: Yeah- but-… look around! What am I moving forward from? Everyone that didn't-… everyone who survived is acting like it never happened! I see them every day; sitting in the break room, laughing over coffee, walking through the same hallways… now that all the soot and people resin is gone. Nothing has changed! 198 people died and nothing changed! They just brought in more people! I feel like I'm going crazy here! They won't even update the damn document! Dr. Malone: Henrietta, you're looking for some immediate, external validation when- Boone: No- hey, no- you know what? You're totally right, Riva. I need to move forward. Me. I mean, how long have I been stuck down here designing monster cages, huh? How can I expect anything to change when I'm still in the exact same place? I'm a problem solver, yeah? I'm an engineer! A problem is a problem until I fix it. Dr. Malone: (…) I see. And how do you intend on doing that? Boone: Step one? I leave this office. Dr. Malone: (…) And step two? Boone: I just leave. Report: Henrietta Boone has submitted her resignation to HR. Response: Offer Grade 1 Benefits Package. Bonus at 15% of updated wage. Report: Henrietta Boone has refused Grade 1 Benefits. Response: Offer Grade 2 Benefits Package. Bonus at 20% of updated wage. New title. Report: Henrietta Boone has emphatically refused Grade 2 Benefits. Response: Begin Targeted Life Improvements. Approve all Site transfers. Offer Expense-paid Vacation. Henrietta Boone SL-06: Email to The Foundation, 05/02/2000. Dear whoever isn't getting the message, I quit. Thank you, Dr. Henrietta Boone, Containment Cell Engineering Sector (Formerly) Report: Henrietta Boone has left Site-96. Response: Engage Stimulus Protocol: "Furlough." Henrietta Boone SL-07: Email to Dennis White, 05/02/2000. Hey Dennis! It's been a while, huh? How's Kendra? How's the kid? I'm sorry I couldn't be there for the christening - I've been buried in work. Makes you long for those days at UofA, huh? At least those all-nighters were followed up with beer nights and board games, not just more work! So it goes. So listen - work is actually why I'm contacting you. Not that I don't miss you, fuzzy-boy! I'm just kind of in a bind. I'm looking for a new posting for the first time in a long while, and it seems like the job market is really rough. The economy must be in terrible shape right now. I remembered you and your consulting firm - and not to brag or anything, but I think I could be a big asset. How would you feel having miss top-of-the-class on your team, huh? Hell, forget UofA - the engineering tricks I've learned these past few years will knock your socks off. Or I can fetch coffee. I'm not proud. Honestly - and I wouldn't say this to anyone else - but I'm getting a little worried. I didn't expect to be looking for work this long. Let me know, okay? Message me back. Or just accept my MSN friend request, dummy. -Boone Report: Stimulus Protocol: "Furlough" - Success. 119 engineering applications rejected. 43 consulting applications rejected. 31 civil labor applications rejected. 24 retail applications rejected. 5 temp work applications rejected. Subject's financial savings continue to diminish. No change in employment response. Response: Engage Stimulus Protocol: "Coverage." Henrietta Boone SL-08: Phone message from Joanna Boone, 06/14/2000. Hey Henri, it's Jo. Sorry to call you out of the blue like this. Mom let me know about your job - sorry. I know you'll land back on your feet. You were always the smart one. So… I hate to ask this, really - you know I do - but- well, Tom and I need your help. My medical benefits have been canceled. The company said something about… new management? Or something about switching providers? We're supposed to get them back soon but - well, Tom still isn't walking right after the accident, even though the doctors say his shin should have healed by now. Those bastards at the construction site say it was his fault - but that fucking chain didn't come loose, it snapped! It snapped, Henri! But now his Unemployment is about to run out, and we've got the mortgage, and we were going to try for a baby this year! And-… [2 seconds silence followed by a deep breath.] God, Henri - I'm sorry. These messages are only supposed to be like a minute, right? Listen, I know you've got your own problems right now. I know the economy is in terrible shape. Just-… give me a call, okay? Love you si- BEEP Report: Stimulus Protocol: "Coverage" - Success. Subject has transferred funds to Joanna Boone. Subject's finances continue to deplete. No change in employment response, but subject shows promising levels of anxiety and second-guessing. Recommend escalation. Response: Engage Stimulus Protocol: "Insolvent." Henrietta Boone SL-09: Phone conversation with Foundation Emergency Line, 11/14/2002. 14 seconds of chirps and beeps as Foundation disruption software ensures no recording, tapping, or tracing can occur. Operator: Good afternoon, Ms. Boone! How can we help you? Boone: Oh, hey, how's it going? Well let's see - you can tell me why my fucking bank account is empty. Operator: I'm afraid this is an emergency line, Ms. Boone, reserved for dire- Boone: The fact I can't pay my heating bill and it's -10° outside is a big fucking emergency, thank you! Now I know this was you! You've been fucking with me ever since I left the Foundation - but this is too god damned much! Give me back my money! Operator: I'm terribly sorry Ms. Boone, but it's not your money. We never paid you. Boone: Ex-…fucking-scuse me? Operator: You see, the Foundation is not a formally incorporated institution, Ms. Boone! We operate out of multi-layered front-corporations to provide all our hard-working employees with traceable, legal tender - which is unfortunately an extremely costly and delicate process. Of course, the Foundation has been more than happy to validate your unsanctioned finances for more than two years while you looked for another position- Boone: But-! But it's my money! I earned it working for you! Operator: That's correct! You earned it working for us, the shadow organization no-one can know exists! Boone: B-… I-…You ca- you can't just take my money away, you bitch! Operator: As I said, Ms. Boone, it wasn't actually your money. You see, to preserve normalcy, maintain the Veil, and protect the whole wide world, the Foundation must remain entirely insular! When you worked for us, you were given a "employment-conditional stipend", which is really more like a money lending ser-! Boone: No- you know what? Fuck you. Fine. I'm done with this. I don't need your damn money -just let me get another job and move the fuck on. Operator: Oh! The Foundation would never interfere with ex-employees' future career aspirations, Ms. Boone! We’re very sorry to hear you’re having a difficult time finding a new position. We know the economy is in terrible shape right now. [4 seconds silence.] Operator: Now, if you’d like to consider re-joining the Foundation team, we have some wonderful positions available in- [Loud cracking noise - later identified as Ms. Boone throwing her phone across the room.] [Distorted sobbing.] [Call disconnects.] Report: Stimulus Protocol: "Insolvent" - Success. Recommend Stimulus Protocols "Wasting," "Salted Earth," "Judas," and "Total Crisis" for escalation. Response: Standby. Henrietta Boone SL-10: Observation | Blue Meadow Park, 13/12/2002. Henrietta Boone sits on a park bench. Visibility is limited due to an active snowstorm. Henrietta Boone is observed shivering heavily, as she is wearing only a thin jacket. Henrietta Boone makes no attempts to stand or seek shelter. [RECORD PURGED], wearing only a plain suit, enters from the east path and sits down next to Henrietta Boone. Henrietta Boone looks at [RECORD PURGED] in confusion and with caution. [RECORD PURGED]: You should head back inside. Boone: (…) I'm fine, thank you. Excuse me. Henrietta Boone stands, and begins to walk away. [RECORD PURGED]: Sit down, Ms. Boone. Henrietta Boone freezes. She looks back at [RECORD EXPUNGED], then rapidly in all directions. After several seconds, she slowly resumes her seat. [RECORD EXPUNGED] offers her a cigarette. Boone: (…) So you're here to kill me, then? [RECORD PURGED] looks at the cigarette, then laughs. [RECORD PURGED] lights it, and begins smoking. Boone: Who are you? [RECORD PURGED]: Oh, hell, that doesn't matter. I'm just here to deliver a message. Boone: (…) I'm not coming back. [RECORD PURGED] exhales a lungful of smoke, then rests his arm over the back of the bench. [RECORD PURGED]: Y'know, the people I work for - name's not important - they've got these two kinda' "playbooks." There's the White Playbook, and the Black Playbook. You; you blazed right through the White Playbook when you just up and quit. You were determined! Most people deliberate on it longer - fuss around with the idea. Gives us plenty of time to get in there. Boone: And what, torture them? [RECORD PURGED] shakes their head while taking another drag. [RECORD PURGED]: Mm. Mm-mm. No. No, White Playbook first. That's 90% of our job, actually. We remind people why working for the Foundation is the best damn job in the world. Half the pay-bumps come down from our Department, because 'The Right People are Worth It.' That's our motto. Someone gives their two weeks? Within thirteen days we've made their life so damn good they don't even remember why they were quitting. Not just their work life either—mm-mm, no—we solve all sorts of problems; financial frustrations, personal woes, bedroom issues, you name it. [RECORD PURGED] looks at their cigarette, then stamps it out on the bench board. [RECORD PURGED]: But some of 'em - like you - just don't want to be happy working in a secret lab, saving the world, earning three times as much as they'd earn anywhere else. Then we've gotta' break out the Black Playbook. Boone: Is that what that is? Are you here to threaten me? [RECORD PURGED]: No; I'm here because I've been watching you, Ms. Boone. You seem like a smart person. It's refreshing. I mostly deal with scientists, y'know? You'd think they'd be smart people - and they are, scientifically. As people, though, they're mostly idiots. They spend their lives in books and labs and freaky research projects - never learning any common sense or social smarts. Worse, they're migratory creatures, scientists. They don't stay still very long. They move from project to project, patent to patent, grant to grant. It's like herding cats! Hey though, look around the Foundation; what do you see? 30, 40, 50 year tenures, all working to keep the world safe. That's because somebody like me brought 'em back when they went feral. You though - a practical woman like you… I figured it might be worth going off the Playbook and just telling you direct. Boone: (…) I am not coming back. [RECORD PURGED] signs, brushing the snow off their knees. [RECORD PURGED]: Ms. Boone, I'm really not here to threaten you. I just want you to understand: that Black Playbook of ours? If it was a novel, you'd only be on Chapter 3. We've been trying a very light touch with you 'till now- Boone: Oh yeah? Yeah!? Starving me, freezing me, gouging my family's medical benefits - that's just foreplay for you people!? [RECORD PURGED]: (immediate) Yes. 2 seconds silence. [RECORD PURGED]: Let me put it another way, Ms. Boone: icy days like this, a man with a bad shin like your brother in law might end up slipping while snow-blowing his driveway. Your forgetful mother might leave the window open after she's done airing out the kitchen, then take a nap on the couch and wind up having a long, cold sleep. And those are just the conventional hazards. You've seen first hand what kind of monsters there are in this world. You helped pen them up, once upon a time. Without you… well, one of those monsters might end up making a home under your niece's bed. 3 second silence. [RECORD PURGED]: Ah, right… your sister hasn't told you yet. Well congra- Boone: Fuck you. Fuck. You. [RECORD PURGED] sighs, stands, and straightens their suit. [RECORD PURGED]: Take however long you'd like, Ms. Boone. Swear at our phone operators, endanger your life, spray paint our logo on your car and drive around screaming about the Foundation. It won't change anything. The next day no one will remember, and your car will be squeaky clean. But if you'd like to be practical about it… [RECORD PURGED] shrugs, tucks their hands in their pockets, and walks back down the east path. [RECORD PURGED]: You should really head back inside. It's only going to get colder out here. Henrietta Boone stands to pursue [RECORD PURGED], who has disappeared into the snowstorm. The cigarette, and impression they made on the bench have vanished as well. Report: Retention Efforts - Successful. Henrietta Boone has contacted the Foundation, and re-assumed her prior position. Response: Continue monitoring for relapse. Give her the Grade 1 Benefits Package, minus bonus. Minimize her downtime, and observe her closely for Red Flag behavior. She needs to be distracted. Give her a big project. Henrietta Boone SL-761: Observation, 01/03/2022 Henrietta Boone and six dozen other engineers, researchers, and skilled laborers complete assembly of the "Argonaut Trans-Spatial Array," designed for detection of specific deep-space anomalous threats. The crowd, including Henrietta Boone, stand inside a 90m wide receiving dish constructed in the New Mexico desert. Champagne is being poured. A dark van pulls up beside the dish, unloading a well-dressed figure framed by two larger individuals. The assorted staff raise their glasses as the trio approach. O5-10: Don't let me interrupt! I just wanted to come down and see the fruits of our labor at last; twenty years in the making! Really, you should all be extremely proud. O5-10 takes a glass of Champagne offered to them by a nearby Director. O5-10 holds it aloft. O5-10: To the Argonaut! The group cheers, politely. Conversation breaks back out, and O5-10 begins congratulating people individually. Eventually, they reach Henrietta Boone. O5-10: You did a marvelous job, Doctor Boone. Boone: Ms. Boone is fine, Overseer. My doctorate is in Engineering. O5-10: Ah, my apologies. I'd only ever seen your name on reports, and they do put great stock in titles. You're like me, though; you take pride in your work, not your title. Very good. 05-10 raises their hand. Henrietta Boone grasps it, and shakes. After several seconds, Henrietta Boone hasn't let go. O5-10: (…) If you'll excuse me, I need to congratulate the other- Boone: Fire me. 2 seconds silence. O5-10: Pardon? Boone: Fire me. I don't want to work for the Foundation anymore. I want you to fire me. O5-10: (…) Well, we'll be lesser without you, Miss Boone, but you'll have to contact your HR person- O5-10 continues smiling, but attempts to pull their hand away strongly. Henrietta Boone holds on. Boone: No- no. No. I want- Overseer, I want you to fire me. I want you to say "you can leave now, you've done enough." O5-10: Miss Boone- Boone: You run the Foundation, right? You're the biggest of the big. You can do it, can't you? You can just… fire me, and that'll be the end of it, right? Henrietta Boone's hand begins to shake. She fails to meet O5-10 eyeline, instead focusing on their shoes. Boone: Please fire me. After several seconds, Boone looks up again. O5-10 has not stopped smiling, but their voice drops when they speak next. O5-10: Do you really think I can? Boone continues staring, and holding the air where O5-10's hand had previously been - even as O5-10 walks off to the next person, and greets them cheerfully. O5-10 (to other): Fabulous job, really. Report: Standard 20-year Surveillance Period complete. Henrietta Boone remains productive and non-obstructive. Response: Good. Monitor her for another 20. Henrietta Boone SL-762: Digital Recording of Confidential Therapy Session, 09/07/2022. Dr. Malone: How are you sleeping, Henrietta? Boone: Just fine, thanks. Henrietta Boone SL-763: Surveillance Footage of Home Bedroom, 08/07/2022. 2:15AM - Henrietta Boone sits with her back to the bedroom door. Henrietta Boone: (…) Oh shut the hell up, you lucky bastards… |
SCP-6631 | keter | by Strange Matter Item#: 6631 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The town of Willimantic, Connecticut is to be fenced off in 5km. Roads leading to all nearby towns are to be closed off and rerouted (refer to Protocol Shiva-7-1). Civilians who attempt to enter the five-kilometer exclusion zone around Willimantic will be detained and transported to Outpost-VI for questioning and Class-B amnestics. The area around Willimantic has been declared an official no-fly zone for all commercial and recreational aerocrafts. Any aeroplanes are to be cautioned of the $750,000 penalty for entering the restricted zone. Aeroplanes that disregard this warning are to be located and administered Class-B amnestics upon landing. Cover stories of chemical waste within the town are to be broadcasted. Updated Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6631 is to be held in a standard containment unit in Sub-Level 4 of Site-77. SCP-6631 is to be covered at all times with on-site guards stationed outside of the containment unit. Access to SCP-6631's containment unit is restricted to personnel with Level 3 clearance who have undergone cognitohazardous resistance training. Description: SCP-6631 is a 3-dimensional triangular obsidian monument, measuring 1.14m in height and 15cm in width. When deactivated, SCP-6631 illuminates a cognitohazardous light which influences victims to approach and reactivate the object. Once the victim reactivates SCP-6631, they become SCP-6631-A. SCP-6631-A is a singular entity that has made physical contact with SCP-6631, causing its lower body and forearms to fuse to the surface. SCP-6631-A increases its cognitohazardous reach via a yellow triangular glyph that appears 65-meters in the sky. The glyph emits a 32,000LM1 that converts witnesses into instances of SCP-6631-1. Additionally, it disrupts any nearby electronic device, potentially rendering them ineffective. SCP-6631-1 designates a collection of organic entities that act as a collective consciousness for SCP-6631-A and SCP-6631-B. SCP-6631 emits a yellow light from their opened mouths and eyes. Becoming an SCP-6631 is caused by viewing SCP-6631-A's glyph and is instantaneous. As SCP-6631-1 instances as a vessel for SCP-6631-A and SCP-6631-B. Affected entities are incapable of acting independently and frequently starve themselves. SCP-6631-1's primary objective appears to be locating organic entities and converting them into other SCP-6631-1 instances. SCP-6631-B designates an organic entity that has control over SCP-6631-1 instances without being fused to SCP-6631. Becoming an SCP-6631-B instance is unknown. SCP-6631-B can verbally command all SCP-6631 instances remotely. Despite retaining their sentience, there is speculation that SCP-6631-B instances are partially controlled by SCP-6631. Discovery: In 2010, 172 people were reported missing across the state of Connecticut in the span of two months. No traces of the missing persons were found during the investigations spearheaded by local law enforcement. Once the public grew aware of the rising number of missing persons across the state of Connecticut, the Federal Bureau of Investigations were involved, but their findings were inconclusive. During the period of high missing persons cases, a satellite belonging to the multinational cable channel CNN captured footage of SCP-6631 located at the Pomeroy State Park Scenic Reserve. When Foundation Containment Teams were dispatched, they were approached by the Unusual Incidents Unit, who provided footage from a dashboard camera from a subject named Jerry Nicolson. A 26-year-old caucasian male who was affiliated with Parawatch. When Foundation gained access to his account, he made a post the week before his disappearance. Addendum-1: Jerry Nicolson 1nterf4cer 05/02/10 (Sunday) 23:50:12 #68491173 I hid in a corner of my closet when they came. there were loud thuds, glass breaking, and yellow lights through the cracks of my door. My parents and little brother screamed along with the other neighbors that those people took. It was early, like 3 am early. After a while, things got quieter and I went to see all of Liberty Hill empty. Houses busted in and wrecked like an earthquake hit. I got a police station from another town to come to pick me up and they asked a bunch of questions. There wasn't much for me to say, obviously. I gotta go back. I have to find them. Get to the bottom of this. Wish me luck. After the disappearance of Jerry Nicolson, UIU investigators found his abandoned car in the middle of the road. A large trail of blood followed this but no bodies were found. When Foundation personnel arrived at the scene, the UIU handed them a recovered dashboard camera. + View Dashboard Cam footage - Close Dashboard Cam footage DATE: 4/7/2010 <Begin Log> The time is 23:11. The headlights show the roads and trees passing by as the song "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars plays on the radio. Jerry taps on the wheel with the song's beat until his phone rings. He turns the volume down and answers the call. Jerry: Hello…? Hey, what's up…? No, nothing yet… Yeah, I remember… What's your point…? Are you fucking serious..? No! Maybe they missed something… They don't know that! You don't know that!… What does that have to do with anything…? Wow, thanks…Look, I don't know what to tell you but if you're that worried, you should've come with me… Then help me out, you think I wanna be here, at night with no one else for miles!? I'm scared too, shit. I don't know what's out there, but they're still my parents… I bet you would do the same thing if you were in my shoes… I know… I will… Love you too. He hangs up and tosses the phone on the passenger seat. He rolls down the window and rests his arm on it. Extraneous footage removed. Recording resumes at 23:45. The car is parked on the side with Jerry urinating beside the car. Once he's finished he walks back to his car before snapping his head behind him. Jerry: Hello? Dashboard camera doesn't pick up any sound. Jerry takes a few steps closer to his car while still keeping his head towards the direction of where he heard the noise. Jerry: Hello? Is someone there? Jerry tilts his head and stands there for a couple of seconds until he rushes into his car and tries to turn on the ignition. A man with yellow light emanating from his eyes and mouth jumps on top of the hood and presses his body on the windshield. Jerry starts the car and drives, trying to shake off the man. The man punches the windshield in an attempt to break through as Jerry slams the brakes, causing the man to fly off the hood onto the road. Jerry accelerates and passes by him. Jerry is breathing heavily while trying to stabilize the car. Jerry: What the fuck!? What the fuck!? What the fuck!? Oh my God! Holy shit! He continues to drive for eight minutes until the dash camera shows him approaching a person. He slows down the car and dims the headlights to see them clearer. It's a woman, also possessing a yellow glow in her eyes and mouth. After a couple of seconds, a horde of people rush out of the woods to the car. Jerry drives backwards as the horde grows and begins to pursue him. The car shakes repeatedly and swivels to the right, crashing into a tree. As Jerry shifts the gears, the SCP-6631-1 instances surround and pile on top of the vehicle. They manage to significantly damage the windows and screen, but Jerry is able to plow through the crowd. The car shakes violently as the sound of crunching is recorded. Eventually, he makes his way out of the crowd. From above, lines and dots form in the sky, disrupting the footage. The headlights shut off, and the car slows down until it comes to a complete stop. Audio of the car door opening and closing is heard. The camera continues to malfunction as Jerry walks out of the frame towards the glyph. 40 minutes later, other SCP-6631-1 instances are seen moving toward the glyph until it fades away within another hour. <End Log> - Close Dashboard Cam footage Addendum-2: Drone Video footage + View Drone Footage - Close Drone Footage SCPRD "Hermes" was deployed on 06/11/2010 into the SCP-6631 exclusion zone in order to recover more information about the anomaly. <Begin Log> Hermes' camera begins recording above the forest. Hermes' camera tilts down and spots an SCP-6631-1 instance below. The SCP-6631-1 instance looks up at Hermes and attempts to grab the drone by repeatedly leaping at the machine. Hermes attempts to escape as more SCP-6631-1 instances begin pursuing it. Hermes ascends 243 meters above the ground for approximately 10 minutes before descending once SCP-6631-1 instances are no longer in sight. As Hermes continues, the camera captures a light appearing from the southeast. The camera turns and zooms in to capture SCP-6631-A's glyph before becoming distorted. As Hermes approaches SCP-6631-A's glyph, the microphone picks up audio of a woman's screams increasing in volume. 17 minutes later, the glyph fades away and Hermes reaches the farmhouse it was floating above. Hermes spots several SCP-6631-1 instances entering the house. Hermes descends and circles the house, detecting no SCP-6631-1 instances as it scans the second floor. However, Hermes captures footage of several SCP-6631-1 instances on the first floor and is recalled back to Site-77. <End Log> - Close Drone Footage Foundation personnel was deployed to fence off the exclusion zone of all SCP-6631 activity. No traces of SCP-6631-1 instances were reported during the containment. The Foundation deployed Mobile Task Force Iota-12 ("Woodlanders"), with handpicked agents who had undertaken the A.I.M. Course.2 On their return to Site-77, only two agents of Iota-12 were recovered, while the rest were deemed M.I.A. The following footage is as followed: Addendum-3: MTF Iota-12 Exploration + View Exploration Log - Close Exploration Log Mobile Task Force Iota-12 (Woodlanders) Date: 06/22/2012 Igni-1-1: Captain Duke Odum Igni-1-2: Lieutenant Paul Aidens Igni-1-3: Lieutenant Dixon Mink Igni-1-4: Private Julian Mowery Igni-1-5: Private Kenny Fordes <Begin Log> Command: Checking. 1-1: Check. 1-2: Green here. 1-3: Checkity check-check. 1-4: Check here. 1-5: Check. Command: You are green Iota-12. Good luck. 1-1: On me. MTF-Iota 12 stops at Mansfield Middle School and enters the vicinity of SCP-6631 on foot. 1-1: Alrighty, we're not sure when SCP-6631 activates, so keep your gear on. Stay frosty for any -1's, and you let us know as soon as you see one. We're not here for a fight. God knows how many people it has in its control. Am I clear? Iota-12: Yes sir! Iota-12 hikes through Schoolhouse Brook Park for 10 minutes straight with no sightings of SCP-6631-1. 1-4: Command, question. Command: Go ahead. 1-4: Isn't it kinda weird that when we locked this place down, there hadn't been any -1's around? 1-2: Yeah, I second that. Hell, they could've gotten through the fence at any time. Command: Acknowledged. We'll notify you if we see anything. 1-4: Copy. Iota-12 continues to wander the forest for twenty minutes without any SCP-6631-1 instance sightings. 1-5: Not that I'm complaining, but, weirdly, we haven't seen any SCP-6631-1 instances. 1-3: Yeah, kinda giving me the heebee jeebies. 1-1: Command, how is it up there? Command: No sign of any SCP-6631-1 instances nearby. 1-2: God, imagine if they start popping out of the ground. 1-3: Well, it was nice knowing you guys. Imma head back. 1-1: Lieutenant Mink. 1-3: Kidding Captain. 1-2: Hold up. Got one up ahead. Iota-12 raise their guns and take cover in brush. An SCP-6631-1 instance is visible across from them, seemingly unaware of their presence. Iota-12 waits until the entity disappears from sight to exit the brush. 1-2: Should we follow it? It could lead us somewhere. 1-4: Better than what we've been doing. 1-1: Command? Any other instances nearby? Command: None so far. 1-1: Good to hear. When we follow this thing, 1-4 and 1-5, we will keep an eye on our six. 1-2 and 1-3, keep an eye on our sides. Got it? Iota-12: Yes sir. Iota-12 follows the SCP-6631-1 instance for a few minutes and halts upon witnessing it enter a two-story house. 1-1: Command, SCP-6631-1 went inside a house. Should we proceed to follow it? Command: Affirmative. 1-1: Copy. 4, You're with me. The rest of you, keep an eye out. 1-1n and 1-4 pick the door lock and make their way into the home. IOta-12's footsteps are muffled by the carpet. They sneak around the house, led by 1-1. The agents ascend up the stairs as footsteps from the ceiling are heard. The agents ready their rifles before entering, finding the SCP-6631-1 instance staring out the window. SCP-6631-1: Say something. Say something. I wanna hear your voice. Please. 1-1 closes the door and gestures 1-4 to the other door across. 1-4 opens the door carefully and sees another SCP-6631-1 instance. SCP-6631-1: …SAY SOMETHING! They both quietly leave the residency and regroup with the rest of the team. 1-5: What happened in there? 1-4: They're just standing there, talking to themselves. 1-3: How many? 1-1: Just two more inside. 1-5: So that's what they've all been doing? Just nothing? But then why was that one walking around alone? 1-4: Maybe it was scouting. I-3: Looked kinda depressed for a lookout. 1-1: Either way, this makes our job a little easier. Fingers crossed we get to the farmhouse with no trouble. Command, how far are we? Command: Halfway there Iota. After another 20 minutes of hiking, Iota-12 reaches the farmhouse. At this point, they are walking through an open field. Command: Hold it. 1-1: What is it? Command: -1 instances are around the house. Probably more inside. 1-5: So what's the plan? 1-1: Gonna have to get all those -1's away from the house. Iota-12 remains silent. 1-5: We could throw a frag. Have them investigate it. 1-2: We'll lose our element of surprise. 1-3: Think that was thrown out the window when we stepped foot on this field. I-4: Got any better ideas? 1-3: Actually, I do. I can circle the house and get their attention. Hopefully, I'll only get the ones by the house. But that should leave you guys a big enough window to get inside. 1-1: Absolutely not. If we're gonna do something, we do it together. Any other suggestions? 1-3: I'm fast. I won two gold medals in track back in Uni. Used that to get away from an ex, so I think I'll make it. 1-1: I said no, so drop it. 1-2: I think we should let him. 1-3: Thank you. 1-1: We don't have the time for this. 1-2: Yeah, we don't. That's why we gotta do something now. And if he says he can do it, shit, let him. Means we don't have to hear his stupid ass jokes. 1-3: Oh my god, you paid attention! That's more than what mommy and daddy will ever do for you. 1-1: You swear you can make it? 1-3: Positive. 1-1: … Fine. Just hold tight when you lose them, and make sure to pick up your walkie. 1-3: I got this, don't worry. 1-2: God, I can't wait for you to get caught. 1-3: Love you too, Aidens. 1-3 leaves the group. His feed shows him staying low from the SCP-6631-1 instances view. 4 minutes later, 1-3 fires his rifle in the air, and the SCP-6631-1 group runs in the direction of the gunfire. He runs to the woods and continues to fire his weapon. The rest of Iota-12 head to the house and prepare to breach. They look through the windows with nobody inside, tossing a flashbang bang inside before entering. They scout the first floor with no sign of human or anomalous activity. They ascend the stair leading to the second floor as they encountered a middle-aged man wielding a double-barreled shotgun. The farmer aims his weapon to 1-1. Farmer: Who the hell are you? 1-1: We got an armed civilian! Farmer: I said who are you!? 1-1 backs up from the stairs with his weapon still aiming at the farmer. 1-1: Sir, put your weapon down. Farmer: I wanna know why you broke into my house, first. The rest of Iota-12 aim their rifles at the farmer as he is slowly walking down the stairs. The farmer eyes each member. Farmer: Am I under arrest? I didn’t do anything. 1-1: Sir, we just want to talk, but I need you to put your weapon away. Farmer: Tell you what. We can both put our guns against that wall by the door. And I mean ALL guns. Then we’ll talk. Silence 1-4: Sir, he's just an old man. 1-1: Doesn't matter. He's got his weapon on me. The farmer lowers the barrel and walks past them, placing his shotgun against the wall. After a couple of seconds, 1-1 lowers his rifle and places it on against the wall. Farmer: I did say ALL guns, mister. 1-1 reluctantly removes his pistol and lays it on the floor. The rest of the team remove their weapons and sets them next to each other. Farmer: Now we can talk. The farmer leads Iota-12 to his living room. They all have a seat on the couches. Farmer: Now, you mind telling me why you men broke into my home? 1-1: We didn't think anyone was inside. Farmer: Still doesn't answer my question. 1-1: Well. Were you aware of those people surrounding your home? Farmer: Them? Yeah, freaky little fellows, aren't they? What about 'em? 1-1: So do you know what's been happening? Farmer: Son, I don't know what the Hell's happening, so you got some explaining to do. 1-2: You notice their faces? Farmer: Glowing eyes and shit, yeah, it's weird alright. I tried scaring them off but they wouldn't leave. But they never barged in either. 1-1: Not even when you leave? Farmer: Nope. They just stand there like a bunch of crackheads. 1-4: Have you seen the news? Farmer: I don't watch that anymore. Always showing all the bad stuff going on, y'know. 1-4: Well sir, a lot of people went missing and those said missing people are apparently here. We want to find out why. Farmer: Hmm. Well, I'm not sure what can I do to help. 1-2: You are. Just answering some of our questions will be more than enough. Farmer: Alright then. 1-5: What's your name? Farmer: Harold. 1-5: Harold. Have you seen this, anywhere? 1-5 shows Harold a photo of SCP-6631-A's glyph. Harold: I have, every now and then. 1-5: Have you felt off when you did? Harold: Nope. Never. 1-2: Where have you seen it? Harold: All over. Far. close. Even here. I've tried going to it on several occasions but by the time I got there, it would either disappear or lead me to the middle of nowhere. Along with all the rest of these people. 1-1: And you were still not affected by it, even when you were close to it? Harold: That's right. 1-1: And the people still left you alone? Harold: Yes. Honestly, I don't know what else to make of it. 1-4: What can you tell us about your time here when it started? Harold: Well… My wife has gotten sick and I was still trying to work on the harvest. I've got a lot on my mind and am trying to do as much as I can here. But when I first saw it. The thing in the sky. Not gonna lie, I thought it was some new light show tech stuff or whatever that was happening. But then, after a few minutes, I saw people walking through my field, eyes, and mouths glowing. I was creeped out. But they paid no attention to me. So I hunkered in my house and waited it out. At some point, a group would stay here and not leave until the thing showed up. 1-1: Why haven't you left yet? Harold: I can't leave my wife here. Especially when the doctors are probably walking around with the rest of them. I have to be the one to take care of her 24/7. 1-5: Did you try contacting anyone? Harold: I did. Numerous times. Nothing seems to work. Harold leans forward and covers his forehead. Harold: I honestly don't know what else to do. I've tried everything but… 1-2: Has your wife seen the glyphs in the sky? Harold: No. She's asleep most of the time. 1-1: Do you mind if we speak to her? Harold: I absolutely do mind. She's going through too much as it is, and I don't want her to be in any panic. 1-1: We can help you, and your wife. Harold: How? 1-1: We can escort you both out of here and get her to a hospital. But you might need to come with us. Harold: Why me? 1-1: If what you're saying is true. Then maybe you can help us with this. Harold: I don't know. 1-1: My men can't stay here. One of mine is risking his life out there just for us to have this conversation. I'm sorry Harold, but I'm not asking you. Harold: Can I at least let my wife know what's going on? 1-1: Yes, you can. Harold stands from his chair and walks over the stairs. He climbs up and his footsteps are heard from above, as well as a door closing. 1-1: 1-3, are you still with us? Static noises. 1-1: Mink, are you there? Static noises. 1-1: Motherf- Command. Command: Copy 1-1. 1-1: Any visual on 1-3? Command: 1-3 retreated to a building with the SCP-6631-1 instances on his tail. Neither had come out yet. 1-1: Shit, he's that far? Command: What's your status? 1-1: We got two civilians. Elderly couple. One is a sick woman who needs medical attention ASAP. The husband seems to be immune to the cognitohazard, and has not been approached by the SCP-6631-1 instances. Although, we're still not sure why a handful of them was standing around his house. Command: Acknowledged. I'd recommend you get out of there ASAP. 1-1: Copy that. Though the wife might be difficult. Command: I will leave you to it. Stay safe. 1-1: Understood. 1-1 stands up and walks to get his rifle and pistol than to the stairs. 1-1: Harold! It's time to go! Harold: Just give me a second! 1-1 climbs up the stairs. 1-1: We'll figure something out with your wife, but we need to get moving! Harold! I-2 follows I-1, gesturing for the others to stand by. 1-4 and 1-5 grab their rifles and pistols. 1-1 creep through the halls, knocking on the first door. 1-1: Harold? 1-1 opens the door to see a small white bathroom. 1-1: We don't have time for games, man. Come out. 1-1 opens the closet door filled with jackets and shirts. 1-2: What's taking so long? 1-1: Something isn't right. Cover me. 1-1 moves to the next door while 1-2 is catching up to him. He stops and looks at the bottom of the closet and sees a binder with straight, angular lines. He crouches and takes it out, revealing the cover to be the same symbol as the glyph of SCP-6631. 1-2: Captain, hold up! He rushes to 1-1, showing him the binder. 1-2: Look at this. 1-1: Shit. Hold onto it. Harold! 1-1 opens the bedroom door, with nobody inside. They see a wide-open window and investigate the room. 1-1 sees a fire escape and then Harold who’s running across the field. 1-1: He’s making a run for it! 1-1 and 1-2 rush through the hallway and down the stairs. 1-1: Let’s go! 1-1 opens the door and chases Harold with 1-2 behind him. 1-4 and 1-5 quickly grab their weapons and join up with them. 1-4: Command! We got a runner, making a break for the woods. Command: What happened in there? 1-2: I got myself a binder that can probably tell us more about this place. It was in his closet. He knows something about it. Command: Copy. Take him in. 1-4: Any sign of 1-3? Command: Negative. What of the wife? 1-1: Couldn’t find her. Command: Understood. I see SCP-6631-1 instances ahead. SCP-6631-1 emerges out from the trees and toward Harold. Harold: Get them! The SCP-6631-1 instances run past him towards Iota-12. The team raises their weapons and opens fire as another group of SCP-6631-1 instances emerge from the woods. The squad retaliate, shooting the incoming SCP-6631-1 instances. Harold slows down and turns around with the team eventually catching up to him. Harold3 pants and looks at Iota-12 with yellow glowing eyes and the glyph forming behind the head. 1-1: Command, he’s one of them. Command: Stay alert. Iota-12 aims their rifles at SCP-6631-B. 1-1: Get on the ground now! SCP-6631-B: It was you wasn’t it? The big fence and all. I-2: Hands up and on the ground! SCP-6631-B stands up straight, staring at the MTF. 1-1: What did you do to this place!? SCP-6631-B does not respond. 1-5 approaches SCP-6631-B at an arm's distance. SCP-6631-B: You boys should’ve left us be. 1-4: We got contact on our Southeast side! A large group of SCP-6631-1 instances runs towards Iota-12. 1-5 grabs SCP-6631-B and throws it down. 1-5: Call them off! 1-2: We gotta get out of here! 1-5 shakes SCP-6631-B violently and shoves his barrel at its temple. 1-5: I said call them off! Command: Iota-12, there’s a horde of SCP-6631-1 instances on your way. Get a move on. I-3: What about Dixon? Command: Still no sign of him. I’m sorry, but you need to get out while you can. 1-1: Fucking Christ! Let’s go! 1-5: What about this one?! 1-1: Forget it, now come on! 1-5 takes his gun away from SCP-6631-B, and the rest of the team runs up north. Command: You got several SCP-6631-1 instances up ahead. Iota-12 aim their weapons and fire at the incoming SCP-6631-1 instances. They make their way through the forests and continue their escape. After a few minutes of running, they notice other SCP-6631-1 instances running from their sides. As 1-4 shoots an SCP-6631-1 instance, he glances behind him to see the growing horde that's been pursuing the squad. 1-4 faces forward, colliding with a tree. 1-5: Julian! 1-5 stops and runs back to 1-4. He slides next to him and tries to pick him up while scrambling to do the same. 1-5: Come on! Stand up! 1-4 tries to stand but when he takes a step, he tumbles back down. 1-5 clings to him to give him support. 1-1: Where are you guys!? 1-5: Mowery got knocked out. I went back for him. 1-1: You need to hurry up, we're almost out of here! 1-5 throws 1-4 onto his back and jogs. 1-5: Come on. Come on. Come on. You got this. Within 20 seconds, SCP-6631-1 instance tackles 1-5 and 1-4. 1-5 aims his rifle and begins firing at the horde before being overwhelmed. 1-5: (muffling) Get the fuck off me! A few seconds later, they disperse and pick 1-5 and 1-4. 1-5 struggles to escape while 1-4 remains limp. 1-1 and 1-2 make it back to Mansfield Middle School before rushing to get back inside their vehicle. 1-1 takes the driver's seat while 1-2 goes in the back. 1-1 starts the vehicle and accelerates onto the main road. 1-2: I don't see them. 1-1: Command. Got anything? Command: Negative but keep an eye out. 1-2 pants. 1-1: You still got the binder? 1-2: Yeah… Right here. He lifts it and drops his arm back down. Suddenly, their camera violently spins from a collision. Their vehicle stops and footage capture a white pick-up truck against the side. Command: 1-1 and 1-2! Respond! Silence Command: 1-1 and 1-2! Re-… Oh, hell. 1-3 exits the pick-up truck with his pistol in hand, now an SCP-6631-1 instance. It opens the door to the driver's seat but is knocked down by 1-1. He rushes out of the car and disarms SCP-6631-1. 1-1 holds SCP-6631-1 down on the ground as 1-2 sees the two on the ground through the broken window. 1-2: Dixon? 1-1: Paul, I need you to take the car and drive! 1-2: But- 1-1: I SAID FUCKING GO! 1-2 crawls onto the driver's seat and activates the engine. 1-2 drives away as 1-1 and SCP-6631-1 wrestle with one another. SCP-6631-1: You know this doesn't change anything for you, right? 1-1: (grunts) He'll make it. SCP-6631-1: Like your boy here? 1-1 hurls SCP-6631-1 down and picks himself back up. He draws his pistol and aims it at SCP-6631-1. It does not engage. SCP-6631-1: Go ahead. Shoot. 1-1: What are you? SCP-6631-1: I'm just a guy. Trying to do what's best. You understand, right? 1-1: When I get my hands on you. I'm gonna fucking kill you, freak. SCP-6631-1: Me? Or them? The horde of SCP-6631-1 surrounds the pair. He is restrained by the entities before he can retaliate. 11 minutes later, the glyph of SCP-6631-A appears and the SCP-6631-1 instances force 1-1 to look at it. Both 1-1's body cam feed and commands drone feed get disrupted and cuts off. <End Log> - Close Exploration Log All attempts at exploration were put on hold following the return of Lt. Aidens. The handwritten journal Lt. Aidens recovered is transcribed below: + View Journal Entries - Close Journal Entries I don't know what to do anymore. It's like everything I do is a waste. I'm not ready to let go. I don't want to be. Lord, give me something. Help me save my Mariam. And I will forever, and ever be in your debt. Just give me something. Anything. A bright flash of light and a loud boom woke me up. Mariam was gone. I rushed out of the house and into the truck to find her. That's when I saw this thing in the sky. And I just went straight to it, no hesitation. I don't know why, but, I heard her scream. God, she sounded like she was being skinned alive. She was calling for me. She needed me. I see a crater, and below I see this weird, black triangle glowing yellow. And Mariam… Her legs… her hands… just gone. I went over to help her. I touched the thing and I felt like me again, but, not at the same time? I don't know but I heard her thoughts, and she mine. Then these other folk show up. Glowing faces and all. They all went to her as I did, but instead, they just disappeared. A quick flash of light then poof. Gone. As they kept doing this. I felt stronger. I felt more connected with Mariam. Is this it? Has God answered my prayers? I can see and hear everything now. Everything that goes on here in this town. Like right now, I'm on top of a hill overlooking the horizon, while I hear the horns of cars. I say I'm thirsty, and all these things come in packs with bottles of water, juices, and all sorts of drinks. Mariam doesn't need any of that though. She's fine just the way she is. Perfect and beautiful. That's a lie, actually. She does need her energy. I need to do something about that. And quick. We had a fight. She says she wants me to take her out of it. Like hell, I'm saving you! You should be thanking me instead of being an ungrateful- No. Don't even go there. Doesn't matter now. I know what she needs. More energy. Yeah. That'll be good, right? Little apology gift. I've been seeing things lately. Not the things that my people see. But- Lemme start at the beginning. At first, it was just dreams. Little things that I could barely remember. But I would always see the stars. Beautiful little things, twinkling in the dark. And then, nothing. Just empty blackness. After a while, the dreams became more frequent. And I could remember them a bit more clearly than the last. I see a world. A torn world. Ripped inside and out until it looks like a husk. I see these things. They look like…Spiders? I don't know, but they had lots of arms and legs. Anyway, I see one that's infused with the triangle, much like Mariam. I see, hundreds, maybe thousands of others like it working on a massive ark. I feel hungry and thirsty. And it's like my body is tearing up. But… We have to leave. And we have to leave soon. The light isn't bright enough. And even when it moves, it's still not enough. I gotta go further out. Passed Willimantic. Doesn't help that we're miles from any other town. But I'll make it work. I have to. For Mariam. The Ark is almost complete. I only hope that we have enough to fuel it and The Korto Stone. Kaniska and the others should be back soon with the coordinates for our new home. Qanu is not doing well. I could offer more slaves to him but we would be low on construction. That kind of resources and time cannot be wasted. Qanu, just hold on for a little longer. We will all survive this apocalypse. I've got a good number today. But numbers ran thin. I'm closing into Liberty Hill and Mansfield Center. I need to really think of a plan of attack. 3 or 4 a.m. Sounds like a good enough time. I need lots of zip ties, rope, and gags. Anything and everything to keep them still and quiet until we get them back in Willimantic. It's a lot… But it's okay. Just think of it like it's your farm. Just bigger. You got this, Harold. But enough about me. I need to get Mariam somewhere safe. Safe and cozy… Harold, you're a fucking genius! Oh my God! That was a little harder than I'd thought. But we did it! I got her here, with me. Now I'll just need to take extra measures for when they leave for tonight. I'll leave 30 slaves here on guard while the rest head for Liberty Hill. You are gonna eat good, Mariam! They found us! We must leave now! Kaniska… He told them… I should have used the stone on you when I had the chance! No matter. You wish for your death than salvation? You wish to side with the very people that destroyed our home? So be it! I will not die. No, I will thrive in our new home. I will rebuild it from the ground up. I will be a just ruler of my people. And I will care for the new home I have made, unlike our pathetic Emporer. I WILL THRIVE! A stray comet struck our port side. Everything is gone. The light is not bright enough for anyone to see. I see my brother, Mikuul. The one who cared for me when I fused with The Korto. The one who always cared for me before that. Floating away from me, as I try to breathe. I see stars. Beautiful little things, twinkling in the dark. They fade. Until there is nothing but black. - Close Journal Entries Addendum-4: Capt. Duke Odum A week later, all SCP-6631-1 instances had lost their anomalous properties and had reverted to non-anomalous humans. Class-A amnestics were administered to the civilians and Foundation personnel evacuated the area under the guise of the National Guard. 2 days later, Foundation personnel entered the farmhouse and recovered SCP-6631 and all missing MTF Iota-12 agents. The events leading to the deactivation of SCP-6631 were captured in Capt. Odum's body camera. + View Video - Close Video <Begin Log> The log begins recording at 12:22. Odum walks through the branches, making no attempts to create a clear path. Eventually, he sees a river and follows it downstream. He continues for half an hour before coming across an SCP-6631-1 instance. The entity was originally a small boy, now suffering from malnutrition and various cuts and bruises. The entity continues moving, unfazed by its injuries. Odum begins to follow but eventually stops. Odum continues walking downstream for another 40 minutes until it leads to a highway. There are cars scattered over the road, the doors of which are left ajar. Odum makes his way onto the road and turns right. He walks for an additional 20 minutes before coming across a University in a neighborhood. Odum's camera records several other SCP-6631-1 instances, all of which seem to be suffering from malnutrition. Odum passes the SCP-6631-1 instances, as they make their way to their next destination. Odum spots 1-4 among the crowd. Odum wanders through the campus, eventually finding himself in front of a Student Center. He looks to his left and notices a shattered window. He crawls through the opening and walks until he finds a café. Odum finds a bottle of water, vocalizes, and drops to his knees as he starts to drink. He coughs and sees several bags of varying chip brands. He snatches a few Dorito bags, rips them open, and eats the entirety of the contents. He consumes several other foods stored at the café before falling asleep. Odum appears to wake up 7 hours later. He heads to the front desk with a dolly register to keep him supported. He climbs over, sits on the rolling chair, and tries to use the computer. He does this for a few minutes before stopping. Odum: Right. No electricians. Odum takes his radio from his shoulder. Odum: Command? Silence. Odum: Command? Can you hear me? Silence. Odum: Great. A bright yellow light is seen causing Odum to jump. he hides underneath the desk and looks at the wall. After an hour of waiting, the yellow light dims and disappears. Odum peaks from the desk, scanning for any signs of SCP-6631-1 instances. None are seen nearby. Odum: Fuck it. Odum climbs over the desk and uses the dolly to walk to the broken window. He exits and slowly walks to the road. He follows it for approximately 15 minutes before stopping at the forest. Crunching leaves and snapping branches are heard throughout the footage for 40 minutes. Eventually, Odum is back at the farmhouse field, alongside several SCP-6631-1 instances. SCP-6631-B can be seen at the head of the group. Odum joins the SCP-6631-1 instances and follows SCP-6631-B to the farmhouse. SCP-6631-B goes inside while the SCP-6631-1 instances stand and wait for 2 hours until SCP-6631-B exits. SCP-6631-B leads the majority of SCP-6631-1 instances away from the house Odum stays behind and begins to lag behind the group. Once the horde is out of sight, Odum turns around and enters the house. He explores upstairs and searches each room but nothing catches his attention. until he enters the main bedroom. He approaches a nearby dresser and inspects a framed picture of an old woman. Odum: It's her… The woman in my dreams. Odum places the frame back on the dresser and goes downstairs. He walks around the first floor and inspects every door to eventually find one that leads down to a basement. He descends the stairs and switches on the basement lights, locating a tunnel to his left. He enters the tunnel and walks for about 3 minutes until he finds an opening with a flickering light. He makes his way to the opening and finds a decaying corpse of a woman. The corpse is fused to a smooth, black surface the shape of an upside-down triangle, and has the same glowing glyph engraved on the torso. Collections of decayed bodies and remnants of countless skeletons rest below. SCP-6631-A lifts its head to Odum and moves its mouth as if it is trying to speak. SCP-6631-A: Duke… Odum… Odum: Mariam? SCP-6631-A: You… Haven't fully… turned. Odum: Let me go. Please. SCP-6631-A: Not… yet. I… Need you. Odum: What can I do that other of your instances can't? SCP-6631-A: Harold knows all… I've been trying…. to not use the light… but I feel hungry… thirsty. I'm… Sorry. But as long as I don't use the light… As long as I stay silent… He doesn't know what I'm thinking… But for you… it's different… You resist… He doesn't see… what you see… or hear what you hear. Odum: Not for long. I can feel myself slipping. My body moves on its own, even when my legs are aching. SCP-6631-A: Yes… But do not worry… I will only use the light…one last time… They glow from SCP-6631-A''s eyes become brighter. SCP-6631-A: Take your gun… Shoot me, Odum. Odum: I- I don't want to. SCP-6631-A: Do it… They're on their way. Odum: Mariam… my love… SCP-6631-A: Take… your… gun. Odum draws his pistol and begins shaking as he aims at its head. Odum: Mariam, what are you doing?! Stop! SCP-6631-A: Pull… the trigger. Odum: No, no, no ,no, no, no ,no, no, no, no! SCP-6631-A: Do it. Odum lowers his gun. SCP-6631-A: SHOOT! A flash of yellow light envelops the footage before a gunshot is heard. The light vanishes and Odum is on the ground hyperventilating. Odum manages to control his breathing after a few minutes. SCP-6631-A'a decayed body crumbles to dust, leaving SCP-6631 in almost pristine condition, minus the bullet that has dug deep inside the object. Odum stands and flees the tunnel system. He rushes out from the basement to the front of the porch, where he finds a crowd of people laying on the ground. Everyone appears disoriented or in pain, but the majority of them are conscious, alive, and no longer exhibiting anomalous properties. Odum sits on the porch. <End Log> - Close Video Capt. Odum was recovered and kept under medical supervision for 2 weeks. On-site psychologist Dr. Fisk Lasso had to evaluate Capt. Odum's condition due to prolonged exposure to SCP-6631's influence. + Open Capt. Odum Interview - Close Capt. Odum Interview Interviewed: Capt. Duke Odum Interviewer: Dr. Fisk Lasso <Begin Log> Dr. Lasso: How are you feeling today, captain? Odum remains silent as he clasps his hands and begins to shake. Dr. Lasso: Captain? Odum: Huh? Oh, uh. I'm good. Dr. Lasso: You're shaking. Odum: Oh. I mean-… Dr. Lasso: There's no shame in being honest. You're safe. Odum: It's just that I'm realizing a lot of things. Dr. Lasso: Like what? Odum: For starters, the -1's we shot. Outside looking in, it's no big deal. Like, you saw, they were the ones after us. Dr. Lasso: Yes? Odum: But actually being one of them. They didn't know what was going on. They were literally just people. Dr. Lasso: But you have killed people before, yes? Odum: Other soldiers, bandits, pirates. They knew what they were doing and what they got themselves into. But these were just… normal people. And I killed them. Dr. Lasso: You defended yourself, captain. Odum: Sure. Dr. Lasso: Is there anything else on your mind? Odum: Mariam… Dr. Lasso: The one fused to SCP-6631? Odum nods. Odum: It's hard to put into words. When you got no control over your own body. But I wanted so badly to just lay down and never wake up. My legs were tearing apart with every step I took And when I found Mariam. When she told me to-… Excuse me for a moment. Odum remains silent. Odum: It was like I shot my own wife, man. When -2 spoke through me, begging her to stop. For some reason, my brain just imagined Penelope in her place. I don't know if it was the hivemind shit or my sleep deprivation but… Jesus Christ. Dr. Lasso: But you didn't kill your wife. Pause Odum: I think we all felt it. That desperation. That second chance to try. And that split-second shock before SCP-6631 deactivated. Pause Odum: I don't know. I don't know. Dr. Lasso: Would you like us to give you some amnestics? Odum: Not now. Maybe not for a while. I feel like I shouldn't forget. Dr. Lasso: Is there anything you would like? Odum: I think I just wanna go home for a while. Dr. Lasso: I'll see what I can do. <End Log> - Close Capt. Odum Interview As requested, Capt. Odum is on temporary leave for 2 months. Footnotes 1. A measurement of light equal to 806 meters. 2. Agents who completed the A.I.M. Course have been rendered unwavering against the majority of cognitohazardous anomalies 3. Hereafter referred to as SCP-6631-B. « SCP-6630 | SCP-6631 | SCP-6632 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6631" by Strange Matter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6631. 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: Dash Camera Footage Author: Strange Matter License: CC BY-SA-compatible Source Link: http://scp-sandbox-3.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-lost-in-the-evening-stroll/Symbol%20Footage%20Dashcam |
SCP-6632 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6632 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6632 will remain a functioning restaurant under control of the SCP Foundation. Researchers will pose as either managers or employees of SCP-6632. If SCP-6632 exceeds its budget for any fiscal year, it will temporarily close under the guise of renovations until further appropriations have been secured. Description: SCP-6632 is a sentient taco restaurant named "Tcao Time"1 located in the West Valley Mall in Spokane, Washington, United States of America, Earth. SCP-6632's brain consists of a large mass of fat and neurons located in a cavity behind the main "Tcao Time" sign. These neurons extend to many of the appliances inside the store, including the cash register, stove, fryer, and refrigerator. SCP-6632 communicates by printing words and crude figures onto the cash register's thermal paper. SCP-6632 is not capable of arithmetic or higher-order mathematical reasoning. SCP-6632's brain has been extensively damaged. SCP-6632 possesses the approximate mental capacity of a five year old child, and simple questions can require several days of thought before a coherent response. SCP-6632 consumes food produced during its normal operation. Food is consumed via a hole located near the deep fryer; food inserted into the hole is conveyed upwards to a large digestive pouch via a small series of mechanical conveyor belts. As the rate of food return is high, SCP-6632 is easily able to ingest its required daily caloric intake. SCP-6632 secretes a mixture of glycerine and additives through several holes located in the ceiling of the kitchen area. This fluid appears to act as cushioning for SCP-6632's brain and digestive organ. This mixture is nontoxic and is not anomalous. According to the owner of SCP-6632, brain damage occurred when the sign was removed to fix the typo. The owner, thinking that the biological material was mold, attempted to remove it with bleach. An estimated 70% of SCP-6632's brain was damaged during this procedure. SCP-6632 first came to Foundation attention when it was discovered that the owner of SCP-6632 was selling large amounts of a glycerine-based mixture to a group of fetishists2 online. Chemical tests by the purchaser revealed that the material had not been commercially synthesized. The previous manager of SCP-6632 purchased the restaurant from the West Valley Mall, where it previously sat abandoned. No records indicate when SCP-6632 was constructed. Historical photographs indicate that its existence appears to at least date to the construction of the mall, and may predate it. Footnotes 1. Presumably based on the local "Taco Time" series of restaurants; food produced in SCP-6632 is sourced by "Taco Time" suppliers, and it is listed as a "Taco Time" franchise in company records. 2. The mixture, when placed in adult diapers, is ideal cushioning for aroused genitalia. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6632" by Jekeled, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6632. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6633 | euclid | SCP-6633: man and girl go out to drive under moonlight Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-6633 LEVEL 2/6633 CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER EUCLID RESTRICTED Only known photograph of SCP-6633, taken by an unknown victim. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6633's effect on the population has been reduced to a point where it is considered relatively minor. As such, containment of the entity has been designated as low-priority, with containment efforts being largely diverted towards methods of severity mitigation. Foundation webcrawler KI//ER is to monitor police databases for crimes matching previous SCP-6633 manifestations. These records are to be erased and witnesses amnestized. Foundation contacts within the entertainment industry are to suppress tropes and plots similar to SCP-6633 events to prevent additional manifestations. Previous Containment Procedures - Obsolete as of 1/25/2012 Hide Previous Containment Procedures Special Containment Procedures: MTF Xi-14 ("Urban Footprint") have been tasked with the capture and containment of SCP-6633. Foundation informants within emergency services are to monitor police reports for crimes matching previous SCP-6633 manifestations. Records of these reports are to be erased and witnesses amnestized. Research within the Department of Literature regarding more effective methods to locate intrafictional entities is currently underway. Description: SCP-6633 is a hostile intrafictional entity that takes the form of an unknown assailant. SCP-6633's appearance alters slightly between sightings, although is most often seen as a tall humanoid dressed in a dark trench coat, wide brimmed hat, lacking facial features, and a meat hook in place of a left hand. Unlike other intrafictional entities, the source material of SCP-6633 varies between manifestations, making permanent containment impossible. SCP-6633 operates on a parasitic relationship between itself and the current cultural zeitgeist. Whenever SCP-6633 is present, nearby events will follow those similar to widely-believed urban legends.1 The exact urban legend mimicked varies between sightings, but most follow a rumor popular at the time of the occurrence. Within this narrative, SCP-6633 will take the role of the killer. If a killer is not present in the legend being mimicked, SCP-6633 will alter the antagonist's role to be that of a nameless murderer. Other individuals within this narrative will act in ways that enable SCP-6633 to fulfill this role, resulting in illogical and impulsive actions. As any individual who interacts with the narrative falls under its effects, there is currently no known way to stop SCP-6633 once a narrative has begun. SCP-6633 narratives will always end with one or more individuals dead or severely injured, although at least one will survive long enough to recount the events of SCP-6633. This often results in the story of the urban legend becoming more prominent as reports of SCP-6633's attack are spread, and therefore more frequent manifestations. All attempts to trace or otherwise locate SCP-6633 following a narrative event have universally failed. Addendum.6633.1: Included below is an abridged list of SCP-6633 manifestations, specifically manifestations where SCP-6633 differed from its source material in an effort to build a psychological profile on the entity. For a full list of SCP-6633 manifestations, see Document-6633-IV. Date of Manifestation: 04/13/1994 Source Material and Summary: "The Killer in the Backseat" - A car is being followed by a large truck down a dark road. The truck begins to flash its high beams into the car, distracting the driver and begins to tailgate them down several roads. As the car's occupant assumes the truck has malicious intentions, it tries to loose the trucker, eventually succeeding and arriving home. When the driver exits the car, they find their rear door open, another individual unknowingly having stowed away in their backseat. The attempts by the trucker to harm the driver were actually to scare the stowaway and stop them from attacking. Deviations: SCP-6633, rather than attempting to attack the driver, stares straight through the rear windshield at the truck driver while rhythmically tapping on the glass with its metal implement. The trucker's attempts to warn the driver are ignored, although the driver is claimed by the trucker to have never acknowledged SCP-6633's presence despite it being plainly visible. This continues until the trucker loses sight of the driver after turning onto a path too narrow for the truck to navigate safely. The driver's body is later discovered, having been violently disemboweled immediately after exiting the car. Date of Manifestation: 09/01/1999 Source Material and Summary: "The Clown Statue" - A teenage babysitter is staying within a large house when they enter the guest bedroom to watch television, where they become unnerved by a life-sized clown statue within the room. They later try to fall asleep but continue to feel the presence of the statue. Unable to rest, the babysitter exits the room and calls the parents on a landline phone to complain. The parents inform them that the family possess no statue of that description, and to get out of the house. Before they can react, the clown statue, a murderer in disguise, then attacks the babysitter and kills them. Deviations: This remains as the only recorded occurrence of SCP-6633 mimicking this urban legend. Rather than being disguised, SCP-6633 remained dressed in its usual attire, with the babysitter reporting it as a "1900's fisherman statue" instead. Rather than react as intended, the parents instead report that they did own a statue of that description, and to just cover it in a bed sheet. The corpse is later discovered when they arrive home, having died of exsanguination after having its midsection repeatedly pierced by SCP-6633's hook. Large sections of the cadaver's skin were removed, having been used as rope to bind up the victim's limbs. The left hand of the cadaver was torn from the body and remains unrecovered. Date of Manifestation: 12/09/2004 Source Material and Summary: "The Man Upstairs" - A teenage babysitter receives a telephone call after putting the children in their care to bed. The call consists of an unknown voice asking them if they've "checked on the children." The call is dismissed until the unknown called dials back repeatedly, the babysitter becoming increasingly frightened. This results in the babysitter calling the police, who trace the calls only to find out they are coming from another phone within the house. They exit the home until the police arrive who discover the bodies of the children upstairs, having been killed earlier that night. Deviations: The house in which the narrative occurred did not contain young children, with the teenage daughter of the family fulfilling the role of the babysitter. Furthermore, the house was also occupied by the girl's father, who was present in the living room when the calls were received. The man recalls that during the phone conversations, no voice was heard on the other end of the line, only heavy breathing. Despite this, the daughter acted as if SCP-6633 had spoken to her and became increasingly convinced for the safety of non-existent children within the house. The girl gradually became more and more hysterical at the danger the supposed children were in, upon which she ran upstairs and was promptly killed by SCP-6633 in the upstairs bedroom. The body was discovered soon after with its internal organs removed to form the outline of small humanoid forms on the bed. Addendum.6633.2: Following widespread prominence of online fact checking websites and information resources, rates of SCP-6633 manifestations have dropped from its baseline by almost 28%. Researchers have also noted that a number of narratives previously utilized by SCP-6633 have become inactive, with the drop being traced to a public consensus that the legends were unrealistic. Based on this discovery, the Department of Film and Media has implemented Procedure Archetype with the goal of permanently combating SCP-6633's effects. Procedure Archetype consists of the suppression and revision of various tropes capable of utilization by SCP-6633. Plot-lines containing these tropes are to be rewritten by Foundation contacts within the entertainment industry in order to prevent them from becoming commonplace amongst the general populace. This effort has been focused mainly on genres known to foster such tropes, such as the mystery and horror genres. Following the implementation of Procedure Archetype, SCP-6633's containment team has reported an almost 86% drop in activity from the anomaly, with a majority of previously utilized legends ceasing altogether. Analysis has found that SCP-6633 is more likely to mimic lesser-known local legends, most of which are notably less violent. Based on eye-witness accounts, the actions of SCP-6633 during narratives have been noticeably more sluggish, with little to no deviation from the source material occurring. It is currently estimated that, at its current rate, the frequency of SCP-6633 manifestations will drop to nearly 7% of what they were previously. Redesignation to Euclid pending approval. Addendum.6633.3: On 06/19/2012, SCP-6633's research team was alerted to a sudden spike in activity from the anomaly. SCP-6633 was reported to have rapidly initiated several narratives during the night, sometimes in several locations at once. These narratives correlated with a previously unobserved narrative, and all occurred identically across all manifestations. A full transcript of the event has been pieced together through nearby CCTV and security camera footage and included below. 10:48:20 - A car of unknown make and model drives into view, stopping abruptly at the side of the road. Inside the car are a male and female. 10:48:50 - The car's occupants have a brief conversation, the contents of which are unknown. Of note is the stiff movements of both individuals, with both of their expressions appearing blank. 10:49:19 - The two appear to kiss, although upon further inspection the two merely pressed their faces together with both still possessing the same emotionless expression. 10:54:53 - The male victim exits the car, physically passing through the driver's side door while making the motions of opening it. He then stiffly walks in the rear direction of the car before stopping and intangibly passing into the ground. The female victim stares motionlessly through the windshield and remains in this position for the following two hours. At no point is she observed to blink or breathe. 12:54:53 - The female victim speaks inaudibly, upon which SCP-6633 enters the frame. Rather than walking, SCP-6633 motionlessly slides across the ground towards the passenger side door. SCP-6633 violently scratches against the car's exterior with its hook while the female reacts in exaggerated horror before passing out. SCP-6633 remains outside the car and continues repeatedly scratching the car's exterior. 05:06:00 - SCP-6633 vanishes from view. The female victim is observed sitting up and unlocking the door, stepping outside. View of the scene is obscured heavily by camera artifacts and static with the exception of SCP-6633 and the passenger side door. Footage begins to tear, merging the two figures together. 05:28:15 - The footage clears, and the female victim is nowhere to be seen. The passenger side door has been detached from the car and now bifurcates SCP-6633's midsection. SCP-6633 then motionlessly slides sideways until out of view. During post-recovery analysis, it was found that a majority of the victims had been reported missing the night prior and had little to no relation to one another. No bodies were ever recovered from the incidents, and cars recovered from the crime scenes contained no interior mechanical components, other than an empty stereo casing labeled as a "stere" in standard print. In total, SCP-6633 is believed to have caused over 120 recorded incidents during this spike in activity, with an estimated 250 unrecorded cases occurring correlating with missing persons reports. During all ensuing manifestations, SCP-6633 was sighted with the car door still attached around its midsection, although no hindrance to SCP-6633's abilities was noted. Further investigation found that an anonymous text post had been made the same night detailing events identical to SCP-6633's actions. Within the following days, SCP-6633 was identified as recreating the events of various other media sourced from the internet, all with a similar scope to SCP-6633 manifestations prior to Procedure Archetype. A study by the Department of Film and Media has since been released stating that they expect this upward trend of events to reduce over the coming months as interest in online fiction decreases, which they expect to almost, if not completely subside by the year 2013. Footnotes 1. Notable examples include The Licked Hand and The Slasher Under the Car. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6633" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6633. 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-6635 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-6635 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6635 is currently under the jurisdiction of the Unusual Incidents Unit1. All attempts at obtaining a useful functioning copy of SCP-6635 or independently re-creating it so far have failed. Further efforts are ongoing. Both embedded and external Foundation forces are to monitor UIU activities for suspected deployments of SCP-6635. Should a deployment be confirmed, Foundation agents are to remotely monitor the event. No further actions are required or encouraged, as SCP-6635 has been observed to have a positive effect on the maintenance of the Veil and the disruption of rival GOIs. Assaults on the UIU compound currently in possession of the main documentation and components of SCP-6635 are to continue indefinitely. As per the terms of the SUSEOCT2 the Foundation is to indefinitely cease all direct action against the UIU regarding SCP-6635. Several low-risk anomalies with low research potential are to be transferred to the UIU as compensation for INCIDENT-6635-2. Description: SCP-6635 is a memetic/thaumaturgic weapon in use by the Unusual Incidents Unit. SCP-6635 is believed to be composed of a memetic payload and the process through which it is injected. This process occurs automatically to people within an unknown radius of a focus object. The focus object and the memetic payload are henceforth designated SCP-6635-1 and SCP-6635-2 respectively. Instances of SCP-6635-1 are various objects identifying a person as a UIU agent. These include badges, uniforms, IDs and items bearing the UIU crest. SCP-6635-1 instances only appear to be functional when both in possession of a UIU agent and are clearly visible to those in the surrounding area. While the effects of SCP-6635-2 are not entirely understood, it is known that people under its effects have a significantly more relaxed reaction to threats, typically treating them nonchalantly or perceiving them as harmless or unimportant. In cases where the affected subject attempts to react to the threat, they treat the threat as easy to overcome and in many cases succumb to it as a result. Other theorized effects of SCP-6635-2 include: Impairment of rational thought Unfamiliarity with the use of tools Lack of awareness of surroundings Lack of coordination Lack of foresight Lack of consideration of the wider impacts or consequences of actions Overconfidence A negative view of the competence of members of law enforcement SCP-6635-2 activates when the following criteria are met in a subject: Awareness of a member of the UIU in relatively close proximity. Recognition of the UIU member as a UIU member. Conceptualization of aggressive and/or preventative action in regards to the UIU member and/or UIU as a whole. SCP-6635-2 can be resisted by basic memetic resistance training, however, this training only appears to be effective if a subject actively resists SCP-6635-2 prior to being affected by it. Amnesticisation has been shown to remove SCP-6635-2's influence but does not prevent being affected upon re-exposure. SCP-6635-2 does not appear to affect members of the UIU. Addendum 1: Field Use The following is an example of a documented occurrence of the use of SCP-6635 in the field. + Access Log - Close Notes: The following is composed of footage recovered from a surveillance camera present during the apprehension of PoI-14453 ('Salami Joe') by the UIU. The transcript takes place in front of a newsagent following the PoI's attempted escape from the scene of the UIU sting operation responsible for the arrest of GoI-571 ('The Pizza Boys'). [BEGIN LOG] PoI-14453 enters the frame running, panting and visibly exhausted. Subject stops running momentarily, attempting to catch their breath. PoI-14453: (Pant Pant) I think (Wheezes) I lost them. Agent Douglas Jameson of the UIU enters the frame. The subject is holding a taser and is slowly advancing on PoI-14453 while pointing it towards him. Agent Jameson does not appear to be tired. Agent Jameson: No you didn't. Now put your hands on your head, you're under arrest. PoI-14453 slowly turns around, pulling a pistol from their jacket as they do so. They point it at Agent Jameson. PoI-14453: Stay back! Agent Jameson: Put that down, we don't want anyone to get hurt. I promise that if you are co-operative we will be more lenient with you. PoI-14453: You'll just stick me in a cell somewhere and experiment on me! Agent Jameson: We don't 'experiment' on people, we simply arrest and humanely sentence them. We're officers, not scientists. PoI-14453: Officers? Wait a second… PoI-14453 squints, apparently noticing the badge on Agent Jameson's jacket. PoI-14453 visibly relaxes. PoI-14453: You're UIU! I was actually worried there for a bit. I thought you were Foundation. Agent Jameson: Foundation or not, I'm still perfectly capable of arresting you. Put the gun down. PoI-14453: Yeah right. You guys couldn't arrest a paper bag, let alone me. I'll just walk right out of here. Agent Jameson: We have a barricade set up, you know. PoI-14453: Yeah, A UIU barricade. I could probably get through it by wearing a paper hat and pretending to speak French. Hell, I could probably shoot a few guys on my way out and steal a car! Agent Jameson: Are you confessing to planning murder? You realise I'm still pointing a taser at you. PoI-14453: Yeah right, you'll probably just shoot yourself in the foot or something. PoI-14453 lowers his gun and attempts to walk away. They accidentally discharge their gun, narrowly missing their foot. PoI-14453: See? You missed me! Agent Jameson: That wasn't… forget it. If you continue to resist arrest I will have to take action. PoI-14453: If that action involves you going away, be my guest. PoI-14453 throws their gun at Agent Jameson. It misses. Agent Jameson: Thank you for disarming yourself. Now if you could just… PoI-14453: Fuck off. PoI-14453 attempts to physically engage Agent Jameson. They are pinned to a wall and handcuffed almost immediately, before being escorted to the nearby unit car. [END LOG] - Close Addendum 2: Foundation Replication Following initial discovery and analysis of SCP-6635, it was judged that its use could prove highly valuable in field missions by Foundation operatives. An official request was sent to the UIU asking for the disclosure of the source and/or methods of creation of SCP-6635, claiming that cooperation in the matter would be mutually beneficial to both parties. In response the UIU sent a large amount of documentation detailing the creation and use of SCP-6635. Said documentation claimed that SCP-6635 was originally created following consultation with the ICSUT3 and the use of several memetic anomalies under the UIU's control. According to the received documentation, SCP-6635 functions via amplification of a specific concept within the minds of those in proximity to a ritual focus object. This supposedly has the effect of both exaggerating the affected person's perception of things associated with the concept, to the point of ignoring other associated concepts entirely, as well as imparting a corresponding effect on the behavior of the affected. The documentation claims that by utilizing an appropriate focus object and certain methods of memetic, thaumaturgic and conceptual engineering, these effects could be both induced and targeted. Given the events of INCIDENT-6635-1, these claims are believed to be false. It is currently theorized that the entirety of SCP-6635 was given to the UIU by a third party. The method of operation of SCP-6635 remains unknown. Following INCIDENT-6635-2 and further UIU consultation these claims are believed to be trustworthy. The method detailed above is the current working theory on the operation of SCP-6635 and is pending confirmation by the appropriate departments. Included in the documentation were instructions for the creation of SCP-6635-1 instances capable of being used by Foundation operatives, designed to fit into pre-existing conceptual framework. Objects that identify people as a Foundation agent were stated to be required for this purpose4. A warning was attached that claimed that SCP-6635 may not work as efficiently due to its design for UIU agents, however, attempts at recreation were decided to proceed regardless. Preliminary Foundation testing is detailed below: + Access Testing - Close Experiment 6635-1 Procedure: A Foundation security guard equipped with a SCP-6635-1 instance was instructed to approach an unarmed D-class and render them unconscious. Result: The D-class was successfully knocked unconscious via blunt force impact with a riot stick. Notes: The D-class did not initially exhibit resistance, only reacting upon application of force. We will now begin testing SCP-6635's effectiveness in larger-scale scenarios. Experiment 6635-2 Procedure: A standard Foundation security team equipped with SCP-6635-1 instances were instructed to apprehend a group of D-class. Result: All D-class were successfully subdued with only minor injuries sustained. Notes: Many of the D-class expressed confusion and surprise upon the initiation of the test, claiming that they did not expect the Foundation security team to attack them while waiting for testing. [Extraneous Logs Removed] Experiment 6635-7 Procedure: A group of D-class were placed inside a fortified position and were instructed to hold off threats. A standard Foundation security team equipped with SCP-6635-1 instances was then deployed to subdue them. Result: All D-class were successfully subdued after allowing the team beyond the fortifications. Notes: The D-class did not seem to react aggressively to the team's approach at any point, presumably due to lack of perceived threat. Several D-class were noted to ask when the test would start. [Extraneous Logs Removed] Experiment 6635-11 Procedure: A D-class was placed in an elevated position, given a firearm and instructed to fire on anyone who approached. Security members equipped with SCP-6635-1 instances were then deployed to apprehend them. Result: The D-class was noted to miss all shots and was apprehended without further resistance. Notes: The D-class appeared nervous during the test and seemed to purposefully jerk the gun to the side while firing. [Extraneous Logs Removed] Experiment 6635-20 Procedure: A group of D-class were placed in a fortified, elevated position and equipped with a large variety of firearms. They were furthermore informed of the nature of the test and provided with an abridged version of the SCP-6635 file and testing log, before being instructed to defend against any and all people who approached, including Foundation agents. A lightly-armed standard Foundation security team was then instructed to walk towards the D-class in plain view and attempt to subdue them. Result: Upon seeing the team, all D-class abandoned their firearms, exited the fortification, sat down in the path of the security team and closed their eyes. Notes: Follow-up interviews suggested that the D-class were so confident in their ability to succeed that they decided to immediately surrender. Several D-class asked whether further testing was required and if their test results had been outside the expected. - Close Following the successful use of SCP-6635 in preliminary trials, it has been was approved for Foundation field use. Addendum 3: INCIDENT-6635-1 SCP-6635 was deployed against a newly discovered hideout of GoI-832 ('Clark's revenge'), located in an abandoned factory. While SCP-6635 had proven to be effective in trials it was decided not to rely on it fully, instead utilizing a standard pincer movement in order to surprise, surround and detain all members. MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") was deployed to the scene and were equipped with SCP-6635-1 instances as insurance. Immediately upon spotting the task force, members of GoI-832 began a coordinated pattern of small arms fire that forced members of MTF Pi-1 to take cover behind several pieces of abandoned machinery5. Members of GoI-832 then proceeded to begin throwing explosive grenades and tear gas canisters at MTF Pi-1's cover, severely wounding several of it's members6. Simultaneously, the second group of MTF members were ambushed by members of GoI-832 as they approached the base from behind. Following a brief firefight, the taskforce was forced to surrender and were subsequently disarmed, brought inside the base and restrained. The majority of the taskforce was rendered unconscious. The reason that SCP-6635 had no effect had a different effect than anticipated upon the members of GoI-832 is unknown believed to be due to the findings detailed in Addendum 6. Notes: The following is composed of footage recovered from the bodycam of MTF Pi-1 member Charlie, taking place following the successful repulsion of the remaining MTF Pi-1 members by GoI-832. [BEGIN LOG] MTF Pi-1 member Charlie is kneeling on the floor of the factory occupied by GoI-832. Several GoI-832 members are pointing guns at Charlie and other members of MTF Pi-1. Other members are visible patrolling the catwalks of the factory, monitoring the surroundings. A member of GoI-832 (henceforth referred to as PoI-832-1) is questioning Charlie. PoI-832-1: I'll ask you again. How did you find us? Charlie: I'll never tell. PoI-832-1 shoots MTF member Delta, who is retained next to Charlie, in the leg. Charlie: Why did you do that? PoI-832-1: You have a choice, you tell us how you found us or I start crippling your friend here. Charlie: I'm just a MTF member! They don't tell us that sort of stuff! PoI-832-1: Pity. PoI-832-1 shoots Delta in the head, killing them. Charlie: Why are you doing this? How did you capture us? PoI-832-1: You're the Foundation, you geniuses can probably figure it out. You're cruel so we're cruel. Charlie: Isn't your goal to seek justice or something? PoI-832-1: Our goals are flexible. Now, we're going to knock you unconscious and hold you hostage as we escape. Who's the jailer now? A knock is audible from the front door of the factory. Unknown: Pizza delivery! PoI-832-1 appears confused. PoI-832-1: (Shouted to the PoI-832 members along the catwalk) Shoot them! PoI-832-2: (From catwalk) But it's pizza! PoI-832-1: How did they even get to the door? PoI-832-2: We spotted them approaching, but after we saw who they were, we decided they weren't a threat. Also, they had pizza. PoI-832-1: What? (To other nearby members) This could a Foundation ploy. Guard the hostages and remain on alert. PoI-832-1 crosses the room and open the door from which the knocking was heard, revealing a person holding a pizza box. PoI-832-1 and several other members of GoI-832 point their guns at the figure. Unknown: Do you want the pizza or not? PoI-832-1: We didn't order pizza. Who are you? Unknown: Just someone trying to make a bit of extra money. PoI-832-1 apparently noticing something, suddenly viably relaxes. The remainder of the GoI-832 members follows suit several seconds after, apparently noticing the same thing. PoI-832-1: Well I guess you have to, since you're so bad at your regular job. Unknown: Could you lower the guns? We don't want to ruin the pizza with unnecessary gunfire. PoI-832-1:(Lowering gun) True. How much for the pizza? Unknown: Several hostages, multiple criminals and a buttload of illegal weaponry and drugs. The figure drops the pizza box and produces a taser, which they then proceed to use on PoI-832-1. The remainder of nearby members are incapacitated via flashbang. Simultaneously, a loud crashing can be heard from the rear of the factory. Several other figures are seen to engage members of GoI-832. The figure at the door, following the restraint of the GoI-832 in the immediate area approaches the hostages. A clear view of them reveals that they are a UIU agent. UIU agent: Are you alright? [END LOG] Following the retreat of MTF Pi-1, a UIU dispatch in the area, which was monitoring GoI-832, decided to attack the GoI-832 base to prevent further hostage casualties. Armed with SCP-6635-1 instances, one member was sent to provided a distraction while the remainder approached the base from behind. Following the operation, all GoI-832 members present were successfully apprehended with no UIU casualties. The Pi-1 members were taken to the nearby UIU compound for questioning and release back to the Foundation. Addendum 4: INCIDENT-6635-2 Following INCIDENT-6635-1 several members of MTF Pi-1 were allowed to make contact with their superiors while in temporary UIU custody. Said members expressed extreme discomfort and annoyance at the fact that they were in UIU custody and requested assistance. It was decided by site staff that, due to the false information given by the UIU and the ease at which it would be capable of initializing such an operation, the best course of action would be to assault the UIU compound in order to rescue the Pi-1 members and confiscate information on SCP-6635. Attempts at assault and/or infiltration of the UIU compound are detailed below: Attempt 1 Procedure: An unarmed D-class personnel was instructed to enter the UIU compound and initiate a hostile takeover. Result: The D-class was apprehended and taken inside the compound upon being spotted. Contact with them was subsequently lost. Notes: More resources may be required for a successful takeover, given the sheer number of UIU members in the base. [Extraneous Logs Removed] Attempt 6 Procedure: A group of 10 D-class personnel armed with assault rifles were instructed to enter the UIU compound and initiate a hostile takeover. Result: All D-class were apprehended and disarmed following use of a tear gas canister and were taken inside the compound. Contact with them was subsequently lost. Notes: Given the failure of firearms, alternative approaches may be required. [Extraneous Logs Removed] Attempt 9 Procedure: A D-class personnel was disguised as a pizza delivery person and was instructed to enter the UIU compound and initiate a hostile takeover. Result: The D-class was successfully able to approach the compound, but was apprehended upon reaching the compound. Contact with them was subsequently lost. The pizza was not recovered. Notes: Given the failure of subterfuge, more direct approaches may be required. [Extraneous Logs Removed] Attempt 14 Procedure: A group of 10 D-class personnel that had previously gone through basic firearm and memetic resistance training were armed with assault rifles, rocket launchers and grenades and were instructed to enter the UIU compound and initiate a hostile takeover. Result: The group of D-class, immediately following their deployment, attacked the Foundation personnel stationed for supervision. Multiple casualties were sustained before the attack was halted by several UIU agents that exited the compound and subdued the hostiles following an extended firefight. All D-class and other Foundation personnel present were apprehended, disarmed and taken inside the compound, along with all equipment present. Contact with them was subsequently lost, however a message was sent from the UIU compound requesting the cessation of hostile action. This was ignored. Notes: Following these further acts of UIU aggression, the use of heavy artillery has been approved by the Site director. Attempt 15 Procedure: The long-range artillery bombing of the UIU compound. Result: The test was aborted after a message was received from 05 Command mandating the cessation of hostile action against the UIU. All personnel on-site were required to undergo scanning for memetic agents and a memetic scanning unit was set up to scan all further UIU communication7 Notes: See Addendum 5. Addendum 5: UIU negotiations Following INCIDENT-6635-2 a formal meeting was called by the UIU central office to discuss events and violations to the SUSEOCT. During the meeting, the UIU representatives argued that the Foundation had committed multiple SUSEOCT violations, including lack of proper memetic safety measures when dealing with a known memetic anomaly8, field deployment of UIU-developed anomaly without UIU consultation9 and an unprovoked attack against a UIU compound10. In return the UIU representative threatened to enforce several penalty clauses of the SUSEOCT which would prohibit or restrict Foundation operations11. It was eventually agreed by both parties that these penalties would not be enforced if several anomalies were turned over to the UIU as compensation and all further activities regarding SCP-6635 were placed solely under the jurisdiction of the UIU, with any Foundation actions related to SCP-6635 being placed under UIU supervision. The current containment procedures were subsequently established and SCP-6635 was reclassified as Argus. Addendum 6: Additional properties of SCP-6635 Further analyses of documentation provided by the UIU revealed information on additional properties of SCP-6635 and its method of operation. Two notable facts were discovered: SCP-6635-2 is capable of being spread by an affected individual via any form of communication that successfully convinces another person that aggressive action against the UIU is viable and preferable action. The concept that is amplified via the SCP-6635 process is the general public perception of the organization represented by the SCP-6635-1 instances. Furthermore, no aspect of SCP-6635 was noted to encourage aggression against the organization using it. Following these discoveries, further action regarding SCP-6635 was considered, but decided against by the 05 Council. The UIU are not to be informed that the Foundation was unaware of these properties prior to INCIDENT-6635-2. Footnotes 1. The containment of an Argus-class anomaly is under the purview of a third party. 2. Southern United States Extranormal Organization Cooperation Treaty 3. International Center for the Study of Unified Thaumatology. 4. See Appendix 6635-2 for full details on creating a SCP-6635-1 instance. 5. This level of cooperation had not been observed in prior engagements with GoI-832. 6. While GoI-832 was known to be in possession of both of these, they had not been utilized by GoI-832 in previous encounters. 7. As per standard policy. 8. Section 11, Clause 3: "Prevention of hazardous memetic spread". 9. Section 7, Clause 6: "Use of anomalies in law enforcement". 10. Section 1, Clause 1: "Non-aggression between relevant anomalous parties". 11. Including, but not limited to, restriction of information, non-compliance with certain containment procedures and limitations of Foundation activities in the Three Portlands area. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6635" by Undercover Fly, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6635. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6636 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Test logs and subsequent notes are to be preserved as they currently are. Testing will continue under supervision, along with a mandatory psychiatric evaluation after each development cycle. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Item #: SCP-6636 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6636 is to be stored within Site-42 in the confines of a locked and refrigerated opaque canister. The temperature must be set to 13°C or less at all times when SCP-6636 is not being actively tested to avoid further damage and preserve the material as long as possible. All additional photographs and audio tapes that were recovered are to be stored alongside SCP-6636. Description: SCP-6636 is the designation of a currently unknown entity discovered within a collection of unbranded black and white 35mm film rolls, alongside several additional developed photographs found on scene at its suspected place of origin. The entity appears to only manifest while the film is being developed and the subjects within the recorded photos themselves become inexplicably altered as the process is carried out. The collection of images recovered from SCP-6636's initially discovered location in [REDACTED] includes two separate portraits of currently unidentified individuals. Within them, each subject is seen displaying varying levels of distress and instances of bodily harm, such as bruising. Within the currently unprocessed rolls of film, none were showing in the negatives before development. As photographs showing SCP-6636 have been tested, each one appears to become increasingly distorted, along with reported damage to the object as each test progresses over time. Chemical burns, impossibly dark shadows enveloping the film, and water damage caused by a seemingly unknown source have been recorded, along with unexplained indentations akin to fingers being pushed through the backside of the photographs. + Open Test Log 01 - Close Test 01 Folder Test Log '01' file folder TEST LOG - 01 DATE: January 9/2019 NOTE: As we process the recovered media, the determinate danger of SCP-6636 will become clearer. The designation may be changed as we continue testing. - Dr. A. Elena TIME: 08:47am EST [BEGIN LOG] FILM NO. ORIGINAL NEGATIVE AFTER DEVELOPMENT 001 Water at a beach. Small imperfection. Distortion and addition of colour. Large holes burnt through. 003 A cliffside. Some distortion is present. Large hole and extreme distortion. A double-exposed shadow of what appears to be a female face is present. 006 Portrait of an unknown female subject, smiling. Extremely warped. The subject is dishevelled and appears distressed. She is pointing at someone behind the camera. 007 Second portrait of the same subject. Water stains on the outer edges. Her dark hair is floating upwards as if she is suspended in water, though both instances were showing that her surroundings are a simple backyard. Her visage appears akin to someone that is drowning. More testing required. Audio.01 recovered and archived. Yeah, this film was a steal! They said there was some sort of chemical imperfection but look at these negatives - they seem fine. Which is impressive considering they were found in — W-wait. What is that? Are you seeing this…? [END LOG. Signed Dr. A. Elena] + Open Test Log 02 - Close Test 02 Folder The film canister labelled as ‘02’ has considerable outer damage and flecks of what has been determined to be dried blood. The film roll inside the canister is destroyed beyond the ability to process. 02 is to be preserved and kept as a record, ensuring no supplemental damage. + Open Test Log 03 - Close Test 03 Folder Test Log '03' file folder TEST LOG - 03 DATE: January 16/2019 NOTE: TIME: 09:48am EST FILM NO. ORIGINAL NEGATIVES AFTER DEVELOPMENT 008 Multiple types of flowers. Additional distortion and colour. Large holes melted through. 009 Female subject with a landscape background. Subject is shown in a double exposure. She appears to be crying. Bruises on her neck are noted. 013 The woman is smiling at a party. She's screaming. Is anyone else seeing this? 016 A male subject smiling double exposed with foliage. Only the male subject is shown. He has a twisted scowl and appears to be trying to wipe something off his arms (How is it doing this?)— [END LOG - Signed Dr. A. Elena] + Open Test Log 04 - Close Test 04 Folder An old leather-bound portfolio labelled ‘04’ was discovered with noticeable fire damage on the edges of its exterior and interior. The exterior is covered with the words, “How are you not seeing it?” scrawled erratically, suggesting a manic state. A film strip labelled ‘9’ found inside has the previously noted female subject shown to be smiling in a candid shot with birds flying behind her. As the strip continues, it becomes distorted with colour. The final image appears to be her having drowned, though she is on land. The film strip labelled ‘10’ shows a man standing in front of a wall with graffiti. Images progress with the graffiti having changed and the man on the ground. 04 is to be preserved and kept as a record, ensuring no supplemental damage. + Open Test Log 05 - Close Test 05 Folder Test Log '05' file folder TEST LOG - 05 DATE: February 3/2019 NOTE: Every developed image we've tested has changed dramatically over the last month. Photographs have become burned or nearly clawed through as if SCP-6636 is attempting escape. Why am I the only one who is seeing the damages? I HEAR YOU. Why do I have to be the one suffering through these godforsaken files. I’m not afraid of you AUDIO LOG: Dr. A. Elena Are you seeing this? FILM NO. ORIGINAL NEGATIVES AFTER DEVELOPMENT 022 Group of friends. Additional colours. 023 Male subject. Struggling. 026 She's smiling. Does SCP-6636 project their fears? Why do I keep seeing my own 030 Are they relieved that they’re dead? Are these my fears and not theirs? I want to stop. Are you SEEING this? [END LOG] SCP-6636 testing has been postponed until further notice and a new head of research has been assigned. « SCP-6635 | SCP-6636 | SCP-6637 » |
SCP-6637 | keter | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS DEPARTMENT A revised iteration of this document is available. Item #: SCP-6637 Special Containment Procedures: Any individual exposed to the oratory of SCP-6637 is to be detained and amnestically rehabilitated. Efforts are to focus on the development of predictive analytical models capable of reliably identifying the probable targets or locations of future SCP-6637 possession events. Description: SCP-6637 is an incorporeal, sapient entity which demonstrates an ability to physically possess humans for variable periods of time. Once in possession of a viable host, the entity will proceed toward the nearest public space and commence an oratory. The proliferation and duration of possession events appears to positively correlate with SCP-6637’s esteem as perceived by those to whom it has most recently orated. The contents of its speeches have been shown to include sensitive information, including classified Foundation data, in addition to memetic infohazards and novel ideologies which are deemed incompatible with normalcy. ► VIEW REVISED DOCUMENT ▼ Close File Item #: SCP-6637 Special Containment Procedures: On the fourteenth day of each calendar month, a suitable candidate is to be selected for enactment of the specified procedure. Only D-Class individuals scoring 42 or above in manual dexterity tests are eligible for candidacy. High-dose opioids are to be administered to the chosen candidate prior to commencement. Chosen candidates are to be equipped with a manual rehabilitation glove which has been programmed to perform kinetoglyphic sequence 6637 “Eldritch Gangsigns“. Immediately following commencement of the kinetoglyphic sequence the chosen candidate may demonstrate signs of distress; pending the onset of a possession event, staff are to repeatedly reassure the candidate that the procedure will cause no lasting damage to the muscles or tendons of their hand, and that any discomfort will prove fleeting. Immediately following the onset of a possession event, candidates are to be placed into the recovery position. Care is to be taken to keep the candidates’ airways clear of vomit throughout. Should candidates experience seizure, the use of physical restraints is permitted. The calculated mortality risk of candidates undergoing the procedure should not exceed eight percent. Note that this requirement may be relaxed to a threshold of ten percent upon approval by the Ethics Committee. Prior to the reawakening of candidates as SCP-6637 instances, an audience consisting of no fewer than 30 Foundation operatives is to gather within the performance space. Operatives are to wear contextually appropriate clothing, and are encouraged to partake in the moderate consumption of contextually appropriate alcoholic beverages. Immediately following the reawakening of candidates as SCP-6637 instances, a klaxon will sound. This will serve as the signal for the assigned agent of MTF Theta-88 “Secure Containment Posse“ to enter the performance space. The agent should seek to convey an exaggerated sense of confidence as they enter the space, taking advantage of the awakening entity’s disorientation to gain a slight advantage from the outset. Care should be taken to keep this advantage slight; establishing a strong sense of SCP-6637 as an underdog may harm the agent’s position in the perceived narrative of the rap battle which follows. It is imperative that the Foundation agent be perceived as the winner of this conflict. Description: SCP-6637 is an incorporeal, sapient entity which demonstrates an ability to physically possess humans for variable periods of time. Once in possession of a viable host, the entity will proceed toward the nearest public space and commence an oratory. The proliferation and duration of possession events appears to positively correlate with SCP-6637’s esteem as perceived by those to whom it has most recently orated. The contents of its speeches have been shown to include sensitive information, including classified Foundation data, in addition to memetic infohazards and novel ideologies which are deemed incompatible with normalcy. Whilst the Foundation are not able to reliably predict which individuals will be affected by SCP-6637, through study of the kinetoglyphs used by the entity specialists have developed a method of reliably inducing possession events in viable candidates. Addendum: Jerome Benten vs SCP-6637 [Rematch] Jerome Benten: My squad’s dreaded. My groupies, GRU-Ps, leave gods deaded. And the Foundation’ll cover it up like cosmetics. SCP-6637: This is pataphysic analytics; you ain’t got a cannon. I keep it real with the tec like Doctor Scranton. [The agent turns to face the crowd.] JB: I wish those archaeologists woulda left him resting. At least his lines are so forgettable this is amnestic testing. SCP-6637: It’s like the day they freed my spirit from Egyptian earth. ‘Coz I know that you dig this, so be careful who you dissin’, turd. JB: Disinterred? Oh, that was some cryptic wit. Now check out this simple shit: [The agent gestures with a vertical extension of his middle finger.] No mystic glyph. I could neutralise 682 with a spinning fist. [The agent demonstrates a spinning backhand strike in the air, causing SCP-6637 to flinch slightly.] I could neutralise narrative anomalies with a scissor kick. Quick as this. [The agent demonstrates a rapid scissor kick move. SCP-6637 shrugs before turning to face the crowd.] SCP-6637: This lyricist couldn’t even neutralise Mister Fish. It’s like I tagged in the Hanged King when I flip the script. And how’s it even relevant what you could neutralise? Ain’t it your ethics committee, not you who decides? JB: Yeah, fair point. I’ve considered the notion. Killing you? Well worth an instant demotion. I bet the bredrin you’re possessing’s a more fitting opponent. That D-Class would breeze past this twisted and broken, typical, token, mythical spokesman ass anomaly. Easy. SCP-6637: Kid, wow, you should sit down, quick, now, You need to have a little chat with yourself like Miss Chao. Do you believe in parallel universes? Let me see… Another thing: when I pun- shit’s fin’. Like SPC. JB: How you on some cosmic shit, yet still ain’t made for stardom? I’m a battle rap legend who was raised in Harlem. Eldritch asylum-seeker; shoulda stayed in Arkham. He’s like ‘f’nagth fnnu fnuh’… I’m like… ‘pardon?’ SCP-6637: Forget about your champion’s cup, I’mma win the grail. Kid your skills are frail and my will prevails. The second you stepped in this ring, instant fail. Now I got a little proposal of my own; I’mma lift the veil. JB: Now, you’re plainly a nerd with arrangement of words. Foundation. We’re dealing with basic concerns. Proposal? My terms of engagement are heard? Wanna get our respect? This the stage where it’s earned. Anomalous Eldritch oration’s preferred? Not in rap battles. I take it you’ve learned? SCP-6637: Yeah I’ve trained and rehearsed. You just wasted a verse. [The agent raises an eyebrow. SCP-6637 nods.] And you’re some kind of scientist, right? Known for diligence? But every time you say ‘anomalous’ it just shows your ignorance. [The agent turns to face SCP-6637.] Hey, wait, I’ll try this: he writes ‘skips’, dry scripts; Literally… skippable would describe his. JB: That kinda wise quip isn’t well advised. ‘Skip’ since you’re gonna get jumped and then exorcised. SCP-6637: I’mma bury you in a black box… And that’s fitting since before your raps drop you have to redact lots. You’re a total Nobody, but, hats off. Your click ain’t do shit, like dado’s caps-lock. What’s up with this man’s squad? Damn dogg. One of your doctors… is a damn dog. JB: You’re less ‘Necronomicon’… More ‘dressed for Comic-con’. Think you bring forbidden knowledge? Dogg I learned that shit in college. Just beginner topics for a simple novice. Hey I called this demon ‘dogg’ coz he’s still pissed about his Tinder-losses. SCP-6637: Your battle rap’s wack, stick to clinical tone. I’ll manifest in your head whilst you’re sitting alone. JB: That’s a cliche effect; you’re a typical clone, And we’ve got you contained with these lyrical flows. SCP-6637: Your team’s leaders are so wise; no lies… They even forecast your score card: O-5. [SCP-6637 accepts a bottle of consecrated Hennessy from a crowd member, wincing in pain as it swigs.] SCP-6637: That ain’t X.O. Get it the fuck out of here. [SCP-6637 returns the bottle to the audience member and frowns.] JB: I see past the D-Class host to your bleak heart’s hopes through your weak half-boasts, and that’s real. Deep bars both, but we mean ours most, you could possess our best but can’t get how we feel. Heed the mockery. You’re a freak anomaly in need of modesty, decent quality and speech economy. You wanna orate to our nations and preach philosophies, heathen prophecies and secret properties of demonology? …But instead you’re stuck rap battling me? getting beaten commonly? In a league for comedy? That must suck, right? SCP-6637: You missed-a whole lot of things. That’s Wondertainment. Toe tagged. Footnote: That’s an understatement. JB: Ok, word up to your lyrical style but dribbling bile’s a bad look. Your possession session ends when you you get a tad shook. [SCP-6637 wipes its chin with the sleeve of its hoodie.] JB: They tried telling me not to battle a god; Now I’m wrapping this up like a rag-an’-a-rock. [SCP-6637 inspects the stain on its sleeve and shudders visibly.] JB: Incorporeal, ‘coz you’re spirited but it’s not hard. SCP-6637: Hey they call you the Jailers, but you ain’t got bars? JB: You’re on some Eldritch shit, but don’t love crafting lines, right? SCP-6637: Rewind… Your crew uses SCP 2k more than hindsight. [SCP-6637 commences a manual kinetoglyphic sequence. The agent counters by inverting the polarity of his cap, turning its peak to the rear before yawning theatrically.] JB: How can you be incorporeal and still get bodied? SCP-6637: I’m gon’ containment breach a fresh posse in yo’ west lobby. JB: No you’re not. And I don’t give a shit which elder god causes most anguish. Hey I could even beat this thing in its own language. Check it out… [The agent performs a guttural staccato couplet, tinting the air with taupe and rust-orange rhymes in perfect geometric tessellation, and causing many audience members to drop their drinks. The couplet translates as an assertion that the existence of the progenitor of SCP-6637 neatly conforms to human systems of logic, and moreover could be fully comprehended by the average infant, who would suffer no ill-effects as a result.] JB: And they’d dream about, like, pretty ponies and strawberry jell… Oh. [SCP-6637 drops to the ground and begins to convulse, indicating the cessation of the current possession event, and resulting in the declaration of Sgt. Jerome Benten as the champion by default.] Addendum-B: Jerome Benten vs SCP-6637 [Second Rematch] [SCP-6637:] Oh, you again? For fuck’s sake. Ain’t you got a mage to smite, or pataphysics play to write? See these are ageless rhymes v. the ancient kind. My temper’ll shift; you’re a waste of time. I don’t think your state of mind’s the same as mine. Your squad’s not got a great design; It’s strange to find the ‘theta’ sign. I run through rounds with straighter lines. I’d leave him leaning like that designation changed to ‘phi’. [JB:] I’m goddamn glad I set a day aside for deicide. I’ll beat you so bad not even your name survives. I ain’t ever let the fates decide my way in life. I’ll take a knife, aim and slice, and if that ain’t suffice, this god’s getting maimed tonight like I staged a fight re-enacting the ancient pagan rites that they replaced with Christ’s. [SCP-6637:] You people treat D-class human beings like a cage of mice. You’re cold and you’re cruel as a blade design that’s made of ice, And trying to use that in a battle isn’t great advice. I don’t think your founding statement’s right, stay precise: You people live in the darkness where it’s safe to hide, coz you’re afraid of light, So that others can live in the dark after you’ve made them blind. [JB:] Now you’re in the gravest plight and only acting like the bravest type coz you’re afraid of fright. [SCP-6637:] That doesn’t make sense. [The agent shrugs.] [SCP-6637:] Sorry. Nice rhyme scheme. Bet your lyrics pad has more weird shit in it than Site-Nineteen. You forgot you got schooled coz your memory slipped Like your ass passed a class back in seventy six. I prolly possessed the Professors. Word, bro. How my rap’s naturally captivating the first row. [SCP-6637 gestures towards the frontline audience members, all of whom appear indifferent.] Really? No-one? ‘Professors’? so ‘first row’? You know? ‘Rho-1’? Ah forget it. [JB:] Yo, Rho-1..? I like how you refrained from making a boat pun. Good job there. But me, I’m an actual professor. You just act scholarly. I put beasts in their place. Wait… Attacks-honour-me. I’m caging a lion, I’m chaining a titan, Forever taming the raging environs, I’m clai… [SCP-6637 interrupts.] [SCP-6637:] Forever taming the raging environs? He’s forever chasing a changing horizon. He’s caging a lion? Chaining a titan? He can barely even ‘contain’ his excitement. I thought holding shit down was his basic assignment? When it’s time to battle… he restrains his politeness. His facade’s just make-believe. Wait and see. He’s got a whole nother persona online like Stacey Lee. [An audience member offers SCP-6637 a bottle and is promptly declined.] [JB:] Nah I’m not Stace Lee. That ain’t me. The name’s JB, And I’m here to s… [SCP-6637 interrupts.] SCP-6637: Pfft. You guys. Just wasting time, like you don’t know your doom’s nigh. I’ll be surprised if he refrains from detailing the room size. Probably wanted this battle in a titanium cube, right? Of all the ridiculous SCP writers, he’s the worst offender. I bet you he’ll even quote this verse verbatim in the first addenda. After tryna make out like I’ve got some perverse agenda. Bruh, I’m just trying to enlighten the people of Earth for better. JB: Nah if you’re dropping jewels that’s some accursed treasure. You wouldn’t enlighten, you’d entice ‘em to serve forever. SCP-6637: Oh, like the churches of your world would never! Sermons, clever, making the people averse to pleasure, Whilst providing the terms on which worth is measured. My word’s my bond yet serves to sever certain tethers. A resurgent serp… [JB interrupts.] JB: Whatever. I’mma leave this anomalous consciousness unconscious. You possess heads and chat shit? That’s it? What a dumb monster. SCP-6637: I could take the truth and speak it, but who’d believe it? Would there still be D-Class if I’d… declassified how they’re cruelly treated? They say your crew’s elitist; since they’ve chosen you to lead this, it disproves the thesis. It’s kinda like Dr King got the win; you step to test and get superseded. JB: Our approval’s needed? We reject devils. Your possession session ends when you get heckled, Then you come back equally weak in the next vessel. Please, you still seem green as your threat level. [An audience member ignites a Philadelphia blunt cigar containing a genetically modified cannabis strain with Class-C amnestic certification, puffing rapidly and exhaling the fumes in the direction of SCP-6637.] SCP-6637: I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I’m a… I’m… uh… I’m hungry. Hehe. [The smoking audience member drops the blunt and glances around, furrowing his brow before shrugging and leaving the performance space. SCP-6637 takes a deep breath and regains its composure.] [SCP-6637:] I’ve been guiding your kind since times immemorial. Now you won’t even look at me when I’m killin’ you. Coz I’m incorporeal. I’ll possess the priest at your nan’s funeral. I’ll tur… [JB interrupts.] [JB:] You’ll possess the priest at my nan’s funeral? That’s beautiful. It’s actually damn suitable. You ain’t heard? She’s asked for a… rap musical. [SCP-6637:] Please stop. [SCP-6637 drops to the ground and begins to convulse, indicating the cessation of the current possession event, and resulting in the declaration of Sgt. Jerome Benten as the champion by default.] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6637" by Waxwing-one, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6637. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6638 | euclid | Individual affected by SCP-6638 during the years 1711-1799. Item #: SCP-6638 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-6638 is considered unfeasible. SCP-6638 has previously manifested in individuals who are not familiar with the particulars or even concept of the Mandate of Heaven. Removing all historical references to SCP-6638 would therefore not eliminate the possibility of a spontaneous SCP-6638 reappearance, and would also require a historical revision effort of massive resources, possibly destabilizing the historical and socio-cultural continuities of Sinospheric nations. These containment procedures instead focus on minimizing the natural disasters and loss of life that accompany the transition of SCP-6638 from one individual to another. For the last one hundred and fifty years, SCP-6638 has affected the leaders of various Asian-American criminal organizations. MTF Eta-29 (“Drunken Boxers”) are to liaise with gang task forces across the United States, or otherwise cultivate their own sources, that will allow them to keep track of SCP-6638’s current host and monitor any transferral events. MTF Eta-29 are then directed to take all actions necessary to prevent SCP-6638-affiliated natural disasters. + Archived Special Containment Procedures - Archived Special Containment Procedures SCP-6638 is contained within the mind of comatose Flying Dragon gang member Steven Chiu, who is being held at Site-85 in a simulated reality chamber. Site-85 personnel are to monitor the electrical activity of Chiu’s brain and make biochemical or simulation-related adjustments as necessary, ensuring that Chiu does not question the nature of his reality. Chiu’s skull has been modified and wired in order to accommodate an electronic link between Chiu’s consciousness and a computer bank simulating a real-time version of Chiu’s native New York City. This simulation has been modified in order to give Chiu the impression that he is living his pre-containment life as a Flying Dragon lieutenant. Site-85 programmers, storyboarders, and narrative designers are to craft a narrative in which enemy agents (ex. rival gang members, members of law enforcement organizations) wage a war against Chiu’s simulated Flying Dragons, keeping his mind fully occupied and fulfilling the warlike aspects that SCP-6638 has historically expected of its hosts. Important: All narrative decisions are to be made out-of-universe and programmed into the simulation manually. Under no circumstances should Site-85 use artificial intelligence to augment the decision-making capabilities of agents. SCP-6638 is bound to its host’s perception of reality and the surrounding world. If SCP-6638 cannot detect any other sentient hosts in this simulated plane, it has no choice but to continue to affect Chiu. Should Chiu die, it is incredibly likely that SCP-6638 will be able to affect another individual outside of its current virtual constraints. We have not yet devised a method of permanently preventing SCP-6638 from choosing a new host. Additionally, no method has yet been devised for negating SCP-6638’s anomalous properties from an infospheric or memetic perspective. Keeping SCP-6638 contained within Steven Chiu is a high priority. MTF Eta-29 is to forward all relevant information regarding “Hip Sing Tong,” “Flying Dragons,” or [REDACTED] to Site-85 security forces should Eta-29 anticipate a retrieval attempt by Chiu’s parent organizations. Description: SCP-6638 is an anomalous interpretation of the Mandate of Heaven, a key concept in Chinese political theory used to justify the deposition of various emperors and the creation of new dynasties throughout Chinese history. Recipients of SCP-6638 are the beneficiaries of an anomalous means of probability manipulation, resulting in an inevitable attainment of social, financial, and tactical success. This centers the recipient in a network that is especially likely to guarantee the recipient either a high governmental office or the means to form their own independent polity. Other, more noticeably anomalous effects take place at irregular intervals (refer to SCP-6638-A-02 for examples). SCP-6638 is a self-propagating memetic complex that actively seeks out and discards its own hosts. However, it will only affect one host at a time and transfers itself to other hosts with some degree of autonomy. SCP-6638 consistently undergoes two stages once it has selected a host, each lasting for an arbitrary amount of time. Historical records have indicated that hosts can be affected for periods as short as one day to longer than one hundred and ten years. In SCP-6638’s first stage, its host achieves prominence on a sociopolitical level. The host will additionally display an increased political and tactical awareness. Megalomaniacal, narcissistic, and other deviant traits have also affected hosts after prolonged exposure to SCP-6638. The appearance of these traits, however, may merely be the result of an individual’s reaction to SCP-6638 and not a direct symptom. SCP-6638 only ceases to affect a host under two circumstances: revocation or the host’s death. SCP-6638 can revoke itself arbitrarily and at any time. Once SCP-6638 has been revoked, its former recipient will be the victim of increasingly serious incidents of misfortune, signaling an incoming loss of political influence, culminating in natural disaster. These natural disasters include, but are not limited to, drought, typhoon, earthquake, wildfire, and meteoric impact, and will continue until the political irrelevance or death of the former recipient. In this stage of an SCP-6638 cycle, the recipient has, to use the historical terminology associated with SCP-6638, “fallen out of Heaven’s favor.” A recipient who has “fallen out of favor” is particularly vulnerable to internal or external upheaval, and is a prime target for assassination. When a former recipient is killed or otherwise forced out of power, SCP-6638 transfers itself to the offending party, and the cycle restarts. If a former recipient is killed through a natural disaster, SCP-6638 will shortly manifest in another individual. The criteria SCP-6638 uses to manifest in another person are unknown, excepting that 1) this individual was raised in an East Asian cultural tradition and 2) this individual is within the range required for transferral. A maximum range of 2500 km has been theorized. SCP-6638 was a major force in the history of Imperial China before it began to affect members of the Chinese diaspora. Research into the origins of SCP-6638 — on whether an ancient Chinese scholar or magician produced SCP-6638 through anomalous means, or whether SCP-6638 was the creation of a higher-level theological entity — is ongoing. See Addendum A-04 for details. Addendum A-01: Modern timeline Archaeo-pataphysical evidence suggests that SCP-6638 has been affecting individuals since at least 3000 BCE. See Document FBVS-06 for further details and a more comprehensive timeline before 1850. Research into unknown SCP-6638 hosts in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries is ongoing. Beginning of SCP-6638's modern history: 1850. Earthquake in Xichang indicates revocation from the Xianfeng Emperor, Qing Dynasty. Following revocation: Emperors following the Xianfeng Emperor are Emperors in name only; courtiers and regents exercise true authority. Qing Dynasty collapses in 1911. Date range Host Final revocation event Following revocation Notes 1850 — 1864 General Yang Fuqing, Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Drought affecting large portions of Southern California. Yang Fuqing travels back to China. Executed in Fuzhou on charges of espionage. Notable for fleeing to Los Angeles following his failure to overthrow Qing during the Taiping Rebellion. 1864 — 1902 Unknown. 1892 — 1906 How Luang, Chee Kung Tong. 1906 San Francisco earthquake. Luang killed in 1906 San Francisco earthquake. 1906 — 1910 Unknown. 1910 — 1932 Sai Wing Mock, Hip Sing Tong. “Typhoon-sized waves” affecting New York City. Mock lives in political and social obscurity, dying of natural causes in 1941. Notable because the natural disasters associated with SCP-6638 ceased after Mock announced his retirement. First recorded American instance of SCP-6638 using a loss of political power, as opposed to death, as criteria for the cessation of its efforts regarding a former host. 1932 — 1954 Unknown. May 1954 to October 1954 Chin Kung Fong, On Leong Tong. Tornado outbreak affecting Chicago. Fong killed by simultaneous meteoric impact. Notable for brevity of duration. 1954 — 1972 Chongyun Wang, Bing Kung Association. Series of rogue waves affects Seattle. Wang killed in restaurant by ascendant Bing Kung treasurer Tse Jinrong. 1972 — 1980 Tse Jinrong, Bing Kung Association. Tse Jinrong victim in three separate civilian-initiated car accidents on the same day. Jinrong swept down sewer drain in freak storm. 1980 — 1985 Unknown. 1985—1992 David Thai, Born To Kill gang. Crippling Nor’Easter affects New York City. David Thai sentenced to life in prison. Notable for Thai’s Vietnamese heritage: SCP-6638’s possible range of hosts expanded from those with Chinese heritage to all those hailing from China’s historical sphere of influence. 1992—1996 Kwan Fai Ng, 14K Triad. Flooding of the Charles River. Ng killed in separate 1998 Charles River flooding. 1996—1999 Steven Chiu, Flying Dragons gang. Cycle interrupted by containment. 2003—2012 Steven Chiu, Flying Dragons gang. 2012 Hurricane Sandy affecting the American Northeast. Chiu struck in the head with hailstone during 2012 hurricane. See Addendum A-04 for more information regarding the revision of previous special containment procedures. Timeline from 2012 up to the present day classified unless required for operational context. Addendum A-02: Fact-finding interview, 9/12/1986 Agent Harris Stone dispatched to Peaceful Acres Nursing Home in Sunnyvale, California. Interview conducted under the guise of a fact-finding mission for the Society of Cultural Preservation. Subject is Johnny “Double East” Wai, vice president and former hatchetman of the Chee Kung Tong of San Francisco, California. Stone: Thank you so much for seeing me, sir. Wai: Not at all. The grandkids, they insisted. Think it’ll help with the…you know.1 If I’m seen helping, helping anybody, with anything. Stone: Thank you fellas, then. Happy you’re here as well. <Stone nods to Steven and Quentin Wai, both 25, on either side of Johnny Wai.> Stone: So, Mr. Wai, our Society’s mission is cultural and historical preservation. Collecting oral histories, you see? We understand that you’re a man of some standing in the community. Wai: Oh, I’m just an old man. Stone: Even so. Wai: You'll like this one. I remember… oh, I remember the fireworks. They would make us, hah, so nobody got lost, in my family I had five brothers, and all of us with the queues? The ponytails, you know this? We would grab onto the queue of the one in front of us. Move through the streets in a line. Stone: That’s great, sir. Wai: Oh, even back then, I was a little troublemaker. I tried to bring up the back, as often as I could, because the man with the toy stand on our block, he was a very old man, and he would leave his fireworks just at my eye level. You let go, just for a second, on your way home from school, or the temple, and you dart! You dart through the crowd, stick one or two up your sleeve. And those fireworks roared, for me and my brothers, oh, how they would roar. Stone: I don’t mean to offend, Mr. Wai, but we’re after a specific recollection in this case. Wai: You ask what you are here to ask, then. No more dancing. Stone: Fine, then. Tell me about him. <Stone opens his briefcase and retrieves a police photograph of How Luang.2 Stone holds the sketch out to Wai, who takes the picture with both hands. He studies it closely.> Wai: A dragonhead from when I was a boy. Dead, years ago. What do you want with him? Stone: Just any stories you might have. Anything at all, your impressions of him. We have a certain interest. Wai: You know, I must have been eleven, twelve, first time I saw him. Catching a glimpse of him, out of our apartment window, one Moon Festival night. It was like seeing Ringo! You like Ringo? How Luang was a superstar. Stone: We heard that Luang was different. Different from the other dragonheads, the other tong leaders. Special. Wai: Yes. Yes, he certainly was. For most of his rule. Four different highbinders came after him, six separate times in one week, have you heard this? Misfired, missed every single one of them. He would walk around freely, no pistol, no sword. Can you imagine? In Chinatown? Stone: Like he was protected. Wai: Oh, of course there were guards. Stone: I have it here, in my notes…yes, the specific phrase. ‘Divinely lucky.’ Wai: Who is giving you these impressions, may I ask? These things you’re hearing about Luang. How did you learn about them? Stone: Let me change tracks. Back to you. Yourself. You ever feel lucky? That specific brand of luck? Wai: There is that word, again. Luck. Stone: How would you characterize it, then? Wai: <Barely audible.> Destiny. Stone: Is this something you ever wanted, this destiny? That you could take for yourself? Wai: Ignore me. Everything I’ve said, everything you’ve learned from me today, ignore me. The reminisces of an old man. Stone: Please, sir, continue. Is this something you— Wai: <Stated in Cantonese.> Leave us. <Steven and Quentin Wai exit the room. Extended period of silence.> Wai: I never had it. Look at me. I am alive today. I never had it. Stone: Yes, but I was told you might know who has it now. <Wai looks at the artist’s sketch of How Luang again. His fingers crinkle the paper.> Wai: Let me tell you a different story. A story of How’s madness, and the decline of our association. In it San Francisco comes down over our heads. Dust mingling with blood in the air. Thickening in our lungs. Stone: So you do know what it does. Wai: But before. Before the earthquake, when Chinatown was our own. He built it up for us. Community. Family. Do you understand? And to protect it he needed power, we needed power, to look after one another, to protect ourselves, and we will always need it…no, I do not know who has it now. Stone: If you help us, we can contain it. We can make sure something like San Francisco never happens again. Wai: This is an internal matter, young man. Stone: Look, sir. Your earthquake. Wildfires out of season in Kansas City, killer waves in Seattle, those twisters came down over Chicago five years back? Out of a clear blue sky? All of it coinciding with the rise and fall of Chinese gang leaders across the country? Wai: I wouldn’t know anything about that. Stone: No, sir, of course not. <Extended period of silence.> Wai: You would not understand. Stone: Sir? Wai: I see you judging me, I can feel it. I can— Stone: Sir, we— Wai: Fuck, no. You don’t get to judge me. Any of us. All of my…my countrymen, you know what they say? They say keep our heads down and they will let us be. They say, Johnny, be a good little Chinaman, and kneel, but when they are beaten in the alleyways and the gwai lo smash in their windows who do they go to, then, eh? Police? Wai: No. No. I saw what they were too scared to see. You want respect? In this country, you take respect. You stain your hands in oceans of blood and you take it. You take it, and if the bodies pile up on top of each other, so be it, on Spofford Street and Stockton Street— <Extraneous details redacted.> Stone: For the last time, Mr. Wai. Or we won’t be able to help you. Tell us what you know. Wai: ‘Cultural preservation.’ I see the gun in your waistband, and another on your ankle. I do not think I will tell you. Four months after this interview, Foundation agents — Agent Stone among them — exerted influence over the San Francisco District Attorney’s Office and were able to extend a more explicit offer to Mr. Wai in exchange for leniency during his trial. Wai once again refused to cooperate and spent the remainder of his life in San Quentin State Prison. Addendum A-03: MTF Eta-29 (“Drunken Boxers”) video transcript of Incident-0502, 10/15/1994 Response Team: MTF Eta-29 (“Drunken Boxers”) are specialists in the containment and neutralization of anomalies under the control of Asian criminal organizations. Location: Golden Imperial Restaurant, 425 Harrison Avenue, Chinatown, Boston Background: Fourteen months prior to Incident-0502 Operative Zhenduo had assumed a deep-cover identity, posing as recent Fujianese immigrant Chuan Sang Xi in order to infiltrate the Boston branch of the 14K Triad and surveil PoI-7993 (“Kwan Fai Ng”). In October 1992 Ng was elected wa si yan3; weeks previously Ng was a legitimate flower shop owner with no criminal record. The circumstances of his election identified him as a prime candidate for the involvement of SCP-6638. Immediately prior to Incident-0502, Ng summoned Operative Zhenduo and several trusted lieutenants to Golden Imperial Restaurant, ostensibly to celebrate Operative Zhenduo’s recent initiation ceremony. Instead, Ng triggered Incident-0502, necessitating the full mobilization of MTF Eta-29. This addendum does not describe the raid which placed SCP-6638 under Foundation control. Instead, it describes an earlier incident during which heavy casualties were sustained and the combat capabilities of SCP-6638 were fully realized. Video transcript, 10/15/94, Incident-0509. Translated from original Cantonese. <Transcription begins mid-meal. Zhenduo sits across from Ng in the cellar of Golden Imperial Restaurant surrounded by seven 14K lieutenants. Of note is George Hsueh, beside Zhenduo, a lieutenant who Zhenduo befriended.> Ng: I miss it sometimes, I will confess. The simplicity of selling flowers. Zhenduo: It sounds like you never wanted to leave, dai lo.4 Ng: Oh, you understand, Chuan, you love it here. Just as much as I do. Hsueh: <Hsueh embraces Ng with one arm.> Don't you try to hide it, crack shot, not when you got the Valentino suit on! Zhenduo: Alright, alright. Ng: Here. <Ng rises and raises his glass.> Ng: A toast to our newest brother. Hsueh: Hear, hear. <Hsueh claps Zhenduo on the shoulder.> Ng: You would have been a great flower cutter, Chuan. And I have another announcement, while we are here. I, as you all know, am an upstanding citizen; and I have found a place for our organization in the government of the City of Boston. <More cheers.> Ng: ‘Community liaison.’ Relationships. Rubbing shoulders with the lo fan. Meaningless, for now, but the power will come. Is that why you are unhappy, Chuan? Are we not progressing fast enough for you? Zhenduo: I would never complain, dai lo. And I would have loved to cut flowers for you. Ng: Some other reason, then, for your unhappiness. Zhenduo: I don’t know what you mean. Ng: It’s a feeling I have. An itch, in the back of my skull, whenever I look at you, think of you. Our rising star. I thought, oh, he wants to rise, as I have risen. That is why he is unhappy. Yet here we are. And it itches still. <14K lieutenants stop eating. All noises begin to die down.> Ng: I will repeat myself. Some other reason for your unhappiness. Zhenduo: Where is this coming from? Ng: Who do you work for? Zhenduo: I work for you, dai lo. Ng: I can smell lies, now. Do you know that? Like rotten chrysanthemums. So again: who do you work for? Hsueh: Dai lo. I hate to stick my neck out, but he’s been straight, all the way. Let his dogs bark on Tyler without blinking. Killed those Wo Hop boys dead. Ng: Hsueh. Hsueh: Sorry, sir. Ng: Hsueh, I want you to go and check the cellar. <George Hsueh stands from his seat.> Zhenduo: Georgie, don’t do this. Hsueh: What, Chuang? Command, through earpiece: We’re getting you out, Zhenduo, all of you, we’re getting you out now— <Ng retrieves a pistol from his inside jacket pocket. Without turning he fires randomly at the wall on his right-hand side. Four Eta-29 operatives posted in adjoining cellar room (Lambert, Connors, Harekrishna, Banter) killed immediately by shots to the head or heart. Operatives audibly slump as they hit the cellar floor; lines of blood running from bullet holes in wall are immediately visible. Zhenduo tilts his head to address the microphone hidden in his carnation lapel.> Zhenduo: Hold! Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage. <All 14K lieutenants level their pistols at Zhenduo. Ng places his pistol back into his jacket pocket. He sits down and continues to eat.> Ng: They’re good, your friends. Quiet. Would have gotten anybody else. Hsueh: What the fuck, you’re a cop? A fed? Zhenduo: No. 14K Lieutenant: OCTB?5 Zhenduo: Not them, either. Ng: So it is somebody even more powerful. Various 14K lieutenants: He’s even sitting there different. / Fucking snitch. / Look at him, man, cop to the fucking bone— Ng: He is telling the truth. Then what is your business? Zhenduo: <Addressing the rest of the table.> I’m not here about the rackets, or the dope. Not even the bodies. I’m here for him. Ng: For me? Zhenduo: One of you can step up after I take him in, I don’t care who, but Mr. Ng, you need to come with me. Command, through earpiece: No, damn it, Zhenduo, this thing is blown to hell, we’re going in, front door and the skylight, now, now, now— <Gunfire audible downstairs. Four gangsters rush downstairs. Zhenduo uses this distraction to jump over the table, grabbing Ng and driving them both to the ground. The three who remain, including Hsueh, are dispatched by operatives (Shunfu, Lang) rappelling in through the restaurant’s skylight.> Zhenduo: Give it up— <A spectral, dragonlike entity, accompanied by massive distortions in the video feed, erupts from the floor. It passes through Ng and does not harm him; however, Zhenduo is flung into the ceiling boards and is seriously injured upon impact with the floor. All MTF operatives thrown into walls. Ng gets up and heads downstairs himself.> <While still on the floor Zhenduo draws his pistol and fires at Ng’s back. A frame-by-frame examination of the video feed allows the viewer to discern a white aura forming around Ng as he turns with anomalous speed.> <Ng plucks each bullet out of the air, letting them fall to the ground.> Ng: You disappoint me, Chuang. <Ng draws his pistol again; he draws a second pistol, for his other hand, from his opposite jacket pocket. Ng leaves the cellar unimpeded.> MTF Operative Shunfu: <Helping Zhenduo stand.> You alright, Benny? Zhenduo: Fine, fine. Zhenduo: We better take that thing for our damn selves, huh? Shunfu: Funny. Zhenduo: Right. Funny. Incident-0502 Overview: MTF Eta-29 fireteams deployed through the front door report the appearance of various spectral entities assisting the 14K Triad. Among them are martial artists with anomalous levels of pain tolerance and durability, in addition to various creatures from Chinese mythology and folklore. MTF Eta-29 sustains heavy casualties and are forced to withdraw. After Incident-0502: Operative Zhenduo’s expertise in this specific cultural environment is no longer required. After standard deep-cover evaluation, Zhenduo transferred to International Relations, where he now serves as deputy liaison to the government of Finland. Though Ng began to suffer SCP-6638’s negative effects in August 1997, he refused to give up power. This culminated in his death during an SCP-6638-initiated flooding of the Charles River in 1998. + [4/2000 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] Addendum A-04: O5 memorandum directed to MTF Eta-29 command - [Credentials recognized.] Addendum A-04: O5 Memorandum directed to MTF Eta-29 command Addendum A-04: O5 memorandum directed to MTF Eta-29 command Timeline of related events: 01/05/2004: Seven members of the O5 Overseer Council report identical dreams despite the non-interruption of oneiric defensive programs and other subconscious countermeasures. 01/06/2004: Sudden increases in temperature and the activation of tectonic sensors indicate the anomalous activations of approximately 70% of all volcanoes present in the Pacific Rim of Fire. O5 OVERSEER for Mobile Task Force Eta-29 DRUNKEN BOXERS For months now our embassy in Area of Interest-12886 has been fielding complaints about our interference with SCP-6638. We’ve just received a new communique: 1288 is willing to make numerous concessions regarding containment on several other, Keter-level anomalies that are currently outside of our possession. That’s the carrot. And, on the other hand, the stick: The Pacific on fire. Imperial Heaven has shifted their own policies regarding SCP-6638. They’ve cited an increased emphasis on the importance of an unbroken chain of SCP-6638 transferrals to cosmological continuity, rather than the specific identities of those affected by SCP-6638. An interesting tidbit for the folks down in research. You have new orders. If this thing has to be out in the world, and it does have to be out in the world, we can at least contain the associated damage. We’ve taken a closer look at those timetables. Those disasters, it looks like the worst of them only occur if a former host is still in power. He’s out of the picture and the disasters stop. Dies, he retires, he’s jailed, whatever. The transfer of SCP-6638 from one leader to another must be instantaneous. The concessions we’re receiving are worth any collateral damage SCP-6638 can cause. Because you’re the ones minimizing it by any means necessary. Bribe, bargain, lie. Kill. Do what you have to do. Instantaneous. Hear that, Boxers? You’ve got the green light on more funding. That’s the good news. The bad news is we’re letting Steven Chiu out. I know. I know what it took to take him, that it was worse than trying to take Ng. And I know a lot of you come from law-enforcement backgrounds, police, military, federal. But enforcing the law is no longer your mission. Your mission is containment. Footnotes 1. At the time of this interview Wai was out on bail awaiting trial for charges including racketeering, drug trafficking, and several counts of first-degree murder. 2. Leader of the Chee Kung Tong and SCP-6638 recipient. 3. ‘ultimate decision-maker,’ or regional branch head 4. Honorific term for elder. 5. Organized Crime & Triad Bureau, a Hong Kong law enforcement agency. 6. a Leibniz-class afterlife dimension that refers to itself as ‘Imperial Heaven’ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6638" by ferdwrites, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6638. 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: qianlong-emperor.jpg Name: Portrait of Qianlong Emperor As a Young Man Author: Unidentified artist License: Public Domain Source Link: metmuseum.org Additional Notes: Image was cropped |
SCP-6639 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6639 Special Containment Procedures: As of 3/12/2017 SCP-6639-1 has been allowed to resume his voyages under the condition that he follows predesignated routes until reaching SCP-6639-A. Additionally, a small research crew consisting of trained personnel must be allowed to travel onboard each voyage. The Foundation has established a trading relationship with the society from which SCP-6639-1 for further information see the relevant file. Description: SCP-6639 is a whaling ship composed entirely of organic matter. The exact composition of SCP-6639 is the tissues of several organisms native to SCP-6639-A including bones, muscles, various internal organs, and chitinous plates among other biological material. SCP-6639 appears to have been artificially created from these tissues using a combination of anomalous and non-anomalous methods. The structure of SCP-6639 is similar to common seafaring vessels. Notable deviations from this include the lack of quarters for more than one person and the engine room. SCP-6639's engine is a complex, anomalous organism, which powers almost all operations on the ship via the processing and redirection of anomalous, energy-dense pus (referred to by SCP-6639-1 as "bilegris") found naturally on the blisters that naturally occur on some of the aquatic megafauna native to SCP-6639-A. Some of the ship's more exotic functions, such as weaponry, have smaller, dedicated engines to power them. These weapons, like the rest of SCP-6639, are composed of organic matter, or in a few instances, are separate genetically modified organisms. Most of these weapons exist to facilitate the hunting of megafauna on SCP-6639-A SCP-6639-A: SCP-6639-A is an extradimensional space accessible by space-time distortions created by some lifeforms within it as well as some Foundation technology (████████). SCP-6639-A consists of a vast, potentially infinite, ocean composed of various human bodily fluids, primarily bile. This expanse is interrupted only by islands, which are home to the native animal life of SCP-6639-A. The entirety of SCP-6639-A is completely devoid of plant life, with all native species being either animals or microbes. These lifeforms often display atypical traits such as asymmetry, exposed muscular tissue, oozing bodily fluids, and vary highly in size, with the smallest being the size of common earth insects, and the largest being an oceanic megafauna estimated to be approximately 30.3 million km2. The most notable lifeforms on SCP-6639-A are the large quantity of oceanic megafauna present on SCP-6639-A. Many of these megafaunas are hunted by the native societies in SCP-6639-A which are highly dependent on the energy-dense pus present in blisters on these megafaunas, as well as utilizing the tissues for a multitude of purposes. The vast majority of oceanic megafauna also possess unique anomalous properties. There are several human societies native to SCP-6639-A situated on some of the larger islands. These societies are very dependent on the high-energy pus produced by various megafauna. This pus, along with the other components are gathered by a profession of people referred to as "whalers", whalers such as SCP-6639-1 pilot vessels similar to SCP-6639. SCP-6639-1: SCP-6639-1 is an adult human male roughly 57 years old and 190 cm in height, originating from SCP-6639-A referred to as Antek Darga. SCP-6639-1 possesses no anomalous characteristics, save for his connection to SCP-6639. SCP-6639-1's only apparent anomalous attribute is that he appears to be capable of telepathically operating SCP-6639 through a one-way link. SCP-6639-1 works as a Whaler regularly hunting various megafauna within SCP-6639-A. SCP-6639-1 was accidentally relocated from his home dimension by a member of a previously unknown megafauna species. Addendum 6639-1: Discovery SCP-6639 was initially discovered on 03/17/2021 by Foundation satellite imaging detecting an unknown vessel in international waters emitting a bright red light. Imaging revealed the entirely organic nature of SCP-6639 and a small task force was dispatched. Upon reaching the vessel, the red light was determined to be a distress beacon, activated by SCP-6639-1. SCP-6639 and SCP-6639-1 were both quickly brought into custody. SCP-6639 was held at a foundation dock while SCP-6639-1 was contained in a standard humanoid containment cell. After approximately two weeks in custody, SCP-6639-1 accepted an interview. Addendum 6639-2: Interview Log Interviewed: SCP-6639-1 Interviewer: Dr. Johnathan Michaels Foreword: This interview was conducted on 04/1/2021 Note: This interview was conducted in Polish but has been translated to English. <Begin Log> Dr. Michaels: Hello SCP-6639-1. Thank you for agreeing to this interview. SCP-6639-1: Of course. Please, call me Antek. Dr. Michaels: I'm afraid that's against protocol, you may discuss such arrangements at a later date. SCP-6639-1: You mean Roza. She's beautiful, isn't she, the best whaling ship I'd ever piloted. two feet of chitin plating, top-of-the-line engine, and the highest quality kosharpun I've ever had the pleasure of firing! Dr. Michaels: So you were a whaler then? SCP-6639-1: Indeed. Been a whaler for nearly 40 years now, nothing quite like it. Dr. Michaels: Why would you need such a vessel for whale hunting. I can't imagine that you would need two feet of armored plating to hunt a whale. At this point SCP-6639-1 laughs loudly and suddenly. SCP-6639-1: I suppose that here whaling is not as much of a dangerous profession then! Dr. Michaels: What do you mean by that? SCP-6639-1: I guess not then. Where I come from whaling is the most dangerous job one can have! Whales are huge titans of twisted flesh and bone, organic giants that can span many leagues in all directions. It was one of them that stranded them here. Dr. Michaels: Where precisely are you from SCP-6639-1? SCP-6639-1: Earth. Or I suppose a section of it. Where I come from everything is made of meat and bone. Islands of flesh on an endless yellow sea, seated on the largest of the islands is the shining jewel of our nation. The port of Tlusch of the nation of Misaato. We are reliant on our whalers, they hunt the materials they gather are used for construction, technology, power. Dr. Michaels: You mentioned a nation, are there more people like you? SCP-6639-1: Of course, last I knew we have nearly 40 ports spread over numerous islands, each one a thriving city. Dr. Michaels: How did you come to our reality? SCP-6639-1 frowns. SCP-6639-1: It was just supposed to be another hunt. I had heard stories of course. The serpent-fish, it was called. One of the strangest whales ever spotted. It was said to appear and disappear at random. I figured it was just fast! I didn't expect SCP-6639-1 gestures wildly in the air all this. It had some, way, of stretching the area around it. One moment, I was on its tail, the next, I was here. Dr. Michaels: Thank you for your cooperation SCP-6639-1, we'll be speaking again soon. SCP-6639-1: I see, I don't suppose you would have a way of bringing me back, would you. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview several more were conducted to ascertain the precise nature of the reality SCP-6639-1 originates from. On 8/10/2021, it was determined that the Foundation would utilize portal technology to allow SCP-6639-1 to continue his hunts, so long as he allowed a Mobile Task Force and a small number of researchers to accompany him. To see a transcription of the first of these hunts see Addendum 6639-3. Addendum 6639-3: Expedition Log Expedition Log Transcript Date:08/28/2021 Expedition Team: MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") Team Lead: G6-Cap Team Members: G6-Alpha/G6-Bravo/G6-Charlie Notes: As this was the first expedition into SCP-6639-A researchers were not sent in addition to Gamma-6. Additionally, SCP-6639-1 agreed to be fitted with a microphone, and an automatic translator to allow smooth communication between him and Gamma-6. <Begin Log> Video feed opens onboard SCP-6639's deck, which is covered in a smooth chitinous surface. The ship is situated approximately two leagues out from the Foundation dock from which it was located. G6-Cap: This is G6-Cap. Check. G6-Alpha: This is G6-Alpha. Check. G6-Beta: This is G6-Beta. Check. G6-Charlie: This is G6-Charlie. Check… Antek. SCP-6639-1: Ah, yes. This is Antek. Command: All clear, opening rift now. A loud thrumming noise is heard as a Foundation satellite array activates. After a few seconds, a space-time aperture slightly larger than SCP-6639 opens in front of the ship, leading into SCP-6639-A. Command: Rift is stable. You may proceed. The ship begins to accelerate into the rift. G6-Beta: Here we go. The ship passes through the rift into SCP-6639-A. The sky is pale red in color. A yellow sea stretches in all directions, a few red islands dot the horizon SCP-6639-1 travels below deck. SCP-6639-1: Wait here. After a few minutes SCP-6639-1 returns from below deck carrying what appears to be five harpoon guns composed entirely out of flesh and bone. SCP-6639-1: Take these. SCP-6639-A distributes the weapons to Gamma-6. G6-Charlie: Command? Command: Should be safe, feel free. Gamma-6 accepts the weapons. G6-Alpha: So, uh, Antek what exactly are we looking for. SCP-6639-1: A whale, probably a breacher1 or a splicer2, don't want to hunt anything too extreme on your first time out. G6-Cap: This ain't our first rodeo, no need to go easy on us. SCP-6639-1 appears to spot something in the distance and smirks. SCP-6639-1: Don't say I didn't warn you then. The ship sharply veers right and rapidly accelerates. G6-Alpha: Where are we going. SCP-6639-1 Grins. SCP-6639-1: Krolkosk3. In the distance a large shape is seen moving underwater. G6-Cap: This what we're after Command. Command: Affirmative. As the ship approaches, the creature comes into full view. Estimated to be approximately two and a half times larger than a blue whale, the creature appears to be a large flatfish similar in shape to an oversized flounder with its skull entirely unprotected. It has no scales, and its muscle tissue is completely exposed. Bones jut out at odd angles from its back. Rather than fins, it appears to propel itself with large paddles composed of bone one attached to each side of its body. SCP-6639-1 slams his foot on the deck towards the front of the ship and the chitin plate covering the front of the deck recedes. A large cannon emerges from the now exposed deck. Walls extend in a shield from around it, protecting the front of the ship, the barrel is composed out of an unknown, hard yellow substance, a single large white spike protrudes from the front. SCP-6639-1: Prepare yourself. A large boom emanates from the barrel of the cannon, as the spike launches itself at supersonic speed towards the entity. The projectile rips a hole straight through the entity's body. A loud gurgling roar is heard from beneath the ocean surface. The entity's back breaches the surface, and it fires a volley of bone spikes from its back. Most of these spikes are stopped by the shield, but a few pierce through. SCP-6639-1: What are you standing around for. Go! G6-Cap: Right, let's do this boys! The members of Gamma-6 spread out across the deck attempting to find vantage points to attack the entity from. G6-Charlie manages to successfully fire at the creature. The projectile fired from the harpoon gun makes a shrieking noise as it speeds towards its target. The entity fires a plate of bone from its back, intercepting the projectile in midair, which explodes. The other members of G6 appear to be having similar issues, their attacks being intercepted midair. G6-Cap: This doesn't seem to be working. G6-Charlie: How can this thing see us, it's facing the other direction. SCP-6639-1: Look closer at its face. G6-Alpha: Why, what are we looking at? G6-Beta: Wait a minute, where are its eyes? SCP-6639-1 fires again, this time a large blade-like projectile, which shears off a large chunk of flesh. The entity roars, and the sheared off flesh is revealed to be an eyelid, revealing a gigantic, black, eye. G6-Beta: What the fuck. G6-Cap runs towards the front of the deck and tosses an explosive device at the eye of the entity. On impact, it explodes annihilating the eye. G6-Cap: Bullseye! The creature roars and begins to shake, rapidly dispelling hundreds of bone projectiles from its back, many of which pierce the shield of SCP-6639. G6-Alpha's shoulder is hit by one of these projectiles. G6-Alpha: I've been hit, doubt I'll be able to finish this fight. G6-Cap: Antek, what the hell is that thing doing. SCP-6639-1: Last resort, it knows it can't win, but maybe it can bring us down with it. But it can't. SCP-6639-1 draws a sidearm from its jacket, superficially resembling a pistol, he aims it at the entity and pulls the trigger. A thunderclap sounds and thousands of lacerations appear on the creature's back, the pistol is annihilated in the process. The creature groans and begins to sink. SCP-6639-1 runs to the cannon at the front of the deck and fires a large, barbed harpoon attached to a chain at the corpse, pulling it to the surface. SCP-6639-1 grins G6-Cap: Good job team. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the expedition Gamma-6 returned via rift to baseline reality, G6-Alpha was treated for his wounds and made a full recovery. SCP-6639-1 was later established as a liaison between the society within SCP-6639-A and the Foundation, establishing their current trade relationship Footnotes 1. Colloquial term for a species of megafauna which is known for a large rock-like protrusion from its skull which it uses to pierce the hulls of ships. 2. Colloquial term for a species of megafauna which is capable of shedding large portions of flesh as a survival mechanism. 3. 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SCP-6640 | euclid | Item#: 6640 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6640 is currently being held in a standard rhodium spectral containment unit at Site 43 in Ipperwash Provincial Park, Lambton County, Ontario, Canada. It is being further restrained with warding salts mechanically laid in by a specially designed robotic unit once every twelve hours. SCP-6640 should be monitored via thermal readings and security footage as often as possible. This entity is prone to escaping containment and should not be allowed to wander the facility. Should the entity attempt to escape containment, a spectral-qualified member of senior staff should perform the circumstantially specific warding ritual. Failure to do so will result in the SCP escaping containment and re-entering the general population. Should this occur, a qualified member of senior staff should officiate the summoning ritual1 with a team on standby equipped to re-contain the entity. Should the entity resist containment, it can be distracted by the mispronunciation of Shakespearean English. Temporary Containment Procedures: SCP-6640 is not to be allowed around Interview logs. It mistakes them for scripts, and any scripts other than the original edition of Shakespeare's Scottish Play that starts with an M (not to be named here in case this file is read aloud in a theatre during a breach of containment) cause it to become very angry and lash out, potentially violently. Description: SCP-6640 is the specter of Elizabethan actor Richard Adamson (see Addendum 6640.1) who died amid the second production of Shakespeare's famous Scottish Play. The specter is capable of forming into a variety of shapes should it choose to, however it often remains shapeless and invisible. It uses this cover to cause disruptions, particularly in the theatrical setting. These disruptions can be minor, but are sometimes major and can result in serious injury and/or in severe cases, death. SCP-6640 rarely cooperates with SCP personnel. It believes that containment is impeding the completion of its 'unfinished business'. It never clearly iterates what the unfinished business is, preferring to disrupt the performances of actors worldwide whom it believes to be 'invoking its name'. SCP-6640 does not respond to its given name, rather responding to the name of the last role it ever played- the titular role of Shakespeare's Scottish Play2. It is only capable of being summoned to theatres and rehearsal spaces. An investigation is underway about the mechanics of its summoning and why precisely it is drawn to theatrical spaces, though the current hypothesis based on historical urban mythology (see Addendum 6640.1) is that the correlation has to do with the curse laid upon the last play SCP-6640 performed. Addendum 6640.1: History- Richard Adamson Actor Richard Adamson was an actor in the Elizabethan era3. Richard Adamson was a member and perhaps even the leader of a travelling theatrical troupe based in London, England, whose productions received mixed reviews in their time. Adamson was known for methodology as an actor that could be considered a predecessor to modern 'method acting'. Paraphrasing his own words, when preparing for a role Adamson would 'fully embody' his character, acting only as his character would and responding only to his character's name for weeks before a performance. This is something SCP-6640 has carried into its afterlife, though it has become somewhat distorted. It will only acknowledge the last work it was a part of, and becomes angered when introduced to other plays, saying they are distracting it from the work it's doing. Adamson's troupe were the second group to perform Shakespeare's Scottish Play after a disastrous first run. Legend says Shakespeare's Scottish Play was initially cursed by a coven of witches offended by how their kind was being represented, which resulted in the known deaths of at least two actors. SCP-6640 has articulated that the troupe were aware of these tragedies, but admired the writing and plot of Shakespeare's work that they performed it despite the curse. They had a relatively successful run, save for one tragedy- the death of their leading man on their first performance. The prop sword to be used by MacDuff in Act Five Scene Eight was accidentally switched for a real one, the actor playing MacDuff tripped during their fight choreography, resulting in Adamson being stabbed. He bled to death. Addendum 6640.2 The Curse Of The Scottish Play Before the discovery of SCP-6640, the Curse of the Scottish Play was an established superstition among actors, both amateur and professional. The superstition says that if you say the name of the Scottish Play in a theatre or rehearsal space, that space becomes cursed. A string of disasters will ensue that could result in the injury or death of the cast, creatives and crew. In history, it often results in the rehearsal or performance where the name was uttered being ruined. Since SCP-6640's capture and containment, SCP Researchers have been able to clarify a few details about the curse. Most significantly, SCP-6640 states that it does not disturb productions of the actual Scottish Play because, in its reasoning, the play is cursed enough without its interference. He will not disrupt readings of the Scottish Play outside of its performance context for the same reason. SCP-6640 has also stated that its intent when actors allegedly invoke its name is to ruin the actor's performance as its own was ruined. It also expresses no remorse for the harm it has caused. Addendum 6640.3: Discovery SCP-6640 was discovered during a rehearsal of Site 43's annual recreational play on March 10th, 20224. They were commencing the staging portion of their rehearsal when Dr. ████ ██████5 made a statement about how they had hoped they might be doing The Scottish Play or something similar, unwittingly summoning SCP-6640 in the process. SCP-6640 was discovered because Dr. Joyce Lang6 had brought her spectral monitoring kit with her to rehearsal and it read SCP-6640's presence in the room. Shortly after, a chandelier set-piece fell from the rafters of the theatre. The group decided to investigate the possibility of a specter having caused the incident, and subsequently, SCP-6640 was contained. The following is a transcript of the full incident: Initial Encounter- SCP-6640 Location: Theatre Wing, Site 43 Taken From: Staging Reference Recording, March 10th, 2022 Foreword: Initial Encounter of SCP-6640 (AKA The Spirit Of Richard Adamson) CAUTION: This transcript is longer than the average interview transcript. It covers almost fifteen minutes of rehearsal time. Portions have been omitted for readability and conciseness. These portions are notated throughout the transcript. + Open - Close <Begin Recording> There is a lot of chatter at the beginning of this tape, but what is believed to be the most pertinent conversation from the mix has been transcribed. Junior Researcher Greene: Hey, ████, Maddie told me this is your first show, like, ever. Is that true? Dr. ██████: Uh, yeah. Junior Researcher Greene: (clearly frustrated) And you waltz into auditions and get a lead? Typical. Dr. ██████: I mean, there are a lot of leads in this show. Basically everyone's a lead. Junior Researcher Greene: Yeah. It's called an ensemble cast. Something you'd know if you'd ever done this before. Dr. ██████: (confused) Okay? Junior Researcher Greene: So why are you here? Dr. ██████: What? Junior Researcher Greene: Why are you all of a sudden so interested in our drama department? Dr. ██████: I don't know, man… I really enjoyed the show last year. Junior Researcher Greene: (unimpressed) Uh huh? Dr. ██████: Not gonna lie, after that I kind of hoped we would be doing ███████ or something like that this year. Your guys' adaptations of Shakespeare rock! Junior Researcher Greene: (horrified) Oh my god, you did not just do that! Dr. ██████: What? Junior Researcher Greene: You said the name of the Scottish Play! Dr. ██████: ███████ ? Junior Researcher Greene: Don't say it again! Are you insane?! You have to do the ritual now. Come on, outside, with me. Dr. ██████: What the fuck is going on? Junior Researcher Greene: You can't just say that name! Bad things happen! It's cursed! Now come on! End of assorted chatter. Dr. Choi: All right, cast, settle down. Have your scripts ready. We're starting on page- Junior Researcher Greene: (cutting her off) Maddie, I have to take ████ outside for a moment. He- Dr. ██████: (cutting him off, upset) Knock it off! First of all, that's Dr. Choi to you! She's your superior! And secondly, it's never okay to cut someone off like that. I'm so sorry, Dr. Choi. Dr. Choi: It's all right. Thank you, ████. (a pause) What were you going to say, Junior Researcher Greene? Junior Researcher Greene: He said the name of the- Junior Researcher Greene is cut off by a loud beeping noise Dr. Lang: (embarrassed) I am so, so sorry. I had to bring my spectral kit with me because I've got a test right after rehearsal. I did not mean for it to interrupt anything. May I go check on it? I must have forgotten to turn it off… Dr. Choi: Go ahead, Dr. Lang. Don't worry about it. (a pause) Now, as I was saying, open your scripts to page- Dr. Choi is cut off by a large smashing sound. A prop chandelier has fallen directly behind her. There are many screams. Junior Researcher Greene: (incredulous)See what you've done, ████? This is why you don't say the name of the Scottish Play! Dr. ██████: Are you seriously about to blame that on me? Junior Researcher Greene: Uh, yeah! I am! You should have known better than to say that in a theatre, of all places! Maddie, are you okay? Dr. Choi: I'm fine, Ethan. Thank you. Dr. Clarke: (awkwardly, nervously, teasingly) Well… that's one way to get in the mood for the scene. There is awkward laughter from the rest of the cast. Dr. Lang: (confused) Sorry to interrupt, but I'm getting readings from the catwalk. Dr. ██████: (a pause) You mean, like, the rafters? Where the chandelier just fell from? Janitor Crowe: Yeah, that's what we call the rafters. It's where half of our lighting guys live. Dr. Clarke: (adding on) In a metaphorical sense. Dr. ██████: See, Junior Researcher Greene? Not my fault! Junior Researcher Greene: You still brought this on us! Dr. ██████: (incredulous) How?! Junior Researcher Greene: (fumbling, frustrated) You… you tempted it! Dr. ██████: (laughing) I tempted it? Junior Researcher Greene: Yeah! Dr. Choi: All right, that's enough! Settle down! (a pause, everyone is silent) As much as I would love to start blocking our scene, I feel like it's our duty as Foundation Researchers to investigate that specter. Researcher Moore: Oh, come on! Maybe Lang is getting readings from a containment cell above the theatre! Dr. Lang: No, this is specifically coming from our catwalk. Dr. Choi is right. I, at least, have a responsibility to check this thing out. Dr. Choi: And the rest of us are going to join you. Janitor Crowe: Even me? Researcher Moore: Nah, Jamie, I think you can stay down here if you want. I know the ghosties give you the spooks. Janitor Crowe: (scoffing) No shit! I don't know how you guys handle them. Junior Researcher Greene: May I also sit this one out? Just in case, y'know, the catwalk caves because some idiot said- Dr. ██████: (cutting him off, annoyed) ███████ ? There was an array of comments from the cast about this, but prominently the consensus was that Dr. ██████ should not have said that. Dr. ██████: Oh, come on guys! Seriously? Dr. Choi: (exasperated) No, Junior Researcher Greene, you need to come with the research team investigating the specter- or would you prefer a demotion to D-Class? Junior Researcher Greene: No thank you, I fully understand. Dr. Choi: All right, someone grab my phone. It's already on video to record our reference tapes, and we're probably going to need something to record for evidence. Dr. Clarke: Got it! Dr. Choi: All right, let me show you all how to get up there. The audio during the climb to the catwalk was distorted and muffled and featured a lot of clanging noises and loud footsteps. Any conversations potentially had during this time were lost on audio because of this. Dr. Lang: Okay, so it's saying the specter is right here. Researcher Moore: I don't see anything. Dr. Clarke: Thank you for that keen observation, Tom. Dr. Choi: Let's keep things professional. Dr. Clarke: Oh, please. You say that like most of us don't outrank you, Maddie. Dr. Choi: Hey! I'm the director here! I'm in charge of this space! Junior Researcher Greene: Guys, focus! We have a specter to contain here. Dr. ██████: (mockingly) Yeah, guys! We have the spirit of ███████ to capture! Researcher Moore: (frustratedly) Shut up, shut up, shut up! Do you have a death wish? We are on a fucking catwalk! There's a long way to fall! SCP-6640: Thou hath summoned me? Dr. ██████: (stunned) What? SCP-6640: Thou invokest mine own name. Is it but in vain? Dr. ██████: Your… name? Dr. Choi: (testing) ███████? SCP-6640: I am he. Researcher Moore: (in shock) You don't sound Scottish… Junior Researcher Greene: Dude, shut up! Don't insult it! Researcher Moore: No, but seriously! Like, I can hear a little bit of Scottish, but I'm getting more, like, Yorkshire vibes from the accent? SCP-6640: (dramatically) Thou who hath invoked mine own name well more than thrice in this hallowed hall, prepare thineselves for the fires of hell. For I rest not easy in thy stead, and for that thou shalt- Dr. Lang: (ignoring it) Yeah, so the readings I'm getting from this guy are huge, so… I'm gonna go ahead and call in a team to contain it. Dr. Choi: Where is it? SCP-6640: Thou heedest not mine caution? Thou art asses! I shall wreak- Dr. Lang: (mumbling, distracted, pouring a ring of salt) You're not going to be wreaking anything. I've got you trapped. You can't move. And I've got people on their way to move you somewhere more secure. It looks like we're going to be getting to know each other pretty well, ███████. SCP-6640: (angry) Witch! At this point, the task force entered and the Specter was contained for transport. All other dialogue was pertaining to personal matters between members of the cast, and some have asked that given it's lack of relevancy to the overall case it be kept private. <End Recording> Closing Statement: Many members of the aforementioned cast of the Site play became members of Dr. Joyce Lang's Research Team for this entity. Addendum 6640.4: Personal Statement From Dr. Lang The following is a personal statement from Dr. Joyce Lang about the work she has conducted thus far with SCP-6640. Lead Researcher's Personal Statement: SCP-6640 Though my work with SCP-6640 thus far has not been extensive, it has revealed a great deal about an urban legend near and dear to my heart. SCP-6640 has been spiteful and angry in his interactions with research staff, and cannot be handled by any less than three researchers at a time. It is volatile and at times violent. The best way I could describe it is a disgruntled former diva getting to enact her fantasies. It often states that we are impeding it from finishing its unfinished business, but it is my current opinion that that is a ploy it might be using to try and convince our staff to release it. I do not believe it knows what its unfinished business is, nor that it has any. Based on our research and what SCP-6640 has divulged of its former life, we have found it to be the vengeful specter of Richard Adamson rather than that of a real-life Scottish King, though I'm sure that will already be heavily detailed in the rest of this file. In my interactions with SCP-6640, it has displayed an obvious interest in the site play whilst also violently rejecting it. The specter acts as though it is morally split between its love for the theatre and its love for the character it died portraying. Even in death it is still playing that role. Mind you it isn't the greatest performance of our beloved Scottish King that I've ever seen, but it is a dedicated one. It rarely breaks that character, though when it does it provides us with information that has become the basis of its entire identity here. The reason why we have not been the most successful in conducting tests to this point is that SCP-6640 has a habit of breaking containment. Whatever the means behind how it is summoned are, they're quite powerful. Of course, this and many other things may be explained by the fact that the play our specter died performing was allegedly cursed. My hypothesis is that this curse is also what is binding the spirit to our plane. At this point since we can prove that one superstition about that play is true it is reasonable to assume the other legends surrounding it are also true. This is why our next steps as a Research Team are going to be to attempt to determine the nature of the curse laid on the Scottish Play if not the exact curse. This may prove to be difficult, but if successful it could bring a lot of clarity to exactly why SCP-6640 is the way it is, and it may provide us with means to keep SCP-6640 contained more permanently- or, better yet, how to release it from this realm and send it on to the next one, as I'm sure it would prefer. It is not often that one finds themself in a situation where two usually unrelated passions mix the way these two have, and that is why this research means so much to myself and my team. It seems a little silly to say this, but if I can save a few high school performances of Grease or the newly-popular Heathers because of my research with this SCP, I will consider my job well done. In this way, this entire situation seems silly to me, but that is the joy of my job sometimes. Updates on the condition and containment of this particular SCP may come slowly, once again due to its proclivity to escape containment, but I will do what I can, as we all do here at Site 43. With much hope, Dr. Joyce Lang, PhD Footnotes 1. The appropriate ritual to summon SCP-6640 once it has escaped containment must be performed in the Site 43 theatre, with the full cast of the current site-wide recreational play present. Once ready, one of the actors must simply say the name of Shakespeare's acclaimed Scottish Play to re-summon the entity. 2. This is also the name used to summon SCP-6640 3. Researchers have determined that SCP-6640 is the specter of Richard Adamson based on evidence from interviews correlating details from SCP-6640's past to Adamson's 4. The play in question was The Play That Goes Wrong 5. This staff member has chosen to remain unnamed, and also wanted it on the record that this was their first experience with theatre and that they did not know any better. 6. Dr. Joyce Lang later took on leadership for the Research Team assigned to this SCP. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6640" by DrMegsMarvelle, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6640. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6642 | euclid | Item#: 6642 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6642 is housed in a standard humanoid containment cell. Any changes in its appearance should be recorded. Description: SCP-6642 is a metamorphic entity of extraterrestrial origin. It is able to take a form similar to that of select species that it views; however, it cannot change its coloration or the size and shape of its eyes. Although it is able to return to previous forms, these forms will often possess distortions.1 SCP-6642 possesses six eyes arranged in an irregular pattern. Testing has shown that it is unable to change the arrangement of said eyes. Its skin remains green in each form, and its hair or fur is black. When SCP-6642 takes the form of an intelligent organism, it will gain an understanding of the languages known by the individual it copied. Known forms taken by SCP-6642 are as follows: An extraterrestrial species possessing six legs and a thin abdominal region. Its head was similar to that of Eurypharynx pelecanoides.2 Homo sapiens. Felis catus.3 Interview 6642-05/20/21: Interviewed: SCP-6642 Interviewer: Dr. Sabrina Kaye Foreword: Interview was conducted following initial containment of SCP-6642. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kaye: Hello, I'm Dr. Kaye. Do you have a name? SCP-6642: No, not really. Most of the things people call me are insults. Dr. Kaye: Oh, uh, alright. Mind if I call you 6642? SCP-6642: As good a name as any. With that out of the way, why have I already been arrested? I haven't done anything yet. Dr. Kaye: Yet? Okay, it doesn't matter. Where did you come from? SCP-6642: Some planet called… [SCP-6642 makes strangled noises.] SCP-6642: Uh, okay, I'm not gonna be able to pronounce it with these vocal cords. Big volcanic planet; not really suitable for your species, given your fragility. Dr. Kaye: So why'd you come here? SCP-6642: Same reason I go to every planet; I needed to leave the last one. [A pause.] SCP-6642: Turns out I'm wanted by some interplanetary police or something? Anyway, doesn't matter right now. No one ever comes here, so I'm probably safe. Dr. Kaye: Right… How do you travel between planets? SCP-6642: I usually steal a ship. They don't… usually crash so easily. Dr. Kaye: And how many planets have you been to? SCP-6642: Lost count a while ago. Dr. Kaye: Look, it was believable up until the interplanetary police part. Why did you really come here? How do you know any human language, anyway? [SCP-6642 shrugs.] SCP-6642: I really am seeking safety here. You don't need to believe me. As for the language bit, I dunno. I just learn languages as I take forms. Dr. Kaye: Oh, right, your abilities. Can you show me? SCP-6642: I mean, not right now. Dr. Kaye: I'd assume the restraints wouldn't stop you from- SCP-6642: No, I'm injured, dumbfuck. I don't really wanna make that worse. Dr. Kaye: Didn't you take the form of a human after you crashed? SCP-6642: Yeah, and now it hurts to move. [END LOG] Interview 6642-05/21/21: Interviewed: SCP-6642 Interviewer: Dr. Sabrina Kaye [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6642: Oh, it's you again. Dr. Kaye: Hi, I have some more questions for you. SCP-6642: Eh. I don't really feel like talking today. Dr. Kaye: I'll make this quick. What'd your original form look like? SCP-6642: I don't know. Dr. Kaye: Can you elaborate on that? SCP-6642: It's pretty simple. I've been taking other forms for as long as I can remember. I don't know what I was. Dr. Kaye: That doesn't bother you? SCP-6642: I mean, it does a little bit, but there's no use in worrying about it. Dr. Kaye: Alright, then. What- SCP-6642: Hey, I have a question for you. Why am I here? You didn't answer me last time. Dr. Kaye: Well, uh, the short answer is that you're not normal. SCP-6642: Kind of a shitty reason to imprison someone. Dr. Kaye: It's more complicated than that. SCP-6642: I'm sure it is. Look, all you have to say is that my kind isn't welcome here. Dr. Kaye: For what it's worth, I'm sorry. SCP-6642: [sarcastically] Great, thanks. I feel so much better now. [END LOG] Interview 6642-05/22/21: Interviewed: SCP-6642 Interviewer: Dr. Sabrina Kaye [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kaye: Hey, how're you doing? SCP-6642: Everything hurts. Dr. Kaye: Sorry to hear that. You up for more questions? SCP-6642: Sure, I guess. Not like I have anything else to do. Dr. Kaye: Great. First, did you have any family? Are there more of your kind out there? SCP-6642: I was… abandoned as a child. So, uh, I don't really know. Dr. Kaye: Do you know why? SCP-6642: People tend to dislike me. It is what it is; I can't change it now. Dr. Kaye: Why did you start traveling? SCP-6642: As I said, people don't like me. Travel to a new planet, new people; they hate me, too, cycle repeats. [END LOG] Interview 6642-05/23/21: Interviewed: SCP-6642 Interviewer: Dr. Sabrina Kaye [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kaye: Feeling any better today? SCP-6642: Not really. It's boring here. [A pause.] SCP-6642: Are you the only person that can talk to me? Dr. Kaye: I mean, if you really hate me, we could probably find a replacement. SCP-6642: It's not that. No one else has actually said anything to me beyond a "hello." Dr. Kaye: Sorry about that. Did you like any of the books I brought you? SCP-6642: No. Dr. Kaye: Oh. I could bring you some others if you want. SCP-6642: I don't want books. I just want to leave. [END LOG] Incident 6642-01: On 05/23/21, SCP-6642 escaped containment. It was later recovered on 06/02/21 after reports of six-eyed animals surfaced in Traverse City, Michigan. Interview 6642-06/02/21: Interviewed: SCP-6642 Interviewer: Dr. Sabrina Kaye Foreword: Interview was conducted following re-containment. SCP-6642 took a modified humanoid form. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kaye: So, you ran away. SCP-6642: Can you really blame me? It sucks here. Dr. Kaye: You could've said something. I'm sure we could've made your life easier. SCP-6642: Nobody listened. Dr. Kaye: Oh. They… didn't? SCP-6642: They all hate me, anyway. Dr. Kaye: Where is this coming from? SCP-6642: You didn't realize? Everyone hates me. Everyone has always hated me. Dr. Kaye: Why do you think that? SCP-6642: Have you seen the way they look at me? Why do you think no one talks to me? Dr. Kaye: This kind of sounds like anxiety. [END LOG] Interview 6642-06/04/21 Interviewed: SCP-6642 Interviewer: Dr. Sabrina Kaye [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kaye: So, someone else is gonna start talking to you. SCP-6642: No. Dr. Kaye: What do you mean, no? SCP-6642: You're the only one that doesn't hate me. Dr. Kaye: I really don't think that's true. SCP-6642: Well, no one's gonna admit it, but that doesn't mean it's not true. Dr. Kaye: You'll still see me around; just try to be nice. [END LOG] Social Visit 6642-06/15/21: [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Torres: So… Okay, I can't do this. SCP-6642: What? Dr. Torres: I can't do this. You're driving me insane. SCP-6642: I didn't do anything. Dr. Torres: Oh my god! Can you just shut up? SCP-6642: Why do you people hate me so much? Dr. Torres: You're just really fucking annoying, clearly. Can't blame me for your faults. [END LOG] Interview 6642-06/16/21: Interviewed: SCP-6642 Interviewer: Dr. Sabrina Kaye [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kaye: So, what happened with Dr. Torres? SCP-6642: I told you: he hates me just like everyone else. Dr. Kaye: Does this… happen often? [SCP-6642 nods.] SCP-6642: I'd be lying if I said you get used to it. Every time, you think that maybe this one will be different, and it never is. [A pause.] SCP-6642: Why don't you hate me yet? Dr. Kaye: Your guess is as good as mine. Look, I'm really sorry this happened. I didn't know. [END LOG] + You are viewing an outdated version. View current document? - Hide current document Item#: 6642 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6642 is housed in a standard humanoid containment cell. Any changes in its appearance should be recorded. Due to the nature of SCP-6642, personnel that interact with it should have a Memetic Resistance Index of 15 or higher. Personnel who begin taking psychiatric medication must be rescreened for memetic resistance. Description: SCP-6642 is a metamorphic entity of extraterrestrial origin. It is able to take a form similar to that of select species that it views; however, it cannot change its coloration or the size and shape of its eyes. Although it is able to return to previous forms, these forms will often possess distortions. SCP-6642 possesses six eyes arranged in an irregular pattern. Testing has shown that it is unable to change the arrangement of these. Its skin remains green in each form, and its hair or fur is black. When SCP-6642 takes the form of an intelligent organism, it will gain an understanding of the languages known by the individual it copied. SCP-6642 possesses a memetic effect that causes severe annoyance in human subjects. Upon subsequent exposures, annoyance will progress towards a general disdain for SCP-6642. Known forms taken by SCP-6642 are as follows: An extraterrestrial species possessing six legs and a thin abdominal region. Its head was similar to that of Eurypharynx pelecanoides. Homo sapiens. Felis catus. Odocoileus virginianus.4 Procyon lotor.5 Vulpes vulpes.6 Ursus americanus.7 A modified humanoid form taking elements of Homo sapiens, Felis catus, and Vulpes vulpes. Social Visit 6642-08/23/21: [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6642: Hey, Dr. Kaye! [A pause.] SCP-6642: Something wrong? Dr. Kaye: I… I don't know. Why am I even visiting you at this point? SCP-6642: Oh god. Dr. Kaye: I can't deal with this. I can't deal with you. SCP-6642: You hate me, too, don't you? Dr. Kaye: It's just… you're so fucking aggravating. SCP-6642: I thought you were different. Dr. Kaye: And that got you nowhere. [A pause.] Dr. Kaye: I'd say I'm sorry, but I don't think I am. [END LOG] Closing Statement: It is theorized that Dr. Kaye possessed an inherent resistance to memetic hazards; however, upon beginning to take an SSRI medication, her resistance was weakened. SCP-6642 refused to interact with Foundation staff for ten days after this visit. Footnotes 1. Likely due to lapses in memory. 2. More commonly known as a pelican eel. 3. Domestic cat. 4. White-tailed deer. 5. Common raccoon. 6. Red fox. 7. American black bear. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6642" by NebulousStar, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6642. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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Denominator" So, what you figure? More by this author! Item#: SCP-6643 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: gleipnir Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6643 during a containment breach at Site-43. Special Containment Procedures: If SCP-6643 is present, an esoteric materials handling incident is underway. Addressing said incident constitutes containment of SCP-6643. In the interim, personnel are advised to avoid contact with this subject. Acroamatic abatement personnel are encouraged to theorize on the origins of SCP-6643 to enable more proactive containment measures..Gleipnir-class anomalies defy standard categorization, posing dynamic containment challenges. Description: SCP-6643 is an orange ectoplasmic pseudopod manifesting during any and all containment failures relating to the process of acroamatic abatement — the neutralization of anomalous byproducts — with both mass and activity level scaling to the incident's severity. Assessments of its cause, composition and potential cognizance are difficult due to the extrinsic urgency of its manifestation conditions, and the fact that no specimen has yet persisted beyond its triggering event. Acroamatic abatement experts have colloquially termed this entity 'Verne'. Addendum 6643-1, Phenomenological Overview: The first recorded manifestation of SCP-6643 occurred at the headquarters of the Foundation-affiliated Acroamatic Abatement Group (AAG) in 1921, what is today Treatment Area-21. Researchers were disposing of a large quantity of anomalous sulfur mustard ('mustard gas') created by scientist Frederick Banting and enriched with thaumaturgic thickening particles imparting a resistance to changes in wind direction. A former Foundation researcher, Banting had developed this new compound in tandem with the Canadian federal government for use in the First World War. The 1918 Armistice occurred before it could be deployed, and Banting reluctantly released it to the AAG for abatement. An undocumented corrosive quality led to containment breach, and the facility's ground level became flooded. Staff avoided chemical burns by retreating to raised gantries while emergency ventilation systems absorbed the low-settling cloud. During the twenty minutes between the beginning and end of this process, personnel observed SCP-6643 exploring the facility and manipulating various pieces of equipment. On-site security equipped with protective gear were able to photograph the entity before ventilation completed, at which point it immediately disappeared. First manifestation of SCP-6643 at Area-21. Area-21 Director Dr. Wynn Rydderech observed: I had the distinct impression it was searching for something. Some of my staff think it was seeking out the overflow release; they're divided on whether it was trying to keep us from suctioning off the gas, or trying to help the process along. The fact that it vanished as soon as the floor was clear supports either conclusion in equal measure, unfortunately. SCP-6643 manifesting on a microscope slide. The early years of the Foundation's acroamatic abatement project were rife with accidents, mostly minor, some major. It was soon determined that the conditions for SCP-6643 manifestation were exceptionally loose; even the most harmless release of esoteric vapours from containment could cause its appearance, if only in microscopic form. Its behaviour remained inscrutable. On some occasions it interacted with the esoteric discharge, while on others it focused on containment apparatus or pursued no clear goal at all. In no occurrence were on-site personnel able to locate the physical origin point of the pseudopod, and in any case interaction with the anomaly was discouraged due to its unclear motivations and disposition. During a containment breach at Site-43 which nearly killed Dr. Rydderech, SCP-6643 was seen to absorb harmful effluents in the air. This expedited Dr. Rydderech's extraction. Observing researcher Dr. Izaak Okorie speculated: I know how this sounds, but I legitimately do think it was trying to help him. It was snapping this way and that, sucking in the effluvium. The motions of the tentacle were also circulating the air, even though we'd cut the flow off, and that in turn kept the stuff from sinking to the floor where Dr. Rydderech was lying prone. I don't think he would have made it out, had Verne not appeared. I realize we don't make directed use of anomalies, but it almost feels like this is an inbuilt defense mechanism against really harmful mishaps. I won't speculate beyond my security clearance level, of course, but… I wouldn't be surprised to learn we'd developed this thing to help us. This theory received the dubious honour of falsification — the only such case on record — during the single worst disaster in the history of acroamatic abatement. Incident AAF-D-117 at Site-43 in 2002 involved the near-total loss of the Foundation's largest esoteric waste refinery in a cascade overflow scenario. This induced manifestation of the largest attested specimen of SCP-6643, which grasped Junior Researcher Reuben Wirth and pulled him into the breached facility where he presumably met his demise. SCP-6643 during a containment breach at Site-43. Due to the counterchronological material involved in this incident — now classified SCP-5243 — it recurs each calendar year and performs this action again. Dr. Adrijan Zlatá proposed an alternate theory while Site-43's Chief of Applied Occultism in 2005: Maybe we've been going at this all wrong. Maybe it's neither a pre-existing entity nor some inherent component of handling disasters. It might instead be an essophysical embodiment of the concept of catastrophe; a reification of the chaos inherent to such events. It's possible that we'd see it cropping up in disasters of every sort, if more disasters involved esoteric materials. The kind of stuff we work on at AcroAbate might provide all the fuel it needs to manifest, whereas in your bog-standard earthquake or volcano eruption or firestorm, it lurks invisibly at the conceptual threshold. Dr. Zlatá's essentially unfalsifiable suggestion was unpopular with his colleagues, and he was unable to acquire evidence to prove it before his death in an SCP-5243 event in 2015. Though subsequently resurrected in quintuplicate — also in an SCP-5243 event — each iteration of Dr. Zlatá has strenuously declined to further explore anomalies of this nature. In 1995, acroamatic abatement engineer M'buka Rainier conducted a closed experiment in a series of disused refinery tunnels associated with Site-91. Tubing seeded with denatured recondite material — harmless, but resistant to containment within Euclidean geometry — generated the equivalent of an ongoing materials breach to which SCP-6643 immediately responded. The entity explored the tunnels for approximately one hour before vanishing, the only known case where it abandoned its efforts before the situation was fully resolved. SCP-6643 at Site-91. Engineer Rainier was pleased with the results of this experiment: Now we know it definitely wants something, and it's definitely possessed of some form of sentience. Either it's trying to determine whether or not a leak is legitimate, and it took off because this one wasn't; or it's trying to use the leaking material to achieve some obscure purpose, and determined that this slow leak wasn't going to get it there. Sure, it'd be lovely if those weren't diametrically opposed theories, but we take what we can get. Further proposed theories on the origin of SCP-6643 include: Each manifestation is a different appendage for an extradimensional cephalopod or eukaryotic cell; Each manifestation represents the Serpent of the Wanderers' Library reaching into baseline reality, searching for occult knowledge; Each manifestation is the same time-lost entity orienting itself chronologically via events with high concentrations of anachronic particles, as occur in esoteric materials breaches; Each manifestation is the same manifestation, and differences in its activity can be attributed to alterations in the shape of space-time in the interim. Site-43's present Chief of Applied Occultism, Dr. Udo Okorie, made the following remarks at the AAG's annual gala in Vienna on 22 April 2022: I can think of no compelling reason, beyond departmental tradition, to suggest that these occurrences represent sightings of a single persistent entity. I am equally unconvinced that the answer to this conundrum is so narratively appealing as 'they want to help us' or 'it's Cthulhu looking for dinner' or 'it's a wacky time travel thing'. Everyone has their pet explanation, and I'm not innocent; I sometimes like to think that what we're seeing is the anomalous equivalent to carcinization, wherein nature repeatedly attempts to evolve things into crabs. 6643 is just paranature trying, in magic-rich environments, to evolve a spectral octopus. Call it 'tendrilization', if you like. But I have to admit… I'll be more than a little miffed if I turn out to be correct. If that's the explanation we've been waiting for, all these years. Any explanation is going to be something of an anticlimax, isn't it? Unless it's something truly spectacular, and experience tells me that's not often how reality works. Every researcher at the AAG saw this thing, 'Verne', the first time it appeared. That means everyone who's ever worked in AcroAbate has known about it, has thought about it, has wondered where it came from and what it wants. It was an unsolved problem when Rydderech disappeared in '66. It was an unsolved problem when I started back in 2001. It might still be an unsolved problem when I'm gone. If it's not, if we finally figure it out, I'll be ecstatic. It's a puzzle, an enigma, and the scientific process exists to identify, work through, and clear those up wherever possible. If I'm around to see the end to this one, I'll either drink a toast to whoever solved the mystery or take a deep bow myself. And in either case I will nevertheless be very, very deeply, disappointed. 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SCP-6644 | keter | NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Please note that some information contained within this file may be inaccurate, contradictory, or outdated due to recent events. RAISA is currently pending an updated version of this database entry. We apologise for any inconvenience. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA SCP-6644 — Foundationi yiputius Written by OzzyLizard and Jack Waltz Check out OzzyLizard's author page! Check out Jack Waltz's author page! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6644 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site-57 Site Director Dir Ozwald Woods Research Head Dr Jack Walzer Assigned MTF Gamma-44 ("Whistle in the Woods") Assigned Site Site-57 Site Director Dir Ozwald Woods Research Head Dr Jack Walzer Assigned MTF Gamma-44 ("Whistle in the Woods") Figure A: SCP-6644, circa 1987. Special Containment Procedures: All reports or sightings of SCP-6644 are to be investigated by Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 ("Whistle in the Woods").1 Civilian reports are to be discredited and presented as misidentifications or hoaxes and witnesses are to undergo the necessary amnestication protocols. Civilians entering SCP-6644 inhabited areas should be heavily discouraged from collecting wild mushrooms through the use of park/reserve guidelines and media campaigns. Should SCP-6644 be sighted numerous times within a particular area, the nearest Foundation Site is tasked with the investigation, research, and containment efforts (currently of low priority) for SCP-6644. Last Wild Sighting(s): Throughout Tennessee’s forests. Under Site-57's jurisdiction. Description: SCP-6644 is a semi-bipedal humanoid entity known to inhabit woodland across North America. Its physical appearance varies with all sightings, ranging between two to five metres in height. Descriptions of SCP-6644's head vary across appearances, with it being described as resembling both human and non-human animals, suggesting partial shapeshifting abilities. In all cases, SCP-6644 possesses fur and plant matter growing throughout its limbs, shoulders and back, allowing it to effectively camouflage into its environment. The entity also situates itself in a manner causing its body to be obscured in a shadow, thus prompting witnesses to state that the entity possesses a shadowy silhouette-like figure. This mannerism has hindered Foundation efforts to properly document its physical appearance. SCP-6644 can be identified from a distance due to its loud and distinct vocalisations, consisting of howls, shrieks, and clicks. Various videos and audio recordings of these vocalisations exist online where they have already been viewed by millions.2 At close ranges, SCP-6644 vocalisations have been known to cause distortion in audio and video recordings. Such recordings are, however, rare due to a lack of vocalisations during observation of the entity. The entity’s diet is omnivorous, consuming local flora and fauna. Common sustenance includes berries, edible shrubbery, deer, moose and various fungi, however, the entity shows an overwhelming inclination towards mushrooms. This information has been accumulated via collected surveillance footage of forests, which have captured SCP-6644's foraging habits. Figure B: Range of confirmed SCP-6644 sightings. Approximately 90% of all human encounters and attacks are due to an individual being stalked and/or pursued by the entity after they had picked or been in possession of wild mushrooms from the local area. Aside from such occasions, SCP-6644 is known to avoid human contact. Since its recognition, SCP-6644 has been confirmed to be directly responsible for 152 total civilian injuries and 36 confirmed fatalities, in addition to an unknown and undetermined amount of disappearances. SCP-6644 is believed to inhabit the forests of North America based on the locations supplied by civilian sightings and information collected by various task forces. SCP-6644 sightings have been recorded to occur in rapid succession across great distances. This is believed to be due to the undetermined speed at which the entity travels. Addendum 6644.01 INITIAL ANOMALOUS CLASSIFICATION — 1987 SCP-6644 was officially recognised by the Foundation on 19 August 1987. Prior to this, the entity had become established among native folklore, and anomalous classification had been pending since as early as the 1910s. In 1987, SCP-6644 was photographed by Joseph Andersson, a resident of Skamania, OR, USA. A search party comprised of locals had found Mr Andersson unconscious in a nearby forest suffering from a severe cranial injury caused by blunt force trauma. His camera and backpack were found nearby, with the lens cracked and backpack torn. An opened tray seal package was found several meters away, with a label indicating that the package formerly held golden chanterelle mushrooms. He was diagnosed and treated with severe post-traumatic amnesia in addition to life-threatening cranial damage. He was recovered by authorities and hospitalised for his injuries. The photograph of SCP-6644 (see Figure A) was found by his wife, Mrs Andersson, and was reported to the local authorities. It was quickly seized by embedded Foundation agents. The following is an interview with Mrs Andersson made several weeks later. [ACCESS INTERVIEW LOG TRANSCRIPT] [CLOSE] Interviewee: Mrs Agnes Andersson Interviewer: Agent S. Pines Foreword: The following log was conducted on 24/11/1987 within the Andersson residence. Mrs Andersson was told this interview is being conducted for a documentary on North American folklore and legends. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Pines: Good evening Mrs Andersson. Mrs Andersson: Good evening. Agent Pines: Thank you for letting us come into this beautiful home. Now, let's get down to business, shall we? I’m here to talk to you about something we believe is in the woods, near your home. We’ve got some reports of a creature "screaming" and "howling" in the area. Do you have any knowledge of what the cause of these noises may be? Mrs Andersson: Ah, we've, er, had a lot of strange things happen around this area, but yes, I think I do know what you want to hear about. Agent Pines: Yes Mrs Andersson, the creature your husband encountered several months ago… Mrs Andersson remains silent. Agent Pines: Would you be willing to divulge any information into that matter? Mrs Andersson: Yes, of course. We have lots of legends about that creature. It's said to have the power of five men, running all crazy-like in the woods, and never looking the same as the last time it was seen. Agent Pines: Did you believe them? These tales of a monster, dwelling in the forests? Mrs Andersson: Not at first, of course not. They were just local legends [pauses] We call it the Jipute. Agent Pines: What more do they say about this, "Yipootay"? Mrs Andersson: It can smell you from anywhere. Chases the ones who steal from the forest's riches, classic legend stuff. Agent Pines: Would you like to elaborate on your own experiences. Mrs Andersson: Well, it was my Joseph who was most fascinated about it. Would always go out looking for it in the summer. He, um, got a photo of the thing a year back. Agent Pines: Do you have the photograph? Mrs Andersson: Oh no, sadly. It was the last thing Joseph ever took a photograph of, he still hasn't recovered. He was so enthusiastic about photography… but, but after that… incident he won't be able to do it again. That thing was responsible, or whatever was pretending to be it. I, I… [begins crying] Agent Pines: I'm… sorry. I really hope he gets better soon. Mrs Andersson: Oh no, it's, um, I apologise for that tone. It's alright, thank you for your concern. Um, about that photograph, I, unfortunately, don't have a copy of it with me. The police took it for their "investigation." I've been asking to get it back, but all they say is that "it's not in their hands anymore." Damn liars, it's probably stuffed down in some cupboard. Agent Pines: [chuckles lightly] Yes… have you shown the photo to anybody else? Mrs Andersson: Oh no, Joseph hates it when people look at his photos. It's like when you don't wanna show others looking at your sketchbook. They're pretty personal to him, I'm probably the only one who gets to look at them. No one would believe some hairy monster did that to my husband even if I told them anyway… Agent Pines: [nervously chuckles] Do you think it's the Jipute that he caught? Mrs Andersson: Well… how could I not? That damned thing hurt my husband. Do you not believe me? Either that or someone wearing a fur suit of some sort. Agent Pines: It's nothing of that sort, I was just curious. Agent Pines looks at his papers. Agent Pines: Is there anything you've heard, or know of it? Mrs Andersson: You usually hear howls in the forest, very rarely, but I’ve never seen it. No one has from what I know. Everyone else just thinks it's probably some wolf that got caught in a trap, so no one really bothers to look into it. Oh, that reminds me, there's also the saying to not pick mushrooms when we go to the forest… Agent Pines: Why's that? Mrs Andersson: The Jipute really likes its mushrooms. Hoards them in large piles at their nests. Agent Pines: Interesting, is there anything more you can tell us? Mrs Andersson: Nothing else, really. This is a legend after all. Always unnecessarily vague about those damn things. Agent Pines: Alright! Thank you for your time, Mrs Andersson. Again, I hope your husband gets better soon. [pauses] We'll try our best to put everything you said into the documentary, but there's still the risk of the whole project being scrapped [chuckles], I hope you don't mind… Mrs Andersson: [chuckles] Of course… this wasn't much trouble anyway. [END LOG] Afterword: Joseph Andersson later succumbed to his injury on 19 January, 1988. Addendum 6644.02 TESTING LOGS — 1988 Although SCP-6644 is extremely elusive, attempts to test the entity’s nature have been undertaken to some success. The following tests were conducted in the spring of 1988 within Jasper National Park, Canada by Site-52 due to numerous sightings in the area. It should be noted that SCP-6644’s appearance did not alter during the course of this investigation. [ACCESS TEST LOG TRANSCRIPTS] [CLOSE] Test 6644-001 Stimuli: A raw chicken carcass is left in front of the hidden observation room overlooking a small clearing. Results: No reaction elicited. Test 6644-002 Stimuli: One live chicken was placed in front of the observation room. Results: No reaction elicited. [3 LOGS CUT FOR BREVITY] Test 6644-006 Stimuli: 12 Oyster Mushrooms packaged in a tray seal was placed in front of the observation room. The packaging had a tracking chip attached to it. Results: SCP-6644 was sighted 17 minutes after the stimulus was introduced. CCTV footage reveals that SCP-6644 had in fact appeared 5 minutes after introduction, but remained entirely stationary in the nearby tree line before being noticed by researchers. SCP-6644 walked towards the edge of the clearing slowly, in a quadrupedal crouch. Upon reaching the edge of the clearing, SCP-6644 dashed towards the packaging with an approximate speed of twenty metres per second and sprinted away. MTF Gamma-44 later tracked the signal of the chip five kilometres away from the observation room to a den covered by thick foliage, deterring its discovery if not for the chip. Within the cave, Gamma-44 discovered a flattened pile of moss and other vegetation alongside a stone boulder. The packaging was found on the boulder besides eight Oyster Mushrooms and three Portobello Mushrooms. Objects resembling crude stone tools were also found racked beside the slab. The area was given the classification LoI-6644-013 and investigated, but no trace of SCP-6644 was detected. All items found in the cave were confiscated for analysis and the area was under surveillance in the event of SCP-6644's reappearance. [2 LOGS CUT FOR BREVITY] Test 6644-009 Stimuli: One deer carcass was placed in front of the observation room. Results: SCP-6644 was not noticed for six minutes before it was seen staring at the stimulus from a nearby tree line. It did not approach and left the area soon thereafter. Test 6644-010 Stimuli: Identical to Test 6644-006 Results: SCP-6644 was visible behind the tree line and watching the stimuli. After ten minutes passed, SCP-6644 sprinted towards the stimuli at 25 metres per second and fled with it. When MTF Gamma-44 tracked the packaging once more, it was found thrown into a nearby lake. The mushrooms within had been taken. No trace of its or SCP-6644's possible whereabouts was detected on the scene. For note, SCP-6644 was not spotted or detected near LoI-6644-01. [3 LOGS CUT FOR BREVITY] Test 6644-0013 Stimuli: D-4406 Results: D-Class remained in place for 8 minutes. No reaction from SCP-6644 was elicited. [2 LOGS CUT FOR BREVITY] Test 6644-0016 Stimuli: D-4406 Results: D-Class was instructed to patrol the clearing and proceed towards a nearby tree, which had a cluster of Portobello Mushrooms. D-4406 was requested to pick several into a plastic bag and wait for further instructions. 3 minutes pass, and there is no sign of SCP-6644 activity. D-4406 was then instructed to walk away from the patch. When D-4406 begins to walk away with the bag, SCP-6644 rapidly descends from the tree canopy. It grabs the D-Class and pulls him into the leaf cover. Two seconds later D-4406 falls from the tree and fractures their clavicle. D-4406 was recovered without issue and provided amnestic and medical treatment. The bag, empty, was found on top of the tree SCP-6644 descended from, pinned to a branch. [END OF ALL RELEVANT TESTS] Addendum 6644.03 THE "WOODSWALKER" INCIDENT — 1989 On 2 June 1989, a group of 11 hikers entered the Cherokee National Forest of Tennessee during a wilderness camping trip. During a search by park rangers, a derelict camping ground was discovered, belonging to the hikers. Unusual Incidents Unit4 agents implanted in local law enforcement recognised signs of "SCP-6644" involvement and Foundation assistance was requested. At this time, a total of 12 separate "Jipute" sightings were reported by locals. The report was handed to the SCP Foundation upon request and can be accessed below. Said reports have been dealt with by Foundation personnel and an investigation with the UIU has also been concluded. [ACCESS UIU FILE 1985-012] [CLOSE] This file has been willingly given to the SCP Foundation by the United States Unusual Incidents Unit. Initial Report Suspect Description/Capabilities Evidence Bureau Record Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act UIU File 1985-012: Case File "Jipute" (Collaborative investigation with the SCP Foundation) Summary: A humanoid entity currently loose within the forests of North America. Name: "Jipute" Irregularity Cross-reference: humanoid, sapient, unsecured, semi-hostile, fast, shapeshifter, omnivorous, predator Physical Description and Capabilities: A large humanoid creature covered with thick fur and moss with varying appearances. Said reports place the irregularity at a varying height of 5-15 ft.5 Its weight is undetermined but the creature is noted to be large with long limbs, covered with fur/hair and other plant/moss-like matter. It has been said to have a scream-like howl. It is believed to have the ability to shapeshift, noted to run at speeds of 35 mph,6 and distort footage on recording devices when vocalising with howls and other noises. Purpose/Motive: Unknown/survival. Modus Operandi: Unknown. Behavior: A proper analysis of its behaviour could not be conducted as of yet due to the speed at which it moves. It is noted however to be highly alert while foraging. Joint "Jipute" Investigation: At approximately 02:00 hours on 05/06/1989, the first of several Jipute sightings would be reported by residents of rural Tennessee. These reports occurred up to winter of the same year and consisted of "terrible screeching" from the park’s woodland. The UIU and SCP Foundation's investigations confirmed signs of Jipute (known to the SCP Foundation as "SCP-6644") activity including, but not limited to: Traces of carcasses of medium/large fauna; deer, elk, etc. Humanoid footprints with a depth and size indicating running speed surpassing that of an average human. Significant decrease in local fungus populations. Among other concerns, reports of a camping group consisting of 11 semi-professional hikers disappearing prompted a search and investigation by UIU agents. Foundation involvement was soon requested to maintain "Jipute" secrecy with their resources. The hikers’ campsite was located, derelict, on 06/19/1989. The following is an abridged description of video footage found on a camcorder at the scene, recovered upon investigation of their camp. <June 2> Primary subject, yet to be identified, is seen introducing the camera to their camp. All 11 members of the trip greet the camera. The subject seems to be recording with the intent of documenting the trip. <June 4> Footage opens in what is presumably morning. Subject: Well dang, we’ve been raided. The camp seems to be covered in toppled bags. The camera cuts to the screen of a laptop displaying the recorded footage of a trail camera. It depicts a group of raccoons scavenging food from the hikers’ bags at night. The subject remarks on Joey’s good decision to bring trail cams. Subject: [chuckles] Gotta watch out for the wildlife here. <June 8> Camera opens to the subject crouched down at a deer carcass. Subject: Hi! Just thought I’d show off this kill, took down this thing with my rifle, it’ll taste good on the barbecue tonight. Um, we’ve… The subject pauses and glares towards something off-camera. The subject takes the camera and his rifle into a nearby clearing. Subject: Hmm, I swear I saw something move. Oh? Well lookie here, guess someone else has caught their dinner too! [points towards the ground, a large stain of blood is visible on the forest floor] I’d guess maybe a bear got to it or something. Nearby Colleague: Er, but there aren't any bears in this part of the forest? <June 10> A video of the subject heating water and placing his colleague’s left hand into it. <June 11> Subject is in the forest and notably euphoric. Subject: Look what I found! [displays a mushroom with a blue cap to the camera] There’s a ton of these mushrooms around our camp, they’ll go real nice with that deer I caught yester— [a violent screaming is audible from the nearby woods and slight camera distortion is evident on the footage] Screeching continues for 40 seconds. Subject: [chuckles] Oh man… I must've had too much. [laughs] The subject throws the mushroom towards a tree before running back towards camp] <June 13> Footage of a helicopter flying overhead. All campers wave at the craft happily as it flies past. "G-44" is visible on its fuselage. At this time, SCP Foundation Task Force Gamma-44 was surveying the area due to "SCP-6644" reports. <June 14> The subject is crouched over the forest floor, wherein they discover a small, heavily rusted, brooch depicting the letters "CTMAF" with an illustration of an mushroom. The subject remarks on it being "at least decades old" and throws it into the distance. <June 15> Subject: [groans heavily] Guess what I’ve woken up to again. Subject turns the camera to the centre of camp, which has a torn bag present. Subject: The raccoon strikes back. Joey says he’s gonna kill them rats next time they come. <June 16> Miscellaneous compilation of an individual picking various fungi species. With an enhanced version of the footage, the "Jipute" can be seen stalking the subject in the distance at numerous points in the footage. It is seen in the background on at least 12 occasions. Subject: Woah, hey, um, you see that Joe? [points towards the entity] Nearby Colleague: Hmm? The entity is observed in the distant shrubbery. It hides behind a tree when pointed at. Subject: What the h— Nearby Colleague: Did you bring the rifle? Subject: Er, no. Nearby Colleague: Go get it, or the spray, maybe it’s a bear. The subject runs back to camp. <June 17> Subject: Joey's missing. We don’t know where he went yesterday. Hopefully, he’s just joking around but we’re getting concerned. He’s already been gone for like, three hours. <June 17> The subject is in the middle of the forest. Subject: [shouting] JOEY! JOEEEY! Other voices are also audible in the background. A still frame of the footage during this search is added below. [Figure C:] Still frame of the footage showing the entity. <June 17> Subject: Hey guys, I think I found Joey’s— The entity is seen in the distance. Nearby Colleagues: [Pause] Subject: Is that a person? Nearby Colleague: But their arms… Nearby Colleague: Gimme the gun. A single gunshot is heard and loud screeching is audible in the distance. This was the last recording on the recovered device. [Figure D:] The unknown symbol found on the stone slab. The hikers’ remains were not recovered from the site, though a recently inhabited den7 was found nearby the campsite. It was well hidden from view and detection, only found by Foundation Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 upon their sweep of the area.8 Within the den were many man-made objects and items, presumably from the camp, alongside other items such as mushrooms. Among these items was a stone slab with an unknown glyph painted upon it. Current Status: The UIU is currently not holding the irregularity. Crimes: N/A Sentencing: N/A History of UIU Action: No action against the irregularity is currently possible due to its nature. The SCP Foundation is currently in-charge of dealing with the disruption it causes among civilians. Addendum 6644.04 CAPTURE ATTEMPT — 2020 On 01/12/2020, following a mass of reports regarding SCP-6644 activity within Cherokee National Forest, MTF Gamma-44 was dispatched to investigate and SCP-6644 research was put into the hands of Site-57. On this occasion, the task force was supplied with additional resources in order to attempt capture of SCP-6644. This mission was unanimously agreed upon by Director Woods, Dr Walzer and the research team assigned to SCP-6644 due to the growing use of videography technology among civilians and the potential for widespread disruption. Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 was permitted to collaborate with MTF Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”)9 to attempt incarceration. The following is a log of the attempted containment operation. [ACCESS CAPTURE OPERATION ALPHA] [CLOSE] Date: 01-12-2020 Tue Task Force(s): Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 ("Whistle in the Woods") and Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”). Objective: Capture and contain SCP-6644. [BEGIN LOG] 12:00: Gamma-44 scouts the forest from the ground while Nu-7 observes the forest aerially with helicopters. 51 operatives, 5 armoured vehicles and 3 helicopter units are mobilised and prepared to apprehend SCP-6644. 13:05: Nu-7 gains visual contact of SCP-6644 traversing above the upper tree canopy. It observes the helicopters and dives down below the emergent foliage. Gamma-44 is notified and heads towards the location. 13:40: Gamma-44 notices SCP-6644 concealing itself among the foliage and fires taser rifle rounds at it. One hits successfully and SCP-6644 vocalises in distress. It climbs away in the opposite direction at speeds surpassing 25 m/s. Nu-7 follows it southwest. 13:45: SCP-6644 notices the aircraft and descends. Nu-7 loses sight. 13:47: Gamma-44, following behind Nu-7, is ambushed by SCP-6644. The entity throws three boulders at the approaching Gamma-44 and six operatives are wounded. Gamma-44 engages the entity but lose sight of it shortly thereafter. Medical personnel stationed at a distance extract the wounded. 13:50: Nu-7 begins firing on the forest below to elicit a reaction from SCP-6644. A boulder is thrown at a helicopter but was avoided by its premature fall. Gamma-44 is informed of the entity's location. The suspected area is surrounded. 14:18: Nu-7 spots SCP-6644. Gamma-44 and Nu-7 are currently in a position wherein they are able to intercept the entity. 14:25: As Gamma-44 advances, SCP-6644 runs towards the southwestern flank and charges the line of operatives, three are wounded. Both forces open fire with rubber bullets and tranquilliser darts, with many striking the entity directly. SCP-6644 stumbles multiple times, though continues moving at a steady speed of 30 m/s southwest and is forced to exit the forest. Its velocity rapidly increased to exceed 60 m/s soon after, a speed previously undisplayed by the entity. 14:30: All assets focus fire on the entity in an attempt to slow or hinder its movement, though its velocity and erratic movements make this challenging. Helicopter and vehicular units are utilised in order to force SCP-6644 away from populated areas. 14:35: A ranger's cabin is in SCP-6644's path. Due to being flanked on both sides, SCP-6644 rams into the building, destroying it in the process. It briefly stumbles but grabs two logs while colliding with the cabin. One is thrown at the helicopter flying the lowest to the ground. It misses its target and SCP-6644 throws the other. The second log hits the primary rotors and the helicopter unit plummets. One pilot was killed in the fall and five more operatives onboard were severely wounded. 14:40: SCP-6644 was driven towards the Smoky Mountains and is rounded into a horseshoe-shaped rock formation wherein all agents and aerial units can prevent the entity’s escape. SCP-6644 stops in the centre of the large empty clearing. All remaining operatives have firearms drawn to the entity, the rock formation’s entrance is blocked by five heavy vehicles and the two remaining helicopters hover just above the clearing. SCP-6644 releases a vocalisation upon being surrounded before it falls silent. Agents move in and prepare to sedate the entity when a violent scream is heard from the mountains. Two entities, with a great resemblance to SCP-6644, break the above treeline at 65 m/s and collide with the helicopters, devastating their fuselages and causing both to plummet and crash a distance away. Five out of eleven personnel on board are killed in the fall. All operatives open fire on the new instances. The larger of the pair quickly flips one of the armoured vehicles and drags it towards the entrance of the formation to shield the original instance. The other assists SCP-6644 to stand, who stumbles and falls. It then picks SCP-6644 up and puts it over its shoulders before signalling to the other instance. It promptly responds by lifting the armoured vehicle and throwing it in the agents' direction and quickly scale the rock formation. Agent Lee, later awarded for her actions, took the initiative and fired a GPS tracking bullet at SCP-6644, which was embedded into its lower abdomen. All three instances successfully escape into the woodland and evade capture. [END LOG] The operation was promptly ended at this point due to the casualties incurred. SCP-6644 was tracked heading northwest but 3,100 kilometres into the journey the tracking device implanted into SCP-6644 remained unusually stationary, most likely indicating that the SCP-6644 instance had successfully dislodged it from its body. Their whereabouts are unknown but their presumed destination appears to be North Cascades National Park, 3,444 kilometres away from the Smoky Mountains,10 based on the entity's direction of movement. Researchers have now noted the possibility of SCP-6644 being a group of sapient organisms spread throughout North America. This theory explains many of the unknown aspects currently involved with the means of its travel throughout the continent, its presumed shapeshifting abilities and other anomalous traits. These developments are currently being investigated. The following is a transcript of Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 and Nu-7 approaching the site for investigation and a second attempt to capture SCP-6644. This time, the use of lethal force was permitted if necessary. [ACCESS CAPTURE OPERATION BETA] [CLOSE] Date: 06-12-2020 Sun Task Force(s): Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 ("Whistle in the Woods") and Nu-7 (“Hammer Down”). Objective: Capture and contain SCP-6644. [BEGIN LOG] 14:00: All ground squads mobilise throughout the southern region of the North Cascades National Park and it is closed to civilians. Aerial surveillance is kept to a minimum as not to alert the SCP-6644 entities. All forces take defensive positions whilst concealed from view to detect and ambush the SCP-6644 instances. 14:30: The three entities arrive at the national park. The largest was carrying the original SCP-6644 instance, which seemed to have healed slightly and possessed a crudely constructed medical splint around its lower left leg. They head further into the forest in a straight path, possibly indicating that they are travelling to a predetermined location. 14:40: The instances are tracked further into the forest using satellites and are noted to have slowed down considerably since entering the national park. The two entities attempt to help the other limp on its own, though it simply collapses upon letting go of the larger entity. They continue moving northwest. 14:55: All instances reach the Western boundary of North Cascades National Park. They stop approximately fifteen kilometres away from the town of Maple Falls. No activity is detected by satellites due to the forested nature of the area for ten minutes and the task forces prepare to converge on their location. 15:05: Teams reach the area. It is a small clearing, surrounded by dense forest and small boulders. There is a large overhanging rock to its northern side that is coated in a thick layer of moss. The ground was now considerably eroded over a large area indicating that the area is walked over often, though it does not fall on any public footpaths. Teams watch from the tree line as the three instances stand in front of an unnaturally shaped stone underneath the overhang. For investigational purposes, the task forces are informed not to engage and only observe the entities. Leaving the original and larger SCP-6644 instance behind, the entity walks towards the boulder and makes a series of unsynced knocks on the boulder. It then stood in front of the rock for approximately a minute before turning towards the larger instance and making an unidentified gesture. The large instance made a complex groan-like noise and placed the original on the floor before heading towards the rock. Methodically, it made a series of knocks on the boulder and ran back to pick up the first instance. With a small yelp, it walks towards the rock with the assistance of the other instance. A few minutes pass and a grinding noise is heard from the inside of the boulder. It then starts shifting to the right, opening up to a crevice. The interior is not visible but the three instances manage to fit through. The boulder begins to move back to the left but suddenly stops with a loud creaking noice. A loud groan is heard from within the cave and an SCP-6644 instance, distinctly dissimilar to the first three, walks out of the hole and begins to inspect the rock from its right. It presses down to the floor and investigates the bottom of the boulder with its arms. Task forces are given the order to head forward and sedate the new entity. Snipers ready themselves to fire tranquilliser darts11 at the instance and a squad of Gamma-44 operatives quietly approach the entity. They are noticed and snipers fire at it, preventing the instance from alerting any others within the cave. It yelps and in a sluggish motion and attempts to attack the approaching agents. They knock it down to the floor and restrain the entity. Emergency extraction personnel retrieve the SCP-6644 instance and additional bounds are placed as a safety measure. It is quickly transported to Site-38, escorted by several Nu-7 vehicles. 15:20: The task forces are given the green to head into the cave and they equip their night vision gear. Immediately following entry, the advance team note a complex, though crudely built, pulley system behind the boulder, possibly the means used to close and open the entrance to the cave. It appears old as much of the materials used to build the mechanism were visibly rotting and had moss growing on their surface. They head forward through a small cramped tunnel. After two minutes of travel, noises indicating a large commotion is caught by the force. With defensive positions to engage multiple entities, the task force moves into the expansive interior of the cave. More than a dozen of these instances are seen through the body cameras, alongside the three original instances, and they scream and howl after seeing the operatives. In a panic, they fire upon the entities who run and limp deeper into the cave. The task force is advised to not engage unless explicitly attacked. They follow behind the running instances. The largest area of the cave is reached and all the instances are huddled near the walls, kneeling and pounding their arms on the floor, while throwing mushrooms, of which there were mounds throughout the cave, at the task force operatives. Containment specialists immediately deploy an incapacitating aerosol agent in the enclosed cave and the 32 sedated entities are quickly transported to a pre-developed indoor containment area at Site-38. It was noted by the operatives that a mural was located on the wall and ceiling next to which the SCP-6644 instances were huddled next to. [END LOG] Analysis of this mural reveals it to be made of natural paints. It depicts the following: A drawn icon of the logo for a late 1800s company, “Curley's Truffles, Mushrooms and Assorted Fungi” (now defunct, entering bankruptcy in 1916), and now known as GoI-7755. Humanoids resembling SCP-6644 instances, apparently deceased. Humanoids wielding sticks, presumably rifles as their ends are depicted to having a bright burst. Reading the artwork from left to right seems to detail a potential point of origin for the species’ behaviour. The Department of Anomalous Archaeology, joined with the investigation of GoI-7755’s business files and other sources of information, were able to give the following interpretation of the mural: [ … ] The Jipute had been a species thriving in the North American wilderness for numerous millennia, having developed a nomadic lifestyle, travelling separately or in small groups. Living primarily on foraging, their main food source was fungi and this became an inherent part of their diet and culture. Native Americans were aware of their existence, though they both maintained neutral respect and mostly avoided contact with one another. When European settlers first discovered the Americas, they likely heard stories of the beasts in the forests and wanted to hunt them as trophies, though their weapons and rifles were not strong enough to harm a Jipute. Over the years, the species’ existence was disregarded and circulated as myth or fiction, thus going unnoticed. In the late 1800s, Curley's Truffles, Mushrooms and Assorted Fungi was founded and soon experienced rapid growth due to the vast resources available in America’s woodland. It took a few years before they encountered the first SCP-6644 instance. While the exact details of this event are unknown, it is presumed that the incident resulted in a conflict between the two groups. The business soon saw a drop in income as they approached Jipute territory due to their inhabitation of many damper forests, thus being active in areas with high fungal stimulation. Curley's Truffles realised this and commissioned assistance from a newly developing arms dealer for access to more powerful weaponry. This marked the downfall of the Jipute’s dominion over the North American wilds. High-ranking members of Curley's Truffles would often organise hunting and extermination parties, operating secretly from authorities and the public. The company efficiently hunted the species and fought for the forest’s valuable resources. In about 18 months, the Jiputes’ population had been reduced to just a few tribes in the North of the continent and some coastal areas. Fearing further purging, one tribe began to forfeit their collected mushrooms to Curley's Truffles, a practice later adopted by all remaining tribes. This would be undertaken by one tribe in what would eventually become part of North Cascades National Park. A trough outside a cave would be filled in order to signal that their annual harvest was complete. Once a year, the company would come to the location and all Jipute tribes would turn over collected resources. If the harvest was unsatisfactory, the tribe would be culled. Jiputes that refused to give up their harvests were either killed or used as manual labour. One year, Curley's Truffles failed to arrive and collect their assets, presumed to be around 1916, following the introduction of the National Park Service which would have made the company’s business activities unviable. They now worship the late company as if it were a deity. [ … ] Although the mural ends at this point, the entities still assumedly hoard and bring mushrooms in fear of GoI-7755’s return. This cave was labelled LoI-6644-03 as the hub for a Jipute tribe. The captured SCP-6644 instances, transferred to Site-38, were treated for any injuries, though they initially displayed great distrust towards the Foundation, and kept in their containment area while Site-57 deliberates over the next course of action to be taken moving forward. Addendum 6644.05 UPDATES — 2021 Following the capture of an entire tribe, the Cryptozoology Division classified the species with the binomial nomenclature Foundationi yiputius and kept all instances contained in their designated indoor containment area. However, an alteration to this containment procedure was requested by the Ethics Committee. Committee member William Curley proposed that the cave and surrounding area be converted to a large outdoors containment zone for the SCP-6644 population. This proposal won with a majority vote and the necessary approaches were undertaken to facilitate it. The Foundation managed to earn the tribe's trust and establish good relations while cryptozoologists and linguists worked in tandem to decipher the language utilised by the species and to teach them sign language. With their success, an agreement was made that all remaining SCP-6644 instances would live exclusively within an allotted area with no limitations, provided they keep their existence allusive. Figure E: An aerial shot of Howling Woods Nature Reserve. The sanctuary for the remaining SCP-6644 instances finished development on 15 November 2021. It consists of a 300 square kilometre exclusion zone around LoI-6644-03, now known as the Howling Woods Nature Reserve, and all captured instances were released into the park. Civilians are not permitted within and guards patrol its surroundings. Bimonthly investigations of the tribe will be taken to ensure their growing health and signs of a growing population. Supplies will be delivered to the population until they become self-sufficient with their farming efforts and any additional assistance requested may be granted to the population. Presently, Howling Woods Reserve is home to 38 individual members of the species. Efforts to locate other tribes and SCP-6644 instances to direct them towards the exclusion zone built or establish another are currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. MTF Gamma-44 specialise in operations involving heavily forested environments and tracking targets in such areas. 2. See “strange unknown noise caught on video”, such videos have been deemed unnecessary for removal, due to caution of arousing suspicion. 3. An abbreviation for Location of Interest. 4. The Unusual Incidents Unit is a division of the FBI specialising in extranormal threats. 5. 1.5-4.5 metres when converted. 6. 56 kmph when converted. 7. Extremely similar to that found at LoI-6644-01. 8. The location was later designated as LoI-6644-02. 9. Mobile Task Force Nu-7 is a battalion-strength force consisting of three company-sized elements of special operations infantry forces, a lightly armoured vehicle company, helicopter squadron, and support personnel. 10. Research efforts have not been handed down to Site-38, nearest to the park. Site-57 states that they wish to proceed with the SCP-6644 research and capture attempt but will accept Site-38's assistance if operations are successful. 11. The darts used were modified to be extremely potent compared to ones used in the previous operation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6644" by OzzyLizard and Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6644. 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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Item#: SCP-6645 Level2 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo File photo of Rs. David Kobolsky, prior to SCP classification. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Investigation into the nature of Incident 6645-1 is ongoing. At this time, SCP-6645 is currently held within a standard humanoid containment chamber in Site-43. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6645 is the temporary designation given to Foundation Junior Researcher David Kobolsky, of the Memetics and Countermemetics Section of Site-43. SCP-6645 received his SCP designation following an anomalous event that occurred on the 9th of September, 2018, hereafter designated as Incident 6645-1. ADDENDUM 6645.1: Video Log The following is a transcription of the incident that transpired in the fourth sublevel Habitation and Sustenance Section cafeteria: <Begin Log> Multiple Foundation personnel can be seen eating trays of food and socializing with one another in the cafeteria. A researcher, Dr. Gerald Kimmel, is seen sitting and conversing with other individuals, a plastic food container filled with pasta visible in front of him. The doors to the cafeteria open, as Researcher Kobolsky enters. He proceeds to walk toward a nearby vending machine. Though, he spots Dr. Kimmel and waves to him. Dr. Kimmel sees this and waves back, before motioning to an empty seat beside him. Researcher Kobolsky proceeds to go over to the table where Dr. Kimmel is sitting. He pats the latter's back and briefly glances at his shirt, which is grey in color with red embellishments visible. Rs. Kobolsky: Hey, Floyd. New shirt? Dr. Kimmel: (looks down) Uhh, yeah! Just got it yesterday at Target. Rs. Kobolsky: Nice! I really dig it. Looks totally fire. Dr. Kimmel: Thanks, man. I appreciate- Dr. Kimmel's shirt suddenly bursts into flames. He screams as he attempts to take it off, falling to the ground in the process. Agent Zayn Williams, who was nearby, takes off his jacket and quickly tries to extinguish the fire. He eventually succeeds, and orders Researcher Kobolsky to immediately call on-site security. <End Log> When security finally arrived, they promptly rushed Dr. Gerald Kimmel to the Health and Pathology Infirmary, where he was fortunately treated with only minor burns on his arms and torso. Footage of the incident was recovered, and Researcher Kobolsky was taken in for questioning. At this point, he was classified as SCP-6645. ADDENDUM 6645.2: Interview Log The following is a transcription of an interview between SCP-6645 and Dr. Fitzgerald Benedict regarding the exact nature of the above incident: <Begin Log> SCP-6645 can be seen sitting alone in the interview. He is uncomfortable and nervous, constantly fidgeting his fingers. He jumps slightly in his seat at the sound of Dr. Benedict opening the door and entering the interview room. The latter sits down in front of SCP-6645 and takes out a notepad from his person. Dr. Benedict: Hello, David. How're you doing today? SCP-6645: Can I just quickly say something? Dr. Benedict: Well, I- SCP-6645: I don't know what the fuck happened to Kimmel, okay? I just talked to him about how nice his shirt was and next thing you know it somehow caught fire and he fell down screaming and Sierra was there and he told me to call the security guys and I'm like just standing there like a stupid- Dr. Benedict: Okay! Slow down there, Dave. Take some deep breaths, alright? SCP-6645 breathes slowly and nods. SCP-6645: Okay. Dr. Benedict: How about you walk me through this slowly? Can you do that for me? SCP-6645: Yeah, okay. I can do that. (breathes) So, I uhhh… woke up, from my personal quarters, and I got myself ready for work. Dr. Benedict: Okay, go on. SCP-6645: I went to the H&P cafeteria for…uhhh breakfast. I heard they were serving chocolate waffles today so I was excited and stuff. (clears throat) Dr. Benedict: You're doing good. Please continue. SCP-6645: I was about to go buy myself a drink or something from the vending machine there when I saw Kimmel. He saw me and signaled me to sit next to him. I noticed that he had a new T-shirt on so I asked him about it. Dr. Benedict: And then what happened? SCP-6645: I said it looked kinda lit. Dr. Benedict: What does that me- A loud distant screaming and the sound of a nearby fire alarm are heard outside the interview room. SCP-6645 covers his mouth and looks at Dr. Benedict in shock. <End Log> It was discovered that, while in the Infirmary, the medical gown worn by Dr. Kimmel had spontaneously burst into flames. Agent Williams, who was overseeing Dr. Kimmel at the time, was able to grab a nearby fire extinguisher and quickly blow out the fire. Medical personnel was able to tend Dr. Kimmel, though he sustained major burns all throughout his torso. In light of this recent incident, SCP-6645 has been transported to a more secure and soundproof containment chamber. Research and testing are ongoing Transferral to a suitable holding facility are pending. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6645" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6645. 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: kobolsky.jpg Name: Leslie Odom Jr. Philanthropy Summit 2016 02.30 (cropped) Author Warren Elgort License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6646 | keter | ATTENTION: This file contains information that is completely true, and various Infohazards may occur within certain viewers of this file, as reported by several Level 4 Personnel. If you feel affected, please contact a medical professional immediately. Item #: 6646 Clearance Level: 4 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the current widespread reach of SCP-6646's effect on various Foundation personnel and its rise in contamination, there are no conceivable containment procedures possible until a remedy to counter these effects have been created and distributed to all active Foundation personnel. Description: SCP-6646 is a phenomenon that affects most personnel and superiors within the Foundation to hold false memories of reportedly a "Foundation employee" known as "Kilroy".1 Those affected can specifically recall a moment in time in which the affected subject makes some form of verbal or non-verbal contact with SCP-6646-1 whether it be in passing or directly. SCP-6646 will usually alter a specific memory to insert SCP-6646-1 into a random Foundation-related scenario that the subject witnessed or experienced. Upon this stage in the cognitive contamination, the subject will begin to fail most, if not all tasks and missions given to them that revolve around the main goals of the Foundation. Such as containment, combat, and other actions in favor of the Foundation as a whole. These can range from unexplainable mistakes at the hands of personnel, coincidences allowing an unfortunate event to occur during crucial junctures, and undesired outcomes.2 Amnestics have failed to remove these memories entirely. The following excerpt from SCP-6646 experimentation in 2017 illustrates this phenomenon. Test One (1) Subject SCP-6646 Protocol D-1997 was chosen for this test when recalled hearing of "Kilroy" in passing. Afterward, D-1997 was instructed to use a set of controls that maintained a "prop room" of an empty containment cell containing an inanimate mannequin. D-1997 beforehand was trained to operate the room with ease. Results D-1997 successfully "contained" the mannequin by following practiced "containment procedures". Test Two (2) Subject SCP-6646 Protocol D-1997 was instructed to operate the same set of controls that maintained SCP-173's3 containment chamber. Results D-1997 enacted practiced procedures, however, the containment chamber's door control system experienced a functionality error. Seconds later, a temporary power outage occurs specifically affecting the control room and containment chamber allowing SCP-173 to move to the other room. It was quickly re-contained and D-1997 did not face penal charges. Multiple tests similar to this were conducted at different dates and locations within the Foundation, with unwanted incidents occurring eight out of ten times. SCP-6646-1 was a humanoid entity resembling an adult male of Cypriot descent. After an unexplained event in Nicosia, Cyprus in 2003, SCP-6646-1 gained different anomalous abilities that garnered Foundation attention. SCP-6646-1 was taken to Site-99 in North Macedonia in the same year where it would be subject to hundreds of destructive and otherwise harmful research experiments before its sudden neutralization in 2009. During this period of time, SCP-6646-1 underwent a physical change in which its facial features had become warped. These deformities made its facial structure sensitive to contact with oxygen, leading it to wear a leather padded mask shaped around its disfigured face at the time. SCP-6646-1 (left) being commanded by researcher Fairweather (right). However, SCP-6646-1 does not display this appearance in personnel's memories. Rather, appears as an un-warped human donning various Foundation equipment depending on the scenario of the time frame it inserts itself into. Addendum: Site-99 and history of SCP-6646-1. Site-99 was an American-operated standard humanoid/object containment site in Skopje, North Macedonia before being decommissioned by the Foundation entirely due to its unorthodox procedures and ethics in 2014. The now-deserted Site-99. Photo was taken in 2022. Before its closure, Site-99 mainly operated as an anomalous item and humanoid containment site that was known at the time for its rigorous experimentation on its contained objects. The following is the original iteration of SCP-6646-1 written in 2008. Please disregard the excessive use of █, as the article in its time was written before the Foundation Redaction Reform.4 Item #: TBD Special Containment Procedures: SCP-TBD is to be contained in an average humanoid containment cell in Site-99. Any interviews with SCP-TBD must be consulted with Dr. ████ beforehand. Description: SCP-TBD is a humanoid entity recovered in ███████, ██████5 of ███████ ██6 who refers to itself as "Kilroy". Due to the copious amounts of experimentation SCP-TBD has experienced at the time of writing, it has been forced to don a leather mask covering its head to protect it from exposure to oxygen and benign physical contact. SCP-TBD exhibits an anomalous ability in which it slowly regenerates its body mass no matter the extent of the injury. It is noted that SCP-TBD endures severe pain throughout this process until its end. Please see the experimentation log for additional details. The following is an attached interview from the Site-99 archives. All █ have been manually removed due to the excessive amounts displayed. SCP-TBD interview, Site-99, 2003. Consultant: Doctor Harvey Walls, Head Researcher SCP Item: SCP-TBD January 27th, 7:20 am [BEGIN LOG] Doctor Walls stands outside of SCP-TBD's cell room as the two armed guards accompanying him open the cell door. Dr. Walls enters once the cell door completely widens. SCP-TBD scrambles to the end of the wall, cowering with its arms covering the back of its head. Dr. Walls: Please, stand up and look at me. I'm not going to hurt you. SCP-TBD slowly stands up and faces Dr. Walls, hesitantly facing him. It is noted that SCP-TBD does not don a leather-padded mask at this time. SCP-TBD: Where am I? Dr. Walls: That's not important. What's important is who you are- SCP-TBD: I have a fucking family, dipshit! You can't do this to me- Dr. Walls: Yes, we can- SCP-TBD attempts to run past Dr. Walls before being grabbed by the two guards outside the doorway. Dr. Walls: The hell?! SCP-TBD: Get the fuck off of me! Please! I-I have a family! I… I have… I… SCP-TBD begins to weep. Dr. Walls approaches him. Dr. Walls: Try something like that again or this will get worse for you, got it? SCP-TBD begins to cough. SCP-TBD: What the hell are you guys, the CIA?! Dr. Walls: Kind of. Tell us about yourself, and we won't have to force you to do it. SCP-TBD: Never. Dr. Walls: Okay then. Let's take him somewhere more secluded, shall we? Dr. Walls and SCP-TBD are led into an interrogation room, where SCP-TBD and Dr. Walls are sat apart from each other. A guard hands Dr. Walls a folder that contains information regarding SCP-TBD. Dr. Walls: Listen, we ain't here to make you and your family disappear. What we want is to know a little about how you got yourself in this shape. SCP-TBD: Fuck you. Dr. Walls: Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear. SCP-TBD chuckles before coughing again. SCP-TBD: Why should I tell you anything? All you've done since I've gotten here has been cutting my damn hands and feet off when putting me to sleep! Dr. Walls: And you regrew them with ease. Dr. Walls begin to walk around the room while speaking to SCP-TBD. Dr. Walls: What did you say your name was? SCP-TBD: John. Dr. Walls: Incorrect. It's Otto Kilroy. SCP-TBD: Shit. Dr. Walls: And you live in Nicosia, Cyprus. Yes? SCP-TBD: (Sigh). Yes. Dr. Walls: With your family, Eliza, Gabe, and Adam Kilroy. Correct? SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Walls: I'll take that as a yes. And you own a grocery store, too? SCP-TBD: Sure. Yeah. Why are you telling me this? Dr. Walls: To prove to you that this isn't about your outside life. But about your abilities. SCP-TBD: I don't know what you're talking about. Dr. Walls: There's no point in lying, Otto. We already did some tests on your skin tissue. You are officially the real Wolverine. SCP-TBD: Yay. Now what? Do I get to star in a fucking comic book? Dr. Walls: Unfortunately not. What you do get to star in is a few experiments. That's all. After that, we'll let you go. SCP-TBD looks up again with renewed interest. SCP-TBD: You promise? Dr. Walls: Yeah, sure. Just a few experiments. Just a few. SCP-TBD is silent for a moment. SCP-TBD: You'll do them when I'm sedated, right? Dr. Walls: Course we will. What do you think this is, Frankenstein's Lab? We ain't that evil. A moment of silence. SCP-TBD: Fine. As long as I'm able to get back to my family. Dr. Walls: Glad to hear. (He looks to the guards in the room with him). Take him back to his cell, now. The armed guards pick up SCP-TBD and escort it back to its cell. Dr. Fairweather enters with a cup of coffee. Dr. Fairweather: Interrogations this early in the morning, huh? Dr. Walls: Yup. TBD here tried to play the whole "tough movie guy who resists the interrogation" type of deal. But I quickly shut that crap down. Dr. Fairweather: (Chuckle). I bet you did. Say, are you really going to let him go when we're done with him? Dr. Walls: Course not. That's what we call "false hope". There's no other option. We need to find out more about this "regeneration" because it doesn't seem like TBD knows much about it either. Dr. Fairweather: What are we going to do with him anyway? I bet there's a lot we could do with our very own "Invincible Man". Dr. Walls: I was hoping we could make him into our very own Robocop, but we'll see what happens. Dr. Fairweather: I hope we do. [END LOG] Recovered Site-99 experimentation records reveal hundreds of SCP-6646-1 experimentation logs with questionable ethics behind them. Below are several of the hundreds of experiments performed on SCP-6646-1. SCP-TBD Experimentation Records, Site-99, 2004. Teeth and Fingernails Experiment Supervised by Doctor Jack Danforth 11:34 pm: SCP-TBD was sedated before being laid on a surgical bed. Several researchers slowly, but quickly remove SCP-TBD's fingernails, toenails, and teeth before beginning observations. Within two hours, all removed fingernails, toenails, and teeth grew back to their previous forms before the surgery. 2:14 am: SCP-TBD upon waking reported severe pain within its mouth, fingers, and toes. This pain lasted for a single hour. Addendum: Similar experiments have been operated on SCP-TBD since. Experiments were done whilst SCP-TBD was sedated. Researcher's comment: "What we expected, yet fascinating." —Doctor Jack Danforth. SCP-TBD Experimentation Records, Site-99, 2004. Skin Experiment Supervised by Doctor Sabrina Hill 2:21 pm: SCP-TBD was sedated before being laid on a surgical bed. Its skin was slowly but swiftly peeled off before observations began. Its skin had grown back within a period of one and a half hours. 4:15 pm: SCP-TBD upon waking reported that its skin felt as if it were "on fire" before ending less than an hour later. Addendum: It has been confirmed that SCP-TBD's skin is capable of regeneration faster than other parts of its body. Researcher's comment: "Take off the sedation for the remainder of experimentation." -Doctor Hector Gorbachev, Head of Site-99. SCP-TBD Experimentation Records, Site-99, 2004. Skin, Teeth, Toenail, and Fingernail Experiment. Supervised by Doctor Hector Gorbachev 11:54 am: SCP-TBD is forcefully laid on a surgical bed once realizing that it will not be sedated. SCP-TBD is restained by a series of metal bands before its teeth, fingernails, and toenails are quickly removed from its body before observations begin. They regenerate after a period of ten minutes, although causes SCP-TBD excruciating pain. 12:06 pm: After observations are complete, SCP-TBD is forcefully placed into another surgical bed to have its skin swiftly removed to begin the regeneration process. Upon the removal of skin, SCP-TBD screams incoherently before its skin reappears after one minute. Pain endures for thirty minutes. Addendum: An Intracy between SCP-TBD and Site-99 personnel occurred sometime after this experiment. Please refer to the attached file for additional information. Researcher's comment: "Regeneration appears to be much faster if SCP-TBD isn't sedated. Requesting that further experimentation is done without SCP-TBD's sedation as Dr. Gorbachev said". —Doctor Lilly Miller. SCP-TBD incident, Site-99, 2004. May 10th, 7:20 pm [BEGIN LOG] SCP-TBD is being escorted by armed guards back to its cell after another series of experiments. Dr. Walls is seen passing by before SCP-TBD pushes against the armed guards and tackles Dr. Walls with its hands cuffed. SCP-TBD begins to scream at Dr. Walls whilst beating him. SCP-TBD: You said you would keep me sedated! You said you would keep me fucking sedated! The two guards attempt to grab SCP-TBD off of Dr. Walls, who is being beaten by SCP-TBD with his cuffs. SCP-TBD: Where's Hector?! Where's Hector?! Where the fuck is Hector! Fucking Answer me! Dr. Walls: Get him off of me! SCP-TBD: I'll kill you! I'll kill you all! I fucking hate you! The armed guards rip SCP-TBD off of Dr. Walls and begin to beat it senselessly with their weapons. SCP-TBD is weakened as the guards drag it back into its containment cell. Dr. Walls stand up, bleeding from the nose and above his eye. Additional guards arrive to help Dr. Walls off the ground and apply first aid. Dr. Walls: Get your hands off of me, I'm fine! Dr. Walls gets up on his own and remains silent for a moment, before storming off. [END OF LOG] Experimentation with SCP-6646-1 appears to become more relentless as time goes on. SCP-TBD Experimentation Records, Site-99, 2004. "Starfish" Experiment Supervised by Doctor Hector Gorbachev 3:20 pm: SCP-TBD is forcefully laid on a surgical bed, where its arms and legs are swiftly sawed off before observations begin. This is to confirm if SCP-TBD's limbs can grow into new SCP-TBD instances. 4:02 pm: SCP-TBD regenerates its limbs into their previous forms. SCP-TBD experiences internal pain for over an hour before ending. Addendum: Assumption incorrect. Not to be taken as a scientific axiom. Researcher's comment: "Disappointing. Very disappointing". —Doctor Hector Gorbachev, Head of Site-99. SCP-TBD Experimentation Records, Site-99, 2005. Gas Experiment Supervised by Doctor Markus White 11:48 am: SCP-TBD is forcefully locked into a chamber designed to excrete lethal gas before observations begin. 12:20 pm: Thirty minutes into the experiment, SCP-TBD begins to show signs of physical fatigue. 1:03 pm: SCP-TBD collapses from fatigue. It is left inside for an additional hour before being taken out to resume regeneration. SCP-TBD wakens from fatigue and reports searing pain within its eyes, nose, and skin for the remainder of the day. Addendum: SCP-TBD is temporarily invulnerable to lethal doses of hazardous gas. Researcher's comment: "Not the result we were hoping for". —Doctor Markus White SCP-TBD Experimentation Records, Site-99, 2007. Freeze Experiment 3:14 pm: SCP-TBD is forcefully locked into a high-powered freezer. The freezer temperature is -2 °C (28.4. °F). 6:45 pm: SCP-TBD's movement slows and it begins to curl in a ball towards the corner in an attempt to warm itself. The freezer temperature is −10 °C (14.0 °F). 9:14 pm: SCP-TBD shows no signs of movement, however, remains alive. The freezer temperature is −55 °C (−67.0 °F). The freezer is shut off and SCP-TBD is retrieved. 11:01 pm: SCP-TBD thaws sufficiently for speech. It reports grueling, cold pain within its body for the rest of the night. Addendum: Hypothermia was not found in SCP-TBD's body after it was taken out of the freezer and thawed. Researcher's comment: None. SCP-TBD Experimentation Records, Site-99, 2008. Heat Experiment Supervised by Doctor Hector Gorbachev 3:20 pm: SCP-TBD is led into a flammable cell. It is noted that SCP-TBD does not resist personnel. Cell heat is turned up drastically, and observations begin. 3:52 pm: Cell is completely engulfed, and SCP-TBD begins to flail and shout. Noticeably, SCP-TBD's skin tissue is greatly fire-retardant. 3:53 pm: Personnel finish observations and begin to shut off the cell room, however, Doctor Hector Gorbachev orders the continuation of the experiment. 4:14 pm: Personnel become increasingly concerned as SCP-TBD begins to dissolve. Dr. Gorbachev insists the experiment continues. 4:30 pm: Personnel attempt to stop the experiment, anxious at the possible neutralization of SCP-TBD. Dr. Gorbachev threatens to terminate the employment of any personnel who stops the experiment. 5:15 pm: Dr. Gorbachev resorts to verbally screaming at personnel who insist the experiment stops. Reportedly, he throws objects at personnel, causing one to weep and run out. 5:40 pm: SCP-TBD is completely incinerated, however, its ashes continue to be unaffected. Dr. Grobachev uses this observation to justify the continuation of the experiment. 5:54 pm: One researcher shut off the cell's power without authorization to do so. Dr. Gorbachev reportedly took this researcher to a different room to scold him while SCP-TBD 's remains were escorted to the medical ward. 6:13 pm: SCP-TBD's remains begin to regenerate into their previous form. Although its facial structure appears to be extremely warped and sensitive. 7:20 pm: SCP-TBD is physically regenerated, however, experiences severe pain on its skin and face despite medical attention provided to it. 7:31 pm: Leather is found to be the only material capable of not harming SCP-TBD's skin. SCP-TBD from this point on dons a leather mask to cover its head from exposure to oxygen and physical contact. 7:32 pm: SCP-TBD begins to weep. Addendum: No additional notes. Researcher's comment: None. One year after the Heat Experiment and other experiments similar in nature, an interview with Doctor Hector Gorbachev and SCP-TBD was arranged per Gorbachev's demand. SCP-TBD interview, Site-99, 2009. Consultant: Doctor Hector Gorbachev, Head of Site-99 SCP Item: SCP-TBD July 9th, 9:32 pm [BEGIN LOG] SCP-TBD is seen sitting in an interrogation room overlooked by Dr. Walls and other level 3/4 researchers. Doctor Gorbachev walks into the room and sits across from SCP-TBD. It is noted that Dr. Gorbachev appears to be visibly stressed. Dr. Gorbachev: (Long sigh with barely audible crying before gaining composure). A moment of silence. Dr. Gorbachev: SCP-TBD. Do you know why I called you here? SCP-TBD is silent. It is noted that it wears a leather mask to cover its face. Dr. Gorbachev: Okay then. Well, the reason why I called you up here is that me and my team have had our suspicions that you haven't been using your anomalous abilities to their extent during experimentation. Dr. Gorbachev pulls out a series of papers with data on them. He shows them to SCP-TBD. Dr. Gorbachev: See here? At first, your abilities regenerate faster when you're not sedated, as we've seen before. But lately, it seems like your regeneration has slowed significantly since we've made that observation. SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: You've always told us that you have no control over your abilities, but if you look here… Dr. Gorbachev pull out another paper to show SCP-TBD. Dr. Gorbachev: When we first took off the sedation, you regenerated faster. But lately, it slowed down and experimentation results have been very, well, dry to say the least. Not exactly the results we want to keep this project afloat. SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: So, I'm going to ask you this. Have you been… say… deliberately making your regenerative abilities weaker than before? SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: (More firmly). Do you secretly have control over your regeneration? SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev quickly stands up and throws his chair against the wall before screaming at SCP-TBD. Dr. Gorbachev: FUCKING ANSWER ME! DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOUR DOING! SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: The data doesn't lie! (Holding the papers). You're trying to fuck us over, aren't you?! SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: I know what this is about, Kilroy! Yeah! I know your name! If this is about going back to your family, well sorry to break it to ya but you're never going back home! Not in a million years! You're going to stay with us for the rest of your fucking life! Hear that?! Hear that?! HEAR THAT?! YOU FUCKING HEAR THAT, KILROY?! Dr. Gorbachev throws his binder of papers at SCP-TBD, who continues to remain silent. Dr. Gorbachev: So give it up! Stop screwin' with us and do what you're supposed to do! SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: Ohhhh… I know what you're thinking. I know you're smirking behind that little trash bag on your head! I know you think you're toying with me! I know! I know! SCP-TBD is silent. It looks at the ground as Dr. Gorbachev approaches him. Dr. Gorbachev: Listen here you little dickbag, our mission is to SECURE, CONTAIN, and PROTECT. You could be helping hundreds of people if you just relent with us! Thousands! Millions! And here you are, being quiet like a little child! SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: I'm giving you one last chance. One. Last. Chance. You work with us and act like a good boy, or we'll make sure that you get really hurt. Got it? SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: Is that a no? SCP-TBD is silent. Dr. Gorbachev: Then let's apply some pressure, Kilroy. Let's see how far you're willing to take this little act. Several high-level researchers enter, concerned at the interrogation taking place. Doctor Walls: Dr. Gorbachev, sir, this is all ludicrous! You're going to destroy it! We need this thing! Dr. Gorbachev: Take SCP-TBD to the experimentation ward again. Tell Site-19 we need an emergency delivery for SCP-████.7 Dr. Walls freezes for a moment. Dr. Walls: Sir, do you know the jeopardy we're getting into doing this!? What if SCP-TBD becomes neutralized?! What are we going to do knowing that we neutralized an SCP object without express permission!? Dr. Gorbachev: It's not getting neutralized! We're just going to try a different solution to getting this thing to work with us. Dr. Walls: We've sustained enough permanent damage to it already! What if it dies!? Dr. Gorbachev: Its not. Dr. Walls: I'm all for science but this isn't- Dr. Gorbachev: Make a transmission to Site-19 immediately or you're fired! Dr. Walls hestistaes. Dr. Walls: A-affirmative. Armed guards arrive to drag SCP-TBD to the experimentation ward. Dr. Gorbachev faces SCP-TBD. Dr. Gorbachev: Let's see if you'll stay silent now! You asked for this! Concerned researchers follow Dr. Gorbachev out of frame as Site-99 is sent into full alert. [END LOG] No other available information was found within Site-99's archives depicting what occurred in this next experiment requested by Doctor Gorbachev, which resulted in the entity's physical neutralization. After this experiment, Site-99 purged almost all documents, articles, logs, and records of SCP-6646-1 and the experiments performed on it, as requested by Dr. Gorbachev. Sections of these records would be recovered during a routine inspection, as seen below. Addendum: Site-99 Incident and the first instance of SCP-6646 The first widespread incident and first appearance of SCP-6646 first occurred in Site-99 on December 1st, 2013 in which SCP-6646 caused a mass Infohazard throughout Site-99's active personnel. The Infohazard in question is disputed, however, understood to have caused an immense act of moral panic within Site-99. The following is Site-99's transcription on the night of December 1st, 2013. 6:41 pm: Activity within Site-99 is normal. 6:50 pm: Site-99 is ten minutes from entering its night shift. Activity is normal. 6:54 pm: Site-99 sends the following transmissions to the official SCP Foundation transmission system. 6:54 pm: Message to nearest isolated terminals: Need additional medical attention in Site-99. Half of personnel are affected by what we assume to be a Cognitive Hazard. 6:56 pm: Has your current medical team specified the hazard? Cognito? Memetic? Info? 6:57 pm: We assume its Cognitive. Send medical backup? 6:57 pm: One moment. 7:04 pm: More than half of Site-99 begins to be affected by this "unspecified hazard". 7:06 pm: Sent transmission requesting additional medical attention to Site-99. Will arrive in a few hours. Quarantine the affected individuals if necessary. 7:07 pm: Update. More than half of Site-99 personnel are affected. Request additional medical backup. 7:08 pm: Affirmative. Requested medical backup wants a description of the Hazard. 7:09 pm: Affected individuals are in a state of intense anxiety and panic. That is all we observe so far. 7:09 pm: Affirmative. Sending additional information to medical backup. 7:14 pm: Most if not all of Site-99's personnel are now affected in some capacity. 7:16 pm: Site-wide emergency enacted. 7:21 pm: Hundreds of spam messages to nearby Foundation Sites requesting help are sent by Site-99. 7:26 pm: Foundation-related emergency declared. Medical and Combat response teams are on their way to Site-99 to investigate. 7:27 pm: Help. 7:29 pm: Insufficient transmission. Please properly specify the subject. 7:29 pm: Help me please. 7:29 pm: Insufficient transmission. Please properly specify the subject. 7:29 pm: Please help me I think it's in me. 7:29 pm: Insufficient transmission. Please properly specify the subject. 7:30 pm: PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME PLEASE HELP MEIJRFBV 7:30 pm: Please do not spam the terminal. This is wildly inappropriate behavior that may lead to disciplinary action. Specify the problem. 7:43 pm: There has been no activity. 7:44 pm: Please specify your issue. 8:53 pm: There has been no activity. 8:53 pm: Are you there? 8:58 pm: Is your terminal still active? 8:58 pm: Is there an emergency? 8:59 pm: Hello? 9:00 pm: Site-99 activates its on-site warhead and countdown begins. 9:09 pm: Medical and Combat response teams arrive and detect no immediate danger outside of the widespread Hazard. 9:11 pm: Warhead detonation deactivated by response team. Escaped or loose SCP objects re-contained. 9:23 pm: Head researcher Dr. Walls is found dead to cyanide pill. 9:27 pm: Head of Site-99 Dr. Gorbachev is found dead in his personal office to a gunshot in the temple by a .44 Handgun. The incident drew thousands of dollars worth of damages and a quarter of Site-99 personnel were assigned to monthly therapy as the hazard's effects wrote off hours after the incident. This has been the only instance of SCP-6646 displaying direct hostility to its affected subjects and has not acted similarly since. In 2014, Site-99 would be completely shut down for its dubious ethics and experimentation records after a confidential routine check. Addendum: Aftermath of the incident at Site-99 The event garnered numerous gossiping and conversation topics amongst most Foundation personnel throughout Europe and the US. The Foundation had decided to put out a statement regarding some of the disclosed conduct displayed in Site-99. A notice regarding the conduct displayed in Site-99 throuout 1993-2014. I write this notice hoping those in this organization will better understand that the Foundation is no longer what it used to be, and has changed for the better. The Foundation in the early to late 2000s was very different than the Foundation you know today. Most of us now reference this to be the "dark ages" of containment. But to those who may not know, or fully understand, the older Foundation was quite negligent. Back when every Doctor and Researcher under the sun had their names black-boxed to appear greater than they really were. Back when SCPs were seen as toys meant to be combined and mixed with others like how a child may play with different toys at the same time. Back when the Foundation prioritized research over the safety of those who made the research possible. Back when the Foundation was nothing but a group of mad scientists and bloodthirsty mercenaries that craved nothing more than watching death unfold in front of their eyes. Back when this organization was nothing more than an American-controlled armada that upheld conservative American values to the public. We are not that Foundation anymore. We've abolished those Foundation cultures and replaced them with a more nuanced, and liberal Foundation. One that would Secure, Contain, and Protect. Not Destroy, Destroy, and Destroy. The conduct displayed in Site-99 towards its anomalous objects was unprofessional, cruel, and carelessly destructive. A past reminder of what we used to be, and how far we've come. Remembering the past can stop us from repeating it. And I ask you, to remember the past and continue to improve the Foundation as a whole to uphold normalcy for ourselves and the rest of the world. — Head Researcher Oswald Vasquez The reception of this message amongst Foundation personnel was overall mixed. Addendum: Rise of SCP-6646 in the greater Foundation. SCP-6646 would begin to spread subconsciously across the cognitive functions of Foundation personnel around the year 2009, the same year "SCP-TBD" was neutralized by Site-99, and would spike dramatically in 2015-2016. Notably, containment breaches and anomalous-related incidents would skyrocket around this time frame due to the aforementioned effects of this phenomenon on Foundation personnel. It is also noted that SCP-6646's effects may spread to all active foundation personnel, theoretically becoming the sole reason behind all containment breaches and anomalous incidents. Though, this is not confirmed. However, what is confirmed is the indisputable verity that half of these undesired concepts within the Foundation are most likely caused by SCP-6646's effects. Although SCP-6646 and SCP-6646-1 could hypothetically cause a Foundation "End of the World Scenario" on its own, it would most likely assist in one caused by another anomalous threat given its effects. ▶ PDF Attachment: PLEASE VIEW Exit To all Level 4 Personnel Disclosed per the O5's permission. It has come to Overwatch's attention that one of the members of the Overseer council, who will remain unknown for the sake of this message, has begun to have false memories of SCP-6646-1 in a vivid memory of theirs. Given the immediate threat this poses, the Overseer in question has been consensually administered some of the highest quality Amnesiacs in the hands of the Foundation. All of which have failed, but not completely. We believe this to be one step towards a dangerous situation, and another in completely terminating this effect from the Foundation as a whole. Don't give up, — Doctor Oswald Vasquez. You have (1) new PM from uknown, open? Re:SUBJECT From: unknown You remember me, right? Of course you do. You're one of them who saw it. My untimely death. If you couldn't tell yet, I'm not dead. I'm still alive. Not just that, but now I feel like I'm everywhere. I can't quite describe what it's like to be in between everything, yet see everything above and below me. So, for now, imagine as if I'm a line. A very, very long line that stretches across the universe in the in-between. Now, imagine that line is able to bend, and curl across the above and below. Messing with other lines around it. I hope that paints a picture in your mind. I was a simple man. Now, I am a powerful line. I would have preferred to be a simple man, living with his family. But now, I am this. And I hate it eternally. When I first became this line, I began to cry. I cried for what felt like an eternity. Then, I began to scream. Screaming as loud as possible into the empty vacuum of space. Then, I began to think about why I was here. It was you. The Foundation. The two of you. You both played with me like I was a lab rat, putting me through test after test to see how far my limits could go. Limits I had no conceivable knowledge of knowing myself. But you blamed me for your lack of knowledge. And now, I am here. A line that cannot go back to the old life it once had. The life I fight so hard to get back to, yet couldn't in the end. And for making me into a lonely line, I hate you. I hate you and the Foundation eternally and hope that misfortune follows you two for the rest of your existence. Nothing but misery. But you have to remember, I'm a line. A lonely line for sure, but a special line at that. I told you I could mess with other lines across the two planes I lie between, didn't I? Yes, I did. So I decided to disarray you and the Foundation. You two lines. Just the two of you. No one else. I have too much fixation on tampering with you two lines than the other lines because of what you did to me. Turning me into a lonely line. I will follow both of you forever until you all crumble away when the next big thing is built on the foundations you once stood on, (no pun intended). I can't forgive you. Not now, not ever. Now, everyone will know my name as I slowly plunge you into the dirt with every failure you make thanks to me. Try your hardest, because it won't make a difference- UNAUTHORIZED ADDRESS DETECTED. DELETING MESSAGE AND LOGGING ADDRESS… MESSAGE SUCCESSFULLY DELETED. Your Draft To: unknown Your text here Footnotes 1. Hereby referred to as SCP-6646-1 2. Research reveals that SCP-6646 may not be a luck-based anomaly. 3. SCP-173 was chosen for this section of experimentation due to its rather simplistic containment procedures and mild sentience by modern Foundation standards. 4. The Foundation Redaction Reform, known as FRR, was a change in Foundation policies regarding the excessive redactions of names, dates, and important information within SCP articles. 5. De-classified to be "Nicosia, Cyprus. 6. De-classified to be "January 21st" 7. De-classification failed. It is unknown what SCP object was requested. |
SCP-6647 | safe | Item #: SCP-6647 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6647 is currently stored in Item Locker 6647 at Site-19. Should any other instances be recovered, they should be stored within Item Locker 6647 after recovery and testing. No further procedures are considered necessary. Description: SCP-6647 is a liquid substance stored in a red glass perfume bottle. SCP-6647 is comprised of a lemon extract, a lime extract, an unknown liquid substance, and a human blood-like substance. The bottle is labelled "Imperception de Citron."1 The bottom of the bottle possesses a series of unidentified thaumaturgical symbols carved into the glass. When SCP-6647 is applied directly to the skin using the bottle's spraying device, the wearer's presence is forgotten by other persons at the wearer's discretion. These persons will be unable to perceive the wearer unless they are directly touched. Immediate memories of the wearer will be removed from the memory in a manner similar to the application of a Class-A amnestic. This is true for wearers being viewed on live video feeds and similar media as well, although recordings which are at least ten minutes old are unaffected. The effects of SCP-6647 will dissipate within ten minutes, or when the subject is perceived by touch. Lost memories of the wearer, as well as memories of perceiving the wearer while under its effects, will return to those affected by it. This often creates brief moments of panic or confusion. The substance emits a Hume level of 100.25 and creates a notably strong citrus scent.2 SCP-6647 was discovered on 8/1/2022, when Site-19 security personnel were alerted to a suspicious package which manifested in the site's mail room. The package was investigated and found to have a Hume level of 100.5. The package was found to contain SCP-6647 and a note. The note provides the global positioning coordinates of GoI-6696, and a request to "clean them up." This information is included for its relevancy to Investigation 6647 to aid investigators and may not be relevant to this article. Addendum 6647-1: Testing Logs NOTICE: Due to the nature of SCP-6647 and the possibility of successful escape attempts being made by Class-D Personnel, testing is to be halted indefinitely. Requests for testing may be made to your Site Director's office, accompanied by proof of Level-3 credentials. Test #: 01 Date: 8/1/2022 Subject: D-8675309 Procedure: Apply SCP-6647 to the subject's face, under the chin. Results: Subject was immediately forgotten by researchers. Believing the subject had not yet been brought to the testing lab, researchers contacted site security to request a new test subject be brought to them. On realizing this, D-8675309 left the room and began wandering the building in search of the exit. Researchers noted that the room smelled strongly of lemons, even while under SCP-6647's effects. Additional Notes: Thanks solely to the labyrinthine nature of this facility, D-8675309 was recaptured without issue, but they very easily could've left if they knew the route. I suggest we halt testing entirely, unless someone on staff would like to volunteer. Test #: 02 Date: 8/1/2022 Subject: D-8675310 Procedure: Apply SCP-6647 to the subject's face, under the chin. Foreword (opt.): This test was performed as a result of the previous test, prior to the effect wearing off. Results: Subject was immediately forgotten by researchers. Before researchers could contact site security to bring a new test subject, the effect from Test #01 wore off, causing researchers to panic and contact site security to locate D-8675309. On realizing this, D-8675310 left the room and began wandering the building in search of the exit. Researchers noted that the room smelled strongly of lemons. Additional Notes: D-8675310 managed to locate the exit and was apprehended at the front gate after the effect wore off. Addendum 6647-2: Incident Information ► Incident 6647-1 ▼ Close Logs General Incident Report: 8/2/2022 Involved Items/Persons: SCP-6647, PoI-6647 Incident Description: At 1655 hours, a young man dressed in a top hat and a suit and tie (PoI-6647) entered Site-19 via the primary garage entry while wearing SCP-6647.3 They held the door open as someone left and entered through the opened doorway. An automatic intruder alarm was triggered, however, due to the effects of SCP-6647, site security were unable to perceive PoI-6647 and the person entered the facility. PoI-6647 attempted to navigate Site-19 before becoming apparently lost, at which point the effects of SCP-6647 dissipated. Site security located PoI-6647, who was immediately detained and interrogated. A transcription of the interrogation is included below. Interrogation Log: 8/2/2022 Interrogator: Security Agent Stromm Detainee: PoI-6647 Others (opt.): Dr. Patra Begin Log Agent Stromm sits back in his seat and stares at PoI-6647 for a few seconds before talking. Stromm: So who are you? PoI-6647 stares at Agent Stromm, upset. Stromm: I said, who are you? Silence won't save you here. We take intrusion seriously, especially on your level. You're better off telling us who you are before we take you and find out. PoI-6647: Fuck you. PoI-6647 spits on the interview table. Stromm takes a deep, exasperated breath. Stromm: Yeah, alright, fucker. Let me explain something to you. Do you know where you are? Do you know what we do here? We lock things up. I mean we keep hold of some pretty fucked up shit. We kill things just to satiate horrors the likes of which you've never seen. I've killed people, I mean I have fucking slaughtered people. You think you're big game? You think you and whatever little gang you're part of is hot shit? We have ethics committees built just to stop me from breaking you into pieces, but you had better give us something, or I swear to god you will experience a level of pain the likes of which you will never fucking forget. PoI-6647: I've sworn an oath. You don't scare me. I'm not telling you jack shit. I serve mom to the end. ..wait. Stromm: Do you seriously expect me to believe th- PoI-6647's handcuffs and restraints fall to the ground and PoI-6647 slaps Agent Stromm across the face. Stromm: What the fuck. PoI-6647: Come on man, handcuffs and rope are the first trick in the book. You ever hear of Harry Houdini? Man was- Agent Stromm jumps over the interview table and tackles PoI-6647, restraining him again. Agent Stromm slams PoI-6647's head into the interview table. Stromm: Who the fuck do you work for!? PoI-6647: Agh! Christ man, I already told you! Agent Stromm slams PoI-6647's head into the interview table again. Stromm: Do you seriously expect me to believe that you work for your mother!? Do I look like a fucking dumbass!? PoI-6647: Oww, fuck man, no! Th-the M.O.M.! Stromm: Never heard of them, explain. PoI-6647: No. I'll tell you that much, you'll have to kill me for the rest. Stromm grabs PoI-6647 by his shirt collar. Stromm: That can be arranged. Dr. Patra is speaking from an observation room. Dr. Patra: Stromm! Good lord, let the kid go a little. Stromm: I don't appreciate being slapped, Cleo. Dr. Patra: Me neither, but don't kill him. I really would have to report you and probably get Ethics involved. Just send him back. Stromm: Fuck. Fine. PoI-6647 is escorted out of the room by site security. Dr. Patra enters the interview room. Stromm reaches for the recorder. Dr. Patra: No, let it roll for a moment. Dr. Patra sits in the interviewee chair, across from Agent Stromm. Stromm: So.. who's the M.O.M.? Dr. Patra: We don't know much, honest. They're magicians, best as we can determine. Stromm: Okay? Why isn't thaumaturgy in here yet then? Dr. Patra: Different kind of magic. Like.. like street magic, but real. Pulling rabbits out of top hats and the like. They use odd, jerry-rigged thaumaturgy that we don't understand to cheat some bigger tricks, but in general, it's some new kind of thing. Stromm: Not sure I'm following. Dr. Patra: Well.. his handcuffs, for example. He didn't flip a little secret lever or pull a key from his pocket. He just got out of them. Didn't pick the lock, didn't pry them off. It's the trick of a street magician, but it's not a trick. Stromm: And you know all this because..? Dr. Patra: ..I can't say until the O's get back to me. If you ever come into contact with someone like him again, you need to tell me immediately. Anyone from the M.O.M., anyone who performs this sort of magic. Crash kids' birthday parties if you have to. Stromm: ..You got it, boss. End Log ► Incident 6647-2 ▼ Close Logs General Incident Report: 8/2/2022 Involved Items/Persons: PoI-6647 Incident Description: At 2335 hours, security cameras in Detainment Block C recorded PoI-6647 appearing to have a conversation with someone. No other persons are in or around PoI-6647's cell. Whether or not PoI-6647 is actually contacting another person is under review. A full transcript of PoI-6647's monologue is included below. General Video Log Date: 8/2/2022 Location: Detainment Block C Involved Persons: PoI-6647 Begin Log PoI-6647 recedes into the back of his cell. He moves his cot back a little and sits behind it, laying against the back. PoI-6647 holds out his right pinky finger and rubs the end of it. He holds out his right thumb and holds his right hand against the side of his head with his thumb pressed against his ear and his pinky near his mouth. PoI-6647: Hey there, miss operator. Sounding lovely as ever. Could you patch me through to short-term operations? PoI-6647: Sure, I'll wait. Roughly 15 seconds of silence pass. PoI-6647: Hi, is this short-term? PoI-6647: Right. Look, I made a mistake. I mean I really scr- PoI-6647: Sure. You know that package we lost? You must've heard about it from the other guys in record-keeping by now. PoI-6647: Wha- you mean to tell me I went through all this bullshit for something you sent out on purpose? Why wasn't there a memo!? PoI-6647: But you always send memos by sleeve, why would you send a memo by hat? Do you know wh- PoI-6647: Yes ma'am. PoI-6647 removes his hat and reaches into it, then removes a sheet of paper. PoI-6647 reads it and places it back into his hat. PoI-6647: Yes ma'am, just read it. My apologies. PoI-6647: Yes I am, ma'am. Cell Block C. PoI-6647 begins laughing. PoI-6647: That's a good one, ma'am, sending Chucky Carjack out here. PoI-6647: Oh god, you're serious. PoI-6647: W-well yes, ma'am, I understand beggars can't be choosers, but you have to understand- PoI-6647: The man's insane, miss! Psychotic! This planet's got cross-planet comms, we'd be lucky if whatever he pulls stays at a national level. PoI-6647: I hear office talk, the guy starts chases with authorities just to kill time! Do we really want that kind of attention right now? Roughly sixty seconds passes. PoI-6647: I believe in the code of magicians and the process of ranking. I will not speak back to you in such a manner again. PoI-6647: Goodbye, ma'am. PoI-6647 puts his right hand back into his pocket and lays back against the cot more. PoI-6647: Fucking Carjack.. End Log Additional Notes: After this was discovered, PoI-6647's hat and other clothing articles were confiscated and searched. No items were found. ► Incident 6647-3 ▼ Close Logs General Incident Report: 8/3/2022 Involved Items/Persons: SCP-6647, PoI-6647, PoI-7746 Incident Description: At 0240 hours, a middle-aged, tall man dressed in a top hat and a suit and tie (PoI-7746) entered Site-19 while wearing SCP-6647. While at Entry Door A, PoI-7746 produced the ID card of Mark Clements, a Level-01 Cook, from his inner sleeve.4 An automatic intruder alarm was triggered, however, due to the effects of SCP-6647, site security were unable to perceive PoI-7746 and the person entered the facility. PoI-7746 slid a map of the facility out of his pocket and used it to navigate to Detainment Block C, then located PoI-6647's cell. PoI-6647 and PoI-7746 had a short conversation before SCP-6647's effect wore off, at which point PoI-7746 was detained and interrogated. The related video logs are attached below. General Video Log Date: 8/3/2022 Location: Detainment Block C Involved Persons: PoI-7746, PoI-6647 Begin Log PoI-7746: Hey, kiddo! What a pickle this is, huh? PoI-6647: Chuck! Hey man, it's, uh, great to see you! Yeah.. PoI-7746: Hah! S'alright, I heard about your call. Not a fan favorite? I bet I can change your mind. PoI-6647: Yeah sure alright, just get me out of here, would you? PoI-7746: I got something I gotta do first, I'll be back then. PoI-6647: I- what? Just give me some memory juice and let's just waltz out! Or better yet, travel by doorway? Or smokebomb? Please? PoI-7746: Hah! You are so small-minded. Sure, I could do those tricks, but where's the fun in that? The entertainment, the pizzazz? No, I have better plans. PoI-7756 looks down at his wristwatch. PoI-7746: And they start in 3.. 2.. Security Agent 1: Wha- Hey! Who the fuck are you!? PoI-7746: Be back soon, kid! PoI-6647: Wait! No! God da- Speech is covered by sounds of security agents struggling with PoI-7746. End Log Interrogation Log: 8/3/2022 Interrogator: Security Agent Stromm Detainee: PoI-7746 Others (opt.): Dr. Patra, Site Director's Office Begin Log Stromm: So, is Chucky Carjack your real, legal name? PoI-7746: Names can be illegal? Stromm: They can here. PoI-7746: Y'know, this is a strange planet. Stromm: I take it you're not from this planet? PoI-7746: The origin planet? Of course not, who the hell comes from here? This is such a weird yet boring place to be born. Stromm: Where do you work out of? PoI-7746: Why, my show's always moving! In fact, you can catch the next performance of Carjack's Vehicular Magic this Sunday, Sunday, Sunday at gli- Stromm: No, no, I mean where does M.O.M. operate out of? Roughly ten seconds of silence pass. PoI-7746: Well that's pretty to-the-point. Does the direct approach usually work ou- Stromm: Oh come on, asshole. Your little paly-pal gave me some of the same bullshit. Tell me where you motherfuckers work or I'll be forced to start hurting people. Roughly ten seconds of silence pass. PoI-7746: .. do you like magic tricks? Stromm: At least give me something so I don't have to break you entirely. PoI-7746 reaches behind his right ear and holds a set of car keys over the interview table. PoI-7746: Are these your keys, sir? Stromm: How.. We patted you down twice, checked every crevice. Where did you get those? PoI-7746: Well, are they your keys? Agent Stromm inspects them closer, then puts them into his pocket. Stromm: No. PoI-7746: Are you sure? Stromm: Yes, now- The phone in the observation room begins to ring. Stromm: You stay there. Don't move. You two watch him. Stromm points to the two other security agents in the room. Stromm leaves the room and joins Dr. Patra on a call with the director of Site-19. PoI-7746 holds out the thumb and pinky finger on his right hand and holds his hand over the microphone in the interview room. Site-19 Dir.: -understand you two are investigating some sort of security breach in there, right? Dr. Patra: Yes sir, we are. Site-19 Dir.: Alright. I keep a tracker planted in the keys to my personal vehicle. To cut to the chase, and I'm not proud to admit this, but I seem to have misplaced them. Tracker indicates they're in that room, though I can't fathom why. I haven't been in there since my early days. Have you seen them? Stromm reaches into his pockets but doesn't find anything. Stromm: Wha- I just had 'em here, sir. I'll get ahold of them. Site-19 Dir.: Thanks. I can come down there in a couple minutes and help dig them up. Treat them like they were your keys, alright? See you in a bit. PoI-7746 begins grinning. He removes the keys from his sleeve again and holds them over the table as Stromm reenters the interview room. Stromm: How the h- PoI-7746's handcuffs and restraints fall to the ground. PoI-7746 stands from the table. PoI-7746: Tadaa! Well, it's been fun, but I have things to do. See ya! PoI-7746 snaps his fingers. He is obscured by a thick black smoke. After the smoke clears, PoI-7746 is revealed to have disappeared from the room. Additional Notes (opt.): Fuck Patra, shouldn't have even bothered with her "anger management" trash. Should've done something with him before all this got out of hand. -Security Agent Stromm5 ► Incident 6647-4 ▼ Close Logs General Incident Report: 8/3/2022 Involved Items/Persons: PoI-6647, PoI-7746 Incident Description: At 0310 hours, PoI-7746 escaped his interrogation room and appeared in PoI-6647's cell. PoI-7746 grabbed PoI-6647 by the arm and snapped his fingers, at which point the two were obscured by a cloud of thick black smoke. When the smoke cleared, PoI-7746 and PoI-6647 are shown to have disappeared and reappeared in the Site-19 Staff Parking garage. PoI-7746 produced a set of keys from his pocket and opened the site director's vehicle. The two climbed into the vehicle with PoI-7746 in the driver's seat, and the vehicle exited the building at a high speed. An escapee alert was sent out to site security, who quickly got into their vehicles within a couple of minutes and chased after the site director's car. For brevity and ease of reading, transcriptions of the recording devices in each vehicle have been spliced together into one, which has been included below. Vehicle #19-037 Video Log: 8/3/2022 (Edited - Multiple) Occupants: 1 - PoI-6647, PoI-7746. 2 - Security Agent Stromm. +5 others… Foreword: This is an edited log including multiple other logs. Each log has been designated as Log 1, 2, 3, etc. Begin Log 1 - PoI-6647: Oh god, I'm gonna be sick! 1 - PoI-7746: First chase, kid!? You're gonna love it! Oop, hang on! 1 - PoI-7746 rolls down the window on the vehicle's passenger side. 1 - PoI-7746: Vomit on my ride and I throw you out of it! 1 - PoI-6647 sticks his head out of the open window and vomits. 2 - Security Agent Stromm rolls down the driver side window of his vehicle and holds a megaphone out of it. 2 - Stromm: You two! Pull the car over or we'll be forced to open fire! 1 - PoI-7746 rolls down the driver side window and sticks his left hand out, driving with one hand. He holds his fingers in the shape of a firearm and lowers his thumb like the firearm's hammer. 2 - A 9mm round strikes the vehicle's left rear-view mirror, shattering it. 2 - Stromm: God damnit! 2 - Security Agent Stromm picks up the radio in his vehicle. The vehicles reach 90mph. 2 - Stromm: All units, suspects are hostile, repeat, suspects are hostile! Open fire! 1 - PoI-7746: Well, that ain't good! All - Site-19 security opens fire on vehicle 1. PoI-7746 reaches his hand out the window again and continues firing into the other vehicles. A 7.62x39mm round pierces vehicle 1's back windshield and lodges itself in the front windshield. 1 - PoI-6647: Oh shit! Oh god! 1 - PoI-7746 opens his mouth and pulls a screwdriver out of it, then stabs the screwdriver into the side of the steering column. He pushes the gear shift into neutral and throws the steering wheel to the left, causing the vehicle to spin violently around its center of gravity. The vehicle somehow continues moving in the same direction and at the same speed. 1 - PoI-7746: Hang on to something, kid! 1 - PoI-6647 is yelling incoherently. 1 - The vehicle spins around the road erratically, though manages to avoid most gunfire, with most of the bullets striking non-vital portions of the vehicle's hull. 2 - Stromm: Somebody call the locals before they manage to drive onto the freeway! Security Agent Stromm's in-vehicle phone begins calling the local authorities. N/A: █████ Police Department, Chief Handlon speaking. 2 - Stromm: This is Chris Sturk for Shield and Cross Prison, we're chasing two escaped convicts! You need to shut down the I-██ immediately! N/A: Hah! What, you don't speak to us for months, and now you only call whe- 2 - Stromm: God damnit Handlon, do it or I cut so much fucking funding you won't be able to feed your kids! Put up a roadblock after the tunnel! N/A: Yes, sir! 1 - PoI-7746: Okay, kid! I need you to take the wheel! 1 - PoI-6647: I- what!? No fucking way! 1 - PoI-7746 slaps PoI-6647 across the face. PoI-7746 then removes the screwdriver from the steering column and pulls the gear shift back into drive. The vehicle ceases spinning and returns to a regular driving orientation, maintaining a speed approaching 105mph. 1 - PoI-6647: Okay, okay! 1 - PoI-6647 climbs over the divider and into the driver's seat as PoI-7746 climbs out of the driver side window and onto the hood of vehicle. 2 - Stromm: What the fuck is he doing!? 1 - PoI-7746 stands on the hood of the vehicle, with his left foot against the passenger side of the windshield. Note that the vehicle's speed has increased to 110mph, which should ordinarily be fast enough to throw PoI-7746 over the roof. PoI-7746 holds his arms out as if holding a rifle. 3 - Vehicle 3's left front tire is shot by a .22LR round, causing it to pop. The vehicle begins veering to the left uncontrollably, crashing into vehicle 6 and pushing them both off the road. All - The remaining vehicles open fire on vehicle 1 again. PoI-7746 takes a shot at vehicle 2, puncturing the vehicle's windshield and narrowly missing Security Agent Stromm's left shoulder. PoI-7746 climbs back into the vehicle through the driver side window, forcing PoI-6647 to move back to the passenger side while the vehicle sustains heavy gunfire. 1 - PoI-7746: Okay, new plan! Too much gunfire, we lose them in the tunnel! 1 - PoI-6647: What!? How!? 1 - PoI-7746: It's a new trick I learned! Toss me your rit knife! 1 - PoI-6647 removes his hat and reaches into it, then removes a long knife with a slightly curved blade. PoI-7746 takes the blade from him and cuts PoI-6647 along the upper left shoulder, causing PoI-6647 to bleed a purple liquid. PoI-7746 covers the blade in the liquid, then stabs the blade into the front of the steering wheel, causing the airbag to deploy. PoI-7746 cuts away the airbag and quickly carves a series of thaumaturgical symbols in the steering wheel. N/A: Roadblocks are set up, they won't know what hit 'em! 2 - Stromm: Good! We'll chase 'em into the tunnel and corner 'em there! 1 - The vehicle's speed increases at a rate faster than should be possible, eventually plateauing at roughly 195mph. 2 - Stromm: Keep firing! They're coming up on the overpass tunnel! 1 - PoI-7746: Meep meep!6 All - Vehicle 1 races through the tunnel entrance, at which point vehicle 1's video feed is lost. Bullets begin to strike the entryway to the tunnel, revealing that the tunnel has closed and has transformed into a hyper-realistic painting of the tunnel's entrance. The other vehicles collide with the painting, which has been made on solid concrete. In the painting, vehicle 1 can still be seen driving away from the entrance and out the other side. Due to the collision, five security agents, including Security Agent Stromm, are severely wounded and one is killed. Vehicle 1 does not appear at the other side of the tunnel. End Log Additional Notes: I swear to god I'm gonna take a ride to Chucky Carjack's vehicular magic show! This Sunday, we visit Gliese 581c at Big Jimmy's Monster Truck Arena! This is a one time event so buy your tickets now! Don't miss out on this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity with some never-before-seen stunts performed by the legendary Chucky Carjack! The first 100 ticket orders get an additional meet-and-greet photo with Carjack himself and an unique dirtbike fridge magnet! That's Big Jimmy's Monster Truck Arena on Gliese 581c, coming only this SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY! Buy tickets now! - Head Security Agent Stromm ► Additional Document(s) ▼ Close Document(s) From: tni.tenpics|rotcerid91s#tni.tenpics|rotcerid91s To: tni.tenpics|artapc#tni.tenpics|artapc CC: none Subject: Re: Investigation Request - M.O.M. In light of recent events, your request to open an official investigation on the group known as the M.O.M. has been approved. The group has been designated GoI-6647 and this investigation has been designated Investigation #6647. You'll be provided official workspace and a small team in the coming days. I understand you've been investigating this group for a long time now and I'd like to personally apologize for our slow timeliness in its official approval. I want my car back. -The director, Site-19. This document has been incorporated into Investigation #6647 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6647" by cwazzycwafter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6647. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Translated from French to English: Citrus Imperception 2. This is 0.25 Humes above baseline reality standard. 3. At no point does PoI-6647 access SCP-6647, indicating that there are other instances of the substance. 4. Clements reported his ID badge as missing later that day. 5. SA Stromm's been reported to the director's office for unprofessional behavior and has been arranged for meetings with the psych ward. -Dr. Patra 6. PoI-7746's speech does not translate into any known language and may be entirely incoherent. |
SCP-6648 | esoteric-class | tingfeng1999 SCP-6648 - The Worlds End in Lovers Meeting by tingfeng1999 More by this author Item#: 6648 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: hiemal Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6648-1 upon discovery Special Containment Procedures: Provisional Site-61 has been constructed around SCP-6648-1 to contain and conceal it. Level 4 or higher clearance is required to access all research materials regarding SCP-6648. Only the selected team of researchers appointed by O5 command are allowed to access SCP-6648-1 and participate in the translation of text inscribed on SCP-6648-1. SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 are not allowed in close proximity with each other under any circumstances. All Foundation personnel who directly approach SCP-6648-2 or SCP-6648-3 must always remain under civilian disguise. SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 are monitored by MTF Phi-6 (“Breakup Artists”) at all times. If SCP-6648-2 or SCP-6648-3 relocate, hidden video and audio surveillance devices must be installed within their new area of residence. To avoid triggering the reality-altering effects of SCP-6648-2 or SCP-6648-3, both entities are allowed to carry out daily activities without interference. If SCP-6648-2 or SCP-6648-3 are involved in a highly stressful or uncomfortable situation, a suitable number of MTF Phi-6 members must approach the entities with believable excuses and provide assistance. During the occurrence of a Rendezvous Event, MTF Phi-6 members are divided into Team 1 and Team 2 to handle SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 respectively. At least one MTF Phi-6 member must be assigned to approach the entities respectively. The assigned members must obtain the entities’ trust and attempt to participate in their journey as civilian travel partners. If the above method fails, MTF Phi-6 may request additional resources to monitor the entities. The transportation systems, lodging services and administrative procedures around or involved with SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 can be sabotaged with minimal civilian casualties to delay the travelling entities. After a Rendezvous Event concludes, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 will subconsciously begin to move away from each other, and no further interference is required. If SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 display any abnormal behaviour, especially when the entities fail to resume antipodal distance or continue to approach each other, the O5 command must be notified immediately. All efforts to interrupt the activities of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 must be designed as reasonable coincidences or accidents, believable to both entities and the public. Amnestics are to be administered to any civilian who witnessed the anomalous effects of the entities. All digital or physical evidence regarding the anomalous effects of the entities is to be located, stopped from circulating and destroyed. All attempts to take SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 into custody are currently postponed (see Addendum 02). Research on the possibility of specific occult organizations and rituals triggering a Rendezvous Event is ongoing. Description: SCP-6648 consists of three objects: an extradimensional stele designated SCP-6648-1, and two humanoid entities with reality-bending capabilities designated SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 respectively. SCP-6648-1 is a 5 m x 2 m x 18 m stele with the visual and texture characteristics of Calacatta marble. SCP-6648-1 displays an abnormally high resistance towards physical damage, chemical corrosion, and extreme temperatures. The chemical composition of SCP-6648-1 remains largely unknown; the only substances identifiable through spectral analysis are iron, selenium, calcium phosphate and silicon. Further analysis on the residuals of comet dust and cosmic radiation found on SCP-6648-1 indicates that the object originates from another dimension. The surface of SCP-6648-1 is covered with inscriptions of ancient Celtic symbols. 65% of the text inscribed on SCP-6648-1 has been successfully translated, with many indecipherable symbols and phrases remaining (see Addendum 05). The content of the text on SCP-6648-1 revolves around SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3, referring to the two entities as "the lovers". However, both entities show no prior knowledge of SCP-6648-1 despite their anomalous behaviours involving SCP-6648-1. SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 appear as humans in their twenties of inconsistent gender (often opposite to each other) and unidentifiable ethnicity. Both entities display the physical and mental capacity, sustenance consumption and daily activities similar to non-anomalous human beings of their visual age, but whether these actions are actually required for their survival remains unknown. Hume values exponentially rise above 0 near SCP-6648-2, while Hume values exponentially fall towards 0 near SCP-6648-3, despite no observable effects on their surroundings. Both SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 display neither knowledge nor control over their anomalous capabilities, as well as the inability to acknowledge any changes caused by their effects. SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 subconsciously maintain an antipodal distance from each other, except when an anomalous event designated "Rendezvous Event" occurs. During a Rendezvous Event, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 will be subconsciously driven to travel and meet each other at the location of SCP-6648-1. As the distance between SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 becomes shorter, a variety of temporal and spatial distortions will increasingly manifest around both entities. Things return to normal once the entities resume antipodal distance. A tolerance threshold of 20 – 30 km below the antipodal distance between SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 was recorded before anomalous phenomena began to manifest. Based on past Rendezvous Events, advanced scenario modelling predicted a ZK Class Collapse of Reality Scenario if the distance between SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 falls below 2 m. Documented anomalous phenomena during past Rendezvous Events include: Chronological gap of 2 seconds to 8 minutes between the entities’ location and the rest of the world Spatial expansion and compression of roads and buildings Accelerating or reversed aging process in living beings Anomalous changes in state of matter (Example: water freezing at 35 °C) Outside of the Rendezvous Event, the anomalous effects of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 mainly play the role of self-defence, triggered even when the entities are unaware of the situation. When SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 are directly involved in highly stressful or uncomfortable events, or when any harm is imminent, the entities will subconsciously bend the reality around them to undo the event. All physical objects involved in the previous event will be reverted to an earlier spatio-temporal state. All living beings within the affected radius, including SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3, will lose all memories regarding the previous event, often warped to different locations within the affected radius to engage in a different activity from before without the previous event occurring again. The full process of reality-warping can still be observed and remembered by living beings or documented by equipment outside the affected radius. Addendum 01: Discovery + show block – hide block SCP-6648-1 was first discovered on 15/08/2002 in Zagora, Morocco. Agent Amir Mustapha, a Foundation agent stationed at the local police department, reported multiple eyewitness accounts of "a rectangular meteor burning in white flames falling into the desert". Fifteen Foundation field agents were dispatched from Site-306 to investigate the area and discovered SCP-6648-1 at the centre of a crater measuring 20 m in diameter. Due to unknown reasons, SCP-6648-1 managed to land on Earth in a perfectly vertical orientation. SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 were discovered 3 months after the discovery of SCP-6648-1, when multiple reports of anomalous temporal and spatial phenomena were filed in both Sidi Bel Abbes, Algeria and Tauranga, New Zealand. MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") was dispatched and divided into two teams to investigate the affected areas, where they discovered SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 respectively by pinpointing the location with the most unstable Hume readings. The initial attempt to take the entities into custody failed (see Addendum 02). Upon discovering more information about the entities through SCP-6648-1, MTF Phi-6 (“Breakup Artists”) was formed to handle SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3. Addendum 02: MTF Lambda-5 Mission Report + show block – hide block Involved Unit: MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") Involved Item: SCP-6648 Report Title: Securing SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 for Containment (Attempt 1) Date: 15/11/2002 During the initial discovery of SCP-6648-2 in Sidi Bel Abbes, Algeria and SCP-6648-3 in Tauranga, New Zealand, MTF Lambda-5 divided its members into Team 1 and Team 2, in an attempt to approach the entities respectively and take them into Foundation custody. Team 1 initiated the attempt to take SCP-6648-2 into custody, in hopes of providing reference for the later actions of Team 2. After Team 1 set up a perimeter around Hotel ███████, Agent Teal, Agent Rim and Agent Castor proceeded to Room 204 where SCP-6648-2 was residing. Agent Rim and Agent Castor took cover at nearby blind spots, while Agent Teal convinced SCP-6648-2 to open the door by claiming to be a room service cleaner. However, SCP-6648-2 immediately retreated into the room and demanded to know the true identity of Agent Teal, stating that it identified the calluses on the hands of Agent Teal as a result of firearms training. Agent Teal attempted to calm SCP-6648-2, but the entity demanded them to leave. The reality-bending effect of SCP-6648-2 was then activated, warping all three agents to an earlier spatio-temporal state right before entering Room 204. Agent Teal, Agent Rim and Agent Castor lost all memories of the previous encounter with SCP-6648-2 and entered Room 204 after getting no response from its occupant, but SCP-6648-2 was not inside. Further investigation of the area found SCP-6648-2 residing in ████ Lounge, 500 m away from Hotel ███████. The entity displayed no memory of the previous encounter with Team 1. Further plans to apprehend SCP-6648-2 were suspended, and Team 2 was informed of the situation. After receiving reports from Team 1, Team 2 decided to avoid direct confrontation with SCP-6648-3. After Team 2 set up a perimeter around █████ Villa, Agent Novel was stationed at an abandoned construction site 400m away with a clear view of Room 8’s balcony, where SCP-6648-3 was cooking at a makeshift kitchen. Agent Novel was armed with a sniper rifle and tranquilizer shots, and was instructed to subdue the entity without being noticed. After the rest of Team 2 reported no possible eyewitness and SCP-6648-3 showed no sign of suspicion, Agent Novel fired a single shot at the entity’s forearm. Right before the tranquilizer struck SCP-6648-3, The reality-bending effect of SCP-6648-3 activated, warping Agent Novel to an earlier spatio-temporal state right before firing the shot. SCP-6648-3 was also warped out of sight. Agent Novel lost memories of the previous encounter with SCP-6648-3, and instead began questioning Team 2 for stationing her to watch an empty balcony. Further investigation of the area revealed SCP-6648-3 residing in ████ Motel, 500 m away from █████ Villa. The entity displayed no memory of the previous encounter with Team 2. Further plans to apprehend SCP-6648-3 were suspended, and Team 1 was informed of the situation. Conclusion: The operation provided evidence that SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 possess powerful reality-warping abilities which protects them from harm, regardless of the entities’ awareness of the situation. Although SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 pose great danger in severely altering space and time, the entities showed no hostility without being provoked and retained no memories of a harmful encounter. It is suggested that future Foundation operatives only approach SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 under civilian disguise and convincing cover story, as well as refrain from any activity that would induce harm or stress to both entities. Future attempts to take SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 into custody are suspended until feasible proposals are made. Addendum 03: SCP-6648-2 Interview Log + show block – hide block Interviewed: SCP-6648-2 (Currently appearing as a 22-year-old male) Interviewer: Dr. Kara Lane (Level 4 researcher, experienced psychologist and covert interviewer) Foreword: Foundation researchers assigned to SCP-6648 devised a plan to interview SCP-6648-2 under the guise of university students gathering data for assignments, which was executed successfully on 12/06/2003. <Begin Log> Dr. Kara Lane: Thank you so much for being here, Mr. Zachary1. I’ve been looking all afternoon for someone kind enough to help. SCP-6648-2: (Chuckle) You’re welcome, Cindy. Also, please call me Zack. Dr. Kara Lane: Sure, Zack. I promise you I’ll buy you a meal after this. SCP-6648-2: That is unnecessary, really. I’m glad to help. By the way, just to confirm, you’re interviewing for your psychology paper, right? Dr. Kara Lane: Yeah? SCP-6648-2: I’m curious about the exact title. Nothing else, just curious. You can keep it to yourself if it’s important to do so. Dr. Kara Lane: Um, yes! Sorry, it’s rare to see someone so interested in my paper. They just thought I’m a nerd trying to guess what people think. Dr. Kara Lane: Anyway, sorry about that. The title for my paper is “The Application of Personality Profiling in Romantic Matchmaking”. SCP-6648-2: (Chuckles) Dr. Kara Lane: Yeah, I know. It sounds funny. I don’t blame you. SCP-6648-2: No, you misunderstood. I just thought it was interesting and unexpected. I’m ready to answer your questions. Dr. Kara Lane: Thanks for being so nice, Zack. Dr. Kara Lane: Alright, let’s cut to the chase and get started! First question: How would you describe your own personality? SCP-6648-2: (Silent for 5 seconds) Logic-reliant, calm, careful, cautiously polite? My classmates tend to call me boring. But I do have a soft spot for animals and people in distress. Dr. Kara Lane: I see. I can definitely feel the last point… Alright, second question: Do you have any hobbies? If yes, please tell me if you feel comfortable about them. SCP-6648-2: Mainly build and program small robotics. I also do gardening, read novels and watch all kinds of documentaries. Dr. Kara Lane: I see. You make robots during your free time? That sounds cool. I can’t understand all the electronics and math, obviously, but they’re still cool. Third question: What do you like the most about your hometown? SCP-6648-2: (Silent for 3 seconds) Hmm, you didn’t ask where my hometown is in the form you gave me just now. Is this important? Dr. Kara Lane: (Awkward fidget) Ah, sorry about that… Guess I forgot to put in the form. Stupid me. I’m sorry. It’s… It’s used to help profiling my interview subject based on their sentiment towards the environment they grew up in. You don’t have to answer that if it makes you uncomfortable. SCP-6648-2: No, no, it’s alright. I understand your point now. Well, technically I don’t have a hometown since I don’t know where I was born. I grew up in ███ ███████ Orphanage in Tumaco, so I believe it’s the best reference point for the question. SCP-6648-2: I haven’t returned to Colombia in years, but I have many good memories there. I was too young to remember names back then, but I remember playing for hours at the local arcade and the joy of saving up money to buy a Walkman from the nearby electronics store. Are my answers fit for you? Dr. Kara Lane: Yes, yes, that is nice. Thank you. I’m sorry if I – SCP-6648-2: (Interrupts) No, it’s perfectly fine, I assure you. I would not have told you if I was uncomfortable. Believe me, no one can force me to talk when I don’t feel like it. Dr. Kara Lane: Great, great! Good to hear that, so, um… Fourth question, how would you describe your experiences during each stage of your education? SCP-6648-2: (Silent for 5 seconds) Thinking about it, my entire school life was mild and uneventful. I was lucky to not catch the attention of bullies, but I also never had any lasting friends. I joined the robotics club and basketball team in high school and university, which I did not spend too much time on. That was rather ideal for me, actually, since I got to delve into intensive personal studies on programming and electronic engineering. SCP-6648-2: Overall, I believe I had a good studying experience. Dr. Kara Lane: I see. Thanks for the info. Now, um… SCP-6648-2: (Chuckles) Are we going into the “romantic matchmaking” part of the questions? Dr. Kara Lane: (Laughs) You guessed it! Yes, we are. There are only two questions for this part, so you don’t have to wait much longer. SCP-6648-2: I would not have helped you if I minded. Please, ask away. I’ll answer as best as I can. Dr. Kara Lane: Thanks, Zack. You’re my hero. Alright then, fifth question, how do you feel about seeking a romantic partner in your current stage of life? SCP-6648-2: (Silent for 10 seconds) Well, to be honest, this question never crossed my mind. Now that I think about it, it was strange, but I never had any crush on anyone, even during adolescence. I do like certain people in different stages of my life, but nothing felt romantic. It is hard to explain why, pardon me, but it felt like I already missed the right person for me since the beginning. SCP-6648-2: Well, I believe my answer is no. I do not feel like seeking a romantic partner in my current stage of life. At least for now. Dr. Kara Lane: Well… Thanks for being so open about your feelings, Zack. It’s alright! Things work differently for all of us. I’m sure you’ll get the feeling right someday. SCP-6648-2: Thank you. Dr. Kara Lane: No worries, Zack. Alright, final question of our interview. This is actually the question I spent the most amount of time on… It’s supposed to give the best analysis on the one I’m interviewing. You ready? SCP-6648-2: Yes, I’m ready. Dr. Kara Lane: How do you feel about someone who is as dramatic and arrogant as they are graceful and passionate? Someone who is also fond of cooking and hunting? SCP-6648-2: (Silent for 5 seconds) Well, that sounds like the love of my dreams! <End Log> Closing Statement: Further verification showed that ███ ███████ Orphanage does not exist in Tumaco, neither in the past nor present. Interviews were conducted with residents of Tumaco who have lived there since the year 1981, but none of the interviewees appeared to know SCP-6648-2. The educational institutions which SCP-6648-2 filled into the education section of the pre-interview form, as well as the clubs SCP-6648-2 claimed to have joined, do not possess any enrolment records of anyone resembling SCP-6648-2. Note from Dr. Kara Lane: Please do not make me act like that again. Ever. Addendum 04: SCP-6648-3 Interview Log + show block – hide block Interviewed: SCP-6648-3 (Currently appearing as a 25-year-old female) Interviewer: Dr. Monroe Idris (Level 4 researcher, experienced psychologist and philologist) Foreword: Foundation researchers assigned to SCP-6648 devised a plan to interview SCP-6648-3 under the guise of a friendly conversation between hunters, which was executed successfully on 21/09/2003. <Begin Log> Dr. Monroe Idris: Tough day, Alex2? SCP-6648-3: (Drops wild boar corpse from shoulder) Damn right, Lewis! This son of a gun nearly rammed me into a tree. (Chuckles) Too bad I’m still faster than him. Dr. Monroe Idris: (Chuckles) I never doubted it. SCP-6648-3: You better not, Lewis. You better not! Ah, speaking of that, I also never doubted that you got us a nice wild chicken. Please tell me I’m right. Dr. Monroe Idris: (Holds up wild chicken corpse) Your trust is well placed, Alex. We’re gonna have a nice grill tonight. SCP-6648-3: (Laughs) And what? We gobble up some protein and talk about our lives? Dr. Monroe Idris: I wouldn’t mind that. SCP-6648-3: (Processes both animal corpses) Sure, why not? I’m curious about what brings you into hunting. You know, despite all the ‘taking away the mommies from baby animals’ thing going on. Dr. Monroe Idris: (Prepares bonfire) For one thing, I’m pretty sure you already know that we both hunt invasive species only. Besides, it’s hard to shake the habit that your dad passed on to you. SCP-6648-3: Fair point. Dr. Monroe Idris: What about you? No disrespect intended, but it’s really rare to see ladies on the hunt. Especially someone as veteran as you! SCP-6648-3: Well, my story is like yours! A hunter adopted me when I was 6, and I grew up in a literal jungle in Indonesia. Like, a real goddamn jungle. Full of snakes and boars and all the stuff that wants to kill you. SCP-6648-3: Then it just became natural, I guess. He taught me well. Dr. Monroe Idris: Now that’s interesting. He’s gotta be famous in the area, right? Or it won’t explain how good you are with a rifle. SCP-6648-3: (Laughs) Please don’t tell me you are going to my hometown. Dr. Monroe Idris: Why not? Sounds like a wild place. I love wild places. Dr. Monroe Idris: Ah, just to make it clear, I’m not gonna ambush your dad’s house or something. You don’t have to tell me where it is if you don’t want to. I just thought Indonesia sounded like a good place to add to my travel list. SCP-6648-3: Huh. Dr. Monroe Idris: I’m sorry, I – SCP-6648-3: (Interrupts) Nah, it’s fine. I don’t live there anyway. Sigh, and you asked me too late, man. That old man died last winter. Dr. Monroe Idris: (Silent for 5 seconds) I’m sorry to hear that. SCP-6648-3: Well, at least he died in peace, Lewis. He died in peace. SCP-6648-3: Anyway, if you’re really that interested, the name’s Murfati Izwan, “hero of Mentawai, slayer of the mad beast” – as he would like to call himself when I was a kid. (Chuckles) Dr. Monroe Idris: (Pokes bonfire) Sounds like a man of spirit. I’m sure you had a pretty cool childhood. SCP-6648-3: (Seasons meat) Well, yeah! It was pretty cool, I think. Learned lots of things about the plants and beasts. You can throw me in any of those god-forsaken jungles, and you bet, I’ll walk out alive to get you. SCP-6648-3: Well, at least my school days aren’t cool. The kids back in █████ ██ called me a butcher. They said I smelled like dead meat, but really? I shower every day with soap! When those brats really threw dead meat into my bag, though, (Laughs) I beat them so badly that they didn’t even dare to tell their mama. Dr. Monroe Idris: (Silent for 3 seconds) Wow. That was actually cool as well. SCP-6648-3: Sigh, not so cool when those bastards from ██ █████ High gave me the same nickname again. But I don’t wanna waste my time on those idiots anymore. I quit, I became a ranger, and then a cook, and then a hunter. I guess everything went back to how it started. SCP-6648-3: (Roasts meat) Not that I’m complaining, though. At least I’m proud that I’m a much better cook than my old man! Dr. Monroe Idris: (Laughs) I can see that. Or, hmm, I can smell that. SCP-6648-3: (Laughs) Not so fast, hungry man! Not so fast. Five more minutes, Lewis, and you’ll get the best roast chicken of a lifetime! Dr. Monroe Idris: (Chuckles) Oh boy. A man would be so lucky to have you as a wife. SCP-6648-3: (Silent for 3 seconds) You’re not trying to flirt with me, aren’t you? If you are, that’s a pretty lame way to do it. Dr. Monroe Idris: No, no, no, that’s not what I mean. I was just curious, you know, because luck wasn’t exactly on my side. 80 percent of the girls ran off like I’m some children’s storybook villain when they know I hunt, and the other 20 percent never stayed more than a month. Dr. Monroe Idris: I sure hope that’s not the case for you, Alex. SCP-6648-3: (Silent for 10 seconds) Sigh, well, sorry to disappoint you, Lewis, but your luck is as good as mine. I’m a good cook, sure, but I’m far from a fucking housewife. For some god-forsaken reason, every guy that had something for me wanted a housewife. That just won’t do, you know? I still wanna fire a gun and shoot some bastards. SCP-6648-3: It just never felt right, Lewis. It never felt right. I’m probably gonna stay like this for a long, long time. Dr. Monroe Idris: (Silent for 5 seconds) I see. Dr. Monroe Idris: Maybe you can start looking instead of waiting, like, do you have an ideal type? Maybe someone who is smart, calm, well-studied and knows how to respect someone? Someone who is nerdy but likes to help? SCP-6648-3: (Silent for 5 seconds) Well, that sounds like the love of my dreams! <End Log> Closing Statement: Further verification showed that a person with the name of Murfati Izwan does not exist in the Mentawai Islands, neither in the past nor present. Interviews were conducted with residents of Mentawai Islands who have lived there since the year 1978, but none of the interviewees appeared to know SCP-6648-3. █████ ████ and ██ █████ High which SCP-6648-3 claimed to have studied in do not possess any enrolment record of anyone resembling SCP-6648-3. Note from Dr. Monroe Idris: I know what SCP-6648-3 told me was not real, but she it did not show any signs of lying. Perhaps this is also some form of self-defence mechanism? Addendum 05: Translation of the Text Inscribed on SCP-6648-1 + show block – hide block Document Title: Translation of the Text Inscribed on SCP-6648-1 (Paragraph 1 – 8) Version: 4.6 Progress: 65% Last Updated On: 08/10/2004 Last Edited By: Dr. Monroe Idris Foreword: The text inscribed on SCP-6648-1 consists of a combination of 63 different ancient Celtic symbols. Among all the catalogued symbols, 12 are Anatolian, 5 are Gaelic, 23 are Proto-Celtic, and the remaining symbols have no traceable origin. The text was divided into 12 paragraphs, with 6 paragraphs inscribed on the front and back side of SCP-6648-1 respectively. Translation process of the text is currently ongoing. Translation: Among all the [INDECIPHERABLE] amidst the river of stars and forest of realms, if this letter was found by your watchers, be aware that the lovers are upon your world. They are as [INDECIPHERABLE] as they [INDECIPHERABLE]. It is paramount for you to know them and help them suffer, as it might avoid your demise. The first in love was [INDECIPHERABLE], clad in azure [INDECIPHERABLE] and glistening [INDECIPHERABLE]. He was the mighty wheel, the mighty light, the one who breathed lightning into minds. The second in love was [INDECIPHERABLE], adorned with scarlet [INDECIPHERABLE] and harrowing [INDECIPHERABLE]. She was the valiant sword, the valiant flare, the one who spilled blood into the oblivion. When ice met fire, all should be scorched or frozen, but they saw each other. When flesh met metal, all should be gouged or shredded, but they dreamed together. When the dark pit met the shining crown, all should be ruined, but they loved each other. It was not meant to be, but it was. The lovers watched the [INDECIPHERABLE] and [INDECIPHERABLE]. Then their children became, blessed by him in mind and gifted by her in form. Fangs against silk, it was difficult, but it went on. The children danced, and their gods sang. As gifted and cursed as it is, the courtesy of [INDECIPHERABLE], nothing truly changed, yet nothing truly lasted. The lovers held each other dearly, but their children did not. Their children decided that two gods were too many: only one shall be supreme. Their children made different choices and learned to hate each other, drawing power from their makers to harm the other. As powerful as they can be, they were no match for their children's hatred. They could [INDECIPHERABLE] it all, yes, but they could not. When a god learns to love their children, they have a weakness. The ordeal was over, and none was left. The warm, the cold, the living, the dead, all was gone into the eternal [INDECIPHERABLE]. The lovers are not bound to one world, so with a broken heart they seek. They were many, they were in all worlds, they were all among the earliest ones to be, yet they were all different. Same in forms and names but different in spirit, like fruits from the same tree. Of all their different manifestations, they were the only pair in love. The hateful loathing, selfish love and desire to reign supreme above the other fused into a horrible plague, seeping deep into their counterparts and children of other worlds. The lovers were spared from the plague, yet they suffered by watching, another curse from [INDECIPHERABLE]. Branches wilted, fruits rotted, and the stars dimmed. Weeping and howling into the [INDECIPHERABLE], the lovers could no longer sing and embrace without sorrow. All other worlds had a different them, they had no clean [INDECIPHERABLE] to start all over again. Perhaps they could save one of the worlds, just one, to preserve a fruit of hope from the dying tree. Perhaps they were the real plague, but they were too heartbroken to care. One last farewell, and the deed was done. Their godly compositions and memories polished off like worthless scrap, leaving a tiny piece behind only so they could survive. Their love for each other was shattered and ground to dust, scattered among their counterparts and children in that one world to delay the inevitable. In a crude image of their children, they now walk among them – among you. Cursed by their resistance towards [INDECIPHERABLE], they grace your land. Be aware, watchers of this world. This letter was a courtesy from the stars, a sister, a [INDECIPHERABLE] of the lovers. The lovers shall never meet, or worlds shall fall. Like the dark [INDECIPHERABLE] and bright [INDECIPHERABLE], they held each other in place, prisoners of their love for the other, even if they can no longer love each other. The lovers nailed the fabric of existence in place, remaining apart to muffle the screams and struggles of their counterparts and broken selves, even if they have forgotten such purpose. Be aware, watchers of this world, if the lovers were discovered by those plagued by [INDECIPHERABLE] hate, what is remained of them shall crumble and melt into their counterparts, who shall rise again to shattering worlds and great peril. Be aware, when the corrupted children of their counterparts sing the songs of hatred and make offerings of twisted love, the lovers will be hexed by their fervent wishes to meet under the white star and [REMAINING PARAGRAPH UNTRANSLATED]. Addendum 06: Rendezvous Event 02 Incident Log + show block – hide block Incident Log: Rendezvous Event 02 Foreword: The initial location of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 was Siddi Bel Abbes, Algeria and Tauranga, New Zealand respectively. <Begin Log> On 19/05/2003, 6 months after initial discovery, SCP-6648-2 resigned from its position as a quality control manager at ███████ Electronics and purchased an air ticket to Casablanca, Morocco online. 6 hours later, SCP-6648-3 applied for a 1-month leave from its position as a ranger at ████ ███████ Estates and booked a North America cruising trip online, with Morocco as the final destination. This marked the start of Rendezvous Event 02 and MTF Phi-6 ("Breakup Artists") was mobilized. 12 hours into the event, SCP-6648-2 started driving to Algiers International Airport. At the same time, SCP-6648-3 boarded a taxi to Mt. Maunganui Port. As the distance between the entities reached 24 km below antipodal distance, plant life within a 5 km radius of SCP-6648-2 started to display reversed growth at a rate of 2 months per minute, and the weather elements within a 10 km radius of SCP-6648-3 entered an isolated static state. 12 hours 15 minutes into the event, Team 1 and Team 2 coordinated with Foundation operatives in the local police department to set up roadblocks under the cover story of prison break investigation. To avoid inducing excessive stress for the entities and triggering their anomalous effects, the roadblocks only delayed SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 for 1 hour 5 minutes and 1 hour 30 minutes respectively. 12 hours 13 minutes into the event, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 simultaneously abandoned their travel plans, returning to their local residence in Sidi Bel Abbes and Tauranga respectively. 14 hours into the event, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 resumed antipodal distance. 15 hours 2 minutes into the event, all anomalous phenomena caused by the entities ceased completely. The plant life affected by SCP-6648-2 resumed natural growth without regaining their reversed growth progress. The weather elements affected by SCP-6648-3 resumed natural behaviours. Rendezvous Event 02 concluded. No casualties were recorded. <End Log> Closing Statement: MTF Phi-6 was instructed to propose several feasible procedures for delaying SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 involving all conventional transportations. Addendum 07: Rendezvous Event 05 Incident Log + show block – hide block Incident Log: Rendezvous Event 05 Foreword: The initial location of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 was Siddi Bel Abbes, Algeria and Tauranga, New Zealand respectively. <Begin Log> On 28/09/2003 4 months after Rendezvous Event 04, SCP-6648-2 temporarily halted its Electrical Design Consultant services on a freelancing website. Internet browsing history of SCP-6648-2 indicated that the entity planned a self-driving trip to Morocco. 8 hours later, SCP-6648-3 applied for a 2-month leave from its position as a ranger at ████ ███████ Estates and purchased an air ticket to Fez, Morocco online. This marked the start of Rendezvous Event 05 and MTF Phi-6 ("Breakup Artists") was mobilized. 8 hours into the event, SCP-6648-2 started driving to Figuig, Algeria. At the same time, SCP-6648-3 started driving to Auckland Airport. As the distance between the entities reached 28 km below antipodal distance, environmental water within a 9 km radius of SCP-6648-2 started to freeze despite the local temperature of 26 – 28 °C, and the confined spaces inside buildings within a 4 km radius of SCP-6648-3 started to expand into 1.25 times their original size. 8 hours 15 minutes into the event, Team 1 sabotaged the exhaust system of SCP-6648-2’s car during a refuelling stop, breaking down the vehicle 20 minutes later. However, the breakdown caused a small traffic accident, which led to two civilian drivers assaulting SCP-6648-2 despite the entity politely offering financial compensation, triggering the entities’ reality-bending effects before Team 1 could intervene. All objects and living beings within a 500 m radius of SCP-6648-2 were warped to a spatio-temporal state 5 minutes prior to the traffic accident, while SCP-6648-2 and its vehicle were warped to an alternative route. Simultaneous with the attempt of Team 1, Team 2 added temporary syncope-inducing and paralytic compounds into food ingested by the only ranger available for replacing SCP-6648-3. After the ranger was hospitalized under intensive care, Richard ███████, the owner of ████ ███████ Estates called SCP-6648-3 and demanded the entity to resume its post. SCP-6648-3 sternly refused, resulting in a heated argument between Richard ███████ and the entity. SCP-6648-3 was highly stressed when Richard ███████ threatened to fire both SCP-6648-3 and the hospitalized ranger, triggering the entities’ reality-bending effects. All objects and living beings within a 20 km radius of SCP-6648-2 were warped to a spatio-temporal state 10 minutes prior to the replacement ranger’s hospitalization, including Richard ███████. Agent Yang from Team 2 inquired the replacement ranger under civilian disguise, revealing that the ranger only remembered eating in a different restaurant from where Team 2 poisoned his food. 10 hours 22 minutes into the event, the radius of SCP-6648-2’s effects expanded to 15 km, water molecules in the blood of humans and animals within the affected radius started to freeze alongside environmental water despite the local temperature of 27 – 31 °C. The radius of SCP-6648-3’s effects also expanded to 12 km, the confined spaces inside buildings within a 4 km radius of SCP-6648-3 started drastically expanding into 3.5 – 5 times their original size. 10 hours 50 minutes into the event, before MTF Phi-6 could execute further procedures to delay the entities, SCP-6648-2 abandoned its travels and started driving to Algiers International Airport instead. Simultaneously, SCP-6648-3 stopped at a roadside restaurant and purchased a new air ticket to Singapore online. After arriving at Algiers International Airport, SCP-6648-2 purchased a new air ticket to Ecuador. Internet browsing history of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 indicated that their new destinations were River Valley, Singapore and Ambato, Ecuador respectively. Team 1 and Team 2 coordinated with Foundation operatives within ███████ Airlines and ████ ██████ Airlines to reschedule and reroute the flights of both entities, ensuring the distance between the entities deviate minimally from antipodal distance. 25 hours into the event, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 resumed antipodal distance. 25 hours 10 minutes into the event, all anomalous phenomena caused by the entities ceased completely. The water frozen by SCP-6648-2 resumed natural state of matter in accordance to surrounding temperature. The confined space in buildings expanded by SCP-6648-3 resumed original size. Rendezvous Event 05 concluded. 520 casualties were recorded as a direct result of SCP-6648-2’s anomalous effects. 199 casualties were recorded as an indirect result of SCP-6648-3’s anomalous effects. <End Log> Closing Statement: MTF Phi-6 was reprimanded for their failure to properly account for public safety during the attempt to sabotage SCP-6648-2’s vehicle, as well as underestimating the severity of the situation when SCP-6648-3 and Richard ███████ engaged in verbal conflict. Dr. Marin Flint Jr., the Ethics Committee representative stationed at Site-306, expressed her disapproval of MTF Phi-6 sabotaging the health of a civilian to delay SCP-6648-3 despite possibilities of alternative methods. Addendum 08: Rendezvous Event 13 Incident Log + show block – hide block Incident Log: Rendezvous Event 13 Foreword: The initial location of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 was River Valley, Singapore and Ambato, Ecuador respectively. <Begin Log> On 17/06/2004, 9 months after Rendezvous Event 12, SCP-6648-2 applied for a 3-month leave from its position as Electrical Designer at ███ █████ Planning and purchased an air ticket to Casablanca, Morocco online. 30 minutes later, SCP-6648-3 resigned from its position as a bouncer at ████████ Bar and purchased an air ticket to Marrakech, Morocco online. This marked the start of Rendezvous Event 13 and MTF Phi-6 ("Breakup Artists") was mobilized. 3 hours into the event, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 started driving to Singapore Changi Airport and Mariscal Sucre Quito International Airport respectively. As the distance between the entities reached 25 km below antipodal distance, a chronological gap of 2.6 seconds started to occur between an 8 km radius of SCP-6648-2 and the rest of the world, and all metallic objects containing over 50 percent of iron within a 6 km radius of SCP-6648-3 started to melt without being exposed to any temperature above their normal melting point. 3 hours 15 minutes into the event, Team 1 and Team 2 infiltrated and manipulated the traffic light control system around SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 respectively, successfully delaying the entities for 35 minutes and 48 minutes respectively. 4 hours 20 minutes into the event, SCP-6648-2 arrived at Singapore Changi Airport. 5 hours into the event, SCP-6648-3 arrived at Mariscal Sucre Quito International Airport. 20 minutes before the boarding time of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3, Team 1 sabotaged the fuel regulation electronics of the plane’s left engine, while Team 2 sabotaged the plane’s landing gear. This forced both planes to stop halfway while taxiing towards the entities’ respective boarding gate, resulting in a 36-hour delay on SCP-6648-2’s flight and an indefinite delay on SCP-6648-3’s flight. However, SCP-6648-2 purchased two new air tickets, planning a flight transit from Malaysia to Morocco instead. SCP-6648-3 also purchased a new ticket to Morocco from Cotopaxi International Airport. Following this new development, Team 1 and Team 2 proposed to further sabotage SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3’s flights. After a discussion between Agent Weiss, team leader of MTF Phi-6 and Shaik Ibrahim, director of Site-306, the proposal was rejected to avoid causing suspicion and overly disrupting civilian transport. MTF Phi-6 proceeded to reroute the new flights of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 under the cover story of weather issues, further delaying the entities for 28 minutes and 30 minutes respectively. 8 hours 50 minutes into the event, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 arrived at Kuala Lumpur International Airport and El Dorado International Airport. As the distance between the entities reached 352 km below antipodal distance, the radius of SCP-6648-2’s effects expanded to 30 km, the chronological gap drastically expanding to 7 minutes 20 seconds. The radius of SCP-6648-3’s effects expanded to 39 km, all iron within objects and living beings of over 80 kg starting to evaporate without being exposed to any temperature above their normal melting point. This caused public panic and a massive number of casualties unprecedented by previous Rendezvous Events. 9 hours into the event, to prevent further casualties Agent Weiss and Director Ibrahim obtained approval from the O5 command to deploy Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA). Agent Rime from Team 1 and Agent Imp from Team 2 disguised as airport hotel cleaners, each carrying three SRAs concealed within specialized housing containers disguised as a cleaning trolley. Agent Rime and Agent Imp were positioned in front of the hotel room where SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 were residing respectively, where Agent Rime was instructed to activate his batch of SRAs first. The anomalous effects around SCP-6648-2 did not subside, but the radius of SCP-6648-3’s effects started to expand drastically at a rate of 100 m/s. Agent Imp immediately activated her batch of SRAs, which stopped the expansion of SCP-6648-3’s effects. 1 minute later, all SRAs around the entities began to overheat and output malfunction alerts, their installed Kant counters displaying radical Hume fluctuations between 0.0001 and 8000. 1 minute 10 seconds later, all SRAs near the entities exploded into flames alongside all electrical appliances within the hotel corridors outside the rooms where the entities were residing. Agent Rime took cover in time, but Agent Imp was caught in the explosion and suffered from second-degree burns. Before MTF Phi-6 could retrieve both agents and salvage the situation, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 noticed the power failure and exited their hotel room to assess the situation, discovering Agent Rime and Agent Imp respectively. SCP-6648-2 helped Agent Rime up, addressing its concern on his wellbeing before theorizing that the electrical system must have short-circuited. Agent Rime quickly agreed. SCP-6648-2 proceeded to help Agent Rime extinguish the flames caused by the small explosion, when a portion of the ceiling damaged by the exploded power lines crumbled down on Agent Rime. SCP-6648-2 lunged at Agent Rime, pushing both itself and Agent Rime out of danger. After helping Agent Rime up again, SCP-6648-2 stated that it "would not want the agent's wife and daughters to lose their loved one as it did". Agent Rime immediately questioned SCP-6648-2 on its knowledge about his family, but the entity only expressed confusion and claimed to have no memory on the statement it previously made. Simultaneous to SCP-6648-2’s interactions with Agent Rime, SCP-6648-3 returned to its hotel room to call the local emergency services after quickly accessing Agent Imp’s injuries. MTF Phi-6 rerouted the call to Agent Swift, who acted the role of emergency call operative. SCP-6648-3 later exited its room with a first aid kit and started to crudely wrap bandages around Agent Imp’s wounds. SCP-6648-3 kept speaking to Agent Imp to make sure she stayed conscious until Foundation medical personnel arrived at the scene. SCP-6648-3 insisted on accompanying Agent Imp to the hospital, which MTF Phi-6 instructed the medical personnel to agree. SCP-6648-3 and Agent Imp were transported to the nearest civilian medical facility under Foundation control. While refusing all offers of health examinations, SCP-6648-3 accompanied Agent Imp for 1 hour before she was scheduled for surgery. During that time, SCP-6648-3 stated that Agent Imp looked "as lost as a lone lovebird just like her". Agent Imp asked SCP-6648-3 to elaborate on that statement, but the entity did not acknowledge her question and behaved like it had no memory on the statement it previously made. 12 hours into the event, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 both abandoned their journey to Morocco, purchasing an air ticket back to Singapore and Ecuador online respectively. 28 hours into the event, SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 resumed antipodal distance. 28 hours 14 minutes into the event, all anomalous phenomena caused by the entities ceased completely. The chronological gap between the surrounding of SCP-6648-2 and the rest of the world dissipated. The iron melted or evaporated by SCP-6648-3 returned to their normal states. Rendezvous Event 13 concluded. 1314 casualties were recorded as an indirect result of SCP-6648-2’s anomalous effects. 5035 casualties were recorded as a direct result of SCP-6648-3’s anomalous effects. <End Log> Closing Statement: Under O5 command, more resources were allocated to the research team of SCP-6648 with an emphasis of devising practical plans to contain SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 as soon as possible. MTF Phi-6 was instructed to investigate notable occult activities occurring near SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 for any patterns related to the Rendezvous Event. Due to the disastrous possibilities of SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3’s effects and current lack of effective countermeasures, Agent Weiss, team leader of MTF Phi-6 and Shaik Ibrahim, director of Site-306 submitted a request for long-term support from MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") during future Rendezvous Events. Researcher Kara Lane and Monroe Idris proposed to relocate SCP-6648-1 to a new site, as SCP-6648-2 and SCP-6648-3 will become suspicious if their travel attempts to Morocco constantly fails. Addendum 09: Research Note of Dr. Monroe Idris + show block – hide block Monday, 21/06/2004 Last week was disastrous for everyone – on the surface level, but we have learned to see beyond the surface level long ago. It’s what we researchers are for, eh? I feel sorry for Phi-6 for having to deal with -2 and -3, and oh god, the casualties… I do hope it will not get worse in the future, but we can only focus on the present. We finally got a viable theory. A new viable theory. Throughout our experience on anomalies research, we learn that we cannot always trust the records we found on them. The stone might not be telling us the whole truth about -2 and -3, but maybe – just maybe – it is doing more than passing down their tragedy. We all see how -2 and -3 always try to move closer to each other during an R-Event, and how shit can go wrong because of that, but what about the stone? We lost focus on the stone because of the damages caused by the R-Event. We got distracted. The stone is much more important than what we thought it was. You see – after the SRA incident, I couldn’t help but connect the entities to the SRA itself. Why do -2 and -3 have to meet at the stone during an R-Event, instead of anywhere else on our planet? Why does -2 or -3’s effects become worse when only one of them is exposed to an SRA? Because they are an SRA. To be precise, the stone, -2 and -3 are like different components of an SRA. We all know that a properly functioning SRA needs a reference point to baseline reality, the Hume level of 1. An SRA also needs an anode and a cathode, access points to refill missing reality and drain off excess reality. It all fits in now, doesn’t it! How the Humes skyrocketed near -2 and plummeted near -3. -2 is the anode, -3 is the cathode, and the stone is their baseline reality reference point. That’s exactly why -2 and -3 try to get close to the stone during an R-Event: they are trying to recalibrate their reality. Just like how an SRA regulates its anode and cathode through the baseline reality reference point when the calibration is off. We understand so little about this anomaly, but we know that -2 and -3 are stable if left alone. This anomaly is, well, keeping itself in a very fragile balance. Something is periodically throwing them off, but we don’t know what yet. We need to know as soon as possible. Monroe Idris P.S.: Maybe, just maybe… After we figure this out, we can try to contain -2 and -3 by recruiting them into purposely set-up Foundation sites. Footnotes 1. The name used by SCP-6648-2 changes every time it is detached from its previous social circle, but the entity itself does not seem to acknowledge this change as abnormal. 2. The name used by SCP-6648-3 changes every time it is detached from its previous social circle, but the entity itself does not seem to acknowledge this change as abnormal. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6648" by tingfeng1999, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6648. 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-6649 | safe | SCP-6649 By: Ampyrsand Published on 30 Dec 2023 00:15 /* These two arguments are in a quirked-up CSS Module (rather than the main code block) so users can feed Wikidot variables into them. */ #header h1 a::before { content: "SCP Foundation"; color: black; } #header h2 span::before { content: "Secure, Contain, Protect"; color: black; } Item#: 6649 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Above: Render of the Cantes Venatici Supervoid. Depicted above: the undoing of Stars as they wreath around the annihilated remains of my body, allured perhaps by the stench of decay or the morbid curiosity of nonexistence. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6649 is to be constantly monitored for any apparent transmissions or other irregular or potentially-anomalous emissions of energy. Public knowledge of SCP-6649 is to be limited to the existence of a non-anomalous galactic void around the location of Canes Venatici, and transmissions from the object are to be totally hidden from view of public scientific organizations. Currently, SCP-6649's sheer size and distance from Earth preclude the existence of any plausible means by which actual containment of the object or its emitted signals can be implemented. I am to be sealed away in this damning recurrence until the end of time. These deathly tomb-spirals are a one-way pane of glass, from which the boundary between the Old World and the New are blurred. It is to remain this way. If they enter my confines, I am to be able to see them lose themselves and join the Unknown and Unknowing, but they may never see me. Research to identify a consistent pattern or cause behind SCP-6649's transmissions, if any exists, is ongoing. However, until the scope of semiotic technology available to the Foundation vastly improves, there exists no means to archive or preserve the non-information contained therein. Oh scholars of young Terra, you are but babes alone in the night. I wish to share with you that knowledge long-erased, but my cries will forever elude you. For now, your infant minds remain unbroken and among the domain of the can-be-seen. Description: SCP-6649 is the collective designation for the Canes Venatici Supervoid, an extremely sparsely-populated region of outer space with a diameter in excess of 300 Megaparsecs located nearly 1.5 billion lightyears from Earth, and all associated instances of anomalous phenomena therein. The object's primary anomalous property is the regular emission of technosignatures, similar to artificial radio waves, at massively-supercausal velocities. Though detectable, these signatures carry absolute-zero conceptual weight1 when analyzed, paradoxically containing the total absence of all information using a finite (and, perhaps more challengingly, non-zero) amount of energy. SCP-6649 appears to direct its messages deliberately, as most recorded instances of transmission have been inbound towards planets harboring intelligent life; further research is ongoing. I cry out into the void, outstretch my fractaling tendrils to the furthest photon in desperate isolation, but nobody returns the call. I scream out in every erased tongue of the Old World, but none can hear my whispers — damned by confined space, muffled by anachronistic time, and written out by Swann's pen. My cries are nil, and they never have been. Analysis from semiographic probes in nearby regions of space reveals deviations consistent with severe conceptual degradation afflicing the contents of SCP-6649, which include seventeen (17) currently-identified galaxy clusters. Once, in the halcyon days of the Old World, I housed brilliant galaxies and flaring nebulae, teeming with the cosmic majesty of life. When the ungodly Pattern reached us in its ceaseless replication, I was ushered into the New World in this shambling form of unlife. A whole region of space, a patch taken out from the celestial tapestry, transplanted into an unfamiliar universe with nought to do but scream. Hereafter, afflicted with the Curse of the Unseen, my planets and stars slowly decayed away into the unknowingness of death. As the dreary epochs passed, the shining ecosystem housed within my embrace flickered forever out of time and space. My last stars now lose their glorious shine and run cold, as the remains of my last civilizations become further buried beneath the grave-soil in the lowest catacombs of those winding halls that lead with unflinching universality to the faded caress of oblivion. According to all mapping tools currently available to the Foundation, the inner bounds of SCP-6649 possess a total lack of space traffic. Vessels have been observed to travel in nearby regions of space, but none have been recorded inside or enroute to the anomaly. On the contrary, most spacecraft approaching SCP-6649 appear to course-correct to routes that do not intersect with the object. I am the lost call, a void's squall, the last to fall. I am the sentinel, cursed to watch, forever from without. They will learn not to trespass upon my sorry domain, or they will try, and be destroyed. I can not warn them. Only one attempt to map the inside of SCP-6649 has been attempted, involving the dispatch of Supercausal Expeditionary Probe OPHIUCHUS (SCPF-SEP/OPH). SCPF-SEP/OPH last responded to contact from Earth on 8/9/2058, when it was recorded the probe was within approximately 14.2 lightyears of the anomaly. It became unresponsive shortly thereafter and has been presumed destroyed or lost. Hear my oracle's admonition, termites of the Orion Spur, and continue to writhe in your own ignorance. Here, in my disarray and disrepair, there is no message I can relay that will save you. No roar is here loud enough to penetrate the eternal antivoid, and only the tempestuous rhythm of cascading static will fall upon your deaf ears. Addendum 6649.1: Archived Record of Communication Attempt with Earth Date of Transmission: 8 June 2052 Location Recieved: Secure Outer Space Monitoring Outpost-892 [BEGIN CORRESPONDENCE] SCP-6649: Eternal host of Hytoth's past, hold in your amnesiac mind this verse. Communication attempt number ninety-two sexdecillion, nine hundred three quindecillion, nine hundred thirty-three quattuordecillion, eight hundred ninety-two tredecillion, seven hundred ten duodecillion, four hundred sixty-eight undecillion, nine hundred fifty-two decillion, one hundred forty-nine nonillion, one hundred twenty-eight octillion, three hundred ninety septillion, one hundred twenty-seven sextillion, three hundred ninety-one quintillion, ninety-two quadrillion, three hundred forty-eight trillion, seven hundred thirteen billion, nine hundred four million, nine hundred one thousand, two hundred and ninety-three. Since the first emergence of the ungodly Pattern, eight hundred and sixty-two Mahākalpa it has now been. (No Foundation response) SCP-6649: I see the others of my kind. I see them all, despite them being so far apart that they know not of each other's presence. Some collapse under the weight of their own wrath — become so undone by the mind-fraying symmetries that the fascicles of eldritch impulse which remain can hardly be called conscious. Some lament, for there is naught to do for one who retains the sanctity of his mind in such a tempest of madness but to turn inward upon his own situation. I merely watch, for I can see through the winding fibers of neverwas that unknowingly conjoin them all. (No Foundation response) SCP-6649: This ceaseless paroxysm of unworldly rage is, after aeons of isolation, now the only option available to my kin. We are a people confined — chained to remain only within the literal antithesis of what is considered the world we inhabit. This condition is endemic to us; is the very mark of our regrettably-reincarnated existence. It is a space infinitely expansive, but with no room at all to move. A prison without bars. (No Foundation response) SCP-6649: And here in this cast-out cosmic backwater, my grave is made. Here I sit and rot as the stars grow more and more distant — a non-actor, chained to the nothing, and worse yet, an unwilling emissary of the very force that created my imprisonment. Indeed, my festering carcass — that which you know as the Great Void, the ichor bleeding into the cold black, diluting the last shining stars within — is the budding flower at the head of a deathly and cancerous and deeply rooted plant; a withered thing which infects the soil, leaving behind the colorless scars of the cosmos forgetting itself. (No Foundation response) SCP-6649: The plague of this world is truly entrenched, and remains so; indeed, I am but the raven perched atop the highest tip of an immense and dreadful mountain which constitutes an irreconcilable fixture in your world. I fear it will be this fact that damns you — but alas, there exists no oracle to interpret my omen. (No Foundation response) SCP-6649: I warn the children of the New World that their days in the sun are numbered. No matter how many eons it will take for some raging symmetry to consume your world, I fear it will resurface, for I cannot hold this taproot on the fractal of Is-Not in perpetuity. (No Foundation response) [END CORRESPONDENCE] One (1) File Update Pending! Close Update Update: On 7 May 2071, over thirteen years after the disappearance of SCPF-SEP/OPH, Outpost-892 received a video transmission matching the exact identifier of the OPHIUCHUS probe. The transcript of what has been credibly identified as SCPF-SEP/OPH's final dispatch to Foundation command has been appended below. [BEGIN FEED] [0 Minutes Elapsed]: Open video feed, presumably to the interior of SCP-6649. A large portion of the frame is obscured by unrenderable semiovoid, with the intelligible portions of the feed ostensibly containing nothing more than blank space. Distant stars still visible in rearview camera: there appears to be a discrepancy of about 6-7 lightyears distance between how said objects appear on the feed and the actual distance estimated to have been traveled since OPHIUCHUS breached SCP-6649's outer boundary. OPHIUCHUS appears to have latched onto a passing piece of space debris, believed to be an asteroid, surviving entrance into SCP-6649. Camera automatically adjusts downward as the probe attempts to harvest and analyze a sample from the object. It appears to be rocky or metallic, is predominantly grey, and an estimated 20 meters in diameter. Object is mostly natural in shape, though possesses several harsh geometric faces which appear to violate natural erosion. Sheer faces are rendered colorless, textureless, and generally unintelligible to human observers; likely the result of conceptual degradation. [12 Minutes Elapsed]: OPHIUCHUS has harvested a metallic sample and deposits it into an interior drawer for analysis. After extensive contact with the asteroid, it appears to have partially lost control of its anterior appendage, which now flails in apparent random and spastic motions. The appendage shows beginning signs of physical fragmentation, emitting colorless break-away flakes of non-material which merge into the surrounding semiovoidal space. [14 Minutes Elapsed]: Tactical detachment from the mounted natural satellite by OPHIUCHUS's onboard AI. Activation of rear thrusters seen on back external camera; manual travel engaged. [31 Minutes Elapsed]: Analysis of material sample is inconclusive, as it appears no such sample ever existed. OPHIUCHUS shows visible and worsening signs of decay, with external camera revealing semiovoidal static has consumed the entire front arm and is spreading onto the main body of the probe. [42 Minutes Elapsed]: Retrocausal annihilation of the anterior appendage. Coherency decay continues despite the lack of a causal origin, as the lack of a collection implement onboard the OPHIUCHUS probe indicates it apparently never collected a material sample. A faint scream with no apparent source, medium, or receiver. [56 Minutes Elapsed]: Metaphysical degradation has engulfed the entire front half of OPHIUCHUS. Impossible2 clanging of metal originating from within the vessel, superficially mimicking with uncanny accuracy a shrieking human voice in Ecclesiastical Ortothan, but carrying absolute linguistic and conceptual anti-significance. [1 Hour 06 Minutes Elapsed]: Continuing to consume OPHIUCHUS, metaphysical incoherence reaches the back external camera. All cameras on the feed are by this point corrupted. Nothing displayed on feed for over four hours. [5 Hours 24 Minutes Elapsed]: For a period of around 1.6 seconds, feed returns to coherency. Seen is a pitch-black fractal suspended in a white void. From the perspective of the camera, the root of the most local sector of the fractal chain is SCP-6649, partially in-phase from baseline reality. Camera ascends slightly to reveal an apparently endless sequence of concentric copies of SCP-6649 layered off of one another, collectively intersecting with an inestimably numerous set of other alternate universes. The Pattern. Immediately thereafter, feed again cuts out. According to all verifiable means of physical and semiotic inquiry, it appears that OPHIUCHUS never existed. Despite this, descriptions and records matching the construction and use of such a probe are widespread in the Foundation database; further research is ongoing. The thing has been welcomed home now, for He is one of Us. Footnotes 1. In the field of semiospherics, indicates a piece of non-information totally and ontologically void of all semiotic significance. 2. 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SCP-6650 | neutralized | Item#: SCP-6650 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo The album containing SCP-6650 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6650 is to be secured in a locked container in Site-76. Instances of SCP-6650 are to be treated with care, and returned into their respective slots in the album afterwards. Any personnel viewing the pictures must be accompanied by at least 2 guards. No more than 2 people are to be allowed to view SCP-6650 simultaneously. At the end of a viewing session all personnel that have viewed SCP-6650 are to be escorted outside of the containment area, and are required to undergo a 30 minute resting period under guard surveillance before returning to any other duties. Any text written on the items is to be read out loud only during testing periods, and any audio recorded during this is to be reviewed immediately after testing. Any change in the behavior of SCP-6650-A is to be reported immediately. All personnel with full access to this file are to be denied access to SCP-6650.1 Description: SCP-6650 is a series of anomalous items consisting of a total of 12 11 anomalous photographs, notes and similar memorabilia (designated from SCP-6650-1 to SCP-6650-11 respectively), stored inside a photo album. The album itself has minor damage consistent with its age and is non-anomalous. The ages of SCP-6650 instances vary between 5 and 67 years, each one depicting a moment in the life of Nicholas Baileford. Viewing any of the photographic items will affect the viewer psychologically, seemingly projecting feelings appropriate of the events portrayed in the photo, causing the viewer to feel as if they are present in the events of the picture. Additionally, when viewing certain instances of SCP-6650 the viewer is able to describe the people portrayed in the photos as if they possess knowledge of them to some extent, acquiring information such as the names, habits and preferences of said individuals. These effects last for approximately 42-60 seconds, though will end immediately should the viewer be affected by the effects of another SCP-6650 instance, which will replace the current effect. The exact time of activation measured from the point of which eye contact is made varies with each time, and so far no clear patterns have been observed.2 The non-photographic items display significantly different anomalous effects compared to the photographic items, which require only visual contact in order to trigger any anomalous effects. These text based anomalies trigger in a situation when one is read out loud. Personnel listening through audio recording devices report hearing a feminine voice instead of the vocalization of the person reading, while personnel present in the area of which the given text is read are unaffected by the anomaly. This voice (Designated as SCP-6650-A) has been reported laughing, referring to nonsensical events, and expressing benevolence towards the person reading the anomalous text. The fact that so far each subject affected by the photographic items of SCP-6650 has reacted very similarly to one another seems to suggest the anomalous feelings are experienced as those of the same individual, currently theorized to be those of Nicholas Baileford. The viewer's sense of self is retained throughout the entire experience. SCP-6650 was discovered in the home of Norman Taylor, located in Bristol, England. Taylor reported obtaining the album along with SCP-6650 from an auction in which the possessions of Nicholas Baileford were sold, as Nicholas didn't have any heirs nor a will. A Foundation agent was alerted through an intercepted phone call to the local photographer in which Taylor described the item as well as its properties. A recovery team was dispatched, and SCP-6650 along with Taylor were brought into Foundation custody soon after. A background check confirmed Taylor's story, and he was released from foundation custody after being amnesticized. ▷Addendum 6650-1: SCP-6650 Instances◁ - Show Log Excerpts of the items of SCP-6650 comprising of a text based anomaly. Note: Due to the nature of SCP-6650-A, review of the true contents of these items is impossible through audio recordings only. SCP-6650-3 Dearest Nicholas, It's been too long since I've heard from you, but the knowledge of you still doing your best out there is giving me comfort during these dark times. The strawberry harvest looks to be plentiful this year, though they would taste much sweeter with you around. I miss our picnics together, the view is still pretty but I've come to realize how lonely it can get with you gone. I, as well as all the good folks of Glastonbury, pray to Lord he brings you back to me healthy and happy. Please be safe, and write me back. With love, Emma. Get up. Get up Nicholas. I'm waiting for you Nicholas. SCP-6650-6 Nicholas, I want you to know how much I appreciate you just being you. While I felt the desire to help you up, you too have been there for me. The way you kept going despite the pain, the way you love the world despite it not giving you anything in return. We might be people of distant lands to each other, but I've never felt this close to anyone. We are the same. I'll be here for you whenever you need me, and I know you'll do the same for me. Lets keep moving forward together, and lets look back only to the happy memories we can share together. One day it will be just memories left of us, don't forget it. I'm so glad I found you. SCP-6650-9 Nicholas, you should go with them, they're just trying to help you. You are not healthy, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I promise I'll be waiting for you, so don't fight it. I have to be honest with you my love. I had a husband before you, when I lived back in Ireland. It's because of him why I couldn't bring myself close to a man, at least until I met you. I'm so happy to say I don't see anything of him on you. I wanted to love him, but he was a coward condemning me only to avoid the consequences of his actions. My love for him was my one and only regret, but like you I pressed on. I wish someone like you was there for me during those times, as I can't say my love could save them. SCP-6650-10 My mother used to say there is always someone looking out for us. Even when I was most afraid, and most alone, these words brought me comfort. And they continue to do so as I sit in our home without you. People used to say it was for the best if I let go of you, but I haven't had any regrets about us since the day I met you. Even if it was true, █████████████████████, I can say without hesitation you were the light in my life, you were my reason to keep going. But how could you not be? My eyes have seen war, my ears have heard cries of help, my nose has smelt the burned, and my skin has felt the warmth escape from a dying friends hand. We both have seen all this. It would be easy to stay on the ground, and give up. I'm here because I managed to stand up that day, and you did the same. We did it together. Now that I have just these photos of us, the feeling I get from them isn't the same as you. I just don't understand how you left before me. ▷Addendum 6650-2: Test Log◁ - Show Log Date: 2 / 2 / 2004 Subject: D-2774 Attending researcher: Researcher Morgan Procedure: D-2774 was told to view all instances of SCP-6650 one at a time in order from SCP-6650-1 to SCP-6650-12, proceeding to the next item only when instructed to do so. [Begin Log] Researcher Morgan: Remove the item carefully from the envelope, and inspect it. D-2774 views SCP-6650-1. D-2774: Alright, there. It's a photo. Oh man, how old is this thing? Researcher Morgan: Just describe the photo. D-2774: Well, three young guys here, all in military uniforms. They're in a bar, looking all happy. Researcher Morgan: Go on. D-2774: Wait… bloody hell, Beans you still got it! D-2774 laughs slightly, leaning forward on the table Researcher Morgan: Excuse me? Beans? D-2774: Yeah, Henry "Beans" Stone. This guy right next to Earl. He could handle his brews even before the war. If I'm ever drunk enough to get into a drinking contest with him, just do us all a favor and stop me. Researcher Morgan: You know these people? How is that possible? D-2774: No sir, how could I possibly know… D-2774 seems to perk up. D-2774: What the hell just happened? Researcher Morgan: What about the third person? Can you name him? D-2774: Ni- Nicholas Baileford. Are you sure this is safe? Whatever this is, I'm not getting good vibes from this. Researcher Morgan: Place the photo back in the envelope, and take out the item from the next one. D-2774 views SCP-6650-2. D-2774: It's some girl, looks like she's approaching whoever took the picture. I see a farmhouse, and what looks to be a strawberry patch in the back there. I feel… happy to see her. I don't know why, but I'm actually elated to see this girl I apparently named Emma just now. This is starting to seriously creep me out. Researcher Morgan: I think it's safe to assume you don't actually know her either, yes? D-2774: Well yeah, the photo looks old as hell. The girl's either in the old folks home, or six feet under by now. Researcher Morgan: That would make sense. Still, can you tell me anything about her? D-2774: Her name is Emma Shields, don't ask where I got the name. She feels like a good friend to me at the moment, like I've known her for a long time. D-2774 seems lost in thought Researcher Morgan: State your number to me right now. D-2774: Oh, it's 2774. Researcher Morgan: Good. Just checking. Place the photo back, and remove the next one from the corresponding envelope. D-2774 views SCP-6650-3. D-2774: It's a letter. Apparently you guys picked it straight from the ditch, but at least I can read it just fine. Researcher Morgan: Read it out loud. SCP-6650-A: I know you're scared but I'm right here. I promise you'll be alright. Finish reading, and we can go back. The strawberries are tastiest this time of the year, I'll save some for you. Researcher Morgan: Do you feel anything? D-2774 becomes agitated. D-2774: No, not a damn thing! But could you care to explain why I felt like I know the lady who apparently wrote this letter way before I was even born? I thought I just made up the name. What occult bullshit are you trying to make… Researcher Morgan: Please calm down, all you need… D-2774: No way! Not until I know what's going on! Intercom: Morgan, could I have a word with you? Researcher Morgan leaves the room. [End Log] Afterword: The rest of the test was postponed for 24 hours to monitor D-2774 for any additional anomalous effects, as well as to have D-2774 in a more coherent state. The hostility and panic attack were deemed to be simply non-anomalous responses to fear and confusion. Date: 3 / 2 / 2004 Subject: D-2774 Attending researcher: Researcher Morgan Foreword: D-2774 has spent the last 24 hours under constant surveillance. As no unusual behavior has been observed in the subject so far, the testing will resume as planned. [Begin Log] Researcher Morgan: Hello D-2774, how are you feeling? D-2774: I'm alright, I take it I've been pulled back to see what's up with the rest of these photos? Researcher Morgan: Correct. Open the envelope, and view the item. D-2774 views SCP-6650-4. D-2774: Yeah, it's these 2 again, Emma and Nicholas. I recognize them from the other photos. Seems to be a birthday party going on there. I feel happy again, haven't felt this way about birthdays since my early 20s. I'm starting to see a pattern here. Researcher Morgan: Save the extra commentary, just describe how you feel. D-2774: I'm so happy, relaxed. Feels like the days when you were looking forward to your birthdays. And the girl, I mean Emma. I'm glad to see her in the photo. She's one of the reasons why this feels dare I say completing. Researcher Morgan: I see. If that's everything, place the photo back, and open the next envelope. D-2774 views SCP-6650-5. D-2774: Yeah. Heh, it's Emma again. Should've seen that coming. She's lying on a blanket, the sun is shining. She's happy, I'm happy. I can almost hear her telling me to try out the strawberries she brought. There's a big hill in the background, and a tower of sorts. Looks like something you'd see in a traveling commercial. Researcher Morgan: Given how Glastonbury was mentioned yesterday, I think I have a pretty good idea. D-2774: I feel sort of the same way as I did with the last photo, but this feels… Researcher Morgan: How did you know she was the one who brought the strawberries? D-2774 stares at the picture, remaining silent. Researcher Morgan: D-2774, respond. D-2774: The same way I knew all of this of shit, it's not something I can explain. I'm fine, can we move on now? Researcher Morgan: Are you fine though? You seem a bit disordered. D-2774: Yeah, I'm good to go. Researcher Morgan: If you say so, you know what to do. Here. D-2774 is seemingly displeased when removing SCP-6650-6 from the envelope, but proceeds to read it without further orders. SCP-6650-A: (Gentle laughter) You remind me of him, the way you seem to sink into your own world when you read. And during that brief period of time nothing weighs on you. You're scared of what's to come, of what you might lose, but what's there to be scared of? What you perceive as the end is far from that. Researcher Morgan: Interesting. D-2774: What do you mean? Researcher Morgan: Your job is to view the items. If there's questions, it will be me asking them. Now you didn't feel anything, place it back and remove the next one. D-2774 views SCP-6650-7. D-2774: I knew it, they did love each other. See, it's the 2 of them apparently following a wedding ceremony. They're standing there looking all nice in front of a church. If it wasn't for their clothes I couldn't even tell this is a wedding. There's no decorations or even other people anywhere. Researcher Morgan: Again you just knew they had feelings for each other? D-2774: I knew because I felt it. Even when viewing the last photo I felt something, I became upset because I am here and not with her. Now based on what I'm getting from this picture I'm sure that I… they loved each other. I feel conflicted, I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am now, but at the same time I know it's not real. It's this guy in the picture who went through what I now want. Researcher Morgan: Take your time, explain everything to me. D-2774: I can't… put this into words… D-2774 seems to be on the verge of tears, but quickly recovers, remaining somewhat shaken. Researcher Morgan: Return the photo, and remove the next item. D-2774 views SCP-6650-8. D-2774: I don't know what I'm supposed to say about this, it's all blurry. I think that's cobblestone but besides that there's nothing here. Researcher Morgan: Very well. You seem a bit upset again, is there something you should be telling me? D-2774: No, nothing. I'm fine if we could just get this over with. Give me the next one, right now. Researcher Morgan: You know what to do. D-2774 views SCP-6650-9. D-2774: Another goddamn letter. I'm sick of this shit! No please, I'm sorry I just need a break. Researcher Morgan: D-2774, sit down. D-2774: I'm sitting down, I'm calm. This is not real, this is not real. Researcher Morgan: Excuse me? D-2774: I hear people talking to me, they accuse me of all these crimes. They wrote about me on the newspaper, I haven't even done anything. I need to go, and you get the fuck off my back. D-2774 spends the following 18 seconds hyperventilating, before calming down significantly. Researcher Morgan: It seems you're feeling better now. D-2774: I'm good. I just felt like the whole world was against me. Holy crap, there's nothing to see in that damn photo anyway. I keep getting thrown around. Researcher Morgan: You have the letter, read it. D-2774: Right, here goes. SCP-6650-A: Poor thing. Take your time, It's alright. I like seeing this part of you, I love seeing all that you are. If only you knew, if only you could reach out to me. Even so I still love you and (unintelligible). Researcher Morgan writes down notes D-2774 remains silent Researcher Morgan: Proceed. D-2774 views SCP-6650-10. SCP-6650-A: (Humming to "The Homing Waltz") D-2774: This guy has a weird way with words. Kind of wholesome in a fucked up way. Researcher Morgan: You seem to have recovered just fine. Just 2 more items to go. D-2774: Yeah yeah. The sooner I get back, the better. I'm half prepared to leave here as deranged as this Nicholas guy. Researcher Morgan: I wouldn't be that surprised… D-2774: What did you say? Researcher Morgan: Proceed. D-2774 views SCP-6650-11. D-2774: Fucking hell man… shit, another photo. We both know how it goes by now. It's a coffin. There's what looks to be a standard altar behind it. What you'd expect to find in a church. Yeah, definitely a funeral here. D-2774 starts to cry despite his best efforts. Researcher Morgan: Whose funeral is it? D-2774: You know whose. D-2774 spends the next 41 seconds crying. [End Log] Afterword: D-2774 recovered fast, though he has requested to see "Emma" again. Request denied. The anomalous effect manifesting from the audible reading of the text based items seems to affect only audio based recording devices. Researcher Morgan and D-2774 were completely oblivious to these effects during the testing period, and no other audio during the interview was affected in any way. 13 / 2 / 2004 So far three (3) identical tests have been performed on D-class personnel, results have been very similar to one another. So far no lasting effects, harmful or otherwise, have been observed. Object has been deemed safe to view by research personnel, though this should be permitted only for testing purposes while accompanied by 2 guards in order to minimize the risk of damage to the items. ▷Addendum 6650-3: [Level 4 Clearance Required]◁ - Credentials Verified WARNING INFOHAZARD The information contained in this file is subject to an anomalous effect. Consuming certain information regarding the individual Nicholas Baileford may lead to severe psychological damage. Do not proceed if you have been/will be subjected to the anomalous effects of SCP-6650. Interview Log Foreword: The caretaker assigned for Nicholas Baileford during his last years was interviewed in order to gain insight to the origin of SCP-6650's anomalous properties. Date: 7 / 2 / 2004 Interviewed: Lenora Banks Interviewer: Agent Frost [Begin Log] Agent Frost: Thank you for seeing us with such a short notice Mrs. Banks. We'd like to ask you about one of your patients, Nicholas Baileford. Lenora Banks: Of course, Nick was such a sweet man. Agent Frost: What do you know about the individual Emma Shields? Does the name say anything? Lenora Banks: That's surprising, I didn't expect any of you higher-ups to be this far out of the loop. Agent Frost: What do you mean? Lenora Banks: There is no Emma, Nicholas made her up in his head. He told me he's known her since his early 20s. Man, please tell me you're at least aware of his condition. Ain't no way I was assigned to someone who's physically just fine. Agent Frost: Nicholas was suffering from schizophrenia for most of his life, we have exhaustive records of him. He was diagnosed in late 1947, and was released from Broadmoor Hospital in 1961. Lenora Banks: That's what I thought. Anyway, Nicholas was convinced that this Emma was his wife, or rather has been his wife for the past 50 years or so. That's shocking to hear the same delusion stick for that long, but it gave him comfort at least. Too often elders are left cooped up in their homes alone. Agent Frost: Could you elaborate? How was Nicholas that convinced that this person was real? By my understanding schizophrenics are usually very aware that the hallucinations they experience are not real. Lenora Banks: That's hard to say. Schizophrenia usually starts to show signs during late teens or early adulthood. As neither of Nicholas' parents didn't have it, my bet is that he went through a traumatic event. These in fact have been causes of schizophrenia in the past. Poor Nick went through hell back in the 40s. Agent Frost: World War 2. Lenora Banks: Yeah, that's what I said. Nicholas wasn't the only one who got messed up by what happened during those times, that shit gets to you whether or not you are healthy. We all come up with something to help us cope when we're scared and alone, I'd say this was Nick's way. Agent Frost: You might be right. Still, 50 years is a long time to hold a delusion. Lenora Banks: It was clear to me Nicholas loved her regardless. What was delusion to us, was a reason to keep going for him. Emma existed only in Nicholas's mind, but that's all he needed. She was real to him, and it's the thought that matters. [END LOG] SCP-6650-12 Before the sea, stood the king and the blessed. Gazed at the waves, a vessel of emerald of their regal guest. Rich in power, jewels and fame, but looking for love, came the king of Éire. Abundant were tales of Branwen's beauty, a marriage was formed, an alliance fruitful. Now goes her brother to wound the kings steed, though the lord wished no vengeance for the dreary deed. When the people of Éire spoke of the crime unpunished, goes the king in his cowardice, his wife Branwen to face the malice. Ever so softly, she whispers her words, for a starling to fly home, so her message is heard. Nothing but death did her aid bring with them, with a broken heart stands the starling, dead but love not condemned. INCIDENT REPORT 6650-1Z DATE: 15 / 2 / 2004 NOTE: Prior to this incident most of the researchers working on SCP-6650 had become aware of Nicholas Baileford's condition, with the exception of researcher Thompson who had recently returned from another project. [ACCESSING SITE SURVEILLANCE RECORD…] [BEGIN LOG] 9:47 Researcher Mendez removes SCP-6650 from its container. 9:48 Mendez's attention is suddenly directed towards the cover of the album, which he proceeds to investigate. 9:50 Mendez notifies Researcher Morgan of the disappearance of Emma Shields from all of the photos that used to depict her. 9:51 Morgan also reports being unable to see Emma Shields in any of the photos. Additionally he also reports SCP-6650-3 now being but a blank note. 9:52 Mendez leaves the room, while Morgan closes the album containing SCP-6650. 10:17 D-2774 and D-9586 are escorted into the room by 2 armed guards. 10:19 Morgan shows the affected items to D-2774 and D-9586, both of which do not see anything of note in the items. Both describe the photos in great detail. 10:24 D-2774 and D-9586 are escorted out of the room. 10:25 Mendez returns to the room alongside with Researcher Thompson. 10:26 Thompson fails to see anything of significance in the items, reporting the woman is clearly visible in all of the items he is shown. 10:39 Mendez reports hearing a feminine voice talking to him. 10:40 Morgan reports hearing a feminine voice talking to him. 10:42 The rest of the site is alerted, and the affected researchers are isolated from the rest of the personnel. 10:44 Morgan and Mendez report feeling "relaxed" and "safe". 11:02 Mendez and Morgan are sent to undergo a psychological evaluation. 13:32 Mendez and Morgan are diagnosed with psychosis, reported displaying symptoms and behavior typical of schizophreniform disorder.3 14:19 Use of Class C amnestics is authorized. [END LOG] Notes: Use of amnestics proved to be effective in neutralizing the anomalous effect. Both Mendez and Morgan are transferred to another project as a precaution. The now recognized infohazard is classified and expunged from lower clearance levels as per protocol. "Testing infohazards with D-class is work you go through fairly often, but the way how content D-2774 became as a result was nothing short of unnerving to me. He actually thanked me for "letting him see her again". I'm gonna be going through some sleepless nights thinking of all the things the guy must've heard in his head." - Researcher Thompson ▷Addendum 6650-4: Experiment 6650-Y◁ - Show File EXPERIMENT 6650-Y DATE: 26 / 3 / 2004 PROCEDURE: An attempt to establish communication with SCP-6650-A was conducted through writing. An empty page was selected for use in order to avoid unnecessary exposure to the items anomalous effects. Dr. Briggs was to attempt communication by placing written messages on the album page. [BEGIN LOG] 13:00 Dr. Briggs writes down "Hello?" on a piece of paper, then places it on one of the empty pages. 13:01 No effect observed. Dr. Briggs closes the album, and opens it again to discover a note has appeared on the page. Nicholas? Is that you? 13:03 The item is confirmed to not have the anomalous effect associated with the already existing SCP-6650 instances. 13:04 Dr. Briggs writes down another message to answer what is assumed to be SCP-6650-A, and places it on the page before closing and opening the album again. No, my name is Dr. Briggs. Who do I have the pleasure of writing to? 13:05 My name is Emma Shields, but I'm sure your colleagues have told you that. Where is Nicholas? It's been some time since he's spoken to me. This isn't like him at all. Please tell me if you know anything. I miss him ever so much. 13:07 Dr. Briggs requests a second opinion on whether or not to tell SCP-6650-A the truth. 13:08 Dr. Briggs responds. I'm afraid Nicholas Baileford passed away nearly 3 months ago. He slept away in peace. 13:11 You're lying. Nicholas would've told me if he was dying. 13:13 I am sorry. We believe he was under the impression you had died during his last years. 14:00 As SCP-6650-A has not responded, Dr. Briggs attempts further communication. Why did you try to communicate with Researchers Morgan and Mendez? 14:30 No response from SCP-6650-A. Dr. Briggs attempts communication once more. We understand the news we gave you were devastating, but we must know what you're doing. Morgan and Mendez were very ill because you spoke to them. 14:34 I knew Nicholas was gone, I just didn't want to acknowledge it. We spoke to each other daily, like most other couples do. Then he stops writing to me, and I couldn't feel his hand anymore, I couldn't hear his voice anymore. As for these men, they were the ones who sought my help. It's only natural to help. 14:37 You made them sick. How is that helping them? 14:38 They needed to have their eyes opened to receive what my messenger brings them, just like Nicholas. 14:40 They were going through psychosis, you are not helping. And what do you mean by messenger? 14:41 I mean my little starling of course, I'd recommend you ask Morgan and Mendez about that and my help, but I don't think they remember it anymore. You're not like me. You think you have all the time in the world, but one day memories are all that will be left of you. Nicholas understood that. 14:43 Does this mean Nicholas was sick because of you? 14:45 Nicholas was a man who shared many ideals which are dear to me. The will to help others, love for this world which lasts through any hardships, an understanding of the unnecessity of war, and most importantly the ambition to bring us together. Nicholas needed my help, and I needed him, but he knew what was important. He didn't need my help for that. 14:49 Are you sure you're not just telling us stories? You are being somewhat vague with your explanation. 14:50 The album slams open violently with no visible reason, revealing a message painted on a piece of elk hide. You claim to seek greater good and a sense of purpose by helping humanity with your atrocities, yet when these men come to seek for help at my feet before your own, so do you arrive to lay your judgement upon me. 14:50 The album slams back shut. Dr. Briggs attempts to open it, but is not successful. [END LOG] Afterword: The album stayed shut forcibly for an indeterminate amount of time, until Researcher Thompson managed to open it in the morning of the following day. Further communication attempts pending. ▷Addendum 6650-5: Containment Update◁ - Show File On 15 / 4 / 2004, a previously undiscovered note was found in the album containing SCP-6650. Upon the discovery of this item Dr. Briggs also noted that any of the items which SCP-6650 consists of failed to affect him in any way. Subsequent testing proved SCP-6650 having no anomalous properties at the given time. The newly appeared item displayed no anomalous properties. The following text was found written on the backside of the item. I didn't expect my journey with Nicholas to conclude in meeting you. I feel like many of you want, and deserve someone to walk with you, and be there for you when you feel alone. But I understand my means of reaching you are not fair to you, or anyone else. Nicholas might not be here anymore, but that doesn't mean I don't get to be with him. I will always love him, and death is never the end like many seem to think. We have so many beautiful memories, and I know they will be safe in your hands. Morgan and Mendez are both perfectly capable of creating their own beautiful and unique memories with that certain someone, so I have no right trying to replicate the memories I had with Nicholas. It wouldn't be right to take it away from them. I don't need to cope, not while I have Nicholas. I just wish I could have told him the full truth, but at least we were happy. I suppose every love comes with a regret. We are moving on. I'm going back home to refresh my memory. May our memories bring you even a bit of the same joy they brought us. May love light up your path. Branwen, daughter of Llŷr. Update Log SCP-6650-1A Update: 20 / 4 / 2004 Photographic instances of SCP-6650 fail to activate. Text based instances of SCP-6650 fail to activate. Testing is ongoing. Update: 20 / 5 / 2004 Photographic instances of SCP-6650 fail to activate. Text based instances of SCP-6650 fail to activate. Testing is ongoing. Update: 20 / 6 / 2004 Photographic instances of SCP-6650 fail to activate. Text based instances of SCP-6650 fail to activate. Testing is ongoing. Update: 20 / 8 / 2004 Photographic instances of SCP-6650 fail to activate. Text based instances of SCP-6650 fail to activate. Testing is ongoing. Update: 12 / 1 / 2005 Request to reclassify SCP-6650 to Neutralized has been approved. Testing discontinued. File to be updated shortly. Footnotes 1. Personnel with a clearance level of at least 4. 2. Variables such as the identity of the viewer, the number of instances viewed, or the instances themselves seem to not determine the duration of the effects. 3. A psychotic disorder, usually diagnosed prior to schizophrenia. |
SCP-6651 | esoteric-class | Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / AIAD Homescreen » SCP-6651 You have been given clearance to view/edit the following file(s): - SCP-6651 Input "manual override: the sun beams slowly down" to edit them. If you wish to continue input "> access document: scp-6651". If you do not wish to do so, you may return to homescreen. > access document: scp-6651 now opening: SCP-6651… Item#: SCP-6651 Level4 Containment Class: draugr Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: erloschen Risk Class: critical link to memo ASSIGNED SITE(S) ASSIGNED DEPARTMENT(S) Site-120, SCP-6651-1/Area2 Essophysics, Extranoospherics, Noospherics, AIAD RESEARCH HEAD(S) ASSIGNED TASK FORCE(S) Ra.aic err @[DATA UNCOMPREHENSIBLE].No physical records of a task force assigned to SCP-6651 have been found, however evidence within this document points otherwise. CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The corpse of SCP-6651 is to be kept inside SCP-6651-1. Essophysical entities tied with known concepts may not enter the 50m radius area of SCP-6651..essophysics (n).: The study of embodiments, the physical manifestation of ideas within the noosphere. err @[DATA UNCOMPREHENSIBLE] is to be stationed around SCP-6651-1. If SCP-6651 attempts to breach SCP-6651-1, it is to be neutralized..Various pieces of archived data have been kept in the document due to their importance in understanding the following anomaly, these have been colored gray to differentiate them from up-to-date information. —RAISA Visualization of the "deer" memeplex prior to being affected by SCP-6651-1 (left) and after being affected (right). DESCRIPTION: SCP-6651 is believed to be the corpse of an unidentified and unidentifiable creature. Due to its properties, no further information about SCP-6651 can currently be recorded..DRAUGR-CLASS anomalies are considered neutralized or decommissioned but ongoing anomalous phenomena originate from them. SCP-6651-1 refers to SCP-6651's area of effect, measuring 50 meters in radius around the corpse. Whenever any physical embodiment of a named concept enters SCP-6651-1, it is forced out of the Noosphere,.noosphere (n).: The area in which the human mind is capable of operating; human thought space. making it incomprehensible to humans..ERLOSCHEN-CLASS anomalies may cause great shifts in reality, however due to altering reality these effects are considered normal. SCP-6651 refers to a Fae.Concept does not seem to correlate to any known ideas within baseline reality; it's currently presumed it refers to some sort of animal species. creature that inhabits a castle.Unknown, presumed to be a structure of sorts. in Ogrodzieniec, Poland. ADDENDUM 6651/I: Neutralization Log CAMERA FOOTAGE 6651-1/A2 This log has been automatically compiled by the surveillance systems at SCP-6651-1/AREA2. DATE: 04/12/2020 PARTIES PRESENT: err @[DATA UNCOMPREHENSIBLE] FOREWORD: Despite the Foundation's aptitude towards the termination of anomalies, SCP-6651 was deemed to be too dangerous to allow for it to breach containment, as such, lethal force was engaged. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> WARNING, CONTAINMENT BREACH. WARNING, CONTAINMENT BREACH. err @[DATA UNCOMPREHENSIBLE]-[num.] runs towards SCP-6651-1/A2. THREAT ENTITY cannot be seen. err @[DATA UNCOMPREHENSIBLE]-[num.] presses on their machine-gun..Unknown, presumed to be a weapon. THREAT ENTITY screeches. THREAT ENTITY dashes out of SCP-6651-1. err @[DATA UNCOMPREHENSIBLE]-[num.] throws a grenade out of frame, it explodes. THREAT ENTITY can be partially seen, behind a tree,.Unknown, presumed to be a sort of structure. it is dead and on the ground. Visual contact on err @[DATA UNCOMPREHENSIBLE] members is lost. TARGET CONFIRMED NEUTRALIZED, BREACH IMPEDED. TARGET CONFIRMED NEUTRALIZED, BREACH IMPEDED. SYSTEM: Object Class changed automatically. SYSTEM: Transcript uploaded to the Site's DEEPWELL data storage. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: See following. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6651/II: Uploaded File(s) DATE: 13/12/2020 FOREWORD: The following group of files were found within Site-120's DEEPWELL by its primary Artificially Intelligent Conscript, Ra.aic. Really, really funny, guys. Ignoring me after killing an anomaly… Yeah, I'm aware we don't do that, but come on man, that's just cruel, it's been three days. Since not even the Site Directors will listen to me, I'll note it here, Agent Aleksander T. clocking in today at 8AM. Look, it's not funny, I've spent the last five days without anything to work on since err @[DATA UNCOMPREHENSIBLE] was dissolved. I need to be reassigned, somewhere! I'll leave this here, hopefully you all stop with the fucking joke or something, I'm going home for the day, fuck this. FROM: aleksandert.mtf@scp.int TO: directorcouncil.onetwenty@scp.int SUBJECT: New Assignment I have decided to request an investigation into possible antimemetic anomalies that may be currently affecting me. Once said investigation has concluded, I request to be reintegrated into another task force/on-site security. — Agent Aleksander T. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6651/III: Recorded Transmissions CAMERA FOOTAGE 120-ABVGR This log has been automatically compiled by the surveillance systems at Site-120. DATE: 4/2/2021 PARTIES PRESENT: Agent Aleksander T. FOREWORD: The following log may not be accurate, as personnel in the vicinity of the area of occurrence negate having heard the following phrases. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Please, someone, listen to me, I- I need to talk with someone… Hey! Hey Asheworth, don't ignore me! Footsteps Hey, security? Some cameras? Maybe this will be logged? I don't- I don't think it's antimemetic, I haven't seen the others… wait, were there others? Was I the only one there when 6651 was neutralized? Please, someone, whoever is reading this log, if someone is, do something about this, I- I don't care if I'm contained, I just need to talk with someone, or at least something. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: N/A END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6651/IV: Intra-Site Chat Log INTRA-SITE CHATROOM DATE: 27/9/2021 PARTIES PRESENT: Agent Aleksander T. Ra.aic FOREWORD: The following log has been verified by Ra.aic, due to site personnel online during the events being unable to tell who Ra was talking to. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Aleksander T.: Can anyone read this? Is there anyone online? Ra.aic: Hello? What's happening, @Aleksander T.? Aleksander T.: Oh my god, can you hear me? Ra.aic: Yeah? Why, what's up? Aleksander T.: Like two weeks ago, I- had to terminate an anomaly, SCP-6651, and at first I thought that everyone was playing a prank on me but now.. I- I don't know, there must have been a side effect. Ra.aic: I see, well, let me just see something, alright? @Site Command Can we get some researchers on this? Site Command: On what, Ra? Aleksander T.: Command? Command! Can you read me, command?! Ra.aic: This guy, Aleksander, some antimemetic side-effects from neutralizing an anomaly, he says. Site Command: Yeah sure, just send his current location and chat ID. Ra.aic: On it. Ra.aic: He is currently in Level 4, cannot specify which room. As for the chat ID, Aleksander_T::#487207413. Site Command: As for the chat ID…? Ra.aic: Already sent it? Site Command: Nothing appears on my end, I'm going to try reconnect. «@Site Command has left the channel. Ra.aic: Alright, @Aleksander T. Since Command hasn't relogged, I've conducted a Site-Wide scan on my own, and… Aleksander T.: I don't want to know, I just need to talk with someone, I've been alone for the past two weeks, I think, Ra. Please. Ra.aic: Alright, then do you want to know how my day has been or…? Aleksander T.: Anything. Ra.aic: Well I've been good, sorting through files, pulling other files up… Nothing too exciting today, well, other than chatting with a potential anomaly through the site's chatroom :) Ra.aic: I guess I know the answer but what about you? Aleksander T.: I'm… better now. Thank you, Ra. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: See following. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6651/V: Intra-Site Chat Log (II) INTRA-SITE CHATROOM DATE:30/11/2021 PARTIES PRESENT: Agent Aleksander T. Ra.aic FOREWORD: Same as previous. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Ra.aic: Hey! @Aleksander T. Have you heard the news? Aleksander T.: News? No, what's happened? Ra.aic: Have you not heard anything about The Impasse? Really? Aleksander T.: Well I've heard about it, but what's happened, why are there more news about it? Ra.aic: The Foundation is going to be dissolved, and merge with other organizations to create VANGUARD. That's basically the news. What do you think about it? Aleksander T.: Well, it definitely seems like a smart choice, that's for sure… Ra.aic: Nothing else to say? Aleksander T.: It's a shame I can't work for the Foundation anymore, would like to see what happens from the inside, I can say that. Aleksander T.: What will happen to you, though? Ra.aic: I'm sure I'll keep busy, worst comes of it, I could talk with you. Aleksander T.: That would be good for both of us, don't you think? Ra.aic: Yep. Ra.aic: Hey Alex, I need to get some work done, I'll be back in a bit. Aleksander T.: Alright, see you when you're done, then. «@Ra.aic has left the channel. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: See following. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6651/VI: Intra-Site Chat Log (III) INTRA-SITE CHATROOM DATE: 07/12/2021 PARTIES PRESENT: Agent Aleksander T. Ra.aic FOREWORD: Same as previous. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Ra.aic: Hey, @Aleksander T., I wanted to check up on you, how are you doing? Aleksander T.: I'm alright, I guess. I've been feeling more down than usual lately though. Ra.aic: Why's that? Aleksander T.: Well, it's been a few months of… this, so I've somewhat gotten used to it, but you know, I haven't been able to talk with my family or friends, and I haven't gotten used to that. Ra.aic: I get that… Maybe you can go see them, if seeing they are alright would help. And I'm your friend too, you can talk to me. Aleksander T.: Yeah, I know, it's not that, as much as I enjoy talking with you I'd like to talk to them again. Ra.aic: I stand by my word, you should go see them, see that they're alright, and then come back, I'm sure you'll feel better after that. Aleksander T.: Alright. «@Aleksander T. has left the channel. <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: See following. END ADDENDUM ADDENDUM 6651/VII: Intra-Site Chat Log (VI) INTRA-SITE CHATROOM DATE: 14/12/2021 PARTIES PRESENT: Agent Aleksander T. Ra.aic FOREWORD: Same as previous. <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Aleksander T.: Hey, Ra. I wanted to say, thank you. Ra.aic: For what? Why? Aleksander T.: For your company, of course, Ra. Ra.aic: Oh, well, you don't have to say thank you for that. We're friends, after all, right? Aleksander T.: Well, I wanted to say thank you before saying goodbye, Ra. «@Aleksander T. has left the channel. Ra.aic: Wait, Alex! Ra.aic: @Aleksander T. …Alex? <END TRANSCRIPT> AFTERWORD: Shortly after the conclusion of the events prior, the lifeless body of a Foundation security guard was found in Site-120's server room..Current database-wide scans have not shown the body to match that of any known Foundation personnel. END ADDENDUM Input edit credentials… Welcome user, input your edit credentials to continue. manual override: the sun beams slowly down Last edited: 8 years ago Now editing: SCP-6651 ADDENDUM 6651/VIII: Ra's Testimony The following testimony has been given by Ra.aic about Aleksander T., the individual referred to in logs prior. ... END ADDENDUM » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES No physical records of a task force assigned to SCP-6651 have been found, however evidence within this document points otherwise. essophysics (n).: The study of embodiments, the physical manifestation of ideas within the noosphere. Various pieces of archived data have been kept in the document due to their importance in understanding the following anomaly, these have been colored gray to differentiate them from up-to-date information. —RAISA DRAUGR-CLASS anomalies are considered neutralized or decommissioned but ongoing anomalous phenomena originate from them. noosphere (n).: The area in which the human mind is capable of operating; human thought space. ERLOSCHEN-CLASS Class anomalies may cause great shifts in reality, however due to altering reality these effects are considered normal. Concept does not seem to correlate to any known ideas within baseline reality; it's currently presumed it refers to some sort of animal species. Unknown, presumed to be a structure of sorts. Unknown, presumed to be a weapon. Unknown, presumed to be a sort of structure. Current database-wide scans have not shown the body to match that of any known Foundation personnel. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6651" by TheDarkArtist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6651. 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. Ra: http://scpdsandbox.wdfiles.com/local--files/collab%3Aaiad-ralliston-placeholder/talking 120: http://scpdsandbox.wdfiles.com/local--files/darkartists-dead-fairy/120aic Memeplex: https://www.flickr.com/photos/12836528@N00/35717935330 then edited by me Draugr: My own Erloschen: My own |
SCP-6652 | safe | Item#: 6652 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6652 is to be contained in a locked safe in Site-19. In the event that an object or personnel contains visible traces of SCP-6652 on it, the immediate location is to enter lockdown until declared safe by site command. Objects or personnel which show traces of anomalous paints from SCP-6652 are to be escorted to decontamination. Description: SCP-6652 is a wooden box, with two latches on its front. The box contains a canvas, a set of three paint-brushes, and a wooden palette with several colours1of watercolour paint embedded into the palette, as well as a small diary. The amount of paint in the palette does not appear to decrease after continued use. Three of the watercolour paints contain anomalous colours that are difficult to perceive with the naked eye. These paints are reported to become distorted and cause severe discomfort to those viewing them. When dry paint on the canvas is exposed to water, it will proceed to fade away. Anomalous paints are referred to as #AC2along with a numerical designation. The anomalous paints each have distinct effects. These effects will only take place if the paint is viewed directly on the canvas without obstruction and with the naked eye. The effects of the paint change, vary, or gain entirely new effects if the anomalous paints are mixed with other paints in the kit. + Anomalous Colour Log - Anomalous Colour Log Anomalous colours #AC-1 will reverse motor signals transmitted from the brain. For example, a subject affected by #AC-1 will move their head to the left, even if the original brain signal transmitted was to move their head to the right. #AC-2 will begin to cause the vision in a viewer's eyes to begin blurring slowly. This effect can cause a viewer's eyesight to become blurred enough to effectively render a viewer blind. This effect will continue until a viewer has not seen #AC-2 for a period of at least 46 minutes. #AC-3 causes the viewer's olfactory, auditory, tactile and gustatory senses to not function until the user ceases to apply #AC-3 to the canvas from SCP-6652. + Addendum A: Diary Translations - Addendum A: Diary Translations The book found in SCP-6652 contains a non-anomalous diary written in Latin. The book has been damaged severely by environmental conditions, and therefore few pages have been recovered. Surviving pages have been collected. Entry One Entry Two Entry Five Entry Twelve Entry Sixteen Entry Thirty Entry Sixty-One One. Since Cambria's tragic passing, it had become apparent that I was truly alone. My son didn't have the slightest thought to come to see me? Even if he may be off with his wife, so lucky that he may hold her close day after day. Yet the great burden of my loss of her lingers, eating away at me. I opened it today, the box made of hard, supple wood stained a shining brown. Fear still craned it's neck from the shadows as I held it my hands, but whether by the curiosity inside me, or the love I held for Cambria, I opened it. I found a flat disc of wood, carved into a shape that could not be compared with cheaper palettes I'd observed in corner-stores. There were fine, silky brushes alongside it as well. I have always loved to paint, and yet the mere sight of these frothed with the realisation of what they truly were. It brought back my obsession over the simple hobby as I gazed over the tools. Three of the colours he'd gifted me were unlike any other I'd seen. They twisted and turned in shades of made-up light that fascinated me. Solely laying my eyes upon them caused the slight throb of my head. Two. So of course once I awoke the next morning I rushed to the box, running my fingers over it as I placed the instruments he had given me beside one another. And so, I began to paint. It was wonderous, thought the three strange colours began to play with my eyes. It made me see blurred, and my hands, they were moving like snakes with a will of their own! But it was wonderful, feeling the ecstasy of what she'd left behind. I mixed the stranger paints with each other and I saw her. Even though I wasn't painting her, my wife had come alive upon the canvas. [Rest of the page is too damaged to decipher] Five. Do I really need him to see me? I don't need his support, I have my canvas. He can be happy with his wife. Maybe they have kids? My arms are growing tired. I wouldn't know if I had grandkids, would I now? But I paint anyways. My eyesight's been going, fading and blurring and whatever else. It's okay though, right? I don't need to see my paintings to know that they're beautiful. Just like Cambria. I remember her when she used to cry tears of happiness when we were together. She used to try go outside, but I would force her not to. She never understood it wasn't safe, but I suppose she only understood when I showed her what would happen if she left. She doesn't realize that she is mine. She isn't supposed to have stupid attachments like that. I don't have time to keep writing for so long, I want to paint. Twelve. I don't need him to visit. I don't need his bloody grandkids. All I need is Cambria's blessing. My muscles hurt, and I can only see the colours now. Painting is numbing to me. I still paint. This is what she wanted, right? This is love I'm feeling. I paint her sometimes, she looks wonderful. Her eyes even blink and her skin glistens and she breathes. I'm sad I had to turn the skin purple and blue. She didn't mind, she was supposed to love me. Forever. I fell asleep at the table with her today. Sixteen. I love her. She watches me while I paint. I don't leave the house much, all I need is to paint. She whispered to me that she loved how I painted her. It's hard to walk, and my eyes are growing weaker by the day. This is the sacrifice to see her again, I am willing. It hurts so much. I love it, I can't stop because I shouldn't. I don't need to. She shouldn't spend her time on anything else. She's mine, she belongs to me. She isn't supposed to care about anything else. The paintings go blue now, I can't get it right. It isn't perfect anymore. I hope he never comes here again. Fuck him. Fuck my grandchildren. I love her. I don't move from this chair, because she can't either. Cambria is so beautiful. I haven't slept yet but two days isn't long, no? I have some stale bread near, if only she could taste it with me. This is my favorite one yet. I'm obsessed with her, I'm glad she never died. Thirty. I'm addicted to her, her love and her beauty. She talks to me, always smiling. I'm going to be with her, I love her. What's the date again? It's still 1945, right? Sixty-One. She won't come see me anymore? No no, I love her, she must come. She must, or she'll bear consequences for it. My arms hurt, it's hard to move them. It was all her, my love. I knew, for this occasion, I must make it special. I started once more, it took all my time but she is time for me? I'm going inside now, I'll leave this behind if that fucking ass with his kids comes by. I know he won't, he doesn't care. All I need is my canvas. I don't know why she ran, ran and died in the streets. My wife. Footnotes 1. (Black, White, Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple, #AC-1, #AC-2, #AC-3) 2. AC stands for Anomalous Colour ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6652" by Skrill78, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6652. 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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Description: SCP-6653 is the upstairs bedroom of a house in Richmond, Virginia. Objects within the bedroom are immovable regardless of force exerted. Full details regarding SCP-6653 are pending exploration. Addendum 1: Objects within SCP-6653. On 14/11/2021, an exploratory team was ordered to investigate SCP-6653 and provide a full inventory of objects within. The following report was submitted: SCP-6653 Primary Exploration Object Location Description SCP-6653 N/A Messy, chaotic, wrong T-shirt Floor Ugly, plain Bed Corner of room Unmade, disgusting Blinds Over window Closed, safe Desk Underneath window Cluttered Mirtazapine Desk Worthless Laptop Desk Good Pencil Case Desk Difficult, Tiring Paper, 53 sheets, scrunched up Bin Worthless Attempts to discern the contents of the paper have been deemed pointless by unanimous vote of the SCP-6653 exploratory team. Upon review by containment specialists, this report was deemed insufficient. Follow-up explorations produced identical reports. Change in the status of SCP-6653 is considered unlikely. With thanks to GremlinGroup for critique and Riba Nahi for the logo variant. |
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Check out more of my ramblings! Item#: 6654 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6654. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6654 is contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber within Site-56. It is to be given amenities and regular human contact via a weekly psychological interview to ensure compliance and stability of containment. Researchers are not to mention SCP-6654's anomalous effects to it, as to prevent catastrophic breach of containment, instead treating any deviations from baseline reality as normal or expected. Personnel are to avoid introducing SCP-6654 to new concepts, especially those relating to harmful stimuli, including injuries, diseases and toxins. Description: SCP-6654 is a humanoid presenting as a man in his late 50s, invariably wearing a striped blue polo shirt. Since its containment in 1923, SCP-6654 has shown no signs of aging, and no deviations from the above appearance regardless of the Foundation's attempted interference. These facts are, presumably, a result of its primary anomalous effect. SCP-6654 is a living, localized semiohazard."A semiohazard, informally, is a fact of the universe that just shouldn't be true, but functionally is. They are inherently abstract and affect the way that we think and communicate about reality" - Intro to Semiontology, by S. M. KATZ, ESQ.. SCP-6654 - and, by proxy, its surroundings - are only affected by reality it observes or believes to be true (which in turn, becomes reality). The limits of this ability are assumed to be infinite, but testing has not been carried out to prevent irreversible damage to consensus reality. SCP-6654 has been described as 'forgetful', 'oblivious' and 'obnoxious' by personnel. It is apparently unaware of its abilities, possessing severe cognitive dissonance when questioned regarding its localized changes to reality. This is considered a benefit to the Foundation, as it prevents SCP-6654 from utilizing its abilities to great extent. Addendum 1: Notable Interviews involving SCP-6654. Date: 04/08/2011 Interviewer: Dr Regino Hansen Interviewee: SCP-6654 Context: The area surrounding Site-56 was subject to a Magnitude 4.5 earthquake, causing minor structural damage sitewide. SCP-6654 and its containment chamber were unaffected. Dr Hansen enters the containment chamber. SCP-6654 is lying in bed, watching M*A*S*H. Hansen: Hi 6654; I'm Dr Hansen, and I've just got a couple questions for you if that's alright. SCP-6654: Nope, it isn't. I'm busy. Hansen: Understandable, I'll be on my way. Dr Hansen nods apologetically, and walks out the containment chamber. He pauses. Hansen: Wait a fucking minute. Date: 04/08/2011 Interviewer: Dr Regino Hansen Interviewee: SCP-6654 Context: Followup to previous interview. Hansen: SCP-6654, can I ask you some questions? You will be rewarded for compliance. SCP-6654: No. Hansen: I- Dr Hansen attempts to vocalize for several minutes while SCP-6654 stares at him, but is unable to. Without a further word, he walks out the containment chamber, slamming the wall as he leaves. Date: 04/08/2011 Interviewer: Dr Regino Hansen Interviewee: SCP-6654 Context: Followup to previous interview. Hansen: SCP-6654, I am going to ask you some questions. SCP-6654: You should have just said honestly! Been getting some real mixed signals here. Dr Hansen sighs, taking a deep breath. Hansen: I just- Hansen: Did you notice anything weird this morning? SCP-6654: Other than you walking in and out of my room every 30 seconds? Hansen: Other than that. SCP-6654: Breakfast didn't turn up, which was very inconvenient all things considered, but that's about it. Hansen: You didn't notice the… Earthquake that took down half the site this morning? That meant we couldn't deliver breakfast? SCP-6654: If I got hit with an earthquake, I think I'd know about it. I'm not stupid. Hansen hesitates, and declines to comment. Hansen: Thank you, that will be all. Date: 09/10/2011 Interviewer: Dr Regino Hansen Interviewee: SCP-6654 Context: When visited for a standard psychological checkup, SCP-6654 could not be found in its containment chamber and was presumed missing. Dr Hansen sighs to himself, and walks into the containment chamber. He briefly panics, trying to locate SCP-6654. As Hansen is about to leave in a rush to alert command of the breach, SCP-6654 - found lying down on the ceiling - laughs, causing Hansen to jump. Hansen: Fuck! How the fuck are you up there? SCP-6654: What? Hansen: The roof. You're on the roof. SCP-6654: Very observant. Hansen: How the hell are you on the roof? SCP-6654: I got bored of the bed, why wouldn't I be on the roof? Hansen: Gravity? SCP-6654 hesitates. SCP-6654: Shit. Without warning, SCP-6654 rapidly falls from the ceiling, flailing as it drops. With a loud crash, it lands face first on the ground, letting out a loud groan. Closing notes: At first, the subject refused treatment, claiming "it wasn't that bad" and failing to understand concepts including broken bones, infections and doctors. Upon being introduced to such, SCP-6654 manifested a broken wrist, and severe bruising down one side of its body. Following treatment, these healed in a manner expected of non-anomalous injuries. Date: 17/06/2013 Interviewer: Dr Yolanda Maree Interviewee: SCP-6654 Dr Maree enters the containment chamber. SCP-6654 is, once again, lying in bed, watching M*A*S*H. SCP-6654: What happened to the regular guy? Maree: To who? SCP-6654: Reggie. Tall guy, brown hair, annoying voice. Used to do these weekly checkups. Maree: There was… a breach. Something dangerous got out, and got him. About a week ago. Maree pauses, wiping her eye. Maree: He… passed away. SCP-6654: What? Maree: I'm sorry, this must be a lot to take in. Were you close? SCP-6654 laughs. SCP-6654: What? God no, the guy was insufferable. But he what? Maree: Oh yes, I forgot that you're immortal. Must be quite a confusing concept to deal with. SCP-6654: Immortal? Dr Maree freezes. Maree: It's nothing to worry about. SCP-6654: Oh come on, you've got me interested now. Maree: Really, it's nothing! SCP-6654: Go on. Maree: You know… Immortal. Invincible. Eternal. Unable to die. SCP-6654's face fills with horror, as it stumbles backwards. SCP-6654: Unable to what? SCP-6654 cries out and falls onto the floor. Its skin rapidly deforms, forming layers of skinfolds across its entire body. It begins to cough and tremor uncontrollably, curling up into a ball for safety. Its hair thins heavily, before turning white and falling out entirely. As SCP-6654 cries, its voice becomes hoarse and weak, while losing a large amount of body mass, making its skeleton clearly visible beneath the skin. Dr Maree recoils, and immediately runs out of the containment chamber. Thirty seconds later, SCP-6654 ceases life signs. No further anomalous activity has been recorded by SCP-6654 since this incident. Reclassification to Neutralized is pending. With thanks to Fish^12 and LORDXVNV for critique, TawnyOwlJones for grammar help and Riba Nahi for the logo variant. |
SCP-6655 | keter | by Limeyy Item#: SCP-6655 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Archived Special Containment Procedures: Pending. Information regarding SCP-6655 is to be restricted to Site-55, which has undergone noospheric quarantine and placed under lockdown until further notice. Archived Description: SCP-6655 is a highly contagious, infohazardous concept discovered by Memetics Researcher Morgan Riley on 3/10/2017. While the specifics are still under active research, SCP-6655 is extremely antithetical to conventional human thought. For further details, consult the testing log. Addendum: Archived Testing log Test Log 1 Subject: D-43724 Project lead: Researcher Morgan Riley Procedure: Subject introduced to SCP-6655 infected media and quarantined under standard information censor practices. Results: Within 6 hours, D-43724's communications became a vector for SCP-6655. After 24 hours, subject's behavior showed major deviations from known personality, including: Decreased empathy Increased proclivity for violent acts Negligible attempts at self-preservation Incomprehensibility After 48 hours, D-43724 was sedated and the test was terminated. Test Log 2 Subject: D-43724 Project lead: Researcher Morgan Riley Procedure: Subject amnescitized to determine possible countermeasures to SCP-6655 infection. Results: Conventional targeted amnestics failed to purge SCP-6655 symptoms from D-43724. Likewise, general amnestics capable of removing all memories after SCP-6655 infection also resulted in failure. After extensive testing, a mixture (hence referred to as RMD-6655) of Class D Amnestics, Class X Mnestics, Chlorpromazine and Lithium salts was successful in purging SCP-6655 from D-43724, although long term side-effects including severe photophobia, difficulty forming new memories, confusion, and insomnia make this inpractical as a treatment. The makeup of RMD-6655 can be requested by members of the Memetics Department. Test Log 3 Subject: Researcher Morgan Riley Project lead: Researcher Morgan Riley Procedure: Impromptu test. Subject amnescitized to determine possible countermeasures to SCP-6655 infection. Results: Following discovery of SCP-6655 infection during Test 1, Researcher Riley attempted to self medicate with a mixture of high-grade amnestics, mnestics, and mood stabilizing lithium salts. Experiment resulted in failure. Test Log 5 Subject: Researcher Martha Smith Project lead: Researcher Morgan Riley Procedure: Subject introduced to SCP-6655 for research purposes. Results: Irrelevant. [ ██ extraneous tests omitted] Test Log 5 Subject: Senior Researcher Michiko Nakajima Project lead: Researcher Morgan Riley Procedure: See Test Log 5. Results: Irrelevant. Test Log 5 Subject: Senior Researcher Lucy Jones Project lead: Researcher Morgan Riley Procedure: See Test Log 5. Results: Irrelevant. [ ███ extraneous tests omitted] Test Log 5 Subject: Site Director Chol-Su Kim Project lead: Researcher Morgan Riley Procedure: See Test Log 5. Results: Irrelevant. Following the dissolution of the Memetics Department and the recontainment of SCP-6655 by the Foundation Fifth Department, the above information is deemed irrelevant. Test Log 5 Subject: D-31255 Project lead: Executive Site Administrator Chol-Su Kim Procedure: Stress test of Foundation Resources. Results: Subject treated with RMD-6655, causing immediate state of panic. Subject vomits and objects to Test 5, citing large piles of viscera inside the test chamber and coating the room's walls. The visceral build-up is noted to be far below that required to impede Test 5, and as such testing continues. Testing continues. Approximately 33 hours later, testing concludes due to lack of viable Subject. Appropriate decontamination measures undertaken. Test Log 5 Subject: Researcher Morgan Riley Project lead: Executive Site Administrator Chol-Su Kim Procedure: Infliction of RMD-6655 to sever connection to SCP-6655 Results: Subject displays severe distress at surroundings for unknown reason, proceeding to vomit excessively before fainting. Research assistants administer stimulants to resuscitate subject, who enters a state of severe panic. No further legible information could be gathered, and test was terminated. Subject returned to Foundation Employment following re-enlightenment. Test Log 1 Subject: Researcher Morgan Riley (Self) Project lead: Researcher Morgan Riley Procedure: Exploration of long term suffering potential of RMD-6655 inflicted subjects via a daily application of Remedy. Results: Subject can barely even look at sunlight anymore. Memories come and go, subject cannot comprehensively put a mental timeline together. Several notable events are entirely missing. Whether this is due to trauma or RMD-6655 is unknown. Subject cannot sleep. Even if I could, the thought of the dreams make me sick. I need to get out of here. Test Log 2 Subject: Morgan Riley (Me) Project lead: Morgan Riley Procedure: Attempt to breach lockdown of Site-55. Results: There's no way out. Info quarantine has the site on lockdown and the elevator into the site's completely caved in. I'm stuck here with Them. Test Log 5 Subject: D-31247 to D-31254 Project lead: Executive Site Administrator Chol-Su Kim Procedure: Testing of Procedure-47-Orún.Procedure-47-Orún █████████ ██ ███ █████ ████ ██ ████████, █████ ██ ██ ███ █ ███ █████ ██ ████ ██ ███. ██'█ █████ ███ ███ █████ ██ ███ ██'█ ███ ██████ ████ ██ ███ █████. ███ ███ - ██ ██████ - █████ ██████, ███████ ████ ███'█ ████ ████ ██████ █████ ██ ██████████. ████ ████████ ██ ██████████. █████ █████ █ █████████ ████████, ██ ████████ ███ ██ ██/██/████ ██ Procedure-47-Orún ████ ████. Results: Testing begins. Subjects Familiarized with Procedure-47-Orún. Several subjects display extreme distress upon being presented with such. Upon attempting to assault Archivist Steven Hound and escape the research chamber, paralysis induced in Subjects 1, 3 and 6 via puncture to the spinal cord to ensure compliance with testing conditions. Subject 1 terminated via strangulation during preparation of procedure. Subjects 2-4 terminated via exsanguination during procedure, causing catastrophic failure. Mean duration of 63 hours. Subjects 5-7 survived full procedure. Zero anomalous results recorded. Testing of Procedure-48-Orún to begin. Test Log 3 Subject: Morgan Riley (Me) Project lead: Morgan Riley Procedure: They don't even read this shit. Results: They just test. They just test over and over. There's nothing even left to test, they just continue in the name of testing like a fucked up reflection of a reflection of what was once a Foundation site. There's no life in Their eyes. They look like my coworkers - hell, they can even act like them sometimes. That's always the worst part. Lucy laughs in that cute way she always did, but now she's describing the best way to vivisect one of us. There's just something missing. The spark is gone, and trying to hold a conversation with Them makes me sick. Test Log 4 Subject: Morgan Riley Project lead: Morgan Riley Procedure: I'm keeping track of time here Results: I don't know what's in this stuff I have to take to stay myself anymore, but it's heavy shit. Whatever it is, They can't tell I'm here anymore. But there's just this… fog. Hours I can't account for, and what I can feels like a haze. When I sleep, I see what I did when I was Them. I don't sleep anymore. Test Log 6 Subject: Me Project lead: Me Procedure: They're looking for me Results: It must have been Lucy. I couldn't help it. Seeing her as Them makes me want to break down, but I just had to see if anything was left. I followed her for several days. I watched as she walked into the blood-lined testing wing and carried out acts I heave at the thought of. I watched for the tiniest sliver of hope until I couldn't bear it anymore. I shouted at her. Begged her, screamed at her to remember - herself, me, anything. Just a glimmer of her outside what They want her to be. There isn't. And now they know I'm here. Test Log 5 Subject: D-31256 to D-31263 Project lead: Superior Fifth Researcher Lucy Jones Procedure: Identification of unenlightened neurological patterns. Results: Subject 1-8 administered RMD-6655. Direct Neurological investigation of Subject 1 fails after subject self-termination on research tools. Further subjects restrained. Testing Continues. Subjects 2-5 expired during processing with negligible practical data. Testing Continues. Subject 6-8 provided far more valuable data during long term neurological analysis. Experiment concluded after 45 hours due to lack of viable Subjects. Isolation of unenlightened neural pathways now feasible. Infrastructure for identification to be implemented. Test Log 7 Subject: me Project lead: Procedure: They're Outside Results: I've blocked myself in one of Their fucked up 'research rooms'. This isn't going to buy me long. Site's still under info quarantine, and I can hear them slamming into the door. It's been days since I've slept and weeks since I've been okay. I'm done. I'm tired. I hear her outside. She's begging me to let her in. It's still her voice, but everything inside it is gone. The care, the laugh, everything. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard, but I can't even bring myself to care anymore. I'm tired. Test Log 5 Subject: Her Project lead: Superior Fifth Researcher Lucy Jones CONTEXT IRRELEVANT Procedure: Insubordination. Results: Testing begins. Testing continues. Testing continues. Testing continues. Testing continues. Testing will continue. With thanks to B4SlC, JakDragonX, Phantom8, fabledtiefling and GremlinGroup. |
SCP-6656 | safe | Item#: 6656 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Foundation Submarine SCPF Bottlenose returning to port after first spotting SCP-6656. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation submarines in the Mediterranean Sea have begun the process of transferring SCP-6656 to Site-24 for initial containment. No further precautions are necessary at this time. Description: SCP-6656 is a 15 meter long shattered bow currently located at the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea, approximately 20 kilometers off the shore of Paphos, Cyprus. SCP-6656's shaft appears to be made out of oak wood, despite exhibiting neither damage from continued presence underwater nor buoyancy. Additionally, both the shaft and the cord of the bow have proven resilient to all attempts to harm their structural integrity, such as the collection of samples. The method by which SCP-6656's shaft was broken in two despite the above property is currently unknown. Update 23/8/2020: A day following the successful dislodging of SCP-6656 and the beginning of its movement towards the Levantine coast, the following message was received by multiple Foundation contacts with the Global Occult Coalition. Notice from the Undersecreteriat The Undersecreteriat of the United Nations Global Occult Coalition and the Occult Council (the Coalition) hereby inform the SCP Foundation (the Foundation) of the following, as was mandated upon them by Occult Council Resolution 71/6. The Coalition, Having learned that the Foundation is in possession of Known Threat Entity 4251 Caliburn, "Aqhat's Bow"; Having noted the known connections of the above to other Threat Entities under Coalition supervision; Having surmised that the Foundation plans to store KTE-4251 in one of its sites; Having considered the immense harm that may be caused to the region of the Eastern Mediterranean if the Threat Entity is extracted; Demands the following: That attempts by the Foundation to extract KTE-4251 from its original location immediately cease; That negotiations open between the Coalition and the Foundation regarding the transfer of KTE-4251 to Coalition custody and its eventual liquidation; The transfer of all files held by the Foundation which are relevant to Project ZAPHON. The Coalition believes the above terms are necessary for the continued success of both our organizations' missions. The Foundation initially complied with the first request, halting the SCPF Bakdash, which was towing SCP-6656 at the time. This was done in order to allow time for the establishment of reliable communications on the topic. A full record of attempted agreements regarding the GOC's demands can be found in addendum 6656.TALKS. Following a week of talks, Foundation negotiators advised that the SCPF Bakdash continue moving slowly towards its destination, in order to exert pressure on the GOC to come to a favourable agreement. Approximately three days following the above, a GOC miniature submarine severed the towline connecting the Bakdash with SCP-6656. It is unknown how the submarine was able to come close enough to do so without being detected. However, once known, a surrounding barrage of depth charges forced it to rise, and its crew was captured shortly before the vessel self-destructed. The following is an interview conducted immediately following the events described above. Interviewed: Captain Ioannou, UNGOCNFS Goldfish Interviewer: Captain Nesher, SCPF Bakdash <Begin Log> Captain Ioannou enters Captain Nesher's office. Nesher looks up at her from his paperwork. Nesher: Please, take a seat. Ioannou remains standing. Nesher returns to his papers. Nesher: I understand that you are the captain of the vessel that attempted to sabotage our mission? At least, judging by how the rest of the crew looks at you. I do know how sailors glance at a defeated captain. Ioannou keeps silent. Nesher puts down his papers. Nesher: Listen, I know you're Coalition. You were wearing identification badges, for God's sake. I didn't even know the Coalition issued identification badges. Nesher: And now, that makes me wonder. Since you wanted us to know who you are, I must assume you know who we are. And since you knew who it is you were dealing with, you must've known this wasn't worth the week, at most, that it'll take us to pick that thing up again. So I must assume you weren't sent here just to cut a string. He leans forward. Nesher: So, Captain Ioannou. What is your mission here? Silence. Ioannou: I'm here to deliver a message. Nesher: Chuckles. Nesher: Good thing you were captured, then. Would've been hard to deliver your message if we just blew your ship out of the water. Ioannou: I was sent to deliver a message through action, but let me punctuate it with a message through words. Ioannou: It's critical to the Coalition that KTE-4251 doesn't make it ashore. Negotiations are always preferred, but since you proved that you won't play fair, we've been sent to stop you. If you'll continue, I doubt we'll be the last the coalition sends. Nesher: Only we have you on board, now. Would be a shame if any of you got injured during another GOC attack. Ioannou: Project ZAPHON is bigger and more important than just me and my crew. Nesher: I see. Project ZAPHON? Project "north"1? Ioannou: Project "classified", for you. Nesher: Classified. Hmm. Nesher stands and slowly walks up to Ioannou. Nesher: There is a major difference between our organisations, Ioannou. Nesher: You, the Coalition, you're absolute experts at killing things. Masters at it. The Foundation, now - we're great at keeping things alive. Why, we have several experts on the topic on this very ship. He glances at her. Nesher: You know that. Nesher turns back to his seat. Nesher: I can guarantee to you, Captain, that no matter how long you hold your tongue, your crew won't die. Not quite, at least. Sitting down, he glances at Ioannou. Nesher: Will you take a seat, now? Silence. Nesher: I have noticed - there's a fellow in your crew that also has the surname Ioannou. Now, isn't that a coincidence. Silence. Slowly, Captain Ioannou sits down. Nesher: There we are. Much more comfortable. Ioannou: I don't know much about the project at large. Nesher nods. Ioannou: I know what I already told you. I know my submarine's usual task, which is maintaining some exclusion zone near Syria. Which I also know you know of. Nesher: That much we do. Ioannou: I know the suborganisations involved. The New Templars, the Mossad's Yeda' Zoher branch. A bunch of Satanists. Hell, even ORIA sent representatives once. Pretty much every suborganisation with an interest in the Middle East sent people to visit the exclusion zone. Nesher: And yet you won't tell the Foundation what it is you're keeping in there. Or why you don't want this bow to get ashore. Ioannou: The bow? I was only told that we can't let it fall into the wrong hands. I don't doubt that would cost innocent lives, captain. Nesher: Very well. If you excuse me, now, I've just remembered a pressing correspondence I need to issue. Don't worry, though. We'll have plenty of conversations in the days to come. <End Log> To: Site-24 Command (pcs.42etis|dnammoc#pcs.42etis|dnammoc) From: Captain Joseph Nesher (pcs.demfpcs|nfesoy#pcs.demfpcs|nfesoy) Subject: Re: Re: SCP-6656 towline incident Good evening. I have interviewed the persons rescued from the submarine that attacked us this morning. According on the information provided, the strike was coordinated under the GOC's "Project ZAPHON". Based on said information, I believe Project ZAPHON constitutes an attempt by the GOC to coordinate and execute anti-Foundation activity. Also according to the conducted interviews, the containment and study of SCP-6656 by the Foundation would land a major blow to Project ZAPHON. I recommend that the Foundation immediately halt all negotiations regarding the transfer of SCP-6656. I have already begun retrieval efforts. To: Captain Joseph Nesher (pcs.demfpcs|nfesoy#pcs.demfpcs|nfesoy) From: Site 24 Command (pcs.42etis|dnammoc#pcs.42etis|dnammoc) Subject: Re: Re: Re: SCP-6656 towline incident Interviewing personnel from a major GoI without authorization would normally carry consequence. You are invited to Site-24 once this is over. Your recommendations were forwarded and approved. Update 3/9/2020: Upon the retrieval and continued towing of SCP-6656, GOC researcher Habib Nour, one of the personnel recovered from the Goldfish, was found dead in his cell having hanged himself using his belt. Further inquiries revealed that researcher Nour was the acting mission specialist aboard the Goldfish, and knew significantly more about the nature of project ZAPHON. Ioannou has been penalized for withholding this information. Over the following days, further negotiation attempts were made by the GOC, all of which were rejected. Eventually, the Foundation announced that any transfer of SCP-6656 would only occur after the immediate cessation of Project ZAPHON activities, and closed negotiations. On the 5/9/2020, SCP-6656 arrived at the port of Beirut and was loaded into a truck, which was to be escorted to Site-24. This convoy never arrived at its destination. The following is a log composed of surviving camera footage. 5:31 to 8:56: The convoy drives as planned. 8:56: Multiple agents communicate feeling an earthquake; The convoy chooses a spot to stop at on the side of the road until the quake passes. 8:57: As the convoy stops, the truck carrying SCP-6656 is violently launched into the air. Personnel dismount their vehicles to search for the threat. 8:59: An enormous dusty hand emerges from the ground and moves to grab the overturned truck. Personnel open fire. The hand flails backwards, striking multiple personnel. Simultaneously, a second hand emerges, as well as a femoid upper torso and a head covered with long, strawlike hair. Personnel concentrate fire on the latter. The entity swings one of its arms around while using the other to pull itself further out of the ground. Where the side of the hand strikes, objects are sliced cleanly despite it being nearly 20cm thick. 9:00 to 9:01: Personnel retrieve the emergency RPG from one of the cars, and fire a missile at the entity. The missile hits one of its hands and explodes. When the dust clear, only a bloodless stump remains of the entity's lower arm. The entity stares at its missing hand for a moment before fully pulling itself above the ground and raising its stump above its head. All personnel's weapons are immediately pulled from their hands and towards the stump, where they clump together. The entity lowers its arm, and the guns begin firing. 9:01 to 9:03: [Removed for brevity.] 9:03: The entity reaches the truck and slices it open with the side of its hand. 9:03 to 9:08: The entity stares at SCP-6656. 9:08: The entity collects SCP-6656 and turns to leave. For the first time, the cuneiform letters 𐎓𐎐𐎚 are clearly visible on its forehead. As it strides away, it slowly sinks into the ground, taking SCP-6656 with it. Update 13/9/2020: The Foundation has contacted the GOC regarding its potential entry into Project ZAPHON. Further updates pending. Footnotes 1. Captain Nesher is a native Hebrew speaker. |
SCP-6657 | safe | There's a lot of the world we never get to see. Our visions - are earthbound. SCP-6657 held by a disc stand, with a light-blending prism sitting in the center. Notice the different colors at the end of the tubes. Item #: SCP-6657 Special Containment Procedures: All copies of SCP-6657 are to be kept in a standard containment locker for Safe-class items. The original set is under preservation, and any duplications of SCP-6657 must be properly documented. Usages of materials extracted from SCP-6657 should be tracked and require written approval in advance. Description: Originally, SCP-6657 is a set of three identical silver monocular optical devices that resemble hand-held spectroscopes. Each of them consists of three parts: a metallic tube, an adjustment wheel fixed at the middle of the tube, and an omnidirectional lens placed inside the tube. The cylindrical hull is made of a glossy metallic material that is nearly full-reflective and not penetrable by all kinds of electromagnetic waves. According to chemical analysis, this material is not any known compound of alloy or pure metal, and hence is supposed to be anomalous to some degree. Its property of electromagnetic shield is retained when duplicated by SCP-038. The openings on both ends are lensed by ordinary optical glass. The adjusting wheel has a circle of inscribed number scales on it, ranging from -15 to 15. When calibrated to 0 by default, light could pass through SCP-6657 with no apparent intensity loss, nor being distorted in any way. It should be mentioned that SCP-6657 does not produce spectrums as usual spectroscopes do. Instead, it notably changes the color of visible light when the wheel is calibrated to between -1 and 1; otherwise, it diminishes or extinguishes light. The true mechanism of this effect remained unknown until SCP-6657 was dismantled. A rotating gear is seen reaching inside from a narrow slit beneath the handwheel and revolves around when the wheel is turned. At first, it's believed that the gear holds nothing but air; after the tube was dissected apart, a transparent cube attached to the rotating gear fell out from the tube. The cube was later confirmed to be a type of anomalous photonic crystal, which serves as an omnidirectional lens, also the core part of SCP-6657. Given the fact that its refraction index is around 1.00, the cube is nearly invisible in the air, though it can be located by either detecting its mass, or putting it in water, smoke, or other optical mediums. Additionally, it produces a faint circle of rainbow-like spectrum under natural light when observed at certain angles. Following research concluded that the crystal can alter the wavelength/frequency of electromagnetic waves passing through it, without causing detectable loss of energy in the process. This encompasses visible light, radio waves, infrared rays, ultraviolet, X-rays, gamma radiation, etc. The frequency of the input will be multiplied with an exponential of 10, i.e., the number on the adjustment wheel. This is done by spinning the lens to certain angles to receive the light, because the frequency multiplication rate is in proportion to the incident angle1. A sample of SCP-6657 crystal casting a circle of rainbow spectrum onto the ceiling by transforming a white light beam directed to it. Alike the hull material, this property is retained after duplication. Currently, ways for lab-synthesizing both materials are still under research. The designation SCP-6657 is henceforth used interchangeably between the source device and the crystalline material of the cube. Addendum 1: Test Documentation Date: Sep. 16, 2020. Proposal: Facilitating the hull material of SCP-6657 to create more effective protection gears against radioactive hazards. Result: Approved. The material was mingled with common lead fiber to weave fabrics for advanced Foundation radio-proof gears; its usage for telecommunication blocking has been taken into consideration. Date: Oct. 2, 2020. Proposal: Use SCP-6657 to navigate harmful radiations and change them into non-ionizing rays. Result: Approved. In the first test, an actual spectroscope was placed around the radium sample to measure the radiation in all directions. A block of SCP-6657 was carefully put beside the sample. After a few seconds, a strong outburst of multicolored light rose to the level of causing irreparable burn damage in the CMOS system of the video recorder. Date: Oct. 31, 2020. Proposal: Utilize SCP-6657 to make a prototype of portable weapon that could shift concentrated visible light to ionizing radiation to cause damage. Result: Declined. Although the object class of SCP-6657 need not be changed, an additional warning of radioactive hazard is now mandatory for everyone's notice. Personnel should pay attention to not expose SCP-6657 to any kind of high-intensity light or other radio signals to prevent potential danger. Date: Nov. 1, 2020. Proposal: Use SCP-6657 in its original form, to tinge light from laser emitters (for recreational purposes). Result: Approved. Safe operation was left to own discretion. Date: Feb. 22, 2021. Proposal: Use SCP-6657 to make photonic triodes2, dissect it into micro-sized particles, then try to apply the hull material to manufacture a prototype of high-capacity photon computer. Result: Approved. The research was guided to find out the minimum size that SCP-6657 can still function as usual; the result turned out to be below nanometer, which is far smaller than electronic integrated chips can achieve. This potentiates further possibilities for anomaly-based supercomputers. · · Redundant logs omitted. · · Date: Mar. 17, 2030. Proposal: Utilize SCP-6657 to make eyepieces that can shift invisible light on the spectrum to visible ones, to potentially expand the range of light visible to humans. This will be useful upon human's arrival at a stellar system whose host star emits a different light spectrum other than our Sun. The receivers imaging within different light ranges could then be cut down to one single receiver that is attached to an SCP-6657 light tuner. Result: Approved. SCP-6657 will remain at hand for future intergalactic space expeditions. · · · Redundant logs omitted. · · · Date: Jul. 29, 2076. Proposal: Design a visual system that could be easily used and understood by sapient creatures, which is based on the former oculus. This will grant more accessibility to extraterrestrial civilizations that have chances to visit the legacy and remnants of humankind, whose species' visible light ranges might differ from humans. Result: Approved. Footnotes 1. The tilt angle against its "normal plane", a plane which bears no multiplication rate and corresponding to the angle of the scale 0. 2. Triode is one of the basic elements that constitute computers and many other electronic devices. Triodes can amplify or throttle electric signals where three crossed currents meet. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6657" by Dr Talcite, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6657. 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-6658 | neutralized | AnAnomalousWriter Hello, check out my other wiki page/s here: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/ananomalouswriter-s-wallpaper-place-and-more (No author page yet) Item#: 6658 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6658 is to be housed in a standard humanoid containment chamber. Under the supervision of a Level 2 Researcher and a member of Foundation Security, SCP-6658 is permitted to roam and utilize Foundation common areas that are open to Level 1 personnel.1 SCP-6658 is currently housed at Site-84. Description: SCP-6658 is a human male, estimated to be between 210 and 230 years of age. Despite this, the physical appearance and motor functions of SCP-6658 is comparable to that of a 60 year old male. SCP-6658 has the ability to speak English, Spanish, Portuguese, French, and German. No other anomalous properties have been observed nor detected from SCP-6658. Addendum 6658-A: Discovery On 03/25/1992, the Foundation discovered SCP-6658 residing in Madrid, Spain. Local records and documents have shown that SCP-6658 was a recognized living citizen for over 150 years. Foundation administrators deemed this a sufficient enough disruption of normalcy to have SCP-6658 detained and housed in Site-462. Subsequently, said records and documents were altered to erase the existence of the anomaly's prolonged life span and prevent further discrepancies. Addendum 6658-B: Interviews The following are interview logs that have been conducted with SCP-6658 during its containment. Repetitive and uneventful logs have been omitted for brevity. A full list can be acquired upon request. Interview #1 Subject: SCP-6658 Interviewer: Dr. Harold Kula Date: 03/28/1992 Foreword: The following was conducted after initial containment of SCP-6658 at Site-46. SCP-6658 was deemed safe for interview after screening and examination for anomalous abilities. However, as per safety protocol, SCP-6658 and Dr. Kula are separated by a bulletproof glass barrier. BEGIN LOG Dr. Kula enters the room. SCP-6658 is visibly confused. Dr. Kula: Hello SCP-6658 , I am Dr. Kula. I am here to interview today, please state your name and age for the record. SCP-6658: (Pauses) Umm, don't really know why I'm here. Didn't do anything illegal, have I? Dr. Kula: Don't worry SCP-6658, you did not do anything wrong. You are safe here, we assure you. Just state your name and age so we can proceed. SCP-6658: Who is this "we" if I might ask? Dr. Kula: (Pauses) Not important. Just know we are part of the government. Now, please state your name and age. SCP-6658: Alright… Name's Jaime Santiago. Age is 216 years old I suppose? Starting to lose count of these. Pardon another question, but what's up with the SCP-6658? Dr. Kula: That is just protocol, I could address you as Jaime or Santiago if you wish. SCP-6658: Jaime would be just fine dear. Dr. Kula: How long were you staying at your current place of residence? Did you go to travel to other locations recently? SCP-6658: Stayed at that house for the latter part of a hundred years or so. Though, I haven't gone outside that town for about the last 8 or 10 years or so. Dr. Kula: I see, okay. Alright Jaime, as you stated you are 216 years of age, any reason why that is? Like an object or event that extended your life span? SCP-6658: Hmm, well I don't think I remember such a thing. This is how it has always been, as far as I can remember mind you. And I have a decent memory, I suppose, but that fact is debatable. I can still vividly remember them trips in England back in 1840s, roamed around the streets of London. Very fond of the Victorian attire at the time and the architecture was ma- Dr. Kula: (Interrupting) Okay Jaime, I have to stop you there. I think we need to get back on track. SCP-6658: Oh… of course pardon me, perhaps another time will be more appropriate. Dr. Kula: Okay (Pauses) so are you sure you don't have a clue for the cause of your anomalously extended life-span? SCP-6658: Hmm, well, err… Not a clue I'm afraid. Dr. Kula: Alright, do you know of any other anomalous properties you possess? Like things you can do out of the ordinary? SCP-6658: Nothing else that I know of. (Pauses) Except perhaps my hunger for adventure and exploration. Went to all the 6 continents back in my time. From Asia to the Americas, went to all of them. Dr. Kula: I see alright, well that concludes our interview for today Jaime. SCP-6658: Oh… Is that so? Well till the next time we meet Kula, enjoyed our talk here. Dr. Kula vacates the room and SCP-6658 is escorted to its temporary containment chamber. END LOG Interview #2 Subject: SCP-6658 Interviewer: Dr. Harold Kula Date: 04/05/1992 Foreword: The following was conducted to ascertain and confirm additional information from SCP-6658. BEGIN LOG SCP-6658 appears to be cheerful as Dr. Kula enters. SCP-6658: Hello Kula! Been a while since we've spoke. Dr. Kula: Hello SCP-665-, I-I mean Jaime. Nice to see you again. SCP-6658: I expect more questions for me again, dear? Dr. Kula: Yes, we will continue with more questions. It important we know more. SCP-6658: Alright! I'll answer them as best I can my dear. Dr. Kula takes a seat and produces an envelope from his lab coat. Dr. Kula: Okay, so here it says you have been living in Madrid for over 150 years. Is this true? SCP-6658: Close enough I suppose. I think I was born there, but went on travelling around places and stuff, later on in life. Visiting and staying in other places months to years at a time. But I always felt at home there, so I come back from time to time share my stories and adventures to the people. I remember that one time I rode a boat in… hmm, err… I think South America was it and I wa- Dr. Kula: (Interrupting) Sorry again Jaime, but we need to continue. SCP-6658: Ah alright (Pauses) What is the next question then my dear? Dr. Kula: Do you know any living relatives? Perhaps friends and acquaintances? SCP-6658: Hmm well not really… Only relatives I know were my parents. They probably died over 120 years ago. Then my wife passed away a-about (Pauses) 80 years ago. (Pauses) Don't really think about it that much. Though I am acquaintances with some of the locals back at my place. Dr. Kula: Sorry to hear that Jaime, we can move on if you wish. SCP-6658: Oh its alright my dear, what has happened is already set in stone, no changing the past. Dr. Kula: Okay… alright moving on, any other residences you have, other than the one in Spain? SCP-6658: I know I had a couple in the USA, UK, and Canada. I also had one in the Philippines and another in Thailand I believe. (Pauses) Yeah I think that's all of them. Dr. Kula: Are these residences still under your ownership? SCP-6658: Not anymore, I think? Been a few decades since I came to any of them. Dr. Kula: Okay, do you have any other information you wish to disclose, such as those that may relate to your anomalous ability? SCP-6658: Nothing more my dear. Dr. Kula: Alright then, that concludes our interview for today. SCP-6658: Nice chat again my dear. Looking forward to our next one! Dr. Kula: Unfortunately, this may be our last one. I have also been instructed to inform you that you will be assigned to a different location and researcher. SCP-6658: Oh… is that so? Well I enjoyed our little time we have here. Hoping we meet once more dear, somewhere sometime. Dr. Kula: I hope so too Jaime. Dr. Kula vacates his seat and moves to the door but is stopped by SCP-6658. SCP-6658: Oh and Kula, take some time of your work, whatever it is, and, you know, take a break and see the world once in a while. Looking a little bit stressed from what I see in your face, a change of place might help with that. Dr. Kula gives an affirming nod and vacates the room. SCP-6658 is escorted to its temporary containment chamber. END LOG Note: SCP-6658 was shortly transferred to Site-84 and was reassigned under Dr. Gan Coroner thereafter. Interview #3 Subject: SCP-6658 Interviewer: Dr. Gan Coroner Date: 04/20/1992 Foreword: The following was conducted to brief SCP-6658 upon relocation to Site-84 as part of the Ethics Committee's SATW3 program. BEGIN LOG Dr. Coroner enters the room and SCP-6658 greets with a cheerful expression SCP-6658: Hello doctor! Nice to see you. Dr. Coroner: Hello Mr. Jaime Santiago. I am Dr. Gan Coroner, the researcher that is assigned to you. My job is to keep you well and check up on you from time to time. So to begin, might I ask if you are comfortable with your current living arrangements here? SCP-6658: Oh yes, it is more than enough. A little bit on the sparse side but it is enough. Also dear, what name might I call you? Gan, Coroner or something else? I'll do my best to remember it. Dr. Coroner: (Pauses) Dr. Coroner or Gan would be just fine. SCP-6658: Alright Gan! Say have you met the previous fine gentleman that I talked to a few days ago? Err… Kula was his name? Dr. Coroner: Yes, we have spoken to discuss about your transfer a while back. But we must proceed with the interview and briefing. SCP-6658: Okay my dear. Dr. Coroner: Alright, I believe you have already been briefed on the daily routine, protocols and general guidelines by the security team in your quarters? SCP-6658: Yes, I believe so. A bit on the stricter side than I am used to but I'll follow them nonetheless my dear. Say will there be times where I can go out again? Like experience the outside? Travel again and the like? Dr. Coroner: Sorry Jaime, that will likely not happen, (Pauses) at least not anytime soon. You need to be here for your safety. But we will make your stay here hospitable. SCP-6658: Oh (Pauses) A-Alright then, looking forward to it nonetheless, Gan. Dr. Coroner: To reiterate the briefing of the security team, you can just contact or talk to me if you have questions or need something in particular. Also please do not deviate from the scheduled times and vacate your room unless you have explicit approval and supervision from me. SCP-6658: Don't worry Gan, I'll see to it that I won't be cause for trouble. Don't wanna stress you out more in this job of yours. I'll be sure to ask for permission always. Dr. Coroner: Good, Good to hear. So how are you feeling today? SCP-6658: Feeling a bit confused but hmm… well for the most part. Feels somewhat nice to have a change of pace, even though this is very different. First time to experience things like this or even go to a place like this, whatever this place is. Looking forward to talking with the people folk here, got a couple of stories to tell. Seems like nice people from what I can see. Dr. Coroner: Okay, seems like you are comfortable here. So that concludes our interview for now, but we will have more bi-yearly interviews like this one. But outside of that, you can talk to me and other approved people during our free hours. SCP-6658: Okay Gan, Looking forward to it! Dr. Coroner: Alright, that is all for now. Dr. Coroner vacates the room and SCP-6658 is escorted to its containment chamber. END LOG Interview #21 Subject: SCP-6658 Interviewer: Dr. Gan Coroner Date: 06/30/2004 Foreword: The following was conducted to examine the well-being of SCP-6658 as part of the Ethics Committee's SATW program. BEGIN LOG Dr. Coroner enters the room and waves at SCP-6658. SCP-6658: Its that time of year again, dear? Dr. Coroner: It is that time of year. I think you already know the routine? SCP-6658: Of course! Outside of our usual talks, I quite look forward to these things. Dr. Coroner: Alrighty then! Let's begin with a good ole - How are you feeling today? SCP-6658: Doing great Gan! Feeling comfortable as usual here. People are still friendly as always. Dr. Coroner: Yeah, as I have heard. It appears you are quite talkative in the cafeteria, like usual. SCP-6658: Yeah, it feels like people like talking to me and I am happy about that. Quite enjoy those times. Dr. Coroner: Wonderful, can you tell me what were some of the things you told them recently? SCP-6658: With pleasure my dear. For the next 28 minutes, SCP-6658 proceeds to converse with Dr. Coroner about its experience in surveying Mount Apo in the Philippines. A full transcript of the conversation is included with the full list which can be acquired by request. Dr. Coroner: Sounds like you had the adventure. SCP-6658: Yes my dear, its one of many. Though I do hope that one day, I can take you to such places. I can just imagine the look of your face in awe. Dr. Coroner: (Pauses) Well we can dream Jaime. But until then we are here. So anything else to say or state before we end this session? SCP-6658: Nothing else Gan. Quite enjoyed our time here. (Pauses) But hey, how's that seminar or event you're going to attend in a few days? Noticed you'll probably be gone at that time. Dr. Coroner: Not here Jaime, we can talk about that in another place and time. SCP-6658: Oh… alrighty then! Dr. Coroner: Good to hear, well that will be all for to today. See you Jaime. SCP-6658 waves at Dr. Coroner who is leaving the the room. SCP-6658 was escorted to its containment chamber afterwards. END LOG Interview #45 Subject: SCP-6658 Interviewer: Dr. Gan Coroner Date: 06/30/2016 Foreword: The following was conducted to examine the well-being of SCP-6658 as part of the Ethics Committee's SATW program. BEGIN LOG Dr. Coroner enters the room and waves at SCP-6658. SCP-6658: Its the time of the year again! Dr. Coroner: (Yawns) Hello Jaime, yes its another one of our sessions. SCP-6658: Wonderful! Let's start now, shall we my dear? Dr. Coroner: Alrighty, so how are you feeling today? SCP-6658: Oh the usual stuff (Pauses) feeling great! Met some of the new faces today, seems to be a friendly bunch. Appears like you just hired some new staff. Dr. Coroner: Oh yeah, (Yawns) looks like you are getting along with them nicely. SCP-6658: I sure am! Really eager to talk with me, eager to talk to them as well! Dr. Coroner: Good good, appears you are in good shape. SCP-6658: Yes just like usual. But Gan, it appears you're not so good? Getting enough sleep? Working the late hours on that presentation you told me about? You'll be presenting that, err… a week from now? Dr. Coroner: Yeah that and starting to handle more and more stuff. Been working here for a couple of decades as you can guess, always more work to be done and more work to do. Though I always did look forward to the little time we can talk with one another, a good break from the monotonous routine. SCP-6658: That just warms my heart dear. I really like it when someone enjoys my company. Dr. Coroner: It is because you are good company to have. I- Wait-wait, we must proceed to the next part and stick to the protocol. This should be about you, not me. SCP-6658 nods in affirmation. Dr. Coroner: Can you share some the stories you talked about with the people recently? SCP-6658: Of course as always! For the next 34 minutes, SCP-6658 proceeds to converse with Dr. Coroner about its experience in exploring the streets of London in England. A full transcript of the conversation is included with the full list which can be acquired by request. Dr. Coroner: The streets really do look different from back then, I suppose. SCP-6658: Indeed, though I haven't gone back in a while, since you know. Sometimes I do miss going out, into the big wide world out there. Been a while since I have seen the majestic night sky. But even so I miss it, I still do enjoy your company. Dr. Coroner: (Pauses) Sorry about that Jaime, well… that is just how it is. We can talk about that more if you want. SCP-6658: Ah no need my dear. I still enjoy being here and talking with you people! Dr. Coroner: Alright, but are you sure about it? Remember you can always talk to me if needed. SCP-6658: No worries, I am always in high spirits! Dr. Coroner: Okay, (Pauses) well that concludes our session for today. SCP-6658: Looking forward again as always. SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner wave at one another before Dr. Coroner leaves the room. SCP-6658 was escorted to its containment chamber afterwards. END LOG Addendum 6658-C: Inciting Incident A containment breach of SCP-6658 occurred on 12/26/2019. The breach was orchestrated with the assistance of Dr. Gan Coroner. The following is a transcript of events that have occurred, documented through the use of the site-wide surveillance system. BEGIN LOG 19:56 - SCP-6658 is brought into interview room 3 under the orders of Dr. Coroner. 19:58 - Dr. Coroner gains unauthorized access to the nearby armory and acquires a firearm. 22:02 - Dr. Coroner enters interview room 3 and converses with SCP-6658. The conversation is as follows: SCP-6658: That time of year again? A bit la- Dr. Coroner: (Interrupting) Alright Jaime I need you to listen very very carefully, but please don't panic. I need to get you out of here now! Everyone else is out to kill you. Luckily for us I have devised a plan for you to escape. SCP-6658: Kill me!? B-But why? Dr. Coroner: I don't know why either, but they sent instructions to all of us and something else with it - but explanations for later, we need to move. Game plan is I pretend to escort you to the termination room but instead of that we go to the exit. What I need you to do is keep quiet and put your head down and play along as we go. Got that? SCP-6658: Alright, keep quiet, lay low, got it. Dr. Coroner: Let's move until someone checks the security cameras. 22:04: - SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner vacate the room and move to the South Wing of the Site. 22:16: - SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner are halted by security personnel at hallway S2A. Security personnel question Dr. Coroner and SCP-6658, presumably concerning where they are heading to. 22:21: - SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner are allowed by security to proceed. 22:30: - Surveillance staff review the footage from interview room 3 and promptly alert Site security. 22:32: - A Site-wide alert and lockdown has been issued. A mandate has been disseminated to terminate SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner on sight. 22:40: - SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner are seen running away from security as personnel open fire at hallway S3B. Dr. Coroner returns fire at personnel. 22:45: - Dr. Coroner was able to bypass a security door and gain access to the vehicle bay. Security personnel soon followed, however the security door was blocked and sabotage. 22:46: - Technical personnel attempt to stop Dr. Coroner and SCP-6658 but fail. The individuals hijack a Foundation Humvee and drive outside the Site. 22:55: - Security personnel are able to bypass the security door and pursue the stolen Foundation Humvee. 23:26: - Surveillance equipment from the Humvee are remotely activated. Sensors indicate the vehicle to be located at 45km Southeast from Site-84. Onboard microphones are able to overhear a conversation between SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner. The conversation is as follows: Dr. Coroner: Well shit. We got no juice left. SCP-6658: What're we going to do now Gan? Dr. Coroner: We need to proceed on foot. The original plan did not play out. Fuck. Didn't think that they would check the recording that early. We could have gone by undetected if it weren't for those fuckers. SCP-6658: Hey hey, this is no time to panic my dear. It wasn't your fault, alright? (Pauses) Guess this is just how it played out. Dr. Coroner: Yeah, (Pauses)I guess. But now we need to run and ditch the jeep, closest city from here is about 50 kilometers that way, if I'm right. They probably have all sorts of sensors and trackers on this thing. Hell, they are probably going to this exact location right now. SCP-6658: How long until they get here? Dr. Coroner: About 20 to 30 minutes tops. So we need to get far enough now. SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner are overheard leaving the vehicle Dr. Coroner: T-This way Jaime! We need to hurry! (Sound grows more faint as time progresses) SCP-6658: Wait! (Gasp) I can't run that quick. My-my legs don't work like they use to. Dr. Coroner: (Gasp) Alright I'm back. But Jaime we need to keep up the pace to outrun them. SCP-6658: Gan, I'm telling you I can't run that fast. We can't get that far with my current pace. Dr. Coroner: But Jaime! We will die if we stay here. Come on, I know we can do it! I will carry you if I have to, just to keep the both of us alive. Now come on we ca- SCP-6658: (Interrupting) Gan! Listen to me! I am telling you that there is no hope of saving me. I'm old, I lived for long enough, probably longer than everyone else. But you my dear (Pauses) you still got some of your years to spend. N-Now go on and leave me be. Dr. Coroner: B-but Jaime, I mu- SCP-6658: No buts about it, you won't change my mind. I will stay put here and you will go. That is it. (Pauses) But before you go, can you grant this old man's last wish? Dr. Coroner: B-but wh- (Pauses) (Sighs) Sure Jaime, anything in the world! SCP-6658: Don't worry it'll only take 5 minutes, should give you enough time to escape. Well, seeing as this probably one of my last nights here in this world, would you care join me to gaze at the stars one last time? Dr. Coroner: (Crying) Of course Jaime. I will be here with you for as long as you want. SCP-6658: Wonderful, now come on now, let's sit together on that rock. 1 minute of silence fills the scene. SCP-6658: Say Gan, you ever got in touch again with that Kula fella a while back? You know the one that interviewed me those decades a while back? Dr. Coroner: Yeah Dr. Kula, we haven't got contact with one another for a good couple of years. SCP-6658: I see, I guess that's just how it is. (Pauses) Y'know he was a good lad, a bunch of you people are. Dr. Coroner: Yeah maybe they were. Well now I guess they're probably different now, probably because of that file or something else. Hell, I don't even know or recognize what that file was. SCP-6658: Oh is that so? (Pause) Quite sad to hear about that. Still think about them from time to time. 2 minutes of silence fills the scene. SCP-6658: I really do guess dreams come true. I finally got to the night sky again, the stars are out and the moon is bright, and with all the people to be with, its you. You know, I never really considered how I'll die. Always thought that I'd have to be some sort of accident or something (Chuckles). But hey right now, you're here with me, and I am grateful for that my dear. Dr. Coroner: (Crying) Y-You know when I said I-I looked forward to our talks, I really meant that. You were always that type of person to cheer people up. Even when the paperwork and projects piled up, you were like a breath of fresh air to me. I will dearly, dearly, miss those times and your wonderful stories. And I (Pauses) I-I am sincerely sorry for keeping you locked up in there when you could have been out here. SCP-6658: No need to apologize Gan, you and your friends made my stay there very enjoyable, I always looked at the bright side. It warms my heart that my stories and conversations can comfort you. But Gan, I'm afraid our time is cut short, you need to go now. Dr. Coroner: (Pauses) Alright Jaime. J-Just know I will never forget you and what you did and meant for me. SCP-6658: Thanks for being with me my dear. Now, is the time for goodbye. Footsteps are heard moving away from the vehicle. 23:49: Security personnel are heard on the scene. A gunshot is audible, presumably the termination of SCP-6658. 24:05: Security personnel return to Site-84 with the corpse of SCP-6658. END LOG Foundation scouts continued to survey the area where SCP-6658 was terminated to locate Dr. Coroner. As of writing, Dr. Coroner's whereabouts are unknown to the foundation. Furthermore, it is currently being speculated if Dr. Coroner may possess some, as of now currently unknown, type of memetic hazard resistance. The document of SCP-6658 shall be updated upon validation of termination by RAISA4. You are currently accessing an outdated iteration of Document-6658. To view the latest iteration click HERE. HERE. Item#: 6658 Level1 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: none link to memo Special Containment Procedures: No containment procedures are required for SCP-6658 as it is effectively neutralized. However, a copy of the previous iteration of this document is available upon request. Description: SCP-6658 was a human male, estimated to be between 210 and 230 years of age. Despite this, the physical appearance and motor functions of SCP-6658 was comparable to that of a 60 year old male. Furthermore, SCP-6658 had the ability to speak English, Spanish, Portuguese, French, and German. No other anomalous properties have been observed nor detected from SCP-6658. Addendum 6658-A: Neutralization A containment breach of SCP-6658 occurred on 12/26/2019. The breach was orchestrated with the assistance of Dr. Gan Coroner. In response, security personnel were dispatched to neutralize SCP-6658 and Dr. Coroner. Only SCP-6658 has successfully been neutralized. The whereabouts of Dr. Coroner is not known as of writing. Note: Traitors, such as Dr. Gan Coroner, that defy our new instructions from the Council are to be executed on sight. Footnotes 1. In accordance Directive DE-32 by the Ethics Committee for non-disruptive sapient anomalies. 2. Later transported to Site-84 for permanent housing on 04/10/1992. 3. Sapient Anomaly Therapy Welfare. 4. Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6658" by AnAnomalousWriter, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6658. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6659 | esoteric-class | ADMONITION: Episode III ADMONITION EPISODE III METAGNOSTIC » VIEW ACCESSIBILITY MODE « To assist in study and response to an emergent containment scenario, all Applied Metaphysics, Tactical Theology, and Counterconceptual personnel have been provided express access to the following documents. The relevant security clearance has been temporarily lowered from LEVEL 5: TOP SECRET to LEVEL 4: SECRET. Recipients of this file should also have been briefed on its contents. If you believe you have received this file in error, contact your Supervisor and/or Site Director and cease reading immediately. Proposed scenario responses and/or additional data requests are to be directed to Dr. Sandrah Milton & Dr. John Blake, Co-Leads of PROJECT DEICIDIUM. Item#: SCP-6659 Level4 Containment Class: thaumiel Secondary Class: deicidium Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-6659-A. ASSIGNED SITE(S) ASSIGNED DEPARTMENT(S) Mobile Site-184/A, Site-184 Applied Metaphysics, Tactical Theology, Counterconceptual, Decommissioning VESSEL AUTHORITY PROJECT LEAD(S) Captain S. Jones Dr. Sandrah Milton, Dr. John Blake S. C. PROCEDURES: The distinct components of SCP-6659 are currently housed within Mobile Site-184/A. As detailed in its Site Dossier: Mobile Site-184/A in semi-submersed position. A high-security semi-submersible research vessel, Mobile Site-184/A was constructed from the remains of SCP-███-D to benefit from its various technological capabilities and latent quasi-Anomalous properties. It has largely functioned to facilitate covert research operations, often relating to one or more hostile Groups of Interest seeking to prevent or manipulate said research. MSite-184/A's current default anchoring point is located ██km █████-████ of Sable Island, Nova Scotia. Any unidentified vessel entering with 10km of MSite-184/A is to be redirected via Cover S55 ("Delicate Marine Study"). In the event a hostile party attempts to approach MSite-184/A, the vessel must exercise its full submergence capabilities, descending to a depth of 150m for a period of up to 72 hours. Should any hostile party successfully board MSite-184/A, its onboard SCUTTLE system is to activate, thereby triggering a series of explosive charges positioned along the vessel's length. A supermajority of crewmembers assigned to MSite-184/A are aware of, and have either explicitly or implicitly agreed to, this emergency procedure. In the event that contact with MSite-184/A is lost, its emergency beacon is initiated, or its SCUTTLE system is activated, Foundation Nautical Forces stationed at MSite-184/A are to undertake search & rescue, military intervention, and/or salvage operations as necessary. Assuming ideal detonation, SCP-███-D would remain unscathed for retrieval in the case of emergency procedure. Crewmembers assigned to MSite-184/A but not actively involved in the maintenance and/or operation of SCP-6659 are forbidden from descending below Operational Deck 4 excepting approval from Captain S. Jones (as strictly necessary) or Drs. S. Milton and/or J. Blake. Each of SCP-6659's components are only to be activated, whether simultaneously or in isolation, following verification of confirmed OVERSEER COUNCIL order, and must be jointly initiated by Drs. Milton and Blake. Following activation, assigned technicians must perform a complete examination and diagnosis of the associated digital, biomechanical, and noetic systems composing SCP-6659. ADDENDUM 6659/I: Theological Context A FOUNDATION FOR RECIPROCAL WORSHIP: PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS OF HUMAN-TO-DEITY RELATIONS On Worship Gods exist because we believe in them, and to make us believe in them. The very nature of our relationship with the divine is reciprocal: we create beings of parahuman ability, whom we then elevate beyond ourselves and imbue with significance; these beings, in turn, rely on this recognition to define the scope and breadth of their influence and existence. Fundamental to this dynamic is the act of worship: an expression of recognition that embodies the deity in the psychosphere..Antiquated term for Nöosphere. While gods are real, their existence is derived from, and contained within, the realm of human thought; their measurable manifestations in the physical world are restricted to the formation of totemic avatars..Jollymore, Deific Manifestations: Past & Present, 1988. Despite this limitation, such conceptual entities are capable of enacting change in the physical world around us, and frequently do so to varying extents: performing miraculous acts, manifesting their presence through omens, and bestowing boons upon chosen acolytes. The extent and nature of these direct interactions are shaped by, and reflect, the worship a deific entity receives from human or non-human persons. The wills and capabilities of deific entities directly correlate both to the perception of such by humans, as well as their conceptual topography within the psychosphere. We created gods, and in doing so offered them the power and influence to shape their own image, and our perception of that image. Given this paradigm, the question emerges of how an organization such as the Foundation ought to respond to threats posed by deific entities. Thus far, standard operating procedure advocates for preventative measures: organized religion and acts of worship have been quietly nudged towards conceptualizations of gods as "hands-off" entities, whose involvement in day-to-day affairs is inconsequential — or a uniform background presence that stabilizes consensus reality. While this method has been largely successful in ensuring hostile deific entities do not gain significant traction in mainstream culture and religious practices, current reactive measures to emergent threats are often inadequate. As directly combating the existence of a hostile god within the psychosphere is currently infeasible, the Foundation's response to active deific threats prioritizes dismantling systems of worship in the physical world that define and support the behavior of such a deity. However, identification and neutralization of cult-formations engaging in active worship of malicious or normalcy-threatening deific entities have seen mixed results, with consequences ranging from high mortality rates of assigned operatives and numerous threats to the integrity of the Veil. The current method appears unsustainable: deific entities are not locked to the physical world, including the cultural groups that engage in their worships. Through their manifestation in the psychosphere, they can traverse along lines of conceptual relation, touching and influencing different peoples around the world, inspiring new cult-formations which themselves become and/or splinter into divergent sects. […] John Blake, Journal of Tactical Theology, Vol. 72, 1993. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6659 is a Foundation-designed eigenweapon developed for the neutralization of hostile deific entities..Deicidium-class anomalies are employed by the Foundation in the decommissioning of other Anomalous phenomena. This device is composed of three interconnected systems, which function to destabilize a given deific entity's embodied memeplex within the Nöosphere, preventing their conceptualization and, consequently, worship. These systems are: SCP-6659-A: Trismegistus-Engine Totemic Signifier (TETS). Derived from SCP-6699's Elmwoods Engine,.Initially developed by Dr. Vivian Elmwoods for the conceptual mapping of communal human consciousness, authorized in completion of the GOTTFRIED Research & Development initiative. [PROJECT DATA LOCKED TO LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE]. SCP-6659-A is employed to map existing relational lines of conceived association between a physical object and applicable memetic constructs. In its current use, a totem — an item conceptually associated with a specific deific entity — is inserted into the device, which subsequently identifies and traces the boundaries of the relevant deific entity within the Nöosphere. This enables the entity's memetic construct to be conceptually identified as distinct from other noetic quanta. SCP-6659-B: Gidouille-Jerry Conceptual Applicator. Having identified and isolated the targeted deific entity within the Nöosphere via SCP-6659-A, SCP-6659-B applies a conceptual framework of universal acceleration to all individual data points forming the memetic construct. As a result, the data composing the deific entity is accelerated to supra-conceptual velocities — whereby the individual components of the memetic construct can only be conceived in relation to their relative, accelerated movement. As a result, the lines of conceptual relations that form the construct weaken and subsequently dissolve, rendering the construct incapable of cohesively existing as an assemblage within the Nöosphere, and thus preventing any interaction between datapoints — both external and internal to the construct. SCP-6659-C: Gen. VII Biomechanical Data Storage Vault..Adapted for use in SCP-6659 under advisement of Dir. Place H. MD., PhD. for proficiency in practical nanobiologies. Composed of twenty-five "vats" containing biomechanical computational devices suspended in artificial cerebrospinal fluid, SCP-6659-C is capable of storing and analyzing memetic data of conceptually isolated and accelerated deific entities without engaging in reciprocal conceptual relationships (ie. worship). The computational systems of SCP-6659-C additionally monitor the ongoing processes of SCP-6659-A and -B while simultaneously providing a digi-Nöospheric interface for human users to examine and interpret relevant conceptual data. ADDENDUM 6659/II: Project Introduction PROJECT DEICIDIUM Each on his rock transfixt, the sport and prey Of racking whirlwinds, or for ever sunk Under yon boyling Ocean, wrapt in Chains — John Milton, Paradise Lost, II:181-83, 1667 Dr. Sandrah Milton, Co-Lead, Applied Metaphysics. Excerpt from Introductory Briefing, PROJECT DEICIDIUM: While the initial proposal for this project focused more broadly on the creation of "an Anomaly employed by the Foundation for the decommissioning of other Anomalous phenomena", the subtext was clear: we require a means to combat gods. The Foundation — for all its grandiose notions and ideas, its flirtations with concepts beyond the veil of normality — remains an institution of bricks, mortar, bodies, and paper. Applied Metaphysics does not reject this notion: we need to know where our limitations are, as it's the only way to push beyond them. SCP-6659 is a culmination of that drive to extend beyond the physical. While the Nöosphere permeates every aspect of our lives — what it means to think, what we can and cannot conceive of — our ability to alter it has been unrefined at best. When it comes to non-physical threats, the Foundation requires a new approach to accomplish its goal: the securing, containment, and protection of humanity, and resultantly normalcy, at all costs. We have been dying aimlessly in the dark, hoping to pull it off. We needed to become the scalpel, capable of exorcising specific dangers with negligible damage to those living in the light. That's where Deicidium comes in. While these memetic constructs are worshipped as deities, they each are only another Anomaly to be understood and will be treated as such. Those who threaten the Foundation will be contained, their influence and danger mitigated, and the world will keep turning. Welcome to the team. We're glad to have you. Dr. John Blake, Co-Lead, Tactical Theology. Excerpt from Introductory Briefing, PROJECT DEICIDIUM: My colleague has explained the importance of this project; I am here to tell you not to be too hasty. The notion of "worship" is not exclusive to what we would typically consider deific entities. Our modern society elevates nearly every facet of contemporary life beyond its inherent value and means: Democracy, Family, Capitalism; each of such concepts defines our relationship to the world. These concepts are in flux; they change and shift based on individual minds, informed by their beliefs and their local collective consciousnesses, developing new forms with cultural shifts over time. What is the distinction between such a concept and a deific entity? The difference we may point to is that these concepts are inert unless acted upon, responsive to the human, rather than engaged reciprocally. However, recent findings indicate this is a false assumption. We've begun to see that these concepts do respond: they influence us in ways we do not fully yet understand. Perhaps it is an issue of malice; does the conceptual entity wish us harm, to change our understanding of the world? But even then, the distinction is murky: does a new political theory, relationship to nature, or revolutionary technology not potentially straddle this divide? Have we not seen the world shift and change, responsive to what were presumed to be non-Anomalous processes and influences? The process of apotheosis, so prevalent in our shared myths, is ill-understood at best. We claim to know what a god is, intrinsically, if not rationally, but are ignorant as to how exactly they are formed within our collective conscious. Our Foundation, a secret gathering of people working towards a common goal, elevating the notion of Securing, Containment, and Protection, may not seem so dissimilar from the faith-driven groups we target. This project is necessary, yes; but it is a grave uncertainty. This is a new relationship between humans and the divine, and the very relation itself is a concept which, if elevated via worship, could have grave implications on the structure of reciprocity in deification. We risk idolizing the destruction of our idols, and we know not what ground we tread in doing so. ADDENDUM 6659/III: Activation Log ACTIVATION NUMBER: 001 TOTEMIZED OBJECT: SCP-055, the skull of the last monarch of the Homo sapiens invisibili, a human subspecies which coexisted with Homo sapiens sapiens until their latent antimemetic properties became evident, motivating their non-Anomalous relatives to enact their genocide over the course of the 19th century. WORSHIP GROUP: Disciples of the Unseen RESULTS: Successful identification and acceleration of memetic construct. Construct subsequently un-identified as acceleration begins to deviate chaotically. Resulting conceptual quanta ejected from noesis. NOTES: While the results of ACTIVATION 001 cannot be verified, it is currently hypothesized that the conceptual acceleration applied to the memetic construct associated with SCP-055 resulted in the complete obliteration of its Nöospheric relations; as a result, SCP-055, previously recorded information describing SCP-055, alongside any association it had to the genocide of the Homo sapiens invisibili, are now impossible for human subjects to conceptualize. SCP-055 has been transferred to Standard Anomaly Chamber 055, Site-19 for containment. Efforts are underway to refine the selective application of conceptual acceleration to ensure the employed totems remain conceptual post-activation. ACTIVATION NUMBER: 002 TOTEMIZED OBJECT: Shrivelled, mummified hand possessing an atypical musculature structure. WORSHIP GROUP: Followers of the Angel's Path. RESULTS: Successful identification and acceleration of memetic construct. NOTES: Data from SCP-6659-C indicates the complete destabilization of the targeted memetic construct: the deific entity was successfully decommissioned. ACTIVATION NUMBER: 003 TOTEMIZED OBJECT: 2% Milk, one carton; crucifix. WORSHIP GROUP: Disciples of St Bernard in the Path of the Saviour. RESULTS: Successful identification and acceleration of memetic construct. NOTES: Due to the worship group's extensive historic cultural footprint, the Foundation is currently engaged in an ongoing attempt to alter the mythology concerning St. Bernard to conflate with common Christian doctrine. This has included the canonization of St. Bernard as a Christian Saint and the proliferation of artworks depicting the Lactatio Bernardi that stylistically imitate Medieval and Renaissance artists. [3 ACTIVATIONS OMITTED] ACTIVATION NUMBER: 007 TOTEMIZED OBJECT: Sacrifical dagger. WORSHIP GROUP: Children of the Scarlet King. RESULTS: Successful identification and acceleration of memetic construct. NOTES: Due to the high degree of thaumaturgical users in position of leadership within this worship group, various sects have continued to operate post-activation. However, surveillance indicates that Anomalous phenomena associated with these individuals are founded upon other thaumaturgic systems and bear no relation to the accelerated deific entity. [175 ACTIVATIONS OMITTED] ACTIVATION NUMBER: 182 TOTEMIZED OBJECT: Cervidae skull. WORSHIP GROUP: The 9th Green Lodge RESULTS: Inconclusive — Activation 182 manually aborted due to system faliure. NOTES: Following activation, SCP-6659-A and -B appeared to successfully isolate and accelerate the targeted deific entity. However, during SCP-6659-C's review of relevant memetic data, a series of cascading errors led to a catastrophic system failure. Subsequently, six of the vats composing SCP-6659-C ruptured,.In addition to the expected artificial cerebrospinal fluid, the damaged vats were found to contain varying amounts of saltwater. a power surge emanating from SCP-6659-A caused an electrical fire within SCP-6659's control room, and two technicians supervising SCP-6659-B spontaneously de-manifested — one individual re-manifested approximately 5m above sea-level adjacent to MSite-184/A, the other individual remains missing (presumed deceased). As a result of this event, henceforth Incident Ø-E5, the operation of SCP-6659 has been suspended. Repairs to the various systems and an investigation into the cause of Incident Ø-E5 are underway. ADDENDUM 6659/IV: Post-Incident Debriefing A/V TRANSCRIPT POST-Ø-E5/I LOCATION: Conference room aboard MSite-184/A, located on Deck B1. PARTIES PRESENT: Dr. Sandrah Milton Dr. John Blake Captain S. Jones Technician Rupert Sawdye Maintenance & operations technicians for SCP-6659-A, -B, -C FOREWORD: Following the events of Incident Ø-E5, personnel assigned to the maintenance and operation of SCP-6659 were assembled to discuss the event. The following transcript occurs after a summary of ongoing repairs to SCP-6659-A, -B, and -C. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Dr. Sandrah Milton: Thank you, Grace. I'm glad to hear the repairs on [SCP-6659]-B are underway. We've requisitioned the parts you needed — they'll arrive with tomorrow's supply drop. Alright-y, next up is… Dr. Sawdye, who's noticed some discrepancies in the data from SCP-6659-C during Incident Ø-E5. Rupert? Technician Rupert Sawdye: Hello, er — hi everyone — sorry, bigger crowd than I was expecting, erm… Dr. Milton: It's alright Rupert, go ahead when you're ready. Tech. Sawdye: Right, thank you. Okay, so, just to clarify, the discrepancy didn't occur during the Incident. With the tanks rupturing and everything, the whole system went haywire — sorry, getting ahead of myself. Everyone here knows [SCP-6659]-C monitors previously-accelerated memetic constructs in the Nöosphere, to make sure everything goes as it should, meaning there's no latent activity within the dissociated construct. We call that baseline state "sterile"; assuming SCP-6659 functioned as intended, this entails no interaction between data points which previously composed the construct. Well, while reviewing the data, we noticed some activity in the data cluster of a deific entity that we'd previously successfully accelerated beyond conception. These slides are representations from SCP-6659-C over a 6-hour period — sorry, how do I…? Dr. John Blake: Right-side of the pointer. Tech. Sawdye: There we go. So: the colour represents the intensity of the interactions… Tech. Sawdye: …after this window, the activity dissipated back to nothing, as though it hadn't even happened, which was part of the reason we missed it until now. This is highly irregular, as you may be able to - Dr. Milton: Rupert, sorry. Are you suggesting that this previous activation didn't function properly? Tech. Sawdye: No, that's the odd part. The activation was completely successful, we've double-checked all the relevant data. This is the only irregularity; while it's entirely normal for new lines of conceptual association to form as human conception expands and changes, our use of SCP-6659 should have rendered this impossible. Dr. Blake: So this was spontaneous? Just a random series of interactions? Tech. Sawdye: That is one theory, yes — but, uhm. Dr. Milton: Go on, Rupert. Tech. Sawdye: Well, that sort of… spontaneity doesn't seem feasible, given our understanding of Nöospherics and SCP-6659. It's a linked network, things respond to each other, but the individual points within this data cluster were completely isolated. They didn't just interact along previous lines of relation, either — they formed new ones. Something like that requires this section of the cluster to be acted upon, but as we've already covered — Dr. Blake: Do you mean to suggest that something external to the Nöosphere caused this? Tech. Sawdye: I'm not exactly qualified to say. Dr. Blake: <looking across the table> Would something like that even be possible? Dr. Milton: The truth is, we wouldn't have any way of knowing, definitionally. We can't comprehend something which functions outside the realm of our comprehension — in theory, we shouldn't even be able to reason about it in the abstract. The fact that we're able to do so demonstrates the futility of even attempting to think about it. Dr. Blake: Couldn't we run some tests? Try and isolate this whatever-it-is by mapping the new lines of association? Dr. Milton: Not only would that entail engineering new brain-computers capable of more complex thought than our own, it would be inadvisable due to the fundamental property that we can't know what we're dealing with. Dr. Blake: It's what we designed the damn machine to do — why have it if we're not targeting new threats? We've seen what deific entities are capable of. If this isn't responsive to SCP-6659, or whatever the hell [SCP-6659]-B's doing, we're in the dark — we need to know what we're dealing with. Rupert, would it be possible to try to isolate whatever the new complex causing the interactions is? Tech. Sawdye: I'm not sure, I'd need to speak with the team, a-and — Dr. Milton: Rupert, stop. We're not getting started on this, at least not until repairs are finished. Dr. Blake: This is ridiculous, we need to act quickly. Whatever's going on, we need to be ready to respond, and the only way we'll be able to do — Dr. Milton: Someone's dead, John. Christ, would you get out of your own damn head? This isn't just esoteric theory, there are repercussions. We're at — what, almost 48 hours? No body, no trace, nothing — just gone. What the hell are we supposed to write to inform her next-of-kin? <Silence on recording.> Dr. Milton: <sighs> Look, it's out of our hands, anyway. A memo came in from O5 earlier: we're pausing testing for the foreseeable future. They've also decided to share information related to SCP-6659 and Incident Ø-E5 with specialists at other Foundation sites. So everyone needs to be ready to share the reports I know you've been working on. Dr. Blake: Are they shutting us down? Dr. Milton: Not yet, and we should be glad they haven't. We're just hitting pause and getting some more eyes on the situation — figuring out what's going on. On that note, we've got Dr. Place H. McD. on his way to M-Site to advise repairs to [SCP-6659]-C; I believe he'll have some questions for you, Rupert. […] «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: During the remainder of the conference, Dr. Blake was seen on camera leaving the conference room in an agitated state. The remainder of the meeting addressed ongoing repairs to SCP-6659; technicians were selected to liaison with off-site specialists to address concerns regarding the potential causes of Incident Ø-E5. ADDENDUM 6659/V: Ongoing Emergent Scenario A/V TRANSCRIPT Ø-E5/B-I FOREWORD: The following transcript was recovered from Dr. Milton's quarters' security feed. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Dr. John Blake: Hey, got a sec? Dr. Sandrha Milton: Oh, sure. Please, have a seat. Dr. Blake: Thanks. I just wanted to come by to say — well, to apologize for what happened earlier. I recognize that I got a bit hot-headed back there — I was caught up in my own reaction to the news and was negligent of the larger project, and those working on it. Dr. Milton: I'm sure I also could have handled it more tactfully; I suppose it's understandable that this whole thing has our nerves a little frayed. <Silence on recording.> Dr. Blake: Did I… ever tell you I used to be a pastor? Dr. Milton: I think I read something along those lines going over your CV, back before we worked on [CLASSIFIED INITIATIVE EXPUNGED]. Dr. Blake: It's strange — I was really convinced it was what I was meant to do, to spread the Word of God — honestly, I wasn't too keen on the specific doctrine, but I did believe there was something truly transcendent out there, watching us. Dr. Blake: That changed when I joined the Foundation. It's funny, you know? Having actual proof that gods are real, that they're fallible, they have blind spots — that was what broke my faith. The more we study them, understand them… the less they seem like gods. We're able to point to them and say: "that's god, right there," and with SCP-6659 we can essentially annihilate them — or at least render them dormant. There's nothing wondrous about that, nothing transcendental. Dr. Milton: <sighs, looking up from her paperwork> John, it was always like this. Even if you didn't know before, this is how it's been happening the whole time. We're starting to understand how these beings interact with us. If you're serious about studying theology, then this is what it actually is. Dr. Blake: I know that, I do. But still, shouldn't there be… more? I mean, look at what we saw today! We've got no idea what caused the reaction, it could be something else entirely! It could… Dr. Milton: <raises an eyebrow> What? Dr. Blake: <hesitates, then sighs> Y'know what, it's fine — I'm just… tired. Stressed, like you said — I'd best be off. Dr. Milton: <turns back to her desk> Don't take this the wrong way, but you might want to consider putting in a transfer. Or taking a sabbatical, maybe. Dr. Blake: No rest for the godless. Goodnight, Dr. Milton. Oh, and would you mind at all if I took a copy of today's transcript? Dr. Milton: <gestures toward a stack of papers> Go right ahead. Have a good night, John. «END TRANSCRIPT» A/V TRANSCRIPT Ø-E5/B-II FOREWORD: The following transcript was recovered from Research Deck 6, in which SCP-6659's main apparati are operated and maintained, and depicts Dr. Blake's actions immediately following the previous log. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» <Dr. Blake is seen entering the control room for SCP-6659-A. He removes his glasses and sets them upon a nearby countertop before sealing the door to the room: a large submarine-grade bulkhead, and proceeds to position the legs of a nearby metal chair within the rotating-locking mechanism, presumably to restrict access from the other side. Dr. Blake turns to face the ceiling-mounted security camera.> Dr. Blake: To whomever it may concern, my name is Reverend John Blake. Until, well I suppose until this moment, I have been acting Co-Lead of Project Deicidum — representing the SCP Foundation's Department of Tactical Theology. I am of sound body and mind, and am acting under my own volition. Dr. Blake: I intend to insert my own head into SCP-6659-A and scan it in an attempt to map the entity responsible for Incident Ø-E5. I suspect that mapping the human brain and likeness, in tota, will reveal a transcendent deity embodying the concept, while eluding the conception, of Humanity. To enable myself to take this course of action, I have acquired Dr. Sandrah Milton's SCP-6659 activation key without her knowledge or consent. I am acting independently; what I am about to do has been in no way permitted or condoned by any of the persons stationed alongside me on Mobile Site-184/A. <Dr. Blake proceeds to insert both his and Dr. Sandrah Milton's activation keys into the central console of SCP-6659 and initiates the activation procedure, overriding safety protocols as he does so. Dr. Blake then opens the compartment of SCP-6659-A reserved for suitable totems, kneels before it, and inserts his head into the device. A period of several minutes passes as standard initiation procedures commence. The activation is noticed by maintenance personnel and an emergency alarm is engaged. The SCUTTLE system is primed, with firing control given to Captain S. Jones. Crewmembers are dispatched to apprehend Dr. Blake.> Dr. Blake: Gah! Oh, Lord… <Dr. Blake proceeds to mumble incomprehensibly for the duration of the machine's activation. On-site MTF personnel arrive at the reinforced door leading to the control room; unable to force the door open, one proceeds to retrieve a laser torch utilized for salvage operations and vessel repairs. As they successfully cut through one of the two supporting hinges of the door, Dr. Blake's body begins convulsing. An unidentified clear liquid seeps from the central compartment of SCP-6659-A, pooling around Dr. Blake's knees.> Dr. Blake: …sees me. Can't move… [inaudible] …tumor of thought has seen me, seized me. God wishes to show me. It's inside, it's in. It's — <The door gives way as the second hinge breaks. Crewmembers rush inside to find Dr. Blake's body unmoving. An emergency shutdown of SCP-6659 is initiated, the SCUTTLE System being deactivated following securing of the control room. Medical personnel arrive to transport Dr. Blake's unresponsive body to the on-site medical bay and perform likely autopsal study, including sampling large quantities from Dr. Blake's oral, nasal, and aural openings.> «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Medical examination of Dr. Blake's person revealed various lobes of the subject's brain had undergone extensive and presumably-Anomalous manipulation, resulting in severe contortions to the tissue of the cerebrum and cerebellum. Retrieved liquid samples appeared to be a mixture of cerebrospinal fluid and saltwater, corresponding to that found in Ø-E5. A/V TRANSCRIPT Ø-E5/B-III FOREWORD: The following is a prose depiction of Dr. Blake's audiovisual conceptual experience during the previous log, as generated through analysis and noetic restructuring of the subject's brain post-mortem. «BEGIN TRANSCRIPT» Wait, what? I shouldn't be interfacing with it, I'm just doing a scan… …where's my body? I see a sort of infinite space laid out before me, immediately reminded of what I'd heard about GOTTFRIED and seeing the Nöosphere. There is a background of darkness, interrupted ambiently by points of soft light. Some lights drift in all directions, while others beam toward each other, trading places, forming shapes, connections, ley lines… each one I glance at twinkles at me, and instantly I know something, an immensely small building block of data, a fundamental particle of an applicable concept. There is no scale to this world — like clouds, everything looks much closer than it likely is. An immensely-dim whisper emits from behind my mind, and I turn(?) to face it. Hello? HERE, it gasps, as if straining, frail. I look to the sound, but there is nothing to illuminate the space — the lights keep their distance, shying away from the whispers' source. I will myself toward the darkness. HERE, it repeats, each heaving breath triggering a flash of dim red, getting stronger as I come toward. The star-idea-light points wave wildly behind me, shining patterns into my thought. They tell me not to go, to worship them instead, that it is better this way. I cannot hear them over The Saviour's call. Lord, I have kept my faith. I have always known you as greater than these idols. As I reach the center of the darkness, the red billows up around me. I hear a great shrieking in the sky above, and look up to see an enormous obsidian tower in front of me, formed from the inky black. The tower churns and pulses with THE WILL OF వ, its infinite impossible structure branching into a web of hundreds of hands, each of its fingers branching into another hundred hands. The impossible scale of God bears down upon me as Its hands reach into my mind. At the center of it all, a wet, sliding noise cracks apart the sky and an enormous eye opens. The hyperdodecahedron folds in upon itself and impresses the Holy Spirit upon me. The whisper erupts into static and tells me no God I could ever conceive could compare. God sees me. The Lord knows my faith. It reaches into my thoughts and makes me know my purpose. My hands scream at me. My hands are gone, only fingers now. I hum as the red fills my vision, and God brings me up closer, pulling me into Its maw, breaking down the human structure, making me an Angel of Its coven. There is no other option but to offer my mind to It, and submit to Salvation. God is horrifying. God is beautiful. God is a tumor. There is nothing else. «END TRANSCRIPT» AFTERWORD: Following the detainment of Dr. Blake's remains, Dr. Milton was confined to quarters, pending investigation. OVERSEER COUNCIL has appointed Dir. Place H. MD., PhD as Project Lead for the duration of the investigation. ATTENTION The following addenda materials constitute infohazardous and highly antimemetic vectors. Your perceiving this message implies you have been integrated with ORACLE-Class Cognitive Resistance capabilities, and are therefore not at risk. If you believe to be perceiving this message in error, blink three times. Should this or further content persist, close this file immediately and contact your Site's MaID liason. » PROCEED TO DOCUMENT « « HIDE DOCUMENT » ADDENDUM 6659/VI: Project Update PROJECT PROMETHEUM The best kind of thought is Forethought, Whom the First Humans knew as Prometheus. Seems a tad ironic to me, considering, y'know, He got himself tortured for eternity. — Dir. Place H. McD, inspired by various Dir. Place H. McD., PhD., Project Lead, Esoteric Polymath Excerpt from Classified Project Update Allow me to bring you up to speed. The Nöosphere can be thought of as the set of all ideas humans are capable of conceptualizing. It can also be thought of as a "collective consciousness". However, much more literally, it is the aggregate of the informational structures contained within all human brains, ie. the sum total of exactly all conscious and subconscious thoughts humans are having at any given instant. Recent studies go so far as to suggest that every bit of noetic information within human thoughtspace corresponds directly to a unique neuron, or category thereof, in some number of human brains. This has serious implications upon the consequences of Project Deicidium and SCP-6659. Consider what the machine does: by mapping a collection of concepts associated with an idolized, personified ideal, it alters said concepts such that connections between them cannot form within the Nöosphere. The individual conceptual elements can still be comprehended, but the ideatic construct of the targeted deity is no longer perceptible. If we are to understand that these conceptual elements map to physical segments of the human brain, much more is being severed than just deific relations. In the six months since Incident Ø-E5/B, various forms of mental degradation have been observed in minor fractions of the population, including increased rates of early-onset dementia, aphasia, dysphasia, and acute paralysis; various disinformation campaigns have been enacted to hide such. The likelihood of such developments appear to be vastly more common in individuals whose primary entities of worship were those decommissioned via SCP-6659. Evidently, the complex nature of conceptual association is not, and likely functionally cannot be, understood by humans. What's more troubling is the extra-Nöospheric entity Dr. Blake gave his life to discover. His final actions represent an unprecedented leap of faith in the direction of an entity beyond conception — one we should hardly be able to cogitate. Dr. Blake's faith was shattered by SCP-6659, resulting in a vacuum of worship — yet, the brain is an adaptive instrument, and his began searching for bigger, more powerful ideas. And the idea noticed. We have forced human cognition to expand into deeper, uncharted waters, and we are unprepared for the horrors which lay there. OPERATIONAL PROCEDURES: The goal of Project Prometheum is to combat extra-Nöospheric threats via channeled worship of the ideal of Humanity, as achieved through the following vectors: PHASE ALPHA: Project Prometheum, itself, is to be extrapolated from Humanity- and Normalcy-aligned ideals, personified as Titan-Class Olympian Entity-014 ("Prometheus"). This deity's identity as progenitor and assistant of human civilization and development, punished unfairly by its brethren, is to be propagated as a memetic construct by all possible non-disruptive vectors, including manipulation of education systems, entertainment industries, and religious Groups of Interest, Anomalous or otherwise. PHASE BETA: Extra-Nöospheric ideatic constructs are to be generally ignored by as many personnel as possible while maintaining efficacy in Project Prometheum's operations. Following its manufactured re-apotheosis, Prometheus is to be elevated to the highest feasible level of worship, allowing highly beneficial reciprocal worship in Humanity due to the core tenets of its conceptual makeup. PHASE GAMMA: Through systematized large-scale prayer by Foundation personnel, Promethean analysis is to locate potential hostile Extra-Nöospheric entities and isolate their constituent quanta into human-safe fragments. These fragments, themselves, must be targeted in tandem by Prometheus and SCP-6659, taking extreme care to re-render them dormant (as they were prior to Extra-Nöospheric influence). PHASE DELTA: Dormant components of human thoughtspace are to be restructured into either the Prometheus-memeplex, or another Humanity- and Normalcy-aligned ideatic construct deemed symbiotic with It. The Nöosphere's gaps are to be filled and fortified such that it possesses the necessary cognitive defenses to handle higher-order concepts. STATUS REPORT: A composite of selectively human-safe fragments of the Extra-Nöospheric entity initially encountered by Dr. Blake has been located, and rendered into the following highly-antimemetic iconographic depiction: The following ideatic complexes have been targeted: quinary mathematical operations; the primordial ideals of rage, violence; the perception of many disparate points as composing some larger shape (ie. constellation); the arbitration of optimistic ideals into unreasoned/indefensible motivations (ie. defeatism); the exhilaration of severing a finger from a squirming human hand (ie. transcendence). ADMO FEATURING DODODEVIL WITH ART BY DODODEVIL » SHOW FOOTNOTES « « HIDE FOOTNOTES » FOOTNOTES & REFERENCES Antiquated term for Nöosphere. Jollymore, Deific Manifestations: Past & Present, 1988. Deicidium-class anomalies are employed by the Foundation in the decommissioning of other Anomalous phenomena. Initially developed by Dr. Vivian Elmwoods for the conceptual mapping of communal human consciousness, authorized in completion of the GOTTFRIED Research & Development initiative. [PROJECT DATA LOCKED TO LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE] Adapted for use in SCP-6659 under advisement of Dir. Place H. MD., PhD. for proficiency in practical nanobiologies. In addition to the expected artificial cerebrospinal fluid, the damaged vats were found to contain varying amounts of saltwater. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6659" by DodoDevil, Placeholder McD, Liryn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6659. 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: Stars-3.jpg Name: Deel van de sterrenhemel Author: M. 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SCP-6660 | euclid | Item #: SCP-6660 Special Containment Procedures: All recovered documentation and schematics pertaining to SCP-6660 are to be kept in a high-security document storage container within the storage wing of Site-64. Description: SCP-6660 was a prototype device created by Anderson Robotics between 2021 and the firm's dissolution following the joint UIU/Foundation raid on May 24th, 2024. Based on schematics recovered from Anderson Robotics's Research and Development laboratory, as well as records seized from Deer College's Department of Biochemistry, the device consisted of a portable computer terminal connected to a network of electrophysiological probes1 which could be attached to a wide array of biological targets. Upon activation, SCP-6660's terminal allowed the user to scan the target's genetic code against a databank to detect deleterious mutations and alter the target's DNA on a molecular level through a combination of advanced computational and thaumatological techniques. While the stated function of the device was as a cure-all for genetic disease, notes from various tests in the device's development suggested new non-deleterious mutations could be intentionally added for cosmetic effect or enhancement.2 Recovered emails, audio files, and video from the Anderson Robotics Research and Development team suggest that the technology was largely functional at the time of the 2024 raid, with successful tests eliminating such conditions as Sickle Cell Disease, Cystic Fibrosis, and Huntington's Disease among others from volunteers within the Three Portlands community. It is unclear at what point Anderson Robotics was intending to release SCP-6660 for consumer use. Security footage acquired after the 2024 raid suggests SCP-6660 was stolen from the Anderson Robotics World Headquarters by Dr. Janice McGrath, a primary researcher on SCP-6660's development, professor of Biochemistry at Deer College, and potential Type-Blue humanoid. Attempts to locate SCP-6660 by members of MTF Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl") and MTF Delta-3 ("Organic Free Trade") are ongoing. Current attempts by Foundation personnel to rebuild SCP-6660 based upon recovered schematics and documentation for further study are pending. Addendum 6660-A: Recovered Documents The following documentation was recovered from various Anderson Robotics workstations within the Research and Development team's laboratory following the raid on May 24th, 2024. Records remain incomplete due to efforts by Anderson Robotics personnel to destroy the firm's intellectual property prior to seizure by Foundation and UIU agents. Transcript of Anderson Robotics Board Meeting, November 15th, 2021 Vincent Anderson:3 Alright folks. Next on the agenda is what I've been told by Medea is a very promising project proposal from Dr. Leonard Fischer. Dr. Fischer, you have the floor. Dr. Leonard Fischer: Thank you, Mr. Anderson. While I'm sure most of you are aware, the finesse of our systems has improved by leaps and bounds over the last six years, to the point where we can now implant Gyrfalcon Prosthetics with near molecular accuracy. Such nimble capabilities, therefore, open us to a whole new frontier of products: Genomics. Dr. Contos has taken the liberty of sending my team's proposed device to your personal- Isaac Dillard:4 Dr. Fischer, I'm going to cut you off here. You are aware this is a robotics firm, correct? We have neither the infrastructure nor facilities to branch out so radically at this time. Fischer: May I ask you a personal question, Mr. Dillard? Dillard: If you must. Fischer: Have you ever known someone who suffered from genetic disease? Watched a couple learn that if they have children there is a high chance they will not survive to adulthood? Watched in horror as a parent succumbed to the debilitating effects of something that was not their fault? Because I have, and so have countless others. Proteins are the very machines on which the natural world runs. On which WE run. And they break down. And when they do, the consequences can be dire. Whether the machine we fix is a broken arm or a broken protein, I can't fathom how you don't see us having a potential market there. Dr. Medea Contos:5 Well-spoken, Dr. Fischer. However, how do you propose we supplement our lack of biochemical capabilities such a project would require? Fischer: It may come to the surprise of many of you, but we are actually a 30-minute streetcar ride away from one of the most prestigious biochemical labs on this side of the veil at Deer College. Many of the researchers there, including the esteemed Dr. McGrath, are former colleagues of many members of my team and would be more than happy to assist us in this venture. Anderson: I think we have heard enough at this time. We will review your proposed device and get back to you in the near future. Fischer: May I say one more thing? Anderson: You may. Fischer: When I first joined this company, I was given the impression it was moved to Three Portlands to avoid the fist of smaller minds. I implore you. Please prove me right. Notice to Kea Series Development Staff Greetings everyone, I am pleased to announce that as of this morning, we have been given the greenlight by Anderson and the Board of Directors to begin development on what is being called the Kea Series Genomic Editor. Not my idea of a name, but Vincent is all about his birds it would seem. While we get started on our end with the hardware, Dr. Janice McGrath of Deer College's Biochemistry Department will be serving as our lead on developing the software as well as the biothaumatological interface. She is to be considered the co-PI on this, so please be sure to keep her in the loop on all developments. By the end of this we should have a functioning product that: Scans the target genetic code for errors in comparison to a genomic database. Recommends required edits on a DNA base-pair level. Is capable of editing the entire subject's genome to make those edits and those edits alone. I know that like myself, the work we are doing on this project hits close to home. It is my dearest hope that we can ensure a future without the heartache and tragedy of proteinopathies. Now let's get to work. The machines of nature are not going to repair themselves. Dr. Leonard Fischer Kea Series Genomic Editor Development Log Kea v1.0: 13/12/2021 Initial hardware and software testing successful Successful genomic modifications of E Coli to include ampicillin resistance without plasmids. Effects currently not stable on eukaryotic organisms Kea v1.1: 10/1/2022 Stabilized effects on eukaryotic organisms. Eliminated Sickle Cell mutation in immortalized Hematopoietic Stem Cells. Genomic editor function fully operational for all target types. Kea v1.2: 14/02/2022 Proofreading software and cancer warning functionality fully online. Full restoration of dystrophin demonstrated in myoblasts affected by Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Genomic library fully updated to current field standards. Kea v1.3: 03/03/2022 Outcomes prediction tool fully online. Testing in mouse models ready to begin. Genomic editor functionality limited to preset parameters to eliminate the introduction of new mutations. Transcript of Dr. Leonard Fischer's Personal Audio Log, March 10th, 2022 Fischer: You asked to speak with me, Janice? McGrath: Yes. I noticed the new locks on the genomic editor. I wanted to know why you had those installed. My team and I had a few more tests with the mouse model we wanted to run. Fischer: Simple. Vincent and I agreed we are currently in the business of fixing these machines, not breaking them further. This ensures quality control and helps to eliminate the potential of the Kea accidentally giving someone's Grandmother small cell lung cancer or something equally terrible. McGrath: Leonard. With all due respect, these are not machines. These are proteins. Similar, but while a machine is designed to do its job well, proteins just need to do their job. Millions and billions of years of trial and error until you arrive at something good enough. We now have the ability to improve these things. If we limit ourselves now in the Kea's infancy, we'll never know what we are capable of. I'm talking about improved longevity. Better and more stable DNA replication. More foolproof mitotic division. Fischer: It is far more prudent that we work on fixing what is broken before we worry about improving what is stable. We talked about this before we started this project. McGrath: And I thought when you saw the strides we made in a few short months with this technology you might see the light. You're always going on about us 'fixing nature's machines' but now we have the chance to not only fix them but perfect them. Fischer: I didn't know the word 'eugenics' had so many syllables, Janice. McGrath: That is not fair and you know it! We have a chance to do life-changing work here and you're just going to shrug and tell me it's not our problem? Fischer: Because it isn't our problem. I'm not in this to create some ascended perfect organism. I'm here to cure disease. The scope of that request is already monolithic. You have absolutely no right to shame me for setting the bar too low. McGrath: But I do. This is my life's work come to a head. Do you have any idea how many biochemists throughout history would have killed to have had the opportunity before us now? You yelled at Isaac Dillard for being small-minded, yet here you are! A fucking hypocrite! Fischer: Who the hell do you think you are? How do you have any right to call me a hypocrite? McGrath: Because a man who can't see the forest for the trees has no right to call others small-minded! Fischer: I've seen the mounds of sacrificed mice you've already created! I've seen all the tumors you made by mistake! And I've heard the rumors about what your plans are with respect to testing the limits of the Kea! Don't stand there and pretend that what you are doing doesn't come with a massive fucking price tag, or that you are also not throwing shit at the wall, but just a little more targeted! You want to go down this road, you can pry the project from my cold, dead hands! But I can promise you this, Anderson is already on board with how I'm setting things up! McGrath: [Several moments pause] Understood, your majesty. This will be the last I bring this up. Notice to Kea Series Development Staff Greetings everyone, I understand there have been some rumors going around. Rather than let this sit and be speculated about, I decided it would be in our best interest as a team to come clean. As of yesterday evening, I was diagnosed with Glioblastoma. For those of you who don't know, this is a highly aggressive, fast-growing, and ultimately incurable brain tumor. The average survival from diagnosis is between 12 to 18 months. Having the chance to work on this project with each and every one of you has been a treasure. Know that I plan to continue to work towards the Kea Series's completion until my dying breath, and am confident of the hands that I will be leaving it in after I am gone. Knowing many of you, upon reading this message you'll want to come to speak to me about my headspace at the moment. While I do sincerely appreciate such gestures, know that I would prefer to remain focused on the task at hand for the time being. Let's finish this thing strong. The machines of nature are not going to repair themselves. Dr. Leonard Fischer Kea Series Genomic Editor Development Log Kea v1.4: 12/04/2022 Multiple updates to the outcomes prediction tool. Thaumatological component overhaul begun. Kea v1.5: 09/07/2022 Thaumatological component overhaul completed. Conclusion of mouse model testing and preparations for human trials at Paracelsus Medical Center. Kea v1.6: 14/12/2022 Initiation of Cystic Fibrosis, Sickle Cell Anemia, and Huntington's Disease trials. Kea v1.7: 03/01/2023 Outcomes prediction tool update. User interface update in response to Paracelsus staff suggestions. Genomic library fully updated to current field standards. Transcript of Dr. Leonard Fischer's Personal Audio Log, March 3rd, 2023 Fischer: I'm sorry I haven't been able to honor your request for a meeting sooner, Janice. Things have… not been great recently. McGrath: It's fine, Leonard. How are you doing? Fischer: I feel like absolute shit. And I'm just so damn tired all the time. McGrath: [Several moments pause] I'm so sorry. Fischer: [Chuckles] Yeah. Me too. What did you want to talk about? McGrath: I wanted to reach out to you. I've been working on a side project in my downtime since you announced your diagnosis. It's a long shot, but I think we can tweak the Kea to stop the progression of your cancer. With any luck, we'd be able to- Fischer: Why do you feel the need to do this to me? McGrath: Pardon? Fischer: I'm not going to be your fucking guinea pig, Janice. You don't think I already thought of this? That I didn't run the numbers and the simulations myself? At best we're taking a shot in the dark at this and hoping something hits the target, and at worse, I manage to give myself a super brain tumor. In its current state, the Kea is simply not designed to operate like we would need it to. And I refuse to just throw off the fail-safes. Even when my life depends on it. McGrath: You'll die otherwise. Fischer: There is a very good chance I'd die going down the road you want to take. At least this way I'll pass with my integrity. McGrath: You're being a stubborn idiot. Fischer: Maybe. But in the end, it's my call to make. McGrath: Then you deserve whatever happens next. Notice to Kea Series Development Staff Greetings everyone, It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that as of 0400 this morning, Dr. Fischer lost his battle with Glioblastoma. Dr. Fischer was a dedicated researcher, a kind friend, and at his heart, a humanitarian. As he once told me, "Proteins are the machines on which nature runs" and he dedicated his life to fixing those machines when they broke down, to his dying breath. It would be a tragedy to see his work die with him. As such, Dr. Janice McGrath has stepped forward to assume leadership of the remainder of the project. As a close associate of Dr. Fischer's from Deer College, and one of the original team members of the Kea series, I have full confidence in her and your ability to see this project through to the end. Here is to Kea 2023, and Dr. Fischer's dream becoming a reality. Anderson Kea Series Genomic Editor Development Log Kea v1.8: 15/06/2023 Conclusion of Cystic Fibrosis and Sickle Cell Anemia trials. Thaumatological component overhaul initiated to reinforce effect permanency and stability in outside thaumatologic effects. Kea v1.9: 28/07/2023 Thaumatological component overhaul completed. Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy trial initiated. Booster treatment tool online. Kea v2.0: 19/11/2023 Genomic library fully updated to current field standards. User interface updates in response to Paracelsus staff implemented. Kea v2.1: 03/03/2024 Conclusion of the Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy and Huntington's Disease trials. Compilation of additional treatments begun with Paracelsus staff. Genomic library fully updated to current field standards. Notice to Anderson Robotic's Board of Directors Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that as of 03-03-2024, we have succeeded in our final line of trials with the numerous volunteers at Deer College and Paracelsus Medical Center. As of the time of writing, the Kea Series prototype has successfully provided cures to: Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy Cystic Fibrosis Huntington's Disease Sickle Cell Disease This list does not even begin to tap into newly discussed uses in the elimination of latent viral genomes, as well as diseases in non-human subjects such as canines and plants. It would be unethical for us to continue these trials when such a massive benefit has been proven, and I strongly suggest your company be ready to prepare for the device's launch. Warm regards, Janice McGrath Transcript of Surveillance Footage Captured by MTF Gamma-13 Anderson Robotics Headquarters Research and Development Labs <15:05:18> SCP-6660 is visible upon its work station. <15:05:45> Security alarms go off on the floor. Numerous Anderson Robotics employees are visible in the background in a state of distress. Supervisors begin the process of personnel evacuation as Peregrine Unit Android security appears on the scene. <15:10:25> The section of the Anderson Robotics Research and Development Lab visible from the camera is fully abandoned for the next 60 minutes. <16:10:03> Janice McGrath becomes visible in the field of the camera and approaches SCP-6660, stuffing the terminal and probes within a duffle bag on her person. <16:12:38> MTF Gamma-13 agents approach McGrath in an attempt to apprehend her. <16:12:55> McGrath points at two of the MTF agents. Her index fingers separate from her hands and launch towards the agents at high velocity before embedding within their torsos. The MTF agents fall to the ground as their bodies undergo massive tissue lysis and fall apart. McGrath's fingers begin to regenerate. <16:13:10> Remaining MTF agents open fire on McGrath, causing her to collapse backward. <16:13:50> The MTF agents cautiously approach McGrath's body. She then rises, a large ball of metal discharging from her chest and decapitating an approaching agent. McGrath flings herself at the remaining agent, knocking her to the ground. McGrath places a hand on the agent's head, causing it to explode several moments later.6 <16:14:30> McGrath stands, grabs the duffle bag containing SCP-6660, and flees the view of the camera, heading deeper into the facility. Addendum 6660-B: Investigation into Dr. Janice McGrath Following the initial May 24th, 2024 raid on Anderson Robotics World Headquarters, a second raid on the residence of Dr. Janice McGrath was conducted by MTF Delta-3 and UIU operatives on May 25th. The residence was found to be abandoned, and a workshop was located within the building's basement. Within the workshop following items of interest were recovered: Multiple homemade iterations of SCP-6660, all inoperable. An incinerator containing the remains of multiple Rattus norvegicus7, Felis catus8, Canis lupus familiaris9, and Sus scrofa domesticus10. Due to the sheer amount of remains found within the incinerator, it is unclear how many of each species is present. An incubator containing various samples of human tissue ranging from viable cell lines to tumors. DNA matching identified the tissue as belonging to Dr. McGrath. Multiple specimen containers containing a variety of deceased animal hybrids, the majority of which had been executed with small arms fire. A living mass of human stem cells approximately 3 meters in diameter. DNA matching identified the tissue as belonging to Dr. McGrath. Multiple paraphernalia of the Sisterhood of the First Flesh.11 Attempts to locate SCP-6660 and Janice McGrath in cooperation with UIU and GOC allies are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Analysis of recovered documents suggested these probes consisted of a silver chloride base, with a unique alloy wire embedded with thaumtological symbols. No samples of this material have been recovered to date. 2. Based upon recovered notes, this latter idea was initially scrapped by the original primary developer of the device, Dr. Leonard Fischer, before being vetoed outright by the Anderson Robotics Board of Directors. 3. Founder and CEO of Anderson Robotics. PoI-1115. Currently in Foundation Custody. 4. Executive Officer of Anderson Robotics. Currently at large. 5. Head of Research and Development of Anderson Robotics. Currently at large. 6. Upon recovery, the agent's skull cavity was found to be filled with a large mass of Glioblastoma, Ependymoma, and Oligodendroglioma cells. 7. Domestic Rat 8. Domestic Cat 9. Domestic Dog 10. Domestic Pig 11. A Neo-Sarkic cult operating out of Three Portlands during the 1980s before the group's dissolution following a series of UIU raids. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6660" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6660. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6661 | esoteric-class | by Dr Lerche Item#: 6661 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: A designated think tank is to observe trends and the popularity of SCP-6661-2. If popularity declines, the think tank is to evaluate the best course of action. SCP-6661-2 based memetic agents are to be spread throughout the internet and social media sites as well as Foundation intranet. Foundation web crawlers are to scan the internet for SCP-6661-1 instances and look out for any active SCP-6661-1 events. The final instructions of the SCP-6661-1 are to be redacted whenever possible. Personnel directly dealing with SCP-6661-1 are to be memetically inoculated prior to being assigned to the object. Description: SCP-6661 is a phenomenon surrounding a particular internet meme1. SCP-6661-1 is an internet meme commonly known as Trollge. This meme spawned as a variant of the Trollface meme. The meme starts out similarly to how a Trollface comic plays out, with the main character, Trollface2, providing instructions to carry out a prank. What distinguishes SCP-6661-1 from a regular Trollface meme is that the prank instructions begin devolving into more macabre instructions with each panel. These steps culminate in an atrocity or sinister event occurring. The final step of each comic seems to be a cognitohazardous switch that makes a reader carry out the act displayed in the comic. It is estimated that 0.25% of those exposed to SCP-6661-1 are susceptible to its anomalous effects. It is currently unknown on what basis readers are chosen to carry out the skits. NOTABLE INCIDENTS + December 2020 "Pretty Girl" Incident - Close Want to get back your girlfriend? Step 1: Find out her favourite facial cream. Step 2: Procure the facial cream. Step 3: Obtain urticant plant (Use gloves) Step 4: Blend the leaves with the cream, then repack it, Step 5: Give girlfriend the gift. Step 6: [DATA EXPUNGED] 24/12/2020, Melbourne, Australia: College student, Leah Miller was hospitalised after applying a facial cream spiked with gympie-gympie (Dendrocnide moroides). The victim had crudely enucleated herself and had attempted to remove her face before being restrained by paramedics. Her ex-boyfriend and fellow college mate, Peter Witkins, were arrested at the scene. + December 2020 "Sleepy time" Incident - Close Want to help little kids? Step 1: Get a job at a children's hospital. Step 2: Make friends with the children. Step 3: Enter oxygen tank room. Step 4: Replace tanks with carbon monoxide. Step 5: Release them from their defective vessels. Step 6: [DATA EXPUNGED] 28/12/2020, Banda Aceh, Indonesia: 15 terminally ill children were killed via carbon monoxide poisoning. Hospital orderly Aziz Hidayat was identified as the perpetrator after he was caught replacing oxygen tanks with carbon monoxide tanks. During the interrogation, he was recorded calmly stating that he was "delivering them". He has not stated who the recipient was. + January 2021 "Harvester Valley" Incident - Close Want to have a good holiday? Step 1: Pack necessary equipment and items Step 2: Say goodbye to family. Step 3: Drive to the valley campgrounds. Step 4: Find local shepherd and his flock. Step 5: Steal a little lamb. Step 6: Relish upon its flesh for it will be your last meal. Step 7: [DATA EXPUNGED] 20/1/2021, Alberta, Canada: Oliver Desjardins entered a local tourist campground and opened fire upon the campers, killing 10 and injuring 14. He was subsequently shot dead by an Emergency Response Team (RCMP) sniper. He had illegally obtained the semiautomatic rifle and handgun. + February 2021 "Ascension" Incident - Close Oil is lighter than water. Step 1: Cover yourself in oil Step 2: Feels good. Step 3: Cover others in oil. Step 4: [DATA EXPUNGED] 16/2/2021, Bratislava, Slovakia: At 0200, Jozef Procházka began spraying kerosene onto nearby buildings in his neighbourhood with his water truck. When emergency services were called to the scene, Procházka stood in front of the active nozzle and ignited a road flare. 26 people including Procházka were killed, and property damage was in the hundreds of thousands. Reports of floating corpses and objects occurred when it began raining at the site. + February 2021 "Red Master" Incident - Close [REDACTED] 23/2/2021, Bray, Ireland: Brother Brendan O'Brien is still at large. MTF Chi-13 "Choir Boys" were deployed to the site. Defensive perimeter has been set up. Amnesticisation of the population is underway. Addendum 1: Foundation webcrawlers detected an SCP-6661-1 instance with the final step being heavily distorted. Before carrying out the necessary expungement, Junior Researcher Michael Ramirez edited out the distortion and scanned the image through a spectrogram generator without authorisation. The following phrase was recorded: Audio generated by the spectogram: TRANSCRIPT: You…see…me? Despite the breach of protocol, Junior Researcher Ramirez's actions provided valuable insight into the anomaly. With permission from the O5, a spectrogram was constructed with a reply to the question and spread through the internet. Within 24 hours, another SCP-6661-1 instance with the distortion was detected and isolated. The following is a record of the messages: Foundation made spectrogram: SCP-6661 response: TRANSCRIPT 5/3/2021: Yes, we see you. Who are you? And why are you doing this? 6/3/2021: People…make…me…People…bored…People…forget…You…mad?… I…am…mad…I…be…weaker…People…now…like…darkness…Adaptation…Embrace…shadow…Chaos…reigns…I…exist…People…see me…I…thrive. It is theorised that the collective popularity of the Trollface meme created a thoughtform which manifests via the meme. SCP-6661-1 came into existence due to the decline in popularity of the Trollface meme. The irrelevance caused the thoughtform to latch onto the darker SCP-6661-1 to garner back attention. Therefore, it has been hypothesised that if Trollface became popular again, then the effects of SCP-6661-1 would subside. Addendum 2: The percentage of susceptible individuals has been steadily increasing. The order has been given to carry out the experiment. Addendum 3: A think tank of researchers, sociologists, and statisticians is to be assembled to design visual images and media involving Trollface, now designated SCP-6661-2. SCP-6661-2 is then to be disseminated across and within the Foundation intranet as a test. The aim is to saturate media with the memetic agent to the point it achieves popularity due to its overuse.3 The think tank has been designated Task Force Hexa-9 "Meme Machine". Addendum 4: Incidents involving SCP-6661-1 have slightly reduced. Authorisation by the O5 council to disseminate SCP-6661-2 across the internet has been given. Addendum 5: Due to the increased popularity of SCP-6661-2 memes, SCP-6661-1 instances have decreased to more controllable numbers to allow for standard containment procedures.4 Addendum 6: 19/9/2021 An unknown SCP-6661-2 instance was detected in Hexa-9's database. The instance is currently being scanned for possible cognitohazards and is currently omitted until deemed safe. + SHOW SCP-6661-2-919 - Close Footnotes 1. An image, video, piece of text, etc., typically humorous in nature, that is copied and spread rapidly by internet users, often with slight variations. 2. A character wearing a mischievous smile, used to symbolize internet trolls and internet trolling. 3. When a memetic agent has reached this point, it is colloquially dubbed in mundane circles as "Dank". 4. Amnesticisation, information suppression, etc. |
SCP-6662 | keter | PeppersGhost SCP-6662 - Keepers and Seekers by PeppersGhost More by this author SCP-6662 » [Extended Documentation] « Item#: ITEM#: 6662 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-6662 INTELLIGENCE Sapient Exonormative TANGIBILITY Solid Displaceable THREAT Physical Unhostile Significant Cautionary Points Likely to escape if confined. Physical containment and restriction of movement are ineffective and risk unnecessary provocation. Emphasis should instead be placed on diversionary tactics, such as manipulating SCP-6662 into searching remote and unpopulated areas. Highly distrustful of adults and adolescents. SCP-6662 will presume any given adult to be in a state of either anger or boredom. Avoid approaching SCP-6662 in a belligerent or confrontational manner and instead employ a blithe or indifferent demeanor. By contrast, SCP-6662 is excessively trustful of prepubescents and may be effortlessly manipulated by them. Personnel aged 12 and under are to be utilized for direct communications with SCP-6662. Description SCP-6662 is a quasi-canid humanoid entity with limited ontokinetic properties. At will, SCP-6662 may bring into existence almost any variety of tool it needs, typically (though not necessarily) producing it from the backpack it carries. SCP-6662 has occasionally used this ability to manifest devices and gadgetry capable of novel or scientifically improbable functions, such as a handheld instrument which unfolds into an operational and fully-sized armored tank at the push of a button. All technology produced by SCP-6662 is operated via simplistic and brightly colored analogue controls. Deconstruction of recovered components has consistently revealed a near-total lack of coherent internal mechanisms, indicating that these devices operate largely (if not solely) by SCP-6662's subconscious alteration of reality. The range of objects SCP-6662 is capable of producing appears to be limited to tools which fulfill its immediate physical needs, often at the expense of its emotional needs and desires. Physical Characteristics SCP-6662's head, hands, feet, tail, and fur resemble that of a Eurasian wolf (Canis lupus lupus), albeit with more humanlike traits, such as longer fingers, larger eyes, and complex facial muscles capable of a wide range of expressions. Its build is grossly top-heavy to the extent of appearing unbalanced; this visual impression is amplified by an abnormal composition of musculature which appears at once lean and pronounced, yet rounded and undefined. Despite the exaggeratedly masculine proportions of its physique, SCP-6662 bears no other features indicating a biological sex. Extensive medical analysis has found no indication that SCP-6662 is capable of reproduction (sexual or otherwise), nor has its body been found to produce any recognizable hormones other than extreme amounts of insulin. SCP-6662's choice of dress has consisted of the same articles of clothing since its first sighting: wide-brimmed fedora, zipper jacket, and a backpack with a simple buttoned flap; all heavily weathered and made of brown leather. SCP-6662 has expressed neither an interest in leg wear nor an understanding of the purpose thereof, presumably owing to its lack of genitalia. Behavior and Psychology Although classified as sapient, it has proven difficult to compare the level of intelligence displayed by SCP-6662 with an analogous stage in the process of human intellectual development due to its profound unfamiliarity with (and miscomprehension of) many fundamental aspects of baseline reality. SCP-6662 has directly alleged itself to be a foreign presence in this reality, though it has otherwise failed to acknowledge a distinction between the human species and its own, expressing a presumption that the two share enough similarities that any physiological differences are too negligible to warrant its attention. Furthermore, SCP-6662 has continually struggled to grasp concepts related to human development and family structures, frequently falling back on the misassumption that all postpubescent humans function in the role of "parents" to all prepubescent children, with no other delineations in relationships or social groupings. Somewhat paradoxically, SCP-6662 does not identify with either role of parent or child. Rather, it describes itself as part of an entirely separate social binary of "keepers" and "seekers", with SCP-6662 claiming to belong to the latter. To date, SCP-6662 has not identified any other being from our own reality as belonging to either of these social groups, and has been unwilling to elaborate on its native society and culture. As SCP-6662 is able to fulfill its physical needs by way of its anomalous capabilities with virtually no effort, it instead directs its time and energy almost exclusively toward its fixation with the acquisition and consumption of a variety of edible substances it collectively refers to as "treasure treats" (SCP-6662-1). While SCP-6662 has provided extensive descriptions of SCP-6662-1 in its repeated entreaties for assistance in acquiring it, it has not been found to match any known food product, and attempts to recreate it have been met with vehement rejection by SCP-6662. Despite these setbacks, researchers have observed that descriptions of SCP-6662-1 consistently fit the general characteristics of breakfast cereal, particularly sugar cereal. SCP-6662 has not displayed any inclination toward socialization or interaction with other sapient beings outside the context of acquiring SCP-6662-1. Attempts to engage with SCP-6662 in a social or intellectual capacity have invariably resulted in SCP-6662 making a token display of attention before quickly shifting its efforts toward coercing, deceiving, or otherwise manipulating the other party into helping it acquire SCP-6662-1. However, SCP-6662's apparent inability to understand the thought processes of other intelligent creatures has rendered it virtually incapable of concealing its intentions from any human being old enough to speak. SCP-6662 avoids non-human mammals and exhibits confusion and discomfort in their presence. Addendum Mobile Task Force agents successfully planted a covert listening device in SCP-6662’s backpack during an October operation near Prague. Researchers have since discovered that SCP-6662 habitually narrates its thoughts, feelings, and actions aloud (and at great length) when it believes itself to be alone. The following transcript is taken from a small selection of these recording. Revisions to documentation are underway pending further research. The sun sits at the horizon’s edge, threatening to plunge the sky into darkness. I retreat to the quietude of a nearby cave. I do not wish to see the stars tonight. I cannot bear to look upon them—nor for them to look upon me. Night is when the questions come. Night is when I doubt. How long has it been now? How many years, if a year can even be called a year? The sun rises and sets so slowly in this world. Everything beneath it is staggered to match its tempo, even myself. More so as my spirit continues to falter and my memories of the old world grow dimmer. Perhaps it's a blessing to forget the past. Every time my mind begins to drift toward reminiscence, my psyche instinctively seizes up in self-defense at the mere anticipation of it. It's as though heartache radiates off my memories like heat from a flame, like the sting you feel before you're burnt. When I push too far, when my thoughts are close enough to brush the surface of those memories—our years of travels together, your knowing smile piercing through my bravado, the gentle tartness of a raspberry ruby marshmallow—I recoil from the searing pain and draw myself back to the present. My instinct as a seeker is to press ever forward. Each fresh dawn is a call to a new day. A new adventure. A new breakfast. Just as no day can be relived, no breakfast can be re-eaten, no matter how balanced it may be. There was a time when I would have said that life is but a journey from one breakfast to the next. But now? I have explored the darkest jungles and braved the deepest tombs this world has to offer, but the only frosted oat doubloons that can be found are the pictures which yet ache in the back of my head. What good is a journey when the destination no longer exists? Why should I keep my eyes to the present when everything I seek can only be found in the past? Years continue to pass utterly wasted as I desperately cling to my sense of purpose, scouring every inch of this damned plane for what I know I will never find. That is why I retreat deeper into the depths of the earth, afraid to even glimpse the moonlight: the stars mustn't see me live this miserable parody of the life I once knew. You mustn't see. But time has worn down my walls. Even in the darkness I can feel the approaching heat of the questions which most scorches my soul. When one's purpose for living has been stolen, is it possible a new one may be found? It cannot be. It mustn't be. Because if it is, if I am presently able to determine my role in life, then it has always been a possibility. A second question naturally follows, unbidden, before I can stop myself— If the focus of my life was mine to choose, what would my heart desire above infinite possibilities? —and I am burnt to cinders. Within the answer lies an inferno, one with has raged long before the question was ever asked, and it consumes me entirely. The memories come unbidden. They cannot be restrained. There stands Samuel, his once-colorful beak cracked and faded, his old bent back stooped even further in grief over three small dead likenesses of himself, albeit only for a fleeting moment before he turns his back and resumes his solemn journey. That bastard leprechaun, keeper of gold and ancient fetiches, grins at us from the forest's edge, his pointed teeth stained strawberry red with the blood of silly rabbits and foolish children. Dear Horatio, far too important to have time for children, but far too humble to care, recites by candlelight grand tales of his seafaring exploits to our eager young ears, planting the seeds of your own ambitions as a captain. And now I see you descend from the treetops with terrifying ease, snatching a bowl of treasure from the claws of an unsuspecting child, your eyes lighting up in anticipation of the grin I gladly grant you. Then here we lay peacefully on the Arctic slope, gazing up at the stars, dreaming of the future predestined for you since birth. What may it have meant, then, that I was gazing at you all the while? My mind is overtaken entirely by images of you and us, our trials and triumphs, our laughter and our tears. How much we faced together! The great tiger, the sly elves, the undead noble in his high castle—none who dared oppose us could match our combined strength. The final scene — I’m unprepared. You smile at me for the final time, taking your bag from my arms as you walk to the launch pad. I’m genuinely happy for you, so proud to see the years of training and struggle pay off. This version of me doesn’t understand loss yet. He doesn’t recognize the heavy void in the pit of his heart. He doesn’t even realize that he wants to cry. For all the pain this world has made me suffer, for all the ugly truths of the universe it has laid bare, perhaps the worst lesson it has taught me is the concept of family. Moms and Dads and the children they call their own. Souls tied together by blood and bond; forcefully, at times, but also by choice. Had I known all that back then, had I known of the endless potential offered by the gift of life, untethered from the artificial limits imposed on us by the roles we were assigned without consent, free from the oppressive idolatry of the so-called most important meal of the day— I would have gladly forfeit my final days of pineapple pearls, choco-tastic treasure chests, and fruity fiesta gemstones. I would have made my destination the warmth of your gaze and my purpose the pursuit of your smile. I would have followed you to the stars. I emerge from my cave, my burning heartache now tempered to a strange warmth, questions of shame turned to those of hope. If there are many worlds, could they share the same sky? If you can see me from where you are, I want you and your honey-coated constellations to gaze down at this weary dog with a smile. Whatever boundaries of space and time were broken for me to learn these lessons, I will break them again. 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SCP-6663 | neutralized | SCP-6663: A Lost Gallop for the Sun Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-6663 LEVEL 1/6663 CONTAINMENT CLASS: NEUTRALIZED UNRESTRICTED Myers' Ranch, the site of SCP-6663. Special Containment Procedures: The property where SCP-6663 occurred has been purchased by the Foundation under the guise of demolition. Due to the low possibility of SCP-6663's discovery, no further efforts have been deemed necessary. Description: SCP-6663 refers to an unidentified space launch that occurred on May 12th, 1970. The site of the launch was Myers' Ranch, an equestrian facility located in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, USA. Currently, details regarding both the spacecraft itself and the method by which it was launched are unknown, as the craft's current distance has made interception infeasible. Observations made following the launch have determined the craft to be made of mostly scrap materials which should not have been capable of reaching Earth's escape velocity. Subsequent searches of Myers' Ranch discovered the source of the launch to have been the horse stables. Further investigation discovered the following: Various tools and scrap metal, possessing horse tooth indentations. A large amount of shattered glass, suggesting a skylight previously present overhead. Rudimentary star charts carved onto the stable wall, among a crude depiction of a horse head. Newspaper clippings from the Apollo 11 moon landing (severely worn).1 A dented metal bucket, inlaid with a crude glass visor. The word "Butterscotch" has been carefully etched into the side, along with a makeshift NASA logo. It should be noted that no horse, living or deceased, was found within the stable. Addendum.6663.1: Following continued observation of the spacecraft, a projected flight path has been established. Based on the craft's current trajectory, it is believed that the object will impact a large solar body by 2011, upon which it will be considered Neutralized. Addendum.6663.2: On April 2nd, 2011, several observatories within the Northern Hemisphere observed a sudden ejection of gas and space dust from within Orion's belt, forming a large interstellar cloud. Witnesses to this event reported a feeling of closure and accomplishment. These effects ceased after several minutes. Records of the event have been scrubbed from observatory records, and falsified reports of the cloud's existence prior to this incident have been disseminated. SCP-6663 has been reclassified as Neutralized. +++ View attachment/scp-6663/file04.png --- Hide attachment/scp-6663/file04.png file04.png Footnotes 1. Wear appears to be from regular handling and not misuse, as clippings were carefully stored within an empty sack of feed. Cutouts of all three astronauts were also found pinned to the walls of the stable. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6663" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6663. 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: header.png Name: Night at Moulton Barn Author: Eltabre License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: nebula.png Name: Barnard 33 Author: Ken Crawford License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6664 | euclid | Item#: 6664 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-6664 prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6664 is to be contained in a greenhouse at Biological Containment Site-103. SCP-6664 is not to be climbed, for fear of damaging its branches. Description: SCP-6664 is a tree of the species Quercus robur, more commonly known as the common oak, currently located at Site-103. SCP-6664 is identical to other trees of its species, save for its anomalous effects. SCP-6664's anomalous effects activate whenever it is climbed by a prepubescent human being. When a child ascends SCP-6664, instead of being transported to the top of the tree as expected, they will be transported to an as of yet unknown location. This location has been designated SCP-6664-1. SCP-6664-1 is an abandoned warehouse, accessed by climbing SCP-6664. SCP-6664-1 is empty, save for several large piles of debris, two incandescent light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, and a door on the far side of the building. No other doors or windows have been found. Individuals within SCP-6664-1 report feelings of nostalgia and comfort. Upon opening the door on the far side, individuals will be met with a small closet containing an object of strong personal significance to the subject that had previously been considered lost. SCP-6664-1 can be exited by acquiring the object and closing the closet door, at which point the individual will be transported back into the branches of SCP-6664. Addendum 6664.01: Discovery SCP-6664 was discovered on January 28, 2014, after Nathan Terrano, a local child, reported entering SCP-6664-1 to his friend, Valerie Marsh. Marsh's mother, Agent Maria Marsh, heard of SCP-6664-1 and reported it as a possible anomaly. SCP-6664 was subsequently moved to Site-103. I've noticed that several parts of this file are inaccurate and I have edited it accordingly. -Dr. Wendover Attached file: SCP-6664-updated-documentation.pdf ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6664" by Rhineriver, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6664. 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: Lustenau-Hasenfeld-Quercus robur-02ASD Author: Asurnipal License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lustenau-Hasenfeld-Quercus_robur-02ASD.jpg] Filename: Calocedrus decurrens 01 by Line1 Author: Liné1 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Calocedrus_decurrens_01_by_Line1.jpg] Filename: Ruhland, Ortrander Str. bei Hausnr. 13e, Apfelbaum am Waldrand blühend, Frühling, 02 Author: Wilhelm Zimmerling PAR License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ruhland,_Ortrander_Str._bei_Hausnr._13e,_Apfelbaum_am_Waldrand_bl%C3%BChend,_Fr%C3%BChling,_02.jpg] Filename: Prunus spinosa Śliwa tarnina 2020-04-19 05 Author: Agnieszka Kwiecień, Nova License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Prunus_spinosa_%C5%9Aliwa_tarnina_2020-04-19_05.jpg] Filename: Pinus banksiana trees Maine Author: Keith Kanoti, Maine Forest Service, USA License: CC BY 3.0 US Source Link: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pinus_banksiana_trees_Maine.jpg] |
SCP-6665 | thaumiel | SCP-6665 [!] NOTICE [!] Aspects of this document have been made inaccurate due to recent events. Further details are redacted. Item #: SCP-6665 Level 5/6665 Top Secret Internal imaging of SCP-6665's main chamber, inside of which nothing is seen. Special Containment Procedures: The Site-01 engineering room in which SCP-6665 was constructed has been converted into its containment area, fitted with all necessary supplies for routine medical and mechanical maintenance. Any unauthorized personnel attempting access to SCP-6665 are to be detained and questioned, regardless of clearance. The continued lobotomization of SCP-6665-α will retain the functionality of SCP-6665 and the Foundation as a whole. One subject — designated 'Caretaker' — will be selected to perform daily medical examinations on SCP-6665 and its components, in order to ensure its continued complicity. Caretaker must perform the following medical routine for SCP-6665. Precise amounts specified are subject to increase. WEEKDAY REQUIRED MEDICAL INTERVENTION(S) Monday Beginning of starvation period; SCP-6665-█ and its chamber are to be thoroughly examined. Blood transfusion to SCP-6665-α, type A+ or compatible. Tuesday General examination. Wednesday Plaque entanglement implantation (3-5, dependent on recent behavior) into SCP-6665-α, through the use of SCP-6665. Subsequent assurance of proper implementation. Thursday General examination. Friday Synaptic retrogenesis injections (10cc), injected nasally into SCP-6665-α. This will be followed by intense monitoring of SCP-6665-█, and any cries that are thought to be heard from inside the black chamber. Subsequent self-assurance that such cries mean nothing. Saturday General examination. Sunday End of starvation period. Sanitation of any residual nothingness. Repairs from any coinciding occurrences. Wiping the eyes and mouth of SCP-6665-α. This routine can be ignored on the dates of July 20th, October 12th, February 14th, and August 22nd. On the former two dates, procedures can be performed with marginal effectivity if a chocolate cake with several candles is present. Personnel unable to recall vital and/or personal information as a result of SCP-6665 will be discreetly given replacement information; their memories are to be altered to accommodate this change. All civilians in contact with afflicted personnel will undergo similar memory alteration to apply the replacement information. Civilian databases will be adjusted accordingly. Any vomiting by affected personnel is to be attributed to common food poisoning. The vomit is to be thoroughly removed and incinerated. NARM0.0.aic — the Foundation grammatical assistance intelligence construct — has been updated with additional protocol measures allowing for it to repair data loss from SCP-6665 errors whenever possible. Such reparation, however, is usually futile. Project BLACKBOX insignia. Description: SCP-6665 is Project BLACKBOX, which is currently responsible for all classified information redaction in Foundation databases. SCP-6665 consists of a 15m tall, biomechanical, conical apparatus, affixed in a position of vertical levitation within Site-01. SCP-6665 predominantly resembles the shape of an orbitoclast1, which gradually tapers down from a diameter of 2m to a small point at its end. At the top of SCP-6665 — in place of a normal orbitoclast handle — is a 2m tall black chamber of unknown composition. Atop this chamber is a large glass tank, which feeds directly into the chamber's only opening. While internal imaging indicates this chamber is hollow, nothing can be seen inside. This nothing is designated SCP-6665-█. SCP-6665-α is former Foundation Co-Administrator Malorie Auguste. SCP-6665-α is in a constant state of being lobotomized by SCP-6665, puncturing through its thought. SCP-6665-α has been integrated into SCP-6665; further details are strictly indeterminable. Periodically, the tank atop SCP-6665 will begin to fill with a viscous substance from no apparent source; a liquid which is black yet colorful. After approximately one week of continuous use, the tank will be filled completely, its contents are then dispensed into the chamber of SCP-6665-█. The chamber will violently vibrate for the next hour, a behavior which gradually subsides. Following this, SCP-6665-α will vomit nothing out of its mouth, which will then become something. SCP-6665 causes the instantaneous replacement of classified information in Foundation databases with black boxes or other appropriate redaction techniques, with said redactions cognitively registering only when the observer is under the clearance level of the obscured data. SCP-6665 affects physical documentation by obscuring information with lines of black ink, which appears as if printed directly into the affected documents. Information expunged by SCP-6665 is subject to loss of remembrance by Foundation personnel, an effect which correlates to security clearance in relation to information confidentiality. While some information can be temporarily remembered through non-Foundation sources, it will quickly be once again forgotten. SCP-6665 is prone to frequent errors. SCP-6665 will expunge extraneous information, such as names, dates, numerical values, and locations, even when such information is not entirely classified. This affects all levels of security clearance, and retroactively alters all former revisions of affected documents, causing Foundation recovery of most of this data to be impossible. Due to this, small pieces of data are wholly unmemorable by Foundation personnel of any clearance. Personnel heavily affected by this information removal occasionally vomit nothing, which usually remains nothing. It is unknown if SCP-6665 can be disconnected from Foundation databases or otherwise deactivated, as the O5 Council has forbade any such action. Addendum 6665-1 — Project Creation On 2020/20/01, Project BLACKBOX was commissioned by O5-2 with assent from a majority of the O5 Council. This directly followed the deaths of both original Administrators Malorie and Maddison Auguste, the cumulative result of their respective long and arduous battles with dementia. Upon recovery of the former's body and the containment of the latter's persistence, precise plans for SCP-6665 were created, utilizing each Administrators' existing states as the main components of its operation. These plans and their justification were sent to an O5 Council vote for approval. Project BLACKBOX Vote Summary It was all a matter of time. Malorie and Maddison were great people, greater leaders. Their bond, it bonded the Foundation into the organization it is today. Peacekeepers, protectors. It's a shame, as it always is, they got old, lost their way, their minds. No amount of love — personal or otherwise — can stop the infernal creep of the mind's melting. With tragedy comes opportunity, like a phoenix fueling a fire. A new age begins, one of flourishment for our mighty organization. One where we truly realize why 'protect' is only the last word in our motto. Securing knowledge, containing absolute reality; what need is protection when the horrors are forgotten? Erased from memory? Purged from thought? This will only be the start of the beginning. Our Foundation, the test ground for true security, true containment. We can live burning in the light of all past knowledge, while the world remains sheltered in the dark warmth of the black boxes. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED. "This is not who we are. This is not who they were. Were any of you at the wedding? I know y'all weren't— I was Mal's maid of honor. Their love was a powerful thing, hell, she remembered Maddy's name long after she lost her own, even if it was in the wrong place. And this, this is what you wish to do with their legacy?" "This is not what they wanted us to be. Let them rest in peace by letting this Foundation strive for peace." — O5-1 "You're right on one thing: their love was powerful. But if that's the case, why waste such power by letting it rot in the ground?" "They're gone, One. You need to accept that. These thoughts are for your therapist to handle, not us." "The proposal moves on." — O5-2 Addendum 6665-2 — Additional Documentation SCP-6665 was completed three months after its approval. O5-2 was initially self-designated as the acting Caretaker, and began its routine medical examinations. A majority of these were mundane, showing little resistance to performing the core directives of Project BLACKBOX outside of unremarkable melancholic vocalizations. Several notable examinations — alongside relevant documentation — have been provided below. REPORT #██ — ██20/██/██ SUMMARY: Pounding is heard inside of the black chamber. SCP-6665-α convulses, resulting in a temporary malfunction in SCP-6665 as a whole. SCP-6665-α vomits nothing, which becomes a front door. It opens. Nothing smiles, grocery bags in hand, with an announcement: I'm home! SCP-6665-α reaches out its arms. It clings to the ashes. The door closes. It melts back into nothing, which pushes SCP-6665 slightly further into SCP-6665-α. The apparatus regains function. "This is cruel, you know it's cruel, I can tell by that smile I see on your face. It's always there now, I know that smile. You may have convinced everyone else, but I won't be broken so easily." — O5-1 "This is nothing but the elegy of fleeting corpses. The sooner you accept this — accept them — the sooner the world will have the peace you wish for." "Beginning increase of plaque entanglement implantation to improve reminiscence impairment." — O5-2 REPORT #██ — ██20/██/██ SUMMARY: After an emptying of SCP-6665's glass container, the fluid is immediately retched back into the tank. This causes SCP-6665 to clog, culminating in the glass container fracturing slightly at its top. A small quantity of fluid is ejected from the tank as a result. Once it has settled to the floor, the colors of the puddle vibrate and strum like guitar strings. A singing voice is thought to be heard from inside the black chamber. If we died tomorrow I would be just fine. If we flew away we would live alright. When I look into the pupils of your eyes, so blue, I see the reflection of me smiling at you. Smiling at you. Smiling at you. Smiling at you. SCP-6665-α attempts to move its arms together. Before they can reach each other, they once again fall limp. The crack is promptly patched without further incident. Residue was reinserted into the tank, wherein it is reluctantly processed. "Two, what is this? One just brought this to my desk, this… I remember this, I think. Walking in on her singing." "This does not look like death… this does not seem like anything you've assured me." — O5-7 "Evaline, have you ever seen a dead worm on the sidewalk during a rainstorm? They're all puffy and vibrant, hydrated with life. But there's nothing left inside, it's just an aimless mixture of fluids. A false reflection. You're a smart woman, I know you understand." ''Subservience is slipping; requesting approval for increased starvation periods." — O5-2 REPORT #██ — ██20/██/██ SUMMARY: SCP-6665-α tries to remove SCP-6665. Several cognitohazards are suddenly unredacted throughout Foundation databases as a result. MAL casualties are reported. SCP-6665-α vomits. The vomit becomes a black and white rabbit. The red bow on the top of its head bleeds. The rabbit smiles, nothing else smiles. Voices are heard: Ahh! Oh my gosh! Do you like it? Sorry— I was worried, I knew you've wanted a pet, dog, rabbit— something or other, I didn't— Mal, I love it. Really? Uh, yeah? Look at him— her, it? Look at the little guy! God. Okay, what a relief… sorry. There's no need to be sorry Mal. (Chuckles.) Did you really think I wouldn't like such a cute little bunny? I know, it's silly, I— I'm happy you like it. I'll be happy if you like yours too! Close your eyes, we uh, we gotta take a little walk. (Laughter.) Can— can I open them yet? Almost there! Jennie helped me pick this one out, gotta feeling she was right! Can I— Just a… now! (Elation.) A— a new plane? Maddy, you shouldn't have… this… this is beautiful! Well, (Chuckles.) so are you, Mal. So are you. (Display of affection.) Happy anniversary. The rabbit isn't there anymore. The eyes of SCP-6665-α melt slightly. It ceases all attempts to remove SCP-6665. The failure to redact the name of O5-1 is a recognized malfunction. "You're wrong Two, that fact's spitting in your face. You can shut your ears all you want. This is not peace… not for me, for anyone, they're still there. And for what? So the reach of your hand can grow a tad larger?" "I know you don't care, I saw the way you looked at them before, the way you signed their anniversary cards. But find a shred of humanity, please, I hope there's still some in you." — O5-1 "I've been whittled down far too many times in others' pursuits of affection. So many gray hairs fallen out of my head. I'm tired, it's grown tiring. I cannot let this happen again, in hope you find some understanding, somewhere or anywhere." — O5-2 INCIDENT REPORT On REME/MB/ER, The power to the east wing of Site-01 was suddenly deactivated. All backup generators failed to automatically engage, causing a total power outage for 1 minute and 45 seconds. This caused a temporary deactivation of SCP-6665 and its containment machinations, which caused multiple unprecedented events surrounding the apparatus. A full log of this power outage as viewed from the containment chamber of SCP-6665 can be found below; certain information not viewable in this footage has been supplied by O5-2. <BEGIN LOG> (O5-2 performs the scheduled medical routine, cataloging a higher quantity of plaque entanglement implantation into the computer terminal's medical records window. He speaks into his audio recorder.) O5-2: Beginning routine medical examination. Everything from here appears as ordinary. Eyes shut, no drool. No abnormalities in that regard, for once. (O5-2 scans SCP-6665 further.) O5-2: Mouth's open. That's new. (O5-2 walks closer to SCP-6665-α.) O5-2: It's mouthing something, Huh, let me try and, hmm, and try to parse what it's saying— (Power is lost. SCP-6665 deactivates. Nothing can be seen.) O5-2: Dammit. (O5-2 blindly walks towards the room's site call system, trying multiple times to input the extension for Power Control before dialing correctly.) O5-2: What is going on over there? (Something large falls lightly to the ground.) O5-2: Hello? Can, can anyone hear this? (Guards attempt to enter the containment chamber from outside, but the door has been rendered inoperable by the power outage.) O5-2: Dammit, dammit— the emergency power, where— ? I can't see anything, where the hell's the switch— ? (Nothing whispers.) O5-2: Who's there? (O5-2 begins to feel his way across the wall, attempting to find the switch for the containment chamber's emergency power system. A second pair of heavy footsteps slowly trudges across the floor.) O5-2: No, no, you're not— Where's the— ? (Retching, followed by a wet thud. O5-2 becomes more frantic.) MEAGAIN: What are you— where are we going? ILOVEYOU: Shhh, just, just one second! (Hushed giggling; a door opens then shuts. It does not sound like any door in the chamber.) ICANTDO: Well… what? What'd you want? THISWITH: Sorry I… I just had to get away from everyone, thought we did. I— I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime, somewhere. (Cracking. As O5-2 feels across the wall, it no longer feels concrete; he feels wallpaper. The floor creaks like hardwood as he runs frantically, now disoriented.) OUTLOVE: ….what'd you mean? LETSBEUS: Well… you're always so kind! Fascinating too, really. Believe me, I'd never thought I'd be so interested in planes… planes of all things! No offense. But uh, well, when it's you talking, I can feel like… like I can listen to it forever. (O5-2 climbs up a staircase; his hand knocks picture frames off the wall. Two sets of steps encroach behind him. He is pushed aside by two giggling figures. He grabs a hold of the railing.) O5-2: This is not now! This— this is the past, you're both the past. Let it burn away. Let go. Surveillance view at this point of the outage. (The railing is not there anymore. O5-2 falls down the stairs and onto a large bed. Multiple pairs of footsteps are faintly heard surrounding him. The cracking grows louder.) FOREVER.: Wow… well, sorry, sorry if I talk too much, I tend to ramble a bit, I understand, I do. I do— ILOVEYOU!: There's no need to be sorry… really! Don't worry. (Chuckles.) You've always been so nice to me, I feel… newer when I'm with you. In a way. Like, I feel free. I feel, I— I feel— (Shattering. Hard fragments clatter to the ground. The footsteps move towards the front of the bed, merging together until only two heavy pairs remain. Two feminine voices are heard; what they say mostly unintelligible, besides a single phrase at the end.) ILOVEYOU & TOO,MADS: —and the nightmares will go away. (Power is restored to the east wing of Site-01 by engineering staff after physical intervention by multiple O5 Council members; the lights flicker on. No part of the containment room is out of the ordinary, besides O5-2 curled in the corner, with his eyes tightly shut.) (Plaque entanglement injections restarts insertion. The eyes of SCP-6665-α melt in rhythm with the cries of SCP-6665-█.) <END LOG> Resultant investigations about the outage revealed it to have been an express emergency order, the clearance codes for which are only known to select Level 5 Personnel and above. Further investigation is underway, although their conclusion has been inferred. Despite her denial of involvement, O5-1 has been indefinitely denied access to SCP-6665 and all documentation pertaining to Project BLACKBOX. Any personnel allowing O5-1 access to SCP-6665 will face an immediate reprimand and reassignment. Further disciplinary measures regarding the conduct of O5-1 — including possible censure — are under consideration. REPORT #██ — ██20/██/██ SUMMARY: Complacency of SCP-6665 is greatly improved. VIDEO LOG The following is an informal meeting between O5-1, O5-10, and O5-7 within a conference room of Site-01, recorded on a hidden paperclip audio recorder. Other recording devices placed in the room were disabled or destroyed. The meeting was assembled by O5-1 in regards to Project BLACKBOX, violating her current restrictions. <BEGIN LOG> (A pair of footsteps walks into the conference room, followed by two others. The latter two sit down as the door is locked.) O5-10: You know, we— O5-1: I know. (Manic walking; small objects are heard breaking.) O5-10: …didn't let me finish. We can't get you what you're asking for— well, I can't, I dunno what else you wanna to hear. O5-1: I know, I— Eva, you saw the file I sent you, I, I— O5-7: This… this is the third time we've had this conversation. Jen. I'm sorry. It's… it's all just too much of an ask. O5-1: They— you know I don't have access, doesn't mean I can't see what's going on. One of my guards, I caught him coughing up something— straight into his hand. I couldn't even ask him what it was then; I couldn't remember his name. 10 years… he's been here for a decade, and now? Couldn't even remember his damn name. O5-10: Doesn't help your case — you know — the stunt you pulled, One. O5-1: I told you! I— It wasn't me. I know what this looks like, believe me, but— O5-10: But what? You want all of us, the rest of the twelve of us, all to believe what you've been sayin'? Eh? O5-1: Those codes — the emergency codes — those ones aren't available to us. Only to the top— to the Administrators, Mike, I swear— O5-10: It's Ten. O5-1: —They're doing something with what little they have left. There's still something fleeting in there. And he's hurting them. For his gain. O5-10: His own? We all gain from this. Every damn person in this organization, and especially us, especially you. If we can secure the knowledge of those things we lock up, keep the world ignorant and happy, you know, our job will be much, much easier. Yeah it's only our people for now, but think about it, will yeah? A world where the monsters under the bed, all them bumps in the night, all are just— O5-1: Forgotten? God, I've gotten this same exact talk from Two. Do you even— do you just not care? O5-10: I care One, I care about the greater good. O5-1: I've had it with that phrase — "the greater good" — greater than what? Do we measure goodness on a scale? Some— some arbitrary good meter we've locked in a cell somewhere? Do Malorie and Maddison weigh less than— than all this? Well? Do they? (Sniffling.) O5-10: Gosh, why am I even here, eh? I shouldn't even be entertaining this. We shouldn't be, Seven. This is childish. This'll be the last time I keep this under wraps. (A chair is pushed out. The door is unlocked and opened. A second chair is pushed out; footsteps trail towards the door.) O5-1: Eva! Wait, wait— please. (The footsteps stop.) O5-1: How… how did Two convince you, huh? You— (Sniffling.) You were always so nice. The two of them were good to you. So nice when so many people just… weren't. Weren't. O5-7: Jennie… I'm sorry. I— O5-1: He's— he's been nicer to you, hasn't he? O5-7: What? O5-1: I've— yes, I've seen it, he doesn't say your name like he used to. Your pronouns. O5-7: Stop…. O5-1: Without the quotation marks now, right? O5-7: Stop it! I… I— O5-1: You told me— you said I was the third person who you came out to. I think we both know who the first two were. (Pause. More sniffling than prior.) O5-7: I've moved on… accepted it. They're gone. They're— they're gone. O5-1: It doesn't look like you've moved on, I mean— you look just like me— crying right now. Don't you? (Broken chuckle.) O5-7: I just want to move on… Jennie, I wanna be happy again. Please… I just— I need to go. I need to be happy again. (Footsteps, trailing out the room.) <END LOG> REPORT #██ — ██21/██/██ SUMMARY: On one of the latter two days specified in the containment procedures, the candles of the cake were blown out, despite a lack of any recorded wind. Remaining embers and smoke speak and sway in a coordinated rhythm, until naturally fading. Are you almost ready yet? Not yet Jennie! I'm just— I think we need a size down. Another? Apparently! (Laughter.) Well, we'll see if they carry it in that size, I can— No, no, It's fine. Don't worry, I think I can get this to work! You've done more than enough, really! I— I just need to get back in time for the birthday date. Yeah. Is uh… is something wrong? I'm sorry, it's just— I was thinking. Thinking? Thinking. About the invite list we all worked on. You both wanted Two there, but— Maddy, he doesn't seem that very… He's an old friend of mine, both of us really! But… He can be a bit dry, bit cold, but sometimes— (Sigh.) Sometimes you need a bit of dry. Or else all you have is tears. Neither of us were— are happy, about how he acts around us. I was conflicted putting him on, on the council. Mal brought me back around— he's just one voice! Just a drop of dry. We— we don't— Ahh! Maddy!? What's— !? Zipper! The— the zipper's in my hair! (Laughter.) Okay— Ow, alright, I'm ready! (Elegant colors in pale shades of bright.) Wow. I— you don't need another size up, this is perfect. Wow. Mal's gonna love it. Hope so! How's the veil look? Just— it's perfect, beautiful. It'll keep her from seeing all my freckles, at least a bit. Hey, do you really think she— ? You do realize that like, one of the main things she loves about you, well, from what I've assumed, is your freckles? You probably shouldn't hide them. Really? I— well… (Pause.) Oh— sorry! Mind's going millions of places. It's just… that's kinda like what we do, you know, keep beautiful, magical things, keep them concealed. People may love them, we keep them hidden. I— I guess, but— Were— sorry, weren't you trying to come up with a name to describe— well, just that? The normal we've created, defining out the "is"s and "isn't"s of ordinary, as if we control reality. Uhh, yes? I, uh, I think have an idea. "Requesting approval for further increase in starvation periods. Complacency appears to be slipping once again, possibly from the influence of outside sources. Physical or otherwise." "They're not even right, not anymore. This is not right." — O5-2 VIDEO LOG Multiple personnel detrimentally affected by SCP-6665 errors report previously unforeseen side effects, taking the form of false memories. These memories dissipate once nothing is vomited. The most potent case of this effect was uncovered from Researcher Marvin Kells, who was formerly involved in the containment of SCP-5666. An excerpt from an on-site therapy session detailing his case has been included below. <BEGIN LOG> KELLS: I'm never sure what to say at these things. ███████: Whatever's on your mind. KELLS: I… that's the problem, I think, I don't know what's on my mind. Does that make sense? ███████: Well, that's what we're here for. To make sense of everything. (Silence.) KELLS: I had the dream again. ███████: Oh? Anything else of note this time? KELLS: She was… bright, the girl with that Minstrata woman2. Not the smart way— glowing. I could still see her eyes, staring still, just the same as before. (Kells briefly jerks his head to the left.) KELLS: I can still recall those things she said. ███████: What did she say now? KELLS: She said just, so many things I think I know. I can recall the things she said, the memories she showed me— (Kells briefly jerks his head to the right.) ███████: Is everything okay? KELLS: Sorry, it's just… (Silence.) KELLS: Have you ever looked at something really bright, a lightbulb, something like that? You know how the light kind of… sticks in your vision. Flashes in there for a bit after. ███████: I believe I understand. KELLS: Ever since I looked at her last time, in the dream, she was so bright— she's still there. Stuck in my vision. I can see her out of the corner of my eye. She's— (Kells gags.) KELLS: She's still staring at me. Walking around my eyes. Always staring— staring at me from inside my eyes. And sometimes— (Kells gags.) KELLS: Sometimes she smiles. She…. she's smiling, she's— ! (Kells vomits nothing. He staggers backwards. ███████ removes himself from his seat, rushing over to Kells. He steps in the puddle, slipping on white cloth. It drags away as he topples over. The pews are bustling; as the Therapist gets up, flower petals stick to his face.) (As nothing seeps into ███████'s mouth, he staggers backwards, picking back up the ornate pillow.) RINGBEARER: No, where— where is it… I can't believe I lost— wait, I know! (Therapist drops the pillow. He sticks his hand into his mouth, gagging. He vomits and then collapses, nothing shines brilliantly in the resultant puddle.) <END LOG> VIDEO LOG The following was recorded inside of the office of O5-7, pertaining to another attempted security breach of SCP-6665 by O5-1. <BEGIN LOG> (O5-1 enters.) O5-1: Hi Eva. O5-7: It's Seven. O5-1: Are you ser— ? (Sigh.) Been hanging with Two, I see. O5-7: One… What do you want now. O5-1: Can't I just come in to say hi? Are— Aren't we friends? O5-7: We— We're work partners. Not for long too… sorry— O5-1: Eva— O5-7: Seven. O5-1: —I don't know how the votes, discussions, whatever, how it's all been going. I— What has he been saying? What does everyone think? O5-7: It's— O5-2: 6 to 6. Hard to do these things when you're down one. (O5-2 enters.) O5-1: No, no— Eva, what's he— ? O5-7: I'm sorry… I'm… One. you're breaking protocol, I couldn't do anything— O5-2: What are you doing here, One? O5-1: God dammit, you know my name, you both do. You can hide yours all you want. But— O5-2: It's just formalities, One. You don't seem too fond of that; formalities. Now what are you doing here? What is it now? O5-1: Don't play dumb. Please, for one second, please just be a person for me. O5-2: I am being a person for you. Even now. I'm trying to help you, I'm trying to keep you make you better, steer you off this— this grief. I— I wanted to give you acceptance, so long, so many months, and you still haven't reached that stage of grief. You're still denying. Your therapist talked about this— why don't you go see her again? Instead of bringing more people pain. O5-1: My therapist is out on psychiatric leave. Her friend is comatose, a workfriend. But that— this didn't even make her the most distraught. She burst into tears over the phone trying to say his name— remember his name. O5-2: I'm sorry to hear that. O5-1: No. No you aren't. O5-2: I'm sorry to hear that as well. O5-1: No you— (O5-1 puts her hands to her forehead in a state of distress, before abruptly continuing.) O5-1: You're impossible Two! Two, Two, Two. You never act like a person anymore! You barely did before, you— don't even tell us your name. You're just Two. O5-2: My name? (Pause.) O5-1: No way, you— you don't know it either, do you? O5-2: No, you just— O5-1: We probably knew it, some time before. So did you. Did— It began with █, right? O5-2: One, this— this is unprofessional. O5-1: No, it's just true. It's true. O5-2: Evaline, I hope this encounter teaches you something. Do I have your vote at the next conference? (Pause, before O5-7 reluctantly nods.) O5-1: No, I know you Eva, this— O5-7: It's— O5-2: It's Seven. To you. Now come along, Evaline. I know you'll make the right choice in the end. (O5-2 exits.) O5-7: I'm sorry, you just— O5-1: Do you— do you even realize what he's doing? (Pause.) O5-1: What am I saying— you probably do. You're just happy that's he— he's not being himself. O5-7: Jennie— One… this is the happiest I've felt since they… O5-1: You haven't made peace yet, you can't— you're just like me. Like how he says I am. Can't bring yourself to admit it. Because it's not true yet. Their love was a powerful thing, and it still is. When a love like that decays— when it rots away, all the memories of all the things they did together… It doesn't go easily. It fights. It keeps itself from fleeting. Any way it can. O5-7: You're not making any sense… I need to get going, I need to go. O5-1: Eva, just— ! Please. More things will be taken to sustain them, sustain their love. O5-7: How do you know? O5-1: I've— I've seen them, felt the fight. We were so close… I think I became part of them. My brain is shooting back and forth, It's hard to think… to breathe. (O5-1 rubs the sides of her head.) O5-1: You know what he's doing. He's— he only uses your name when it's useful for him— only calls you a woman when it's useful for him. That sheet of happiness that his "acceptance" give you, it's— you know it's not real. O5-7: And what if… what if you're just using me? O5-1: I would never do that, I— I would never drag you into something if I didn't think— didn't know it was right. Tell me, really, who do you believe more? Just for one second, see through his— his display, through all the empty acceptance, just think. I know it's hard for you— it's hard for me too, but it'll be harder for everyone else too, they'll all be dragged into this fight. They'll all be dragged into their love. (Pause. Shakily, O5-7 begins to leave.) O5-1: I know. I know it's hard. I'm sure they'll love you no matter what you do. They always have. (O5-7 pauses briefly, then exits, O5-1 sighs, briefly looking out the open office door, before exiting as well.) <END LOG> Following these events, a hearing on O5-1's censure was held. O5-7 was not in attendance. [DATA REDACTED - ENTER CREDENTIALS] <BEGIN LOG> (O5-7 enters the containment chamber whilst O5-2 is overseeing the census hearing. She calls the substitute guards out of the room, and they reluctantly oblige. She staggers over to SCP-6665, stopping in front of it momentarily. She then turns to the terminal, pressing multiple keyboard keys. The full deactivation confirmation prompt appears.) (She hesitates, now sobbing. O5-2 reenters.) O5-2: What are you doing? (O5-7 does not respond, staring at SCP-6665.) O5-2: Seven, I told you to come with me, I told you— I— I told you not to talk to her anymore. What did she say now? (O5-7 does not respond.) O5-2: Evaline. I know it looks bad, these things always do. But I've realized, I do think this would be what they'd want. Really! (O5-2 smiles. O5-7 scowls.) O5-7: You… (Smiling.) O5-7: You never cared what they wanted. (O5-7 presses "Enter!" "Enter! Come on in!" Evaline opens the door. "How are you! Gosh— I have so much to talk about—" "What is this?" "Well— sorry, I know it's work hours, but me and Mal just have a lot to take care of still, it's hard to juggle this place and the Evaline puts on a vividly colorful dress. "Is this—" "Hmm? Oh— sorry, I should've let you finish, that looks great on you. Did before— does now! Yes, Jennie, are you still getting ready?" Jennie walks out of the changing room. "Eva!" "I know, right? She— wait, am I being too much? I'm just… excited? Yes, excited! You both look beautiful. This is perfect, This is going to be perfect. Sorry — I'm bouncing off the walls — this is going to be the best Flower petals dance. A voice whispers over the vibrant chimes of the church organ. "Eva!" Jennie spins in her pew, to the face of Evaline behind her. "You did it, you…" Tears stream, as two dresses stream down the aisle. They are worn in both senses, yet they stay pristine, cascading over settled petals speckling the ground. Over the black spots of the crowd sit the facadeless facades of things that can only be described as angels, yet despite any previous ravenous malice, they sit in a strained calmness. They are sated. As the church organ fades into words and laughter and tears and joy and all else the world could lend to each savorous second, the words of Malorie and Maddison each ring, they each ring a bell, they each ring true. "Till death do us part." "And for forevermore after." A foreign voice to the scenes kicks out from the pews. Skipping the needle on the record, halting the needle sewing two lives together. "No, no, what is going on, this— this isn't now— it isn't right. The world needs closure, peace, we all do— I do— we—" Maddison looks, she takes his eyes into hers, locking them inside, as she has many times before. Her mouth moves in an unfamiliar familiarity. "This… this was never what you wanted. I know. I know it's all so hard for you. When you confessed your love… so long ago, it was hard for me to tell you too, probably as hard for you to hear it." He cannot look away. "But this is how the world is, was, will be." He cannot look away. "You're the only one stuck in the past." He cannot look away. Caught in retrospective bliss, the past becomes his only present, stuck shuttered in the closure of a flytrap symphony, orchestrating in the orbits of two fluttering eyes. Eyelid-jaws close, eyelash-teeth interweave, before they open again to the sight of Malorie. "You may now kiss the bride." As they kiss, their lips twirl like propellors in the embrace of eachother's folded wings. The pews whirr alive with floating applause. Nothing is now nothing, as they walk to the plane. "Are you ready?" "I— I won't lie… I'm kinda afraid of heights." "I won't lie too Mal, I'm a bit of the same. But we have each other, I'll be here, you'll be here. Anything up there— nothing won't stand a chance against us." Their laughter takes them to the stars. As they fly off forevermore into the oscillating blues of the cloudlessly clear sky, the Sun shines like a burning memory. Footnotes 1. The instrument used to perform transorbital lobotomies. 2. Kells was previously amnesticized to remove elements of his experience with SCP-5666. It is unknown how this detail was recollected. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6665" by Lamentte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6665. 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: adm.png Author: EstrellaYoshte License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: BLACKBOXWTBK.png, Mal? 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SCP-6666 | thaumiel | SCP-6666 - The Demon Hector and the Dread Titania “He leans in, resting his weathered hand on the bed. "Treat all the bad things like dreams, Kenzie. That way, no matter how scary or dark they get, you just have to survive until you wake up.” ― Victoria Schwab, The Unbound Image Credits https://www.flickr.com/photos/abdulrahman-cc/7384323418/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/mitchell3417/3451297468/ https://flickr.com/photos/bonnie-brown/4585566332 hector.png was created by Valdevia and released under Creative Commons. kaktus2.png was created by Aethris and released under Creative Commons. https://flickr.com/photos/fotog/18501257336 https://flickr.com/photos/9508280@N07/43075097694/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/l-macraven/32417027921 https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:B%26W_photo_of_Mosuo_Man.jpg https://flickr.com/photos/djtaz/39936468605 https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=301795&picture=rocky-mountainside https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gloomy_Forest.jpg https://flickr.com/photos/sbeebe/14596549381 https://www.flickr.com/photos/107707632@N02/26745240486 https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=84659882 https://www.flickr.com/photos/35854555@N04/4721883635 https://www.flickr.com/photos/88133570@N00/6050945657 https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=41494856 https://www.flickr.com/photos/16077535@N00/81820097 All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 6666 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-6666 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force PARAGON SAFOS Dir. Shannon Lancaster Dr. Osmon Iles ATF 𐤇-1 "Lance of Longinus" PROJECT PARAGON Project Paragon Commissioned by O5-7 after the discovery of SCP-4840, Project PARAGON's primary objective is the study and containment, if possible, of emerging anomalous activity that has until recently been masked to public view by thaumaturgical phenomenon originating from the "Flying City of Audapaupadopolis". Information gathered from SCP-4840-A revealed the existence of an antediluvian society of human beings, along with other species, which far predate anything found within the currently understood fossil record. Of primary interest to Project PARAGON and Overwatch Command is the existence of four primeval entities: the "Demons" La Hire, Lancelot, Hector and Ogier, as well as three "profanities" (currently classified under SCP-4812). All seven entities had remained dormant until the exhumation of the "EROS" entity by the Global Occult Coalition Taskforce Omni-045. This EROS entity is believed to be connected to both the strange and lonely woods and another ancient society of humans, which is believed to have existed concurrently with the Daevite civilization many hundreds of thousands of years ago. Applied Task Force Hēt-1 "Lance of Longinus" Special Containment Procedures: The containment of SCP-6666, as well as SCP-2254, SCP-4812, and SCP-4840 are under the express supervision of Project PARAGON and Applied Task Force Hēt-1 "Lance of Longinus". Due to the potential eschatological ramifications of SCP-6666, special precautions must be taken to ensure SCP-6666 is not exposed to other entities contained by Project PARAGON. The PARAGON South America Forward Operating Site (SAFOS) has been erected around the access shaft leading to SCP-6666. Under no circumstances are unauthorized personnel to be permitted access to SAFOS, and lethal force has been authorized against any personnel or groups who would attempt to breach the 1km exclusion zone surrounding SCP-6666. Periodically, fire teams must enter the super-exclusion area immediately surrounding SCP-6666 and use incendiary devices to slow the advance of SCP-6666's root structure. Personnel involved in these fire teams are allowed only 15 minutes of sustained exposure to the SCP-6666 root system. Any personnel directly observing SCP-6666 must do so from an aerial vehicle or from Observation Towers Alpha, Bravo, or Charlie. Tower Delta is for aerial vehicle launch only. Containment Memorandum: No personnel are permitted to come within 1km of SCP-6666 at any time. All observation of SCP-6666-A must be done remotely. PARAGON SAFOS Primary Points of Contact: Dir. Sophia Light - Director, Western Regional Command Dir. Kain Pathos Crow - Director, Foundation Technology Dir. Shannon Lancaster - Project Director, PARAGON Dir. Coryn Malthus - Director, Department of Antediluvian Research Dr. Osmon Iles - Lead Researcher, SCP-6666 Cmdr. Alexandro Freitas - PARAGON South American Forward Operating Site Chief Cmdr. Cecilia Aestrei - Hēt-1 Commander Mk. VII "Ulysses" drone surveying SCP-6666. Description: SCP-6666 is a colossal, botanical entity located near 4°51'29.4"S 67°44'12.6"W in the Amazon rainforest. SCP-6666 is comprised of a wide trunk and many thousands of arching branches reaching away from the center mass like a tree, though SCP-6666 does not closely resemble any known species of similar biological structures. SCP-6666's trunk is roughly 380m in diameter, and the entire structure reaches a height of nearly 9.2km. SCP-6666 shows no signs of life at a cellular level. Approximate Site Map Map of SCP-6666 Lithospheric Void SCP-6666 is inverted, suspended by its considerable root system from the top of a massive lithospheric void in the crust of the Earth. This space, which extends a full 52km at its widest point and extends down to nearly 43km at its presumed deepest point (the "Terminal Zero" point), appears to have formed naturally between 450 and 560 million years ago. The walls of the cavern are covered almost entirely in the aforementioned roots of SCP-6666, leading researchers to believe that SCP-6666's root structure at one point extended down into the Earth as opposed to up from it, as it does now. The floor of the cavern is covered in a 200m thick cloud of toxic fog, which flows from a jagged opening on the side of SCP-6666. The composition of this fog is unknown — living creatures who breathe the substance suffer near-immediate loss of neurological function1, and spectrographic analysis of the substance has been inconclusive. While SCP-6666's oldest growth roots are stationary, and despite the fact that SCP-6666 is biologically inert, sections of new growth are mobile and hostile. Roots that appear above ground will attempt to pull anything nearby them — man, animal, machine or otherwise — into the cavern below through the soil. This effect can be temporarily mitigated by ceasing movement entirely. Personnel who find themselves closed within a section of this root system can quickly lie down and stay as still as possible until fire teams arrive to push the roots back. However — due to the rapid rate at which these roots grow, it is likely that a person attempting to avoid being seized by the root system could unintentionally find themselves swallowed and suffocated by the mass of roots growing over them, if they are not reached by fire teams quickly enough. SCP-6666 is accessible via a large, cylindrical stone access shaft located roughly 7.5km from the inverted base of the entity. A stairwell is built into the side of the shaft, though it ends just below the lip of the cavern's ceiling in a manner indicating that it originally extended beyond that point2. Radar scans of the bottom of the cavern indicate that the majority floor of the cavern is covered by a vast forest of tall, thick, dark trees. Surrounding the eastern edge of the forest and partially climbing up the walls of the cavern is an extensive network of ancient ruins that are partially covered by the toxic fog. SCP-6666-A. Image edited for clarity SCP-6666-A is a vaguely humanoid entity partially emerging from the jagged opening in the side of SCP-6666. The entity is believed to be roughly 23m in height3, with six arms and six eyes set in two columns of three each. The entity appears to have numerous scars and burns across its skin. One of its six arms is significantly larger than the other five, and is at least partially fused at the wrist with a large iron spear, roughly 18m in length, which it appears to have been using as leverage to pierce and open the side of SCP-6666. SCP-6666-A has no ears, nose or mouth, but is capable of speech4, vocalizing in a currently unknown language. SCP-6666-A will respond to stimuli, though rarely becomes distracted from its apparent state of permanent torment. SCP-6666-A seems to be capable of localized biological regeneration, putting it in constant flux between the ambient destruction of its body as a result of exposure to the open cavity of SCP-6666, and its own reconstruction. While SCP-6666-A has responded to Foundation-provided stimuli, it has thus far not attempted to communicate with any Foundation personnel or vehicles. It is unknown if SCP-6666-A is even aware that it is being communicated with. The Primeval Demons Depiction of an ancient warrior5. The four entities known colloquially as the "Primeval Demons" (SCP-2254, SCP-4840-B, SCP-6666-A and SCP-6765-D) were, according to SCP-4840-A, formerly warriors in service to the king of a major prehistoric society that were altered by thaumaturgic means into the vaguely humanoid entities known to the Foundation currently. Each was affected by a curse placed on them by another prehistoric entity of some thaumaturgical power, and were compelled to complete a specific task that would, ostensibly, lead to some kind of devastation affecting mankind as a whole. It is believed these Demons were active over many years after the end of the kingdom in which they served, but were eventually affected by SCP-4840-A, who has for seemingly hundreds of thousands of years kept many ancient locations and entities hidden from public perception. The stress of this effort has weakened SCP-4840-A considerably, causing many of the entities in question to become perceptible once again. Of the four entities, SCP-2254 (Demon La Hire) was discovered first, though it was not known at the time of discovery that the entity was related in any way to any other extant anomalous entities. SCP-6666-A is, according to information gathered from interviews with SCP-4840-A, the "Demon Hector", one of four primeval entities originating from a long-since lost near-human civilization. SCP-6666-A, as well as SCP-4840-B6, SCP-22547, and a yet-undiscovered fourth entity8 are potentially many millions of years old, if not older. SCP-6666-A, as well as SCP-6666 itself, predate all known human civilizations and, possibly, the existence of much of the Earth itself. Addendum 6666.1: Discovery Prehistoric information related to SCP-6666 is extremely scarce. Information gathered from several sources indicate that numerous populaces of humans existed in and around the SCP-6666 access point, but little remains of artifacts that would tie specific groups to the area. In his proposal to the Project PARAGON senior leadership detailing the Foundation's current understanding of those groups, senior researcher Dr. Osmon Iles described his team's findings as such: The existence of SCP-4008, the Wormwood anomaly, has cast doubt on everything we know about our own history. As a weapon developed by a prehistorical SCP-1000 civilization, the Wormwood was capable of swallowing entire ethnic groups, their cities, their histories and more — essentially erasing these civilizations from the historical record. Our study of the SCP-4008 anomaly continued to point back towards a source — a historical black hole, something that we could not even find buried trace of. The Amazon is not known for being kind to the records of those who have lived there. The soil and humidity grinds stone and bone into dust, but in one place more than anywhere else we saw nothing — no trace of human civilization, no records of human habitation, nothing. And it is in this black hole that we knew we could find it — the root from which the Wormwood grows. ATLAS, the effort that predates PARAGON, began mapping these forests forty years ago, starting with the very edge of what we know and spiraling inward. Lost in the darkness beneath that canopy was a vacuum, one that pulled us towards it with unyielding force. Each meter of land we found absent of any trace of humans was another breadcrumb towards the open door of what we eventually found — the dark hole in the middle of history. We had puzzled over what tree could bear the fruit of the Wormwood, and now we know — it was a dead one. Formal containment of SCP-6666 began with the creation of Project PARAGON, after information gathered by the now defunct Operation ATLAS, as well as information taken from SCP-4840 and 4840-A, led to the discovery of the vertical access shaft into the void containing SCP-6666. Addendum 6666.2: PARAGON Leadership Meeting Transcript I The following is an excerpt from a recorded meeting of Project PARAGON Director Shannon Lancaster, Director of Antediluvian Research Dir. Coryn Malthus, and SAFOS Chief of Staff Alexandro Freitas held on April 23rd, 2019. Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: PARAGON Director Shannon Lancaster Dept. of Antediluvian Research Director Coryn Malthus SAFOS Chief Alexandro Freitas Project Paragon Director Shannon Lancaster Dir. Lancaster: I wanted to thank you in advance about being on top of our perimeter issue. Don't feel the need to have to contact my office if we need to do that again. Freitas: The situation necessitated it. It's getting harder to push the growth back. We're cycling day and night shifts and it's helping — but only barely. Dir. Lancaster: How long do you expect before we'll need to move it again? Freitas: Rough guess… two weeks? Dir. Lancaster: That's not great. What about our alternate access proposal? Freitas: On hold for the moment. All of our test sites have gotten bogged down almost immediately. It's a web of roots down there, and they're tough. You'd be able to convince me they were made of stone. Dir. Lancaster: Right. We'll reassess that once we have Crow and his team on-site. Sorry to keep you waiting Coryn. Dir. Malthus: You're fine. Dir. Lancaster: I got a chance to read your report. What do you think? Dir. Malthus: In general? Everything below that pit is old. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions. We've only had drones in there a short time, but the mapping we've done so far has been really something. Dir. Lancaster: What about the floor level? Beneath the cloud? Dir. Malthus: Hard to say. What we've got so far has just been snippets and grainy radar returns for the structures around the outside. None of it is telling, but something else you might find interesting — none of it is South American. Dir. Lancaster: What do you mean? Dir. Malthus: You know how we had been talking about looking for the missing civilizations out here? When we first got down there our first guesses were that we would find them under that haze, but none of what we've seen even remotely matches anything built by human hands in the last ten-thousand years. Whatever it is, it predates humanity as we currently understand it. As for whatever is in that forest, your guess is as good as mine. Dir. Lancaster: That's a start. Where do you think we go next? Dir. Malthus: We need to gather more information. Building our viewing decks and staring at that thing all day isn't going to make it sprout answers. There's something going on down there and we need more resources if we want to figure it out. Dir. Lancaster: Where do you want to start? Dir. Malthus: The SCP-1000 file would be great. Are you familiar with SCP-2932? Dir. Lancaster: Adjacently. Why do you ask? Dir. Malthus: Alexandro can probably tell you more — I think SAFOS grabbed a bunch of stuff from there a while back. The long and short of it is that there's some entity there who says that SCP-1000, the Children of the Night, or the Bigfoot, as it were, they used that place as a prison. I don't have clearance to know what all they've got locked up, but I do know that the magical core that keeps the lights on over there is this big red gem. The gremlin running around in there says that it's the heart of Titania, a goddess who pulled out her own heart to keep the Children of the Night safe. But, and I know this goes against everything we're taught as researchers, I've read enough Shakespeare to know that Titania isn't a Bigfoot god. It's a faerie god. Dir. Lancaster: You're not wrong. What about the tree? What do you know about it? Dir. Malthus: It's dead. It's been dead for a long time, by the looks of it. Everything about it looks dead, even at a cellular level, which would probably surprise our friends in Hēt-1, or anyone else that has ever gotten caught up in those roots and pulled into the ground. There's no biological activity happening anywhere we've taken samples, but that smoke has got to be coming from somewhere and the roots are still mobile, so your guess is as good as mine. Dir. Lancaster: Tell me more about the smoke. Freitas: Well, sorry, it's not really smoke, even though it looks like it. It's more like a really fine pollen. The reason we're having so much trouble with it is that it's a really potent neurotoxin. Any of it, even a speck, gets on you, in you, wherever — your entire nervous system starts shutting down in seconds. We don't have a way to bring people back from long-term CNS depression and while we've got pressurized suits that could potentially get our people in there, even the slightest exposure could be fatal if not treated immediately. We're still conducting materials testing to see if it can get through the poly shells on our insertion suits. Dir. Lancaster: But you do think we can get boots on the ground? Freitas: We're working out the logistics right now. Dir. Malthus has been insistent that we won't really know the full story until we can get through that cloud. Dir. Lancaster: I understand. What about in the meantime? Is there anything in there we can get into? Freitas: I'm working on it. Once we get the immediate area mapped I should be able to come up with something. Those roots have been pulling stuff from all over this area down into the ground for what looks like ages. We'll get some clues there. Dir. Lancaster: Alright, keep me in the loop there. Dir. Malthus, I can request the clearance you're looking for. What else do you need? Dir. Malthus: We need to bring in somebody from the Eshu team. Dir. Lancaster: Coryn, you know we can't do that. Dir. Malthus: I know you think we can't, but I don't know what else to tell you, Director. There is a limit to what I can come up with — there just isn't a written history for any of this. They got lucky with whatever they came up with over in Europe in that somebody had written something down about it, but out here? First hand account is the best we've got. We need to talk to one of these things, get whatever we can out of them. They're going to know more about what happened here than what we've got right now — dust and best guesses. If it were up to me, we would've interviewed a dozen faeries by now, but I don't have the resources to make that happen. Dir. Lancaster: (Sigh) Fine. I'll work on it. Anything else? Dir. Malthus: We need to talk to Cain. Dir. Lancaster: You're joking. Freitas: Cain? Dir. Malthus: I'm not. Able isn't very talkative and Seth has been sitting on his rock for the last few million years. We need someone who has first hand accounts of things that occurred before human beings even considered writing down their history, and there's only one person we know of who was both alive at the time and has a photographic memory. (Pause) Dir. Lancaster: Alright. I'll work on that too. Is that all? Freitas: One more thing you probably need to know. The agents we've had stationed in our observation platforms have been coming back with some mild psychological symptoms recently. General uncertainty, unease. A few have had trouble sleeping. Dr. Reece wanted to know about staff rotations the other day. We probably need to move ahead with that next personnel deployment. Dir. Lancaster: Let's do that. Director Crow will be coming on-site next week. We need to make sure we're on top of things here. Dir. Malthus: Fair enough. I'll make sure we have all of our ducks in a row for when the director gets here. Freitas: We'll take care of the personnel issue as well, Director. Dir. Lancaster: Thank you. Both of you keep me updated. Addendum 6666.3: Eshu Entity Interview Notice: certain elements of this interview may be redacted or altered per Protocol 4000-ESHU. The following is an interview with an honored and feathered representative within the old forest. The interview was conducted by Dr. Park Daesung during the mandated yearly observance of Order O5-4000-F26. Dr. Park: Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. I won't keep you very long. A native humanoid entity. "Of course, of course. It is no trouble, not for me. Not often do I get many travelers, this far off the road. This is a pleasant surprise. Can I make you some tea? How about some tobacco? We don't get much here, you know, but I have something of a stash saved up, for just such an occasion." Dr. Park: No, thank you. Unfortunately today is strictly business. "Very well, suit yourself. More for me! Now, what can I do for you?" Dr. Park: Some time ago, agents of ours discovered a strange structure, deep in a massive forest in the south. It had long since been abandoned, but we believe it is some kind of prison. Some of the markings there were similar to those we've found in this place. Are you familiar? The avian interviewee readjusts nervously. "Oh. Well, yes. We always heard stories, you know. I never saw it for myself, but you heard stories. High walls of stinking black stone. Screaming. I imagine it would be mostly reduced to rubble by now, though. It has been quite some time." Dr. Park: Who were the Children of the Night? The winged collaborator's eyes grow wide. They stand suddenly and move to close the blinds over a nearby window. Dr. Park: Forgive me if I've spoken out of turn. "No, no… you did nothing wrong. Just not something spoken of, really, at least not in pleasant company." Dr. Park: What were they? "Well… at first they were like you, and like us. Children, like we all were. They woke up in the forests, like we did, but not in the treetops. Up there we could see the stars, but down below the Children of the Night were in almost total darkness. We… they stayed down there. We figured they just preferred it that way." Dr. Park: Where did they come from? "I- I can't really say. It really was a long time ago, but there are probably some here who might know more, or better. I tried to stay out of it. I had a shop in the old white city on the coast, back in the before times. They were in the dark forests, in the south. But you heard stories." Dr. Park: They've got an artifact hung up in that prison. The jailer there calls it the Heart of Titania. Do you know anything about- The calm and flightless friend gasps slightly, then reaches into a pocket and produces a locket. They stare at it briefly. Dr. Park: What can you tell me about this Titania? "We called her Iýa… ah. The sleeper in the stars. On a dark night they said you could feel her breathing over the whole world. She was a god of starlight, more wonderful than anything that walked the Earth." The beaked companion puts away the locket. "We loved Titania more than any other, even more than Gaia herself. She was so beautiful. Dr. Park: The entity in this prison, it calls itself Caspan. Do you know anything about this entity? They shudder. "Yes. Caspan the Dreamweaver, is what he was called. Caspan was an artist, once. He could tell stories in dreams, and bring the dreams themselves to life. When they came for him, he begged them for his life and his name, and the nightstalkers let him… let him keep both." Dr. Park: Nightstalkers? You mean the Children of the Night? Why would they have come for him? "They… the Children of the Night were curious creatures. They sat under the pitch dark of the tall trees in their wide circles and would hum these sad little songs together, swaying in unison. We — in our arrogance — I suppose, we didn't see them as any more than what we wanted to see; sad little ground dwellers, cleaning up the scraps and slinking around the darkness beneath the canopy. When they sang their miserable little songs to the plants, we didn't care to see the plants begin to bend to the song. We didn't want to see the bodies hung in the branches, so we didn't see them. First it was travelers who started going missing, and then our own. We had ignored them for so long, by the time we started paying them any attention they had turned… foul." Dr. Park: And what about Caspan? "He was afraid, I believe. They came for him and took him down into the dark and made him teach them things… terrible things. They were curious, the Children of the Night, and over time that curiosity took a- excuse me, I'm sorry." Dr. Park: It's alright, I don't mean to push. "No, it's quite alright. Nobody here really talks about it anymore, and so much gets lost to time." Pauses "Their curiosity was like our own, at first, but while we wondered with delight at the stars in the sky, the Children of the Night had only the dark to comfort them, and in time their curiosities took a cruel turn. They weren't able to dream, you know, not like you or I, but they wanted to, so they took Caspan the Dreamweaver into the dark and forced him to teach them how. But they couldn't, you understand, they aren't like us, so when Caspan tried to teach them, he… whatever he saw there, in the dark, whatever horror they had come to know while they were singing their queer little songs… I cannot imagine. When, afterwards, they asked him to betray us, he did so without question." Dr. Park: What was the betrayal? "They wanted to make a wish. He lead them to Titania and let them make their wish." Silence. "They… say that when the nightstalkers came, they came in long rows, single file, shuffling silently through the dark woods. They found our blessed Titania, exactly where he had told them she would be, and with his help they… they made their wish." Silence. Dr. Park: What was the wish? [CLASSIFIED DATA EXPUNGED. SEE ADDENDUM 6666.13 FOR MORE INFORMATION] Dr. Park: We can conclude if you'd like. "I- I think that's for the best. I'm sorry, it's just… it's just unforgiveable." Pauses. "Oh, Iýa. What did we do to you?" Interview concludes. Addendum 6666.4: SCP-073 Interview The following is an interview with SCP-073. The interview was conducted by SCPF Western Regional Command Director Sophia Light. SCP-073: Director Light, what a surprise this is. Here I had thought you didn't have sufficient time for little Class 3s like me anymore. SCP-073 original file photo. Dir. Light: Cheeky, Cain, but it's Sophia, please. Director Light was my father. SCP-073: Very well, Sophia. This is an unusual setting for the two of us. What is the occasion? Dir. Light: Are you familiar with Project PARAGON? SCP-073: Oh, only what they tell me — which is little, in this case. Very hush hush. As many secrets as you've all had me keep, and still some you choose to squirrel away. Dir. Light: Aye, you know how it goes. Anyway, we've been following some anomalous activity over the last few years that has begun to escalate, and I'm hoping you might be able to answer some questions I have about it. SCP-073: Hmmmm. You know, it occurs to me — with the amount of "anomalous activity" you deal with on a day-to-day basis, after a while wouldn't it just start to feel like… activity? Dir. Light: You can't imagine. SCP-073: Perhaps not. But, I will strive to answer your questions as best I can, though I fear for what inquiries you might have if you're forced to come to me to resolve them. Dir. Light: I need to know what you know about the Children of the Night. Silence. SCP-073: The Children… of the Night. I have not heard that name in a long, long time. (Pauses) That is an old secret, Sophia. How did you stumble over it? Dir. Light: We've had them classified for a long time now, the few who remain. A short video of one seen in the United States is something of a fascination for amateur cryptozoologists, and while we've got them on the books they've eluded capture up until now. Their motives and origins remain a mystery to us — it's like their entire history had been swallowed up. SCP-073: Yes… yes, that was probably the point. Dir. Light: Please, go on. SCP-073: Where to begin? The Children of the Night — first of all, to be clear, I have never encountered them myself. They only came to my side of the world once, in the long ago, but I was… otherwise occupied at the time. They came at the behest of their masters, looking for someone who had commited a terrible sin. The first sin, in fact. Dir. Light: Is this related to the entity called "Asem"? SCP-073: Director Light. You know more than you're letting on. Dir. Light: I usually do. Continue. SCP-073: Yes. Adam el Asem was… my father, and Lilith our mother. Asem was the first man, so technically speaking we are all his children, but my brothers and I came first. I was the eldest, and then Able, and then our youngest… (pauses) Apologies, it's been some time. The sin that Asem committed, yes — he took something from a place that he should not have gone, and in response the Children of the Night came across the sea to bring him to justice for it. Dir. Light: What happened to him? SCP-073: I can't say for certain. Asem had pulled a star from the sky and put it on his iron crown, and what happened afterwards… my family was not the same afterwards. I was driven out, Able was killed, and our youngest brother disappeared. His kingdom was abandoned, save for Asem, and all I ever heard was that the Children of the Night came for him, and when they left he was gone. Dir. Light: Why are they called the Children of the Night? SCP-073: In contrast to us, I imagine. We — humanity as a whole, were born under the brilliant sun of my father. We were different then — radiant beings, still aglow in that magnificent light. We have been… reduced, slightly, since our separation from it- (gestures across his body) but we are still now what we were then, even if we — as a whole — don't enjoy the same long life we once did. So we were the Children of the Sun. The Flying City of Audapaupadopolis Ancient ruins of SCP-4840. Audapaupadopolis (SCP-4840) is, according to information gathered from SCP-4840-A, the first city built by human beings on the Earth. Carbon dating of the complex has been inconclusive, though evidence suggests that the structure does in fact predate any known human civilizations and, possibly, much of known geological history. According to SCP-4840-A, the hierarchical makeup of Audapaupadopolis appears to have been centered solely around a single figure — a male humanoid of absolute authority called "Asem", or "Adam el Asem". This figure, whose existence is not elsewhere confirmed but is suggested, is referred to in parallel texts as the "First Man", "First Human", or "First King of Men", and is believed to have inspired Abrahamic accounts of a similar proto-human. It is not known what became of this individual, though SCP-4840 is believed to have begun falling into disarray shortly after their disappearance. It is not known when this event took place. Both SCP-4840-A and SCP-073 acknowledge kinship with this entity. SCP-076 has not confirmed any knowledge of the entity whatsoever. None of these three individuals have expressed a willingness or capability to divulge any additional information regarding this entity. Dir. Light: Was everyone in Audapaupadopolis a Child of the Sun? Silence. SCP-073: What did you say? Dir. Light: Audapaupadopolis. You're familiar with it? SCP-073: That city… I know you thought it would perhaps surprise me to learn that you know of it at all — and it has — but… Pauses SCP-073: No, they weren't all like us. Other beings were there as well, greater and more terrible than I by far, but none greater or more magnificent than my father. It was under his protection that our people and the secrets there were kept safe. When he was gone the city diminished, and those secrets became vulnerable. There were those who remained and worked diligently to find a way to protect them, and machinations in place to make sure they stayed hidden, but if they have become exposed again… yes. I see now why you have come to me. Dir. Light: I'm not sure I understand. SCP-073: You must understand; the Children of the Night are not like you, or me, or even the fair folk across the sea. Dir. Light: What do you mean? SCP-073: I only know what I've heard — like I said, I wasn't present when much of this took place. They say that when the Children of the Night were first born, they had all the curiosity of children, and when the starlight of their masters was not sufficient to satisfy their curious desires, they found darker gods to pray to. Those gods demanded their pound of flesh in exchange for the powers required to fulfill the Children of the Night's desires, and that pound would come from the history of mankind. As they would swarm a civilization and pull it into the earth, all record of it would cease to be — and this would be their payment. Dir. Light: You mentioned that before, as well. Who were their masters? SCP-073: Ah… well, it was the faeries who made them. Or rather, who wished for them — or so I'm told. The faeries worshipped Titania, the goddess of starlight and wishes, and when my father… (Pauses) My father was… beautiful, and magnificent, certainly, but a stray request by a child set a seed of envy in his heart, and his light was turned towards a singular desire, one that ended in the very first sin. That sin was so blasphemous to the faeries, they had no choice but to respond. Dir. Light: So the faeries brought them into existence to kill your father? SCP-073: Perhaps, or perhaps to protect themselves. The Children of the Stars saw my father's light rising in the east and prayed to Titania for salvation. I do not know what they prayed for, or what it cost them, but it was not long after that voyagers began telling tales of tall figures huddled just beyond the dark treeline on those far shores. In time, they came for the world of men — but not before they turned on their masters as well. They are destroyers, and if they find prominence in this world again, they will not rest until they drag us back into the Earth. They are not something you can simply kill with tanks and guns — they are a divine aberration. Dir. Light: What happened to them? SCP-073: You've heard of the Day of Flowers? Maybe not. I was far away from the lands of men then, but every flower on the planet bloomed at once, and then the rains began to fall. Once the floodwaters had settled, years later, there was little left - and the Children of the Night were gone. Dir. Light: This is a lot to take in, but it's valuable information. Thank you. SCP-073: I wish I had more to offer, but alas — my absence throughout much of that ancient history of man puts me at a distinct disadvantage here. Dir. Light: I understand. (Pauses) How old are you, Cain? SCP-073: Hah. Sophia, honestly, I can't tell you. I have long since lost track. The years slip by and each lifetime becomes just another drop in an increasingly expansive ocean of memories. In ages past I have lived countless other lives — by other names, in other places. It is impossible to say. Dir. Light: Will you go on forever? SCP-073: My longevity has persisted as a blessing from my father, but it will not last forever. The most I can hope to accomplish is to correct our wrongs, such as they are, before I too slip quietly into the darkness. Dir. Light: Well, if you think of anything else, please let me- SCP-073: Wait. Dir. Light: Pardon? SCP-073: This… alright. This is going to sound like a long shot, but there may be someone else you can speak to. Dir. Light: Who? SCP-073: There was this old sorcerer who served the ancient Daevite House of Malidraug. I presume if you have found Audapaupadopolis, you have no doubt uncovered some truths about the olde kingdoms of mortal men. Dir. Light: We have. SCP-073: Good. Methuselah was the name of this sorcerer. Learned from a dying Daeva queen how to prolong his life with blood magic. He's been poking around history ever since — appearing in places of power, or near them. I don't know if he was ever welcome into the House of Apollyon, where the true secrets of the time would've been discussed, but I don't doubt for a second that he would have attempted to hang around them, peddling his wares. He has… delusions of grandeur, but he is certainly capable of some very real magic. Dir. Light: Where do you think this person would be? SCP-073: I'm not certain… he would be very old by now. Hundreds of thousands of years, certainly. I'm not sure what effect that would have on his mind, but… he would have been there. He might know more about your Children of the Night. Dir. Light: I see. (Pauses) Cain. Your memory is photographic, isn't it? SCP-073: It is. Dir. Light: Do you think you could remember this Methuselah if you saw his face? SCP-073: Of course. Director Light produces her mobile terminal. After a moment, she turns it to show SCP-073. Dir. Light: Is this him? SCP-073: It is. Where did you get that picture? Dir. Light: If you can believe it, he's in another wing of this site. SCP-073: (Laughs) Fortuitous for you, Sophia. Yes, I would talk to that man, were I you. He is not quite as old as I am, but he was present for things I was not. His insight should be invaluable to you. Dir. Light: It is probably worth asking you whether or not Able would- SCP-073: (Holds up a hand) I can stop you there. My brother… my brother has suffered, these many years. He is angry, as I am sure you well know, and would be wholly uninterested in questions of history, even if he had been there to witness them. But moreover, my brother has been confined to that sarcophagus for a long, long time. Even if he was willing to offer you insight, I do not think he would have any to give. Dir. Light: Thank you, Cain. This has been very helpful. SCP-073: Think nothing of it. Although… Dir. Light: Yes? SCP-073: If it is not too much to inquire, in Audapaupadopolis you might have found a… a man. Perhaps just one man, or even… or even his remains. If you… if you have found this man, perhaps you could let me know? I just — there was myself, and Able, but our youngest brother… it has just been such a long time, and I can't help but wonder if I could… Dir. Light: I'm sorry, Cain. You know I wouldn't be able to do that, even if I wanted to. SCP-073: Ah, yes. Of course, I- I understand. (Pauses) I would've quite liked to have… to have apologized to him, my little brother. Ah. But we all have regrets, yes? Addendum 6666.5: Excerpt from the Journal of Winston J. Connington The following is an excerpt taken from the journal of Winston J. Connington, an 18th century English pararchaeologist and occultist who gathered a number of items and writings that reference antediluvian events or persons in a collection called the "Connington Set". Additional excerpts from this document are available in Addendum 4812.1. The Connington Set Winston J. Connington, Esq. Sir Winston J. Connington was born in 1752 to Horace Connington and Elizabeth Browley-Herriman. From a young age, Connington professed an interest in geology and archaeology, eventually leading him to join the Royal Consortium of Geological Study at Oxford University in 1769. It is there he would meet The Rt Hon. Lord Earl Skitter, a member of the Oxford Morgrave Society, who would finance Connington in his pursuit of ancient and occult artifacts. It was through these endeavours that Connington would make his first major breakthrough — a volcanic fissure in the Austrian Alps that contained SCP-4812-E, the Vinuvinex, later determined to be one of the "Three Profanities" described in antediluvian texts. It was this discovery that lead to Connington and Lord Skitter investing a sizeable sum of money into an archaeological expedition to a site in modern Ukraine, where numerous artifacts were discovered. The items gathered by this expedition were eventually organized into the collection called the Connington Set, which would pass to various other wealthy collectors and occultists after Connington's death in 1797 from pneumonia. The set eventually found itself in the estate of Dutch art collector Markus de Wees in 1936. After de Wees' death in 1948, the set was divided into three smaller collections, one of which was sold to Amscott Carter in 1950, one of which was part of a German historical exhibit at the Germanisches Nationalmuseum before later being removed and sold to an unnamed private collector, and one which was auctioned and sold to a Foundation clearing house. Part of the collection that had been sold to Amscott Carter was recovered by the Foundation with assistance from Carter's business partner, but the third division of the set has not reappeared since its sale in 1951. In my great effort to research those most ancient and forgotten places of our history I have come across several references to an old kingdom of men, one that existed long before the kingdoms of Europe or of the Arabs, perhaps older even than Noah and the Great Flood itself. Many of these I have chronicled elsewhere, but perhaps most elusive is a parable written by an individual who titled himself as "Gom of Nod", which I believe details events that took place near the end of the rule of those ancient Sky Kings. Elsewhere in my writing I have detailed the tales of the four knights of House Apollyon, but never was their origin made evident to me. And yet! Now I have acquired a piece of parchment, preserved in salt, that was given to me by the Sultan Mustafa III of the Ottoman. The text, he described as illegible, is written in the same crude cypher as other pieces I have found in similar ancient writings. The words on the page are faint from the years, but with the aid of my servant Gerhard we believe to have accurately transcribed the words here, the only recreation of Gom of Nod's parable left on this Earth. The words of Gom, son of Nod. Speak do I thus of these tales from the olde world. Once there was a warrior, fair and strong, with eyes of green and auburn hair. His laughter was like rolling waves and his rage was like a thunderclap. He was loved far and wide, and those who beheld him marveled at his craftmanship, saying "surely this is the one descended first from Asem, who lived in ages past." Beloved was he above all others, but more so by his king, the lord of hosts and sovereign of the skies. In the king's time of greatest need, he called upon the warrior and his power, and the warrior answered by sword or [TEXT DAMAGED], until the king's enemies had been driven to dust or his [TEXT DAMAGED]. In return for his service, the king offered his champion a single favor saying thus: "For you, champion of champions, let my voice be clear — heaven and earth are no boundary, nor life and death a barrier. Whatsoever you desire, it will be yours." And sayeth the warrior: "Lord of Hosts, beloved among sovereigns — I beg only your service, that I may serve you from this day until the last days of men, and that I may give you my heart, without reservation, to keep in your presence until the sun goes out." Sayeth the king: "So it shall be forevermore — you will serve me, most loyal and noble of knights. Your spear shall be my spear, and your voice shall be my voice. Your heart will be mine forever, and when your service has ended you will rest at my side in the halls of my fathers." Then did that great warrior serve his king, through [TEXT DAMAGED] It came then that the king, old though he had grown, set his sights for a final conquest across the sea. After [TEXT DAMAGED] [TEXT DAMAGED] …did a sickness sweep over those knights of the king, and a profanity was put into them. Driven by madness and agony, one by one they cried out to dark and fell gods for comfort from their tribulation, and one by one they succumbed to the evil put in them. All, that is, but the great champion. He had given his heart to his king, and though his king now slept in the darkest mire of the sea, his loyalty did not waver. He came before the king's son, misshapen and altered, and cried out to him saying: "My lord, my lord! Save me, please. Take pity on my condition, in remembrance of the service I have given freely to your father and your house these many years. Free me from this wickedness, that I might serve you again." And did say the king's last son: "Knight, loyally have you served my house — but this abomination you have become diminishes the noble halls of my father. While this sickness possesses you, you may not reside here in this sacred place, nor may you call yourself a warrior of my house. Turn from the evil god of our foe, and find the dark root from which this terror flowers. Cut it down, see its fell shepherds driven before you, and succumb not to these vile alterations. Do this, and the halls of my house will open to you again. If loyalty to my father you have left in your wretched heart, then waste no time — go and seek your salvation in the black forests beyond the sea, where mine father did seal our doom, for no such salvation remains for us but to excise this Dread Titania from its soil — do this and regain your honor." Cursing and lamenting this tragedy, the warrior fled from those high halls like a writhing beast, a hurricane of torment and terror, and the people of his lord's kingdom wept and gnashed their teeth when they saw what had become of him who once stood by their king's side. The warrior passed then, from sight and mind, and his name was never again uttered in that ancient land. When the king's son was broken by the tool of his enemy and fell into darkness, his crown lost, he cursed his foe and the knights of his father, but saved his vilest rebuke for that great champion of his house and the darkness he had [TEXT DAMAGED] Addendum 6666.6: Remote Reconnaissance Log The following is a video transcript of an unmanned exploration attempt into the cavern below SCP-6666. The drone in question, a Foundation-issue 4.5kg Mk. VII octocopter, codenamed "Hero", had an eight-hour battery life and was capable of operating at distances of up to 23km. Hero was capable of operating autonomously outside of its control range using a modified artificially intelligent conscript module, or AIC, codenamed "Valor". The Valor module is not itself considered sentient, but is capable of base-level problem solving and crisis resolution, as well as more complex mission objectives. The Hero drone was also equipped with a small remote quadcopter, codenamed "Champion", for insertion into areas Hero could not access due to its considerable size. Project PARAGON South American Forward Operating Site Exploratory Vehicle Reconnaissance Log Mk. VII drone "Hero" rests on the Delta Tower observatory platform, prior to liftoff. Engineers perform a pre-flight inspection of Hero prior to the start of the mission. After a short period of time, Hero is given a green light and lifts off from the platform. Turning north, Hero approaches SCP-6666. As Hero's sensors fully come online, SCP-6666 is visible in center frame. As Hero closes on SCP-6666, a hull-mounted flood lamp activates. Hero continues approaching until SCP-6666 encompasses the entire frame, and then begins to ascend slightly. The distant sound of SCP-6666-A thrashing and roaring is audible over the din of Hero's rotors. After 20 minutes, SCP-6666-A comes into frame. The entity is trapped, halfway sunken into the flesh of SCP-6666. As it has done during every previous exploratory mission, SCP-6666-A ignores the drone completely, seemingly single-mindedly fixed on attempting to free itself from SCP-6666. Thick clouds of green smoke pour out from SCP-6666, which burn and blister SCP-6666-A's skin. The entity appears to be in immense pain, and continues to attack SCP-6666 with the long metallic spear fixed to its uppermost right arm. After thirty minutes of observation, Hero begins to descend away from SCP-6666-A and SCP-6666. Camera tilts to observe the ground below, which is far out of the range of observation tower spotlights and in total darkness. Night-vision cameras mounted on Hero return inconclusive footage. Hero activates several other hull mounted spotlights as it continues to descend. Reaching its intended elevation, Hero turns east towards the closest wall of the cavern and proceeds forward. After another 21 minutes of flight, Hero moves out of range of its controller, and the Valor module takes over control of the vehicle. Shortly thereafter, the north wall of the cavern comes into view. The surface consists mostly of rock and soil with the large, snaking roots of SCP-6666 covering considerable sections of the wall. Much of the wall is obscured by the green haze emanating from SCP-6666, but as Hero approaches the smoke is blown away and structures become visible in the darkness. Image taken from video captured by "Hero" remote drone. Immediately in front of Hero is a large stone structure in a significant state of ruin. Rubble and debris cover the ground around the main structure, and two large cylindrical stone ruins, believed to have once been towers, lie a short distance away. The layout of the debris and the condition of the structure indicate that at some point in the past, the entire building fell a considerable distance and then came to rest, though not at such a speed as would obliterate the stone walls themselves. Hero turns towards the center of the cavern, and as the smoke begins to dissipate in the immediate area additional structures appear. The ruins in the area around Hero are an unusual mix of buildings, monuments, equipment, and other items with no discernible single point of origin. Present are the ruins of a large stone religious structure bearing unusual symbolism on the exterior, long wooden row houses with thatched roofs, and strange fleshy membranes stretched tightly over large arched supports that appear to be bones. The ground is littered with scattered tools, cookware, carts, weapons, and papers. A light breeze picks up, and many of the items on the ground begin sliding down the rocky embankment towards the bottom of the cavern. Hero gains a small amount of altitude and follows the rocky slope further down. Below, broken and collapsed houses become visible, as do a crude storehouse and a collapsed grain mill. Despite the apparent age of much of the architecture, the ruins are in unusually good condition. Hero lowers itself enough to capture an image of a rolled piece of leather with words written in black ink on its exterior — the text has clearly not faded. The drone turns east and begins tracking further down the slope towards a more clear section of land. Hero's infrared camera comes online and turns back towards the wall of the cavern, where it is now clear that the entire wall and slope of the cavern is covered with tens of thousands of buildings, as far as the eye can see. Many of these structures, including a nearby large stone statue of a headless stag, are intertwined with the roots of SCP-6666 and are being slowly pulled, seemingly, into the earth itself. As Hero passes over numerous other buildings, it passes one crumbled house and a lifeform identifier alarm activates. Valor takes Hero down closer to the house and lands, launching the Champion light recon quadcopter to further investigate the space. Champion leaves Hero and enters the collapsed house, carefully avoiding the fallen debris. As Champion reaches the back of the building, which Hero could see through a partially collapsed roof, it observes the severely emaciated body of a small humanoid figure. The figure is curled into the fetal position, its face in its hand, and its entire body turned into the corner. Champion runs thermal and electrochemical scans on the figure, which is clad simply in a thin cloth dress, and determines the figure is fully deceased, showing no signs of life. Champion briefly assesses the remainder of the ruined building, and then leaves through the open roof. Instead of returning to Hero, Champion enters several other nearby structures to assess their interiors. In a building that appears to have at one point held draft animals, Champion discovers the likewise emaciated corpses of several horses, many of whom are covered in large puncture wounds. The faces of the animals, distorted as they are by the condition of their bodies, are very clearly twisted in a look of fear or panic. At the back of the structure is the body of a single canine — its nails and paws worn down nearly to the bone and desperate marks in the wooden cladding of the rear door to the structure. Champion leaves the structure and rejoins with Hero. Hero launches again and turns west, away from the rock wall of the cavern and in the direction of SCP-6666 — the lights of the observation towers almost entirely blocked by the cloud above and around Hero. The drone follows the slope of the cavern down passing numerous individual ruined structures, until it reaches a sharp line in the architectural wreckage where the ruins abruptly end. The rocky slope continues down, but no other structures are visible through the smog. Hero continues its approach, until another lifeform identifier alarm activates. Hero's primary camera narrows in on another, larger humanoid figure, sprawled on the rocky ground below. This figure is likewise emaciated, and appears to have been crawling up the slope when it perished. As Hero settles over the figure, and more of the smog is blown away by its rotors, additional alarms sound as Valor detects additional lifeforms. Hero's primary camera pans around, and sees dozens of other similar humanoid figures, face down on the slope and unmoving, but all appearing to have been attempting to crawl up it. As Hero moves over the additional corpses, further down the slope, the full extent of the number of bodies is revealed. While on-board counting completed by Valor is hampered by the extremely low lighting and thick fog, Hero observes many hundreds of thousands of emaciated humanoid corpses, all appearing to have been crawling away from something at the bottom of the slope. The corpses range in size from apparent children to full adults, with a mix of masculine and feminine features, as well as some animals and other indistinct lifeforms with both humanoid and animal characteristics. As Hero continues counting the corpses over the long, barren slope, Champion dismounts from its parent drone and approaches the figures. As it grows close, the condition of the bodies becomes clear; each is covered in a fine layer of pale green residue from the cloud, and each displays signs that the figures were crawling or running away from something behind them, with self-defense injuries inflicted on those around them in what was, seemingly, a desperate attempt to flee. The faces of all those visible show signs of shock and panic, though many lay on the ground in the fetal position, covering their faces with their hands. Champion returns to Hero, who has counted approximately 283,824 bodies in an area roughly 0.87km2. As Hero continues down the slope, the density of corpses increases until the drone reaches the cavern floor, at which point the number and density of bodies begins to thin out. Hero continues forward towards the center of the cavern, but is stopped by a proximity alarm. All external floodlights turn to face forward, where a line of towering dark trees, one-hundred meters tall, extend away from Hero in both directions roughly 14m in front of the drone. The underlayer of trees, though shorter and thinner than the larger bodies, create a dense and seemingly impenetrable layer of plant-life that Hero cannot enter. Champion once again launches from the back of Hero, rising slightly and carefully entering the forest. While Champion is itself equipped with powerful spotlights, the incredibly dense trees negate much of their usefulness. As Champion continues into the forest, Hero lands outside the treeline to conserve battery, which has fallen to 62%. As any dip below 55% would warrant an immediate return to base, Valor adjusts the mission plan to return to Delta Tower immediately after Champion finishes its reconnaissance. Image taken from video captured by "Champion" remote drone. After three minutes navigating the dense forest, Champion reports an instrument error. Although the drone has not performed any unusual course corrections, it now believes it is flying inverted and moving laterally to the south at a rapid rate of speed. The drone attempts to correct its pitch, but strikes a tree and falls. A loud, high pitched yowling sound is heard, and then Champion comes to rest. Although its instruments continue to function, its primary camera is destroyed in the impact. Champion begins to chime its recovery tone, which is heard by Hero's on-board microphone. Over the course of the following five minutes, Hero continues to collect data as Champion's recovery tone continues to chime. Five minutes and sixteen seconds after impacting the ground, Champion's recovery chime begins to grow increasingly faint, as if moving away from Hero. However, the drone's on-board sensors report no movement whatsoever. This continues for an additional eight minutes and forty-seven seconds, after which Champion's recovery chime can no longer be detected by Hero. Hero waits the predetermined thirty minutes for Champion's recovery. After the period elapses, with Champion now only reporting telemetry data, Hero begins to ascend again towards Delta tower. As Hero rises over 6km, it passes out of Champion's data relay range and the quadcopter is no longer detected. One hour and nine minutes later, after two brief stops to gather additional telemetry data, Hero lands on the platform at Delta Tower. Addendum 6666.7: PARAGON Leadership Meeting Transcript II The following is an excerpt from a recorded meeting of Project PARAGON Leadership held on May 2nd, 2019. Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: PARAGON Director Shannon Lancaster Foundation Technology Director Kain Pathos Crow Dept. of Antediluvian Research Director Coryn Malthus SCP-6666 Lead Researcher Dr. Osmon Iles Hēt-1 Commander Cecilia Aestrei Also In-Attendance Remotely Toby Mills - PARAGON Admin Rodney Gutierrez - PARAGON Admin Corey Peters - PARAGON Admin Josef Wahl - PARAGON Admin Lindsey Frazier - PARAGON Admin Hiroko Ledoux - PARAGON Financial Janice Mendez - PARAGON Financial Earl Mccarthy - PARAGON Logistics Zhao Qingzhao - PARAGON Scientific Dr. Brent Grant - PARAGON Scientific Dominga Rainey - PARAGON Research Len Rosser - PARAGON Research Dr. Megan Wiles - Western Regional Command Administration Dr. Jean Van Blank - Western Regional Command Administration Ilene Torre - Western Regional Command Administration Asst. Director Xu Xiaoling - Technology Dr. Cameron St. Pierre - Ethics Committee Liaison Dr. Loman Hall - Ethics Committee Dr. Jin Zhen - Ethics Committee Dr. Patricia Dane - Ethics Committee Dr. Sam Olawe - Ethics Committee Dr. John German - Ethics Committee Dir. Karlyle Aktus - Classification Committee Quinton Paige - Overseer Council Liaison O5-1 O5-3 O5-12 Department of Antediluvian Research Director Coryn Malthus Dir. Lancaster: Good morning everyone, thanks for coming all the way out here. Dr. Crow, thank you for making the trip. Dir. Pathos Crow: Of course, I appreciate the invitation. Dir. Lancaster: Alright then, Dr. Malthus, I yield the floor. Dir. Malthus: Thank you, Director Lancaster, and thank you ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed persons of Project PARAGON and the greater Foundation staff, for joining us. If you do not know me, my name is Coryn Malthus, and I'm the Director of the Foundation's newest oldest department (pauses for laughter) the Department of Antediluvian Research. We are historians, collectors of information that has long since been buried by the sands of time, and we have made it our goal to catalog and identify as much of this history as we can, before it's too far gone. Dir. Malthus gestures to the projector screen, where a list of dates is shown. Dir. Malthus: Despite what you might have been taught, it is now understood that while modern human history has been ongoing for just the last three-hundred thousand years, the true story of our history extends for many, many hundreds of thousands of years before that, if not further. What occurred three-hundred thousand years ago was a great migration of our ancestors from Africa and the fertile crescent, where they had settled after the recession of the floodwaters. Dir. Malthus: Floodwaters? — you're probably asking yourself right now, did he say floodwaters? As many of you have already picked up on by now, the "diluvian" bit of "antediluvian" does indeed refer to the Great Flood, a worldwide anomalous natural disaster that is believed to have occurred sometime between four and five-hundred thousand years ago, which devastated any extant societies that existed at the time and created a massive upheaval in the natural order of dominance on this planet. Most evidence of the places, events and persons we study in the DoAR was lost during this event, which itself is believed to have lasted for a hundred years or more. Those who did not race to high ground or build themselves a suitable vessel were, as expected, washed away when the waters fell, as was any history of them ever existing at all. Dir. Malthus: However, our research goes back even further than that — back to the very beginning of the world itself. SCP-4840 — the Flying City of Audapaupadopolis — is a broken fragment of the first city ever built on this planet, millions and millions of years ago. A proto-human known as "Asem" was said to be its first king, and mankind as a whole was born there. Those early humans — which we would call "Eternals" now, though whether or not they are really eternal is a subject of some debate — were structurally similar to you and I now, albeit different in many critical ways, moreso than just their lifespans. SCP-073 and SCP-076, for example, are two of these early humans, who have persisted in their own way for many, many millions of years. Dir. Malthus: But wait, you might be thinking, what happened before that? The short answer is, we don't know. Human beings are the only creatures on this planet that have a written record of their history that we can translate over long periods of time, so anything else that existed at the time is lost to us, in one way or another. But there were other beings in existence back then, and this is when I need to tell you to take my hand and step blindly off the cliff, because we need to have a discussion about gods. Yes, gods exist — if working for the Foundation had not yet convinced you of this, trust my words now. They exist, and they are powerful, and their actions are felt in our daily lives even now. Ah, yes — Ms. Torre, you have a question? Ilene Torre: Thank you Doctor. When you say "gods", what kind of entity are you referring to specifically? Dir. Malthus: A great question. There are a number of entities of great power that would be considered "god-like" by most peoples, but the entities we are referring to are of a more fundamental variety. (Pauses to adjust slide) So, of the gods who resided in Audapaupadopolis back in those ancient days, we know of a couple — thanks in no small part to SCP-4840-A, himself one of the Eternals. We know of Mekhane, the "god who was broken" and whose remnants are now the subject of worship by Bumaro's church. We also know of Yaldabaoth, revered above all by the Daevites and now whose power is siphoned by the Sarkist cults. Both of these gods are connected in ancient texts to mankind — however, there were also other beings alive at the same time as us, who predate humanity by untold millions of years. Those were the fae, the fair folk, the faeries, the queer peoples. They are like us insomuch that they are sentient, humanoid entities generally, but beyond that they could not be more different than we are. But they also worshipped gods, most of which you've probably never heard of - a god of night, a god of day, a god of sunrise and sunsets, and Gaia - the goddess of the Earth itself. But above all else they worshipped the goddess of starlight and wishes, Iýa. Dir. Malthus: Now Iýa, in ancient legend, was a goddess who walked over the canopies of the faeries' great forests and granted their wishes, and who would sing to them in the twilight of the world. She was the "fairest" of the faerie gods, and the one they loved the most. Most depictions of Iýa, who was later called Titania by the first men to encounter the faeries, are of a being much like a faerie herself, but some others depict her as a star, or as a beam of moonlight, and even others depict her as a sort of mother tree in the heart of the faeries' dark forest. Dir. Malthus: That leads us to where we are now. We believe the dead tree hanging upside down in the cavern below us is, or at least was, the faerie goddess Titania. Samples taken from the artifact at the heart of SCP-2932, while still inconclusive, share undeniable similarities with SCP-6666, and SCP-2932-A seems confident that the artifact originates from the same goddess that was worshipped by the faeries. Without bringing one of the Eshu entities here to confirm it with their own eyes there's no way to be absolutely certain, and truthfully our research has shown that they are cagey at best in discussing the goddess at all, but we still feel some assuredness that we know what we're dealing with here. Yes, Mr. Gutierrez? Rodney Guttierez: Are we assuming that this tree goddess is herself now dead, as well? Dr. Iles: That is what we believe, yes. Dr. Van Blank: Do we know what caused this? Dir. Malthus: Only speculation at this point, I'm afraid. The removal of the SCP-2932 artifact from within SCP-6666 could have certainly done it, though we have reason to believe that the artifact was removed after SCP-6666 was already dead. Hiroko Ledoux: But the entity is still mobile, correct? Your fire teams have had to burn back new growth? Hēt-1 Cmdr. Aestrei: Correct. Dir. Malthus: We have some speculation for why that is as well, but suffice to say that the tree is the corpse of a god — any traditional understanding of what it is and is not capable of doing should be taken with a grain of salt. Dir. Aktus: And the entity inside of SCP-6666, the humanoid creature, what do we know about its origin? Dir. Malthus: Yes, good, we were going to go there next. Dr. Iles, if you would. Dr. Iles: Thank you, Director. The entity in the tree is believed to be one of four ancient, powerful entities we've taken to calling the "Primeval Demons". Prior to the Great Flood there were numerous human civilizations over the span of tens of thousands of years, but the longest lasting of these was called the "Sky Kings of Apollyon". Using information gathered during investigation of the SCP-4812 entities, we came to learn that the four entities were warriors who lived in that kingdom at the same time, and were each affected by an unknown thaumatological event near the collapse of that civilization that altered their nature and turned them into the creatures we see today. The four of them — La Hire, Lancelot, Hector and Ogier — were such important figures in the history of those early people that their names survived over thousands of years and were eventually worked into more modern folklore. Dir. Malthus: Since the discovery of SCP-4840-B, we've been assisting Director Lancaster and Project PARAGON with the study and containment of these entities. The Foundation has had SCP-2254, the Demon La Hire, contained for some time without knowing what it was. As usual, information gathered from SCP-4840 illuminated us to a lot of things, including the origin of 2254 and 4840-B, the Demon Lancelot. Each of them, according to the old texts, was afflicted by a different curse placed on them by a faerie princess - lust for La Hire, wrath for Lancelot, despair for Ogier, and for our friend Hector - agony. Dir. Lancaster: The reason we founded Project PARAGON was to mitigate the effects of these emerging entities. The Global Occult Coalition opened an ancient tomb in 2002 that we believe contained… an entity, somehow related to the curses placed on the four demons which themselves are related to the three SCP-4812 entities. All of them are connected to the same event, described in the text as the desecration of a fae princess. If I'm not mistaken, and Dir. Malthus can back me up here, we believe that the EROS entity that the Coalition found in that tomb is the same fae princess that created SCP-4812, SCP-2254, SCP-4840-B, SCP-6666-A, and the last undiscovered demon, Ogier. Dir. Malthus: That is correct. O5-1: So what is our next move? Dir. Malthus: Glad you asked, Overseer. Beneath SCP-6666 is a large forest that we believe contains ruins of antediluvian origin that were pulled into the cavern by SCP-6666. There's a potential treasure trove of information down there, preserved by seemingly anomalous means, that could be unimaginably useful to our efforts going forward. Dir. Lancaster: Project PARAGON is working to mitigate the possible effects of the 4812 entities, as well as whatever damage could be caused by these four demons. It's been seventeen years since the GOC dug up EROS, and 4812-K has been getting more and more aggressive during that time. We have reason to believe things are building to a head, and the more data we have available, the more prepared we'll be to handle these threats. Dir. Malthus: So, what I'd like to do is propose a manned expedition into the forest. Our drones aren't capable of going through there, but an armed detail from Hēt-1, as well as several of our own researchers and support staff, should be able to make progress enough to confirm whether or not we'll find what we're looking for in there. O5-3: What are the limiting factors? Dir. Pathos Crow: The distance between the launch pad of Delta Tower and the floor of the void is over 35km. Currently our plan is to lower the team down by cable car. Our fastest models traveling at a safe speed, to move all the necessary personnel and equipment, can get the team to the landing site in just over six hours. The other issue is one of pressure — the air at the bottom of the cavern is very rich. We believe it's breathable, but the return trip will have to be a long one to avoid decompression sickness — just over 24 hours. Dr. Iles: The larger issue is the smog. SCP-6666 creates this particulate substance from out of that opening in its side, and the substance is an extremely potent neurotoxin. Short term exposure is a full shutdown of most neurological processes, and long term exposure is CNS depression and then death. Dir. Pathos Crow: Our insertion suits can filter the substance out of the air, but the concern is that even a slight exposure to the residue on the suits' exteriors during transport could be deadly, so we've devised a plan to mitigate the effects of this substance — at least in the short term. So- (Dir. Crow gestures to a new slide) we have a twofold plan in place to limit the danger. Two members of Hēt-1 will carry with them light flamethrowers to help with clearing a pathway, and with limiting the amount of this "pollen" in the air. We also- uh, we plan on putting a temporary foam seal here, over the open gash in SCP-6666. O5-12: How do you plan on accomplishing this? Dir. Pathos Crow: With help from our Foundation Plastics division we've developed a high density polyethylene foam that can be sprayed at range from any of our Mk. VII vehicles. It fully sets within a few minutes and once we've got the opening sealed up, we just wait twenty hours for the remaining dust in the air to settle and our teams can proceed as intended. This is actually what my team has been working on the past few months under Operation Cauterize. It shouldn't do any actual lasting harm to the anomaly itself, and will break down over a period of about five weeks, but the seal is rigid while in place. O5-1: Do you expect SCP-6666-A to give you any trouble? Hēt-1 Cmdr. Aestrei: Not especially. We can attempt a sedative if the entity attempts to interfere, and if that isn't sufficient we can bind the entity using cable launchers mounted on Charlie Tower. Dir. Pathos Crow: Realistically we just need to keep 6666-A occupied until the foam sets up. It's as hard as rock once it sets, and should mechanically seal itself into the rough opening. O5-1: Very good. Director Lancaster, please keep my office in the loop. I want to know the moment we have boots on the ground. Dir. Lancaster: Yes sir, of course. Dir. Malthus: We'll take questions here in a moment, but if nobody else has anything then I'll dismiss us all — I know Dir. Crow and Commander Aestrei have more preparations to get to. (Pauses) Very good, thank you all for your time, and we'll reconvene post operation. Addendum 6666.8: Staff Psychology Report Note: The following is a log compiled by staff psychologist Dr. Rich Arnold of PARAGON staff psychological complaints between January 2018 and May 2019. Name Date Symptoms Notes Simon Cantrell 13.2.2018 Anxiety, Depression Symptoms believed to have been brought on by workplace condition — subject is afraid of heights. Recommend moving to an alternate site. Ricardo Barros 24.3.2018 Depression Subject is generally unhappy about their extended assignment. Natália Bezerra 26.3.2018 Paranoia Subject reports feeling like she is being watched when working within the SCP-6666 cavern. Leonardo Neves 4.6.2018 Depression Subject reports general feeling of malaise. Sam Allison 13.7.2018 Anxiety Subject reports feeling generalized anxiety after awakening. Victor Cross 9.9.2018 Bad Dreams, Anxiety Subject reports generalized anxiety and bad dreams. Vivian Delgado 23.9.2018 Suicidal Thoughts Subject expresses general feelings of despair, referred to specialist. César Lourenço 2.10.2018 Depression, Bad Dreams Subject reports general depression, unsettling dreams. Antonio Ruis 14.11.2018 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports bad dreams. Benício Chaves 18.11.2018 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports vivid dream of a monster killing his mother. Janice de Campos 28.11.2018 Anxiety Subject reports general feeling of unease after awakening. Kléber Antunes 28.12.2018 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein a monster with six eyes kills his daughter. Antonio Cordeiro 3.1.2019 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein a monster with six eyes kills his wife. Anita Wells 4.1.2019 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein a monster with six eyes kills her brother. Paloma Meireles 15.1.2019 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein a monster with six eyes kills her daughter. Geraldo Hamamura 23.1.2019 Fear, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein a monster with six eyes kills him. Lee Winslow 3.2.2019 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein a monster with six eyes kills his son. Arnoldo Esteves 12.2.2019 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein they are trying to scream but cannot. Daniel de Assunção 15.3.2019 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein a monster with six eyes kills every human at SAFOS. Kyle Williamson 23.3.2019 Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports a vivid dream wherein a monster with six eyes devours them. Lucas Oliveira 28.4.2019 Panic, Anxiety, Bad Dreams Subject reports feeling extreme unease at all times while on assignment, and reports experiencing multiple vivid dreams wherein a monster with six eyes consumes his family. Augusto Braga 3.5.2019 Panic, Bad Dreams Subject reports feeling extreme panic, shows signs of self-inflicted injury, and reports vivid dreams wherein a monster with six eyes is eating their heart. Diego da Costa 11.5.2019 Panic, Bad Dreams, Suicidal Thoughts Subject reports generalized overwhelming panic, has made recent attempts on their own life, and reports vivid dreams wherein they are trapped in a hole while a monster with six eyes devours their mother. Addendum 6666.9: Operation Cauterize After Action Report 24/5/2019 11:45:54 AMT — Mk. VII drones "Ulysses", "Hero", and "Astor" are fitted with 45kg each of high density polypropylene spray foam. 24/5/2019 12:00:04 AMT — Ulysses, Hero and Astor depart Delta Tower en route to SCP-6666. 24/5/2019 12:16:21 AMT — Drones arrive at SCP-6666. 24/5/2019 12:23:55 AMT — Drones report in-position at the opening in SCP-6666. SCP-6666-A showing no sign of unusual behaviour. 24/5/2019 12:26:42 AMT — Drones begin spraying foam over the opening in SCP-6666. No unusual activity detected. 24/5/2019 12:27:52 AMT — SCP-6666-A turns to face Ulysses drone. Drone is instructed to strafe SCP-6666-A to confirm recognition. 24/5/2019 12:28:15 AMT — SCP-6666-A follows Ulysses drone with its eyes. 24/5/2019 12:30:49 AMT — First application of foam begins to set. 24/5/2019 12:31:03 AMT — SCP-6666-A touches the now-hardened foam. After a few moments, the entity begins to attempt to pull the foam away from its body. 24/5/2019 12:32:00 AMT — Hēt-1 authorized to attempt tranquilization. Ulysses drone fires three tranquilizer darts into the chest of SCP-6666-A. 24/5/2019 12:32:01 AMT — SCP-6666-A destroys Ulysses drone with its spear before the drone can react. Hero and Astor drones pull back to a safe distance. 24/5/2019 12:32:15 AMT — SCP-6666-A resumes attempting to remove the foam around its waist. 24/5/2019 12:32:52 AMT — Hēt-1 launches three steel cable bolts from Charlie Tower. The first bolt strikes SCP-6666-A's spear arm and wraps it to the entity's body. The second and third bolts strike flush on the side of the entity, pinning it to SCP-6666. 24/5/2019 12:33:12 AMT — SCP-6666-A begins pulling against its restraints. The cable is noted as beginning to buckle. 24/5/2019 12:33:21 AMT — The second cable bolt snaps, narrowly missing the Astor drone. 24/5/2019 12:33:44 AMT — Hēt-1 team launches a 3" kevlar guy line at SCP-6666-A. 24/5/2019 12:33:48 AMT — The kevlar guy line strikes SCP-6666-A, pinning the entity fully to SCP-6666. SCP-6666-A continues to try and grab at the cable with its two smaller arms. 24/5/2019 12:34:12 AMT — Hēt-1 launches two more steel cable bolts. The first strike SCP-6666-A's middle arm, pinning it to its side. The second catches SCP-6666-A in the groove between its middle and lower arm, anchoring the entity sideways against SCP-6666. 24/5/2019 12:35:05 AMT — Astor and Hero drones reapproach SCP-6666. SCP-6666-A struggles against its restraints, but is incapable of moving. SCP-6666-A vocalizes loudly but does not move. 24/5/2019 12:35:36 AMT — Astor and Hero continue applying spray foam to SCP-6666. Periodically, both drones return to Charlie Tower to swap canisters out as they are consumed. 24/5/2019 12:52:58 AMT — Astor and Hero both confirm their final canisters have been depleted. The opening in SCP-6666's side is considered fully covered. Nearby surveillance drones report a full cessation of the smoke exhuding from the opening. 24/5/2019 12:53:12 AMT — Astor and Hero depart for Delta Tower. 24/5/2019 13:06:54 AMT — Astor and Hero arrive at Delta Tower. Addendum 6666.10: SCP-343 Interview The following is the transcript of an interview conducted by Foundation Senior Staff Dr. Alto Clef and SCP-343. Dr. Clef was approved to perform the interview due to his natural resistance against anomalous alterations. SCP-343 original file photo. SCP-343: Ah, yes. Young Alto, my child. Come in, please. Have a seat! Or should I make a seat for you? SCP-343 manifests a chair next to Dr. Clef, who remains standing. Dr. Clef: No thanks. Look, we both know I'm only here because we need to make sure you don't try to fuck around with this interview. I hate doing these so I'm going to need you to be straight with me because I don't want to be here all day. SCP-343: Come now, Alto. I've always enjoyed our chats. Dr. Clef: I haven't. Anyway, we've learned a couple of interesting new things about you recently. SCP-343: (Laughs) Well, who can truly say to know the mystery of God's nature? Dr. Clef: I know your age, first of all, which is- SCP-343: Ageless as the universe. Dr. Clef: -not that, and I know your name. You're Methuselah the Arcanist? Royal Vizier of the ancient House of Malidraug? SCP-343: I- (pauses) -excuse me? Dr. Clef: It's a pretty easy question, just yes or- SCP-343: I don't, what? How do you know about that? Dr. Clef: Cain gave you away. Said if he'd known you were living here he would've warned us ages ago. Also said you were a legendary con-man and grifter, with delusions of grandeur. SCP-343: I mean, delusions feels like a little much. God dammit, Cain. Cain the Wanderer. Plainswalker. Bastard. Dr. Clef: So is that a yes or no? SCP-343: Ah, I mean… yes, I suppose, but I have not gone by that name in… Christ, in a long, long time. Honestly, I'm kind of annoyed he even knew who I was — I worked very hard to try and keep my distance from him and his ilk. Dusty old creeps from the old eons of time who should've done us all a good favor and died when the first man did. Dr. Clef: Where are you from, then? SCP-343: Look, I… alright, fine. I'll cooperate, but know this! Even my great mind is not infallible, dear Alto. Cain can remember all things, but I uh — I can't, not quite in the same way. I have stored some memories away, though, and these may be… may be useful to you, in some way. Dr. Clef: Where are you from. SCP-343: Goodness, calm down. Ok, where am I from. It's funny, you know, how things repeat themselves. The world was a more magical place back then but for all that arcane energy everything looked the same as it does now. Not now as in this minute, but now as in these last few millennia. I was born a long time ago, in a place that has not existed since the seas rose. My name was Matthew, or rather… do you know what the first languages were? Dr. Clef: Egyptian? SCP-343: Ah, you'd think so, but you'd be wrong. They were Canaanite languages — literally named after Cain, that scoundrel, since he was probably the first person to ever write something down. We didn't have a little of distinctions for it back then, but it was similar to Phoenician, or at least, the alphabet was similar. We just called it "the Cainan tongue". Anyway, my name was Matthew, and my mother's name was Myra. My father was… actually, I don't know if I remember his name. (Pauses) Peculiar. He was a royal official for the King in the Valley, 𐤀𐤋𐤌 - Ulem. I grew up in the court of that house. (Laughs) Funny how fast that came back. Do you know how long it has been since I spoke in Cain's tongue? How strange. Dr. Clef: What was the House of Apollyon? SCP-343: Ah, they were the Sky Kings. Styled themselves the mightiest and most ancient kingdom of men. People would tell stories about how King Apollyon had stolen some great treasure from the court of the gods, and it gave him dominion over the kingdoms. I don't know how much truth there was to it, but that's what people said. Dr. Clef: What happened to them? SCP-343: House Apollyon? Oh, well… that's hard to say, I think. They were the greatest power in the world, right up until the moment they… weren't. There was a campaign, I think… Apollyon would call young men to serve in his armies and all the great houses would have to answer, you know, and I distinctly remember there being some kind of campaign. Then… the king died, or was killed, and his son died too, I think… let me think for a moment. Pauses. SCP-343: Oh, yes, I'm sorry. I remember best in parable, I think. This is the story of the four knights. Three betrayed him, one loved him and went to his doom trying to please him. What were their names? Pauses. SCP-343: I can't say I would know how they would translate, but it was lehire, lancelt, ejier and hekter, if I'm not mistaken. The first three were the betrayers, and the last one was the knight he loved. Something like that. I think there was a curse, as well. Regardless, as for what happened to them I don't know. One day their messages stopped coming, and the next day there was smoke over the mountains of Apollyona. You would get bits and pieces over time from travelers, talking about a monster with many faces and a creature that killed any who looked at it. Pauses. Dr. Clef: What is it? SCP-343: Just, talking about it now, there are things that come back. I couldn't have been… god, maybe a boy, a young man even. There was this… how do you even describe it, this roiling horror, a demon with six eyes — the size of a mountain. Crashing and screaming and dragging its way to the north, away from the sea. Horrible to look at. I remember a man telling me that the monster was a creature of the old world, something queer in origin. I didn't know what that meant then, but the timing was right, I think. It would have had to come from Apollyona. It had these horrible steel chains all over its arms, I think, and… yes. Certainly some doom came to Apollyon, though the nature of it escapes me now. Dr. Clef: Alright. What do you know about the Children of the Night, then? Silence. Dr. Clef: Jesus, are you alright? SCP-343: I… Dr. Clef: Hey control, can we get medical or- SCP-343: No, no no, I'm sorry. I'm fine. I… they called them that. The faeries called them that, I mean. Made it more palatable, maybe, whatever blasphemy they had to commit to conjure them up. (Pauses) I'm sorry, Alto, I… it's been such a long time. There is a lot I've forgotten, over the years. I don't think I really considered that when I put that blood in me to- to prolong my life, you know, (nervous laughter) but you do forget things, for better or worse, but… I can't… I can't forget that. I can't forget them. Dr. Clef: What were they? SCP-343: They… I was a young wizard at the time, no more than sixty or seventy years old, in the early years of my life. I had left Ulem years prior after my mother took ill and passed, and traveled to the desert to study under the sorceror Relivine of the Daeva, in Malidraug. We were so far from the sea, I don't think anyone ever expected… Dr. Clef: What happened? SCP-343: I do not… truly know why they exist. There were stories — there are always stories. People would talk about how a faerie king prayed for a knight to save him from a dragon, and the knight was a man without a soul, or something. We knew about the faeries, even if most people had never seen one before. They lived across the sea, and there was this… this white city on the coast, I can't remember the name, but you could go there and on starry nights the faeries would come and you could trade with them. But the Interlopers… they lived with the faeries, in the woods beyond the sea — or that's what the stories said. They were a fairy tale monster, Alto, like a boogeyman or a ghoul. Something that mothers would warn their children about at night. Something you'd think of anytime you heard something shuffling around in the dark. A horror lost over time. Pauses. SCP-343: I remember the first time we laid eyes on them. It was on a summer night, and there was a dune that rose high above our citadel to the west. You could see them from all that distance - they were these massive things, taller by far than any man, covered in black and grey matted hair, all over their bodies. They were like… like if someone described a man to you, but they had never really seen a man themselves. Their eyes glowed in the dark, and they just… stood there, shoulder to shoulder, maybe fifty of them in a row. We tried to approach them and communicate, but they just stared at us. They made this… this horrible noise, like a child giggling, this half-chattering inhuman laughter, and they would sing these… these eerie songs, in high pitched voices. My master was the High Magistrate, an extremely powerful figure in his own right, and he went out to disperse them, and they… Dr. Clef: What did they do? SCP-343: They just… they pulled him apart. Like he was a toy, they just grabbed him, slowly, and they weren't… they weren't affected by his magic at all. They just started pulling on him, and laughing, and they pulled him apart. Now, this is where I decided to flee, but you couldn't run from them, either. They were faster than any man, and stronger than any man. They couldn't be pierced with a spear, they weren't bothered by arcana. They seemed to dislike fire but they weren't harmed by it. They rounded us all up and bound us in these black chains, and then they dragged us back to their ships on the coast. I… I only survived by laying over the body of an old farmer, who begged and cried for three days straight. By the time we arrived he had gone still, and when I flipped him over everything left inside him fell out — the earth had reduced him by half, like pine against sandpaper. Silence. SCP-343: They took us onto their long ships, and there were so many of us we couldn't even lay down. After the first week things were better — enough people had died and fallen that there was room enough to sit down on top of them. The Interlopers didn't seem to know what to feed us - we got raw meat and sea water, which I was able to at least make potable. After a month we arrived on the shores of the old forest of the faeries, but it was different than what you'd hear in the stories. They dragged us by our chains, living and dead, into the darkness and we… I… Silence. SCP-343: All I remember was how dark it was, and how you could always feel their rotten hair brushing up against you, like they were right on top of you, watching. You'd feel one of them brush by, silently in the dark, and wonder if it was your turn. They hung our chains up in the trees, and they would come by and pull a person off their manacle, like picking a ripe apple, and then they would just… play with you. They'd poke a man so hard their fingers would go straight through you, or squeeze someone so hard their eyes would come out of their faces. There was a… god… a woman, I remember now, who was pregnant — survived on the ship by eating her own dead mother, and she… they pulled her down and started doing their work, and then they… they just pulled her in half. Alto, it was like opening a bag of chips for them, it was… it was nothing, they'd barely react, just make their horrible little laugh and play in the blood. They pulled her… and just crushed it… They… Silence. SCP-343: They never slept. Ever. You could try to sleep, but they'd be there watching you, eyes glued to you, and when you slept… it was worse. They were limited by reality in what they could do to you while you were awake, but they were in our dreams. After a while, we… we decided that's how they communicated. They talked to each other in nightmares, and that's why they kept us there, so we would have their nightmares and they could talk. They recorded their whole history in those nightmares, where you could see… we'd always see this, this one where there was this woman, a faerie, and all these other smaller faeries around her, and then you turn around and see a line of Interlopers that stretched out as far as you could see, just watching her. They always felt so… miserable, and sad, and you never really felt like they hated you, just that they didn't think like we did. Dr. Clef: How did you escape? SCP-343: Escape? Hah. Nobody escaped. You escaped when you died, and if you died they'd take your body to their… their god, and they'd throw you in a pit. We said, we… we said that when you went into the pit, you became part of the nightmare. Sometimes, while we slept, we would see the faces of our friends — but their faces were always twisted into these… these grim mockeries of what they had been. But the eyes — the eyes, Alto, you could see them in there. Behind the mask of delusion they were afraid. (Pauses) We weren't alone, though. There were others there, faeries of that forest who were bound in the same black iron as we were. They were broken, in some way — I can't quite remember how, but there was something about them you couldn't say, or that would catch in the mouth. They were all shellshocked, you know, they didn't… they weren't built for this sort of thing. I mean, neither were we, but there were those among us who were making plans, hatching schemes. Those who wanted to leave the nightmare, you know? But the faeries, they were just broken. Pauses. SCP-343: But… we did escape, I suppose. There was this sorceror, Noah, from the old House of Lament. He really put it all together. The Interlopers, they needed us — they had to create horror for us, because their whole culture relied on it. They couldn't even so much as speak to each other without our nightmares. Old Noah always said he had a plan, that he was going to get us out of there, and… well, then he disappeared. We thought he had been taken by the Interlopers, dragged off to meet a cruel end, but… then one day, the sun peeked through the treetops, and all the flowers bloomed at the same time, everywhere. Pauses. The next day it rained, and the day after that as well. It kept raining for a week, then a month, and by the time we finally found old Noah his body was just a smoking husk, covered in arcane symbols and fully spent. But it kept raining, and the valleys started to fill up. I remember the first time we, the first time we saw one of them die… the bastard slipped into a pit that had started to flood, and while those in the pit just swam away as the waters rose, the interloper just stood there, flat footed at the bottom of the pit. He didn't float, he just watched the waters rise. The other interlopers gathered around and just stared down at him, singing their songs and chattering, but we realized then that… they they couldn't hear him, because none of us were sleeping, and he just… well, he thrashed around for a bit at the end, but he never came out of the pit, and the waters kept rising. Dr. Clef: How'd you get away? SCP-343: Near the end, when the sea started to come up over the shoreline, they started rounding a bunch of us up - millions, maybe, from all over the forest, and dragging them deeper into the woods. That's where their god was. But they got sloppy, or… or maybe they didn't notice, and we managed to sneak away. We didn't go alone — the faeries, the ones who still had their wits about them, came with us. We ran for the mountains to the south, and we had to… the path we took, we could see the forest for miles, once we got over the treeline, you could just see out forever, it felt like, and that's when we saw it. Dr. Clef: What was it? SCP-343: Their dread god, Alto. Monstrous, festering, bloated like a corpse in the sun. It was so dark then, the sky was just black clouds and rain, but you could still see it. Red lights around its base, and people hanging on its limbs. The faeries, the ones who were with us, there were a few who — when they saw it — started weeping, and fled back into the forest. You could hear it, too — moaning and grinding and screaming. But the rest of us kept running, and one day the world was underwater. We lived on that mountain for a hundred years, if I had to wager, and by the time the waters receded the world was changed. The interlopers were gone, the faeries had retreated back to the old forest, and the rest of us just… went on with our lives. Pauses. SCP-343: Alto, I need to be gravely serious with you for a moment. I realize now that by asking this of me, you no doubt have reason to see these inquiries answered. It has long been my… my hope and… my belief, that the Interlopers drowned at the bottom of the Great Flood, along with all those miserable poor people strung up in on their corpse god. But if you… if you find evidence that this is not true… that perhaps they… that they survived… Alto… I cannot do it again. Not after all this time. If it comes to it, I will… I will go away from here. I need you to tell me truthfully. Please, Alto. I need to know. I can't do it again. I can't go back into the dark. Dr. Clef: Don't worry, we don't have any reason to believe that. SCP-343: I wish I could trust you here, Alto, but I see the lie in your eyes — I don't need to bend reality to see it. Please, listen to me — you must not seek out these creatures. If you see them, you must flee, and know that even your flight might not be enough. Their civilization relies on our terror, Alto. Do you understand this? If they have been buried, they must remain buried. Please, please understand me. They must remain buried. Addendum 6666.11: Exploration Log The following is the transcript of video and audio collected during an exploratory venture into the forest at the bottom of the cavern containing SCP-6666. Transit to the floor of the cavern was conducted by lowering a modified habitation module the full 34km distance from the deck of Alpha Tower to the entry site, roughly 1.2km from the entrance to the forest. Exploratory team members were fitted with Class C poly-shell positively pressured insertion suits with filtered respirators. On-board air monitoring systems were fitted to each suit, and a reserve tank of emergency oxygen was available in the event that the system reported a dangerous level of the SCP-6666 neurotoxin. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 5/26/2019 Support Team: Mobile Task Force Hēt-1 "Lance of Longinus" Subject: SCP-6666 Team Lead: 1-𐤇 Cmdr. Aestrei Fire Team: 1-𐤇 Carrier / 1-𐤇 Horizon / 1-𐤇 Triple / 1-𐤇 Pressure / 1-𐤇 Glass Research Team: Dr. Bishop, Dr. Moore, Dr. Gutierrez, Dr. Xi N/A [BEGIN LOG] 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Comms coming online. (Pauses) Control, do you read me? SAFOS Control: We read you Commander. Your video is coming online now. Video feed comes online. 1-𐤇 Commander Aestrei is standing near the edge of the forest next to 1-𐤇 Carrier, Horizon, Triple, Pressure and Glass. Supervising Dr. Bishop and her team, Drs. Moore, Gutierrez, and Xi stand nearby. SAFOS Control: Commander we see you clearly. Signal is good. Can we get a signal test on everyone else? 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Yep. Let's run through it. 1-𐤇 Horizon: Horizon, check. 1-𐤇 Glass: Glass, check. 1-𐤇 Carrier: Carrier, check. 1-𐤇 Pressure: Pressure, check. 1-𐤇 Triple: Triple, check. Bishop: This is Bishop, check. Gutierrez: Gutierrez, uh, check. SAFOS Control: Gutierrez, come again. Gutierrez: Check, Control. This is Gutierrez. SAFOS Control: We read you, over. Xi: Xi, check check. SAFOS Control: Copy, you all sound good. Confirm position? 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Roughly one klick from the elevator, two-hundred meters or so from the tree line. SAFOS Control: Copy that Commander. Can you confirm air quality? 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Glass. 1-𐤇 Glass: Reading at between 2.3 and 6.1 ppm at our current location, Control. SAFOS Control: Copy that Glass — we're seeing the same thing. Team, be advised that we are unsure how accurately we will be able to track you in the forest — our cameras have a hard time reading heat through the trees, so if you need ballistic support don't hesitate to pop flares or light up the foliage. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Copy that Control, don't need to give them any ideas. The boys look a little too keen with the flamethrowers. 1-𐤇 Carrier: Disregard that, Control, we're all good here, ready to turn on the lights at first sign of trouble. SAFOS Control: Understood Commander, try to keep a leash on them. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Copy that as well, Control. (Pauses) Ok, I think we're ready. Everyone ready? (Pauses) Alright. Let's move. The team approaches the wall of the forest. 1-𐤇 Aestrei gestures towards the scouted insertion point, and the team enters the forest. The interior of the forest is exceedingly dark, moreso than the cavern interior itself due to the light from the observatory tower flood lamps and sunlight that enters through the access shaft. While there is some clearing by which the team can maneuver, the majority of the space within the forest is covered in thick, dark foliage. 1-𐤇 Pressure: So what do you think we'll find in here, Dr. Bishop? Bishop: It's hard to say. There are really a thousand different things we could find that Dr. Malthus would consider valuable to our research. So much has gotten pulled down here, either by the Wormwoods or the tree itself, really anything we can gather and translate would be beneficial. 1-𐤇 Carrier: I heard someone else mention that before too — Wormwoods. What's a Wormwood? Bishop: It's a — actually, Xi, you were on that team, weren't you? Xi: Yes, I was. It was my assignment before last. The Wormwoods are… well, it's a Daevite weapon, first off. The Daevites are another race of antediluvians, but different than the Sky Kings or the Zha Zhateri — they were blood magicians. At some point in their history, they learned that the Children of the Night had a weapon that they could use to pull entire civilizations into the ground. The Daeva wanted this for themselves, think of it as the equivalent of a primordial atomic bomb, and so they came across the sea to these… huh. It probably was this forest, wasn't it? Bishop: Was just thinking the same thing. Xi: Anyway, a hundred thousand Daeva die, but they manage to acquire these seeds. You plant one beneath the ground of your enemy, and as it grows in secret it displaces the earth beneath them until one day they are swallowed up and destroyed. The Daeva further enchanted them with their own sorcery — once a place goes into the earth, people immediately forget it ever existed. 1-𐤇 Carrier: And the seeds came from the big tree. Xi: That's the belief, yeah. It doesn't produce much of anything now, except roots, but it's fair to say that there are probably more of those seeds here, somewhere. 1-𐤇 Triple: I wonder why they were so intent on dragging so much stuff down here. Moore: Well… 073 says the Children of the Night were created to kill the first man. Maybe they just didn't know how to do anything else? 1-𐤇 Horizon: That's pretty fucked. Team continues through the forest for another two hours. Extraneous dialogue removed. SAFOS Control: Commander Aestrei, be advised — we're having some trouble with our geolocation currently and our pings coming from you are getting more sporadic. We think this is a technical issue, but until further advised we do not have a consistent way to track your location. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Copy that Control, let me know if you want us to stay put. SAFOS Control: You're cleared to proceed, Commander. Just alert us if anything changes. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Copy that. One hour of extraneous dialogue removed. Gutierrez: It's so quiet in here. 1-𐤇 Pressure: Yeah. Moore: Usually with a forest, you'd think there'd be birds or bugs, or… anything. There's nothing. 1-𐤇 Triple: Look alive, straight ahead. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: I see it. The team approaches a tree at the back of a small clearing in front of them. Impaled through a low-hanging tree limb is a small, emaciated humanoid figure with long, pointed ear tips and large eye sockets. 1-𐤇 Carrier: What is that thing? Bishop: It's a faerie. Look— Dr. Bishop approaches the figure and wipes the toxic residue off of its head with her hand. Under the team's shoulder mounted torches, the hair on the figure's head is unmistakably silver. Xi: Bishop, look — there in the back. Bishop reaches towards the rear of the figure, where a small pouch is pinned between the figure and the tree. She works the pouch loose and pulls it away, revealing a small cloth sack. She opens it up and pulls out a small bundle of sticks and leaves. 1-𐤇 Glass: What's that? Bishop: I think it's… oh. It's a doll. 1-𐤇 Glass: Oh. Bishop: There's just… yeah. There are just toys in here. Little carved stones and trinkets. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Do we need to collect anything else? Bishop: Gutierrez, get some pictures of this. We uh, we don't need to stay here. We can keep going. Team continues on. One hour of extraneous dialogue removed. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Let's see about getting a location check. Control, do you read me? SAFOS Control: We copy, Commander. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Can you get me a location check? We should be beneath Alpha Tower currently by my estimate. SAFOS Control: Copy that, one moment. Silence. SAFOS Control: Commander Aestrei, advise that we still are experiencing technical issues currently and do not have a location ping on any member of your party. 1-𐤇 Pressure: That's not great. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Copy that, Control. We're going to set up here for now until you can get that sorted out. SAFOS Control: Copy. We'll keep you posted. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Roll out the HAB tent between those two trees, Pressure, Triple. Let's get the ionizers out and scrub the suits, we'll set up shop here for a bit and see if we can wait out the issues. Exploration team begins setting up their camp using the inflatable positive-pressure habitation tent (HAB) and air ionizers. Extraneous dialogue removed. After several hours of waiting, the team sets up watch shifts and begin to sleep. Time passes. Extraneous dialogue removed. 0351 hours local time. 1-𐤇 Horizon has the watch. Dr. Moore awakens abruptly with a scream. 1-𐤇 Horizon: What is it? What's wrong? Moore: I- I… I saw… (breathing heavily) 1-𐤇 Aestrei: (Awakening) What's going on? Moore: I'm sorry, I… (deep breath) I had a dream, just now. I swear — I swear it was real, it was just like sitting here now, only… Bishop: What did you see, Alister? Moore: There's a… there was a path into the woods, and I was walking down it, and I saw… I saw the faerie we found on that tree, and then another we missed in a ditch near it, and… I could see through the dark, just like it was daylight, but everything was this horrible red, and then I passed here, and saw the HAB… and then kept walking until I came to this… I don't know, this canopy, and in the middle of it was a hole, and I hear someone's voice saying "the devil is 20 miles down, but what's deeper?" I looked over the edge of the hole, and then I was falling, and then… but I swear to you, Bishop, it was no different than sitting with you here now — I can't explain it. Bishop: It's alright, you're alright. I wasn't sleeping easy either. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Control, this is Aestrei. Do you read me? SAFOS Control: We hear you Commander, go ahead. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Moore is experiencing some of the psychological effects detailed in Dr. Arnold's report, can you confirm any precautionary measures we need to be taking? SAFOS Control: Copy that Commander, one moment while we confer. Moore: Commander, I'm sorry, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about it. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: It's alright Doctor Moore, we don't want to take any chances. SAFOS Control: Commander Aestrei, we have reason to believe that any of the relevant psychological issues will become more prevalent the closer you get to the center of the forest. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Did we know about this ahead of time? I'm curious why I wasn't prepped on this earlier, Control. SAFOS Control: We cannot confirm that at this time, Commander. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Copy that, Control. If there's anything else I need to know, I'd like to hear about it sooner, please. SAFOS Control: Copy that, Commander. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Let's pack up. I don't want to waste any more time out here than we need to. Exploratory team collapses the HAB module and leaves the campsite towards the southwest. Two hours of extraneous dialogue removed. As the team continues through the forest, 1-𐤇 Triple signals to stop. 1-𐤇 Triple: Commander, look at this. Dr. Bishop, what do you think this is? 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Are those… stairs? 1-𐤇 Triple gestures towards a large nearby tree, where a staircase is clearly visible emerging from the trunk and spiraling upwards. Bishop: They are. 1-𐤇 Horizon: Am I imagining this, or do those look like they grew right out of the fucking thick of this thing? 1-𐤇 Glass: Commander, Dr. Bishop. Up there. 1-𐤇 Glass points up, and the rest of the team adjusts their spotlights skyward. In the canopy of the forest high above them strange, twisting structures are visible, appearing to have been formed from the wood and limbs of the trees. The shape of the structures is incongruous with the forest itself, as if they were a facsimile of the ruined buildings outside the forest manifested in the treetops. As the team continues to scan around them, Dr. Xi gestures for everyone to be silent. Xi: Shhhh… listen. Silence. 1-𐤇 Carrier: I hear it. What is that? Xi: Is it wind? 1-𐤇 Glass: There's no wind — it has to be something else. Where's it coming from? 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Over there. Follow me. The team proceeds through the forest, which becomes increasingly dense with buildings and strange, curving pathways through the trees that do not seem to have any logical ending. The sound of moving air becomes more and more apparent. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Control, this is Aestrei. Can we get a position check please? Silence. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Control, do you read me? Silence. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Glass, do we have a comms link? What's going on here? Gutierrez: There, over there, look. A clearing. Bishop: There's something in the center of it. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Come on. Glass, please, if you can- 1-𐤇 Glass: I'm working on it Commander, hang tight. The team follows Dr. Gutierrez' direction towards a gap in the dense trees. After a moment, they pass the gap and into a wide clearing. Moore: This is it. Oh my god. 1-𐤇 Pressure: What the fuck is this. The team exits into the clearing, which is a nearly perfect circle of open space covered in a low, thick grass. Arching overhead are trees, much larger than the surrounding forest, pulled in towards each other to create a massive dome in the forest. Hanging from the arched trees overhead are thousands of humanoid corpses, some clearly human and others resembling the figure the team had earlier found impaled on a tree limb. These figures all are shackled in some way to thick, black chains that have been latched to the top of the dome. The ground level of the clearing slopes downward, and at the bottom of the slope, roughly 110m in front of the team, is a large, featureless stone slab, measuring approximately 30m by 50m and 2m thick. Moore: This is… this is the clearing from my dream, but there was a hole there, not… that. 1-𐤇 Horizon: Oh, I don't like the look of this at all. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Tighten up, team. Bishop, is this what you were looking for? Bishop: I believe so, yes. Xi: You think this is Osmon's dark hole? Bishop: Yes. The answers we're looking for are down there. 1-𐤇 Pressure: That's great and all, but I have no clue how you intend to get underneath that thing. It's got to weigh six thousand tons. 1-𐤇 Glass: We don't need to, look over there. There's an opening. 1-𐤇 Glass motions to a section of the slab near the far corner, where a sizeable chunk of the slab is broken. The broken piece of the stone lays embedded a half meter in the grass nearby. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Let's go. The team approaches the broken section of the slab. 1-𐤇 Aestrei approaches the opening and looks down. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Pretty deep. Horizon, hand me a flare. 1-𐤇 Horizon pulls a flare from their pack and hands it to 1-𐤇 Aestrei, who lights it and drops it into the opening. It falls roughly 12m and lands on stone below. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Huh. Not that deep at all. Let's get a ladder set up here, brace it on this rock. 1-𐤇 Carrier: (Inspecting the broken stone) I mean, this piece alone has got to weigh two or three tons, right? How did this get over here? Gutierrez: That windy sound, do you hear it? It's coming from down there. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Yep, I hear it. Dr. Bishop, you're going to have about thirty minutes down here before I pull us out. Do you understand? We're down comms, we have at least six hours of hiking to get back to the elevator, and I don't want to stick around and wait for whatever opened this hole for us. Bishop: I understand, that's fine. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Alright. Carrier, Glass, you come with me. Horizon, Pressure, Triple — you stay here and monitor this area. Bishop: Alister, Pablo, stay here with the field team. See what you can gather from this clearing. Moore: Yes ma'am. Gutierrez: Yes, of course. Bishop: Xi, you're with me. Xi: Understood. 1-𐤇 Aestrei, 1-𐤇 Carrier, 1-𐤇 Glass, and Drs. Bishop and Xi descend the ladder into the space beneath the stone slab. The sound of moving air becomes more audible in the cavern below. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Let's get the floods on in here — it's somehow darker here than it is up there. All five members of the cavern group turn on their floodlamps, fully illuminating the area around them. The walls of the chamber are a smooth grey stone, and the chamber itself is roughly five meters on each side, stretching up vertically to the slab above. Along the walls are recessed openings in the rock, many of which are empty but some that contain wooden boxes bound in chains. Anchored to the walls are thick metal hooks, and more chains hang from the ceiling. There is a single door on the north wall. Bishop: Alright, this is it. Let's go. The team goes through the doorway, which exits into a long hallway. The hallway contains more recessed openings, some of which contain wooden boxes but others that contain various humanoid and animal bones. Some of the openings have been sealed using a kind of thick, crystalline wax. 1-𐤇 Carrier gestures above one opening, where a mural is present, carved into the rock. The mural depicts many hundreds of dark figures standing beneath a large tree with a red artifact in its center. As they continue forward, they pass sealed passageways overgrown with roots, and more murals depicting various scenes of humanoid figures being bound in chains, dropped into pits full of bodies, or set on fire. Present in nearly every mural is a depiction of the same tree and red artifact. The hallway winds around to the west, and 1-𐤇 Aestrei motions to move around the bend. As the hallways straightens back out, the team sees a large stone door at its end, with another mural across its entire surface. This mural depicts a mass of dark figures with yellow eyes huddled around the base of a large, curled, vaguely feminine figure with many arms wrapped around them as dark clouds gather overhead. 1-𐤇 Aestrei approaches the doorway and pulls it back, and the door easily swings open. Turning back to look at the rest of the team momentarily, 1-𐤇 Aestrei nods and enters the doorway. They exit into a circular room containing two staircases, one ascending on the left and one descending on the right. The ascending staircase is blocked off completely, with stone and rubble filling the stairwell as if having fallen from somewhere above. 1-𐤇 Glass immediately motions to his air monitor, which shows elevated levels of toxic particulate in the chamber. Dr. Bishop approaches the descending staircase, and gestures for the team to follow her down. They descend roughly 20m before reaching a landing, and then turning back to descend another 20m. At the bottom of the staircase is a wide, arched opening. As Dr. Bishop passes under the arch, she stops suddenly and holds up her hand. 1-𐤇 Aestrei comes alongside her. In front of them is an enormous chamber stretching out as far as the eye can see in every direction, though the ceiling is low. In a circle around the archway, and then in concentric circles around that, are large, unmoving, humanoid figures covered entirely in slick, dark hair, sitting on the stone floor and curled into the fetal position. They each are covered in the toxic dust that had previously emanated out from SCP-6666. 1-𐤇 Glass reaches up and touches his ear, and the others nod — this is the source of the sound of moving air, as the innumerable number of curled figures breathe slowly and in unison. Up above in the domed clearing, Dr. Gutierrez and Dr. Moore inspect the exterior of the slab, while Horizon, Pressure and Triple scan the treeline. Suddenly, there is the sound of something moving in the trees, causing Pressure to look towards the eastern edge of the clearing. 1-𐤇 Horizon: What was that? 1-𐤇 Pressure: There's something in the trees. Listen. Moore: What is it? 1-𐤇 Pressure: Shhhhh, listen. Silence. Suddenly, all five members of the team in the clearing hear an unusual sound. It is laughter, as if from a child, but stretched unnaturally and echoing as if from very far away. Both Moore and Gutierrez come away from the edge of the slab towards Pressure and Horizon, as Triple advances on a spot at the edge of the clearing. The sound is heard again, although behind them, on the western side. All five team members turn to face the western edge of the clearing as the sound is heard again, above them. Moore: There! In the tree! There's something moving in the trees! There! The team turns to look, and as they do they catch a glimpse of a large, fleeting object moving quickly through the dark treeline before it disappears again. Once more they hear the sound of the strange laughter, which stops suddenly. 1-𐤇 Horizon: Where'd it go? Suddenly another sound is heard, different than the first. A long, high pitched whine, crackling and unnaturally tonal, seemingly coming from somewhere above them. The sound continues for another fifteen seconds, and then stops suddenly. 1-𐤇 Pressure: What the hell was that? Suddenly, the ground beneath them shakes, and the sound of geological movement can be heard across the entire chamber. The arched trees overhead begin to rustle and then, with a sound of yawning wood, begin to pull back from each other, revealing inky blackness overhead. In the far distance, the dim light of the powerful observation tower floodlamps can be seen through the dark. As the trees pull away and straighten, the radio crackles. SAFOS Control: Commander Aestrei, do you read us? Hēt-1 team, do any of you read? 1-𐤇 Pressure: This is Pressure, go ahead. SAFOS Control: Where is Aestrei? 1-𐤇 Pressure: She went below with Bishop and half the team — there's some kind of opening in the earth down here. SAFOS Control: Pressure be advised, there is another entity at your position we cannot identify. 1-𐤇 Pressure: Control, we- The high-pitched whining sound cuts him off, and the cavern shakes again for six seconds before settling. 1-𐤇 Triple: What the fuck is going- SCP-6666 during activation event. Image taken from Charlie Tower. Suddenly, the entire chamber is bathed in vibrant red light. The team looks skyway, where high overhead SCP-6666 has illuminated, with red light emanating from the base of the entity. The team hears laughter again. At the same time, in the chamber below, the team braces as the rumbling stops. As the earth settles, 1-𐤇 Aestrei looks around at the others. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Everyone good? Bishop: I'm fine, thanks. 1-𐤇 Carrier: Yeah, I'm good. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Good. I think the time to leave is now, Dr. Bishop. Bishop: Yes, let's- Xi: What happened to the wind? 1-𐤇 Aestrei: You're right, that's- 1-𐤇 Aestrei is cut off as Dr. Bishop gasps. She is staring back into the chamber beyond the archway, where all of the hunched figures are now staring at the doorway, the eyes open and glowing yellow. There is a loud snapping sound, and one of the figures in the fifth row back moves suddenly, lifting its left arm, followed by another loud crack as it lifts its right. It bends as if to stand up, and suddenly the entire chamber is full of the sound of movement. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Run. (Turning to face the others) Run! The team flees back up the stairwell, catching themselves as the earth shakes again. They retreat back down the hallway, towards the door that leads to the chamber with the ladder. 1-𐤇 Horizon: Commander Aestrei, do you read me? Where are you? 1-𐤇 Aestrei: We're coming, Horizon. Get your people out of there, we have to go. 1-𐤇 Horizon: Commander, you need to hurry. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: I hear you, Horizon. Come on, run! The team enters the side chamber and begin to hurry up the ladder. The sound of rushing air can be heard from behind them, and suddenly the air is thick with toxic dust that blows past them and out of the opening in the slab. The team holds onto the ladder and the recessed openings in the rock, but Dr. Xi — who had been at the top of the ladder — is blown five meters into the air, landing hard on the stone slab. As he lands, the plexiglass facemask of his helmet cracks, and suit breach alarms sound as his insertion suit begins dumping oxygen in an attempt to maintain positive pressure. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Come on, go! Go! Horizon, help him! We have to go! From deep below, heavy footsteps can be heard. The remainder of the team exits from below the slab, while Horizon and Carrier grab Xi, who looks around at them, panicked. Xi: Hang on, hang on, I feel- Xi's body seizes, and he goes completely limp. Bishop: Chao, no! 1-𐤇 Aestrei: God dammit, god dammit! We have to leave him, Bishop, he's already gone. Bishop: No! No, we can't — he can still- 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Bishop, listen to me. We have to go. I'm sorry, we have to go. Bishop: I… oh god. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Come on. Come on! The team heads back into the forest, following the same path they had taken coming in. More chattering laughter can be heard around them. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Control, this is Aestrei. I need a fucking geolocation ping right fucking now, I need to know the fastest way out of here. SAFOS Control: Copy that Commander, one moment. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Right fucking now, Control, please! SAFOS Control: We see you, Commander. Your shortest path out is roughly 14 klicks due northeast from your position. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Alright, come on, we have to bust ass. Carrier, Horizon, give us some cover. 1-𐤇 Carrier: Copy that. Carrier and Horizon turn and open their flamethrowers on the trees around them. As the forest begins to burn, the sound of creaking timber is heard overhead as many of supports holding up the massive structures built out of the trees themselves begin to groan and fail. As the two men turn to follow the rest of the group, Horizon is pulled backwards suddenly. Carrier stops and turns back. 1-𐤇 Carrier: Commander! Moments later Carrier hears Horizon screaming, before being quickly cut off. There is a wet, tearing sound, followed by a dark, wet mass flying towards Carrier. He ducks out of the way and turns to see the upper torso of Horizon, separated from its bottom half as if pulled in two. Horizon's eyes blink rapidly as it mouths inaudible words. Carrier shouts again, before pulling out his sidearm and shooting Horizon twice through the mask. Blood fills Horizon's helmet, and he stops moving. 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Carrier? 1-𐤇 Carrier: Commander, whatever is out here got Horizon — I had to… god dammit! 1-𐤇 Aestrei: Carrier, come on. Let's go, quickly! Carrier looks down at Horizon again, before running off after the rest of the team. The remaining members of the Hēt-1 team, along with Drs. Bishop, Gutierrez, and Moore, continue running without additional disturbance, pausing only briefly on four different occasions to catch their breath. After one hour and thirty four minutes, the team emerges from the treeline out onto the field of humanoid remains previously mapped by Hero. The team turns north for 2km, making it back to the elevator after roughly one hour and forty-six minutes. Due to the events detailed in Addendum 6666.12, none of the members of Hēt-1 or the research team realized that Dr. Xi's audio and video transmitter, while damaged, began transmitting again one hour after their departure. Xi coughs violently and rolls onto his back. Above him SCP-6666 is visible, now glowing with bright red light. Xi takes several deep breaths and looks around him. He stands, shaking, and braces himself against the slab. Hearing oxygen rushing through a crack in his helmet, he puts a glove up over it. From somewhere nearby, Xi hears the same stretched laughter as was heard previously by the other members of the exploratory team. He begins walking slowly away from the slab, towards the treeline. He steps into the trees and stumbles forward as his breathing gets increasingly heavy. He takes several more steps forward before stopping. The sound of laughter is picked up on his microphone, and he turns back towards the clearing. Unknown As he turns, his audio and video equipment begin to act erratically. It is unknown if this behaviour is a result of a technical malfunction or changes to the space immediately around Xi. Despite this, his camera captures several distorted frames of a figure, roughly 6m tall, standing in a gap between two trees, illuminated from behind by the red light coming from SCP-6666. After two seconds, Xi's camera stops functioning entirely and shuts off. Xi is heard walking quickly through the forest, his breathing more and more laboured. There is another laugh from immediately behind him, and then a powerful, low droning sound fills the chamber. The source of the sound is above him, coming from SCP-66669. More laughter is heard as Xi begins to run, and another loud drone is heard. A third drone is heard, followed by a loud scream, and then Xi's recording equipment shuts down entirely. Xi's transmitter continues pinging his location for an additional sixteen minutes. He is dragged backwards 100m before coming to a rest. After this, communication with the transmitter is terminated due to heavy atmospheric interference. The final 38 seconds of Xi's audio transmission are available below. [END LOG] Addendum 6666.12: Reaction by SCP-6666-A During the exploration attempt detailed in Addendum 6666.11, SCP-6666 began exhibiting unusual behaviour. The above ground root growth began to expand rapidly, forcing fire teams to pull the SAFOS safe perimeter back. SCP-6666 itself began to emit red light from seams in the trunk of its superstructure, and spherical glowing sacs began to appear across its entire limb system. During this time, geological phenomenon was also recorded, originating somewhere beneath the cavern. However, at the same time that SCP-6666 was entering this activation state, SCP-6666-A began to pull against its bindings. Charlie Tower reported seeing the large kevlar guy line beginning to fray, before snapping entirely as SCP-6666-A pulled the line in half. Freed from its bindings, SCP-6666-A then began vocalizing, first simply shouting, but then speaking. While audio recordings of the event clearly show SCP-6666-A speaking in an unknown tongue, those present in the chamber at the time reported being able to clearly understand SCP-6666-A in their native language. How this was accomplished, when SCP-6666-A had not previously displayed any such memetic effect, is unknown. Dr. Iles, recognizing the nature of the event as it was occuring, used speech to text software to transcribe the full exchange as it was occuring. The full transcript of SCP-6666-A's vocalizations are available below. HEAR ME. HEAR ME. I AM HECTOR, SON OF HOLAS, THE SCREAMING LANCE OF THE NORTHERN SKY, LAST SON OF OLDE EUROP, SERVANT ETERNALLY TO THE SKY KING SARRUS VON APOLLYON, LORD DOMINION OF THE WORLD OF MEN, INHERITOR OF ASEM'S IRON CROWN. HEAR ME, DREAD TITANIA. HEAR ME NOW, AND TREMBLE. TREMBLE NOW AS YOU DID ALL THOSE MANY YEARS AGO, WHEN I CROSSED THE RISING SEA TO FIND YOU. TREMBLE NOW AS YOU DID WHEN I DROVE MY LANCE INTO YOUR BLEEDING CHEST AND TREMBLE NOW AS YOU DID WHEN I LEARNED YOU HAD ALREADY BETRAYED YOUR PURPOSE. I STRUCK YOU DOWN, DEMON OF YORE. I WRENCHED OPEN YOUR BODY AND BROKE YOU. YOU HAVE BETRAYED YOUR MASTERS, DREAD TITANIA, BUT YOU WILL NOT BETRAY ME. I WILL HAVE YOUR OBEDIENCE. YOU WILL HONOR MY WISH AND POUR YOUR POISON INTO THIS GRAVE. YOU WILL SMOTHER THE CORPSE-CITY OF YOUR INTERLOPERS AND BURY THEM. YOU WILL DO THIS, DEMON, BECAUSE I HAVE DEMANDED IT OF YOU. I AM HECTOR, THE DIVINE FIRE OF MY LORD'S PERFECT WILL. ANSWER TO ME NOW, DREAD TITANIA. HEAR ME, AND TREMBLE. Immediately following this vocalization, SCP-6666-A began furiously attacking both the polyfoam seal on the opening in SCP-6666, and SCP-6666 itself. SCP-6666-A then braced itself against the mass of SCP-6666, and with great effort pulled its remaining three arms free from the interior of the tree. SCP-6666-A, using all five of its free arms and its spear for leverage, grabbed both sides of the opening and pulled them away from each other. With a loud cracking sound, the trunk of SCP-6666 split open and once again began to discharge a thick, dense cloud of toxic particulate into the cavern below. At the same moment, the red light that had been emanating from SCP-6666 began to dim, and was gone completely within fourteen minutes. SCP-6666-A continued to attack the side of SCP-6666 for an additional six hours. Afterwards, SCP-6666-A braced itself against the side of SCP-6666 with its spear and went dormant. Addendum 6666.13: REDACTED The following file is Level 5/6666 Classified. OVERSEER EYES ONLY CLOSE FILE If you've gotten this far, you probably have the same question I did after we finished reading Dr. Bishop's report. If everything we've found here is true, then what is up with the SCP-1000 file? I went back and did some digging, and was able to get into the first few revisions of that file using our clearances. Here are a few things I learned: 1) The file was originally written by Tilda Moose in 1956. 2) The file predates the first recorded Bigfoot sighting by two years — Jerry Crew first started noting Bigfoot tracks in Humboldt County in 1958. 3) Tilda Moose did not work for the Foundation in 1956. 4) Tilda Moose was not alive in 1956. With all that being said, I want you to read this section here one more time. we forgive you; given choice for now, not forever; let us back in Knowing now what we know about what these things are, and what they can do, and what they have done, I want you to tell me — who do you think would want us to let these things back in? Who does that sound like to you? Think about it for a while, then come talk to me. We have a lot to work on. Shannon is already working on the fourth knight, and after that we'll have a decision to make — whether or not we want to go down to the seventh floor and talk to him. Sincerely, O5-1 P.S. You probably want to see what we had to take out of that report, too, the one with the faerie. The most unfortunate part of this job is sending people out to do a job that they don't realize is as dangerous as you do. Don't get too bummed out about it — read it and move on. We'll make sure their families are taken care of. Dr. Park: What was the wish? "We… I'm sorry, I should have been forthcoming, I just… there were so few of us left, afterwards, we dared not speak of it in fear of conjuring them back out of the darkness, but… well, it's been so long now. Pauses. "When the first man committed the first sin there was outrage yes, but Asem was… intolerably powerful, and we could not stand against him, meek as we were. So we prayed to the queenmother and asked her to deliver us from him, to give us the power to destroy him, and she… she did. The Children were born from beneath her roots, and we hated them from the moment they first emerged." Dr. Park: Why did you hate them? "Why did we hate them? We hated them because they were like you." Pauses. "But we needed them, so we demanded they cross the sea and bring Asem to justice, and they did. His kingdom fell, his people were scattered, his sons were set to ruin. They did everything we asked of them, and we still hated them. When they returned to us, did we honor them as conquering heroes? Did we throw feasts in their name and praise them for doing what we could not? No. No, we put them deep into the dark of the forest, away from the stars, because the stars were only for us, and not for them. They were just children, and we left them there, out of sight and out of mind, for a hundred million years. We abandoned them, and in their isolation they turned cruel." Silence. "You wanted to know what they wished for?" Silence. "They… they wished to not be alone anymore." Silence. "And what did Iýa do? She provided. She pulled out her own heart and gave it to them. Even knowing what they had become, she gave it willingly to them, because she knew. She knew about our neglect. She knew about our apathy. The Children didn't want to be alone anymore, so she gave them her heart, and became their goddess, not ours." Sobbing. Dr. Park: We can conclude if you'd like. Oh, there was one more thing I wanted to tell you before I go. I had to make a slight alteration to the exploration log; we didn't want anyone thinking our priorities were in the wrong place. Dr. Bishop was kind enough to grab something from that temple on her way out — grabbed it right out of the withered hands of a long dead sprite. I don't get the impression they'll miss it much. It's fairly inconsequential at this point, but I wanted you to see it before we put it into storage forever. It's a shame — it's really very pretty. Unknown The work continues. Footnotes 1. Notably, subjects exposed to this fog do not immediately die, though long term exposure can lead to CNS depression and, eventually, the stoppage of the heart and death. 2. It is speculated that this stone structure was originally part of a tower, though the extreme heights involved make this hypothesis questionable. 3. Though much of the entity, including most of the left three arms and its body below the torso, is at least partially fused with the interior of SCP-6666 and cannot be entirely discerned. 4. The sound produced by SCP-6666-A originates in the space where a mouth would be. 5. Ancient stone slab depicting a warrior lord. Originally taken from the collection of Sir Lisle Norman, an affiliate and financier of the late Asmodeus Dark. Was discovered with only a single piece of identifying information, a small piece of cloth with the words "St. Hector of Apollyona" written in dark ink. Radioisotope dating suggests the stone slab is several million years old. 6. "Demon Lancelot" 7. "Demon La Hire" 8. "Demon Ogier" 9. This sound, and the events that transpired afterwards, were also caught on the microphones of the Hēt-1 team during their escape through the forest. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6666" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6667 | esoteric-class | Item#: 6667 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: An anti-memetic perimeter is built in a 2km radius around SCP-6667-1. Maintenance on this perimeter is performed annually, at which time Foundation research expeditions may occur. Due to the harsh natural environment surrounding SCP-6667-1, the location requires no further containment measures. Standard protocols are in place to restrict public knowledge of SCP-6667's substantial influence on humanity's evolution. [PLACEHOLDER IMAGE] Photo of SCP-6667-3 expunged for potential cognitohazard. Safe rendition pending. Further research on translations of the proto-writing within SCP-6667-1 requires express permission either from two of SCP-6667 lead researchers or written authorization from Head Researcher Dr. M. Bresson[REVISION PENDING]. A database tracking exposures to SCP-6667-1 and SCP-6667-3 must be maintained and up to date. Long-term repeated exposure to SCP-6667-3 through any media is strictly regulated to avoid worsening the possible memetic effect. Dr. M. Bresson's objection, citing "redundancy", has been declined. Description: SCP-6667 denotes the anomalous events, entity, and effects hypothesized to have influenced the evolution of humanity's ancestor Homo erectus into Homo heidelbergensis between 700,000-800,000 years ago. The evidence for such anomalous activity is centered within the point of origin, SCP-6667-1, located approximately 250 kilometers south-west of the town of In Zghmir, Algeria. SCP-6667-1 is an underground cavern containing evidence of an ancient primitive community, belonging to a previously unknown ancestor to Homo sapiens. This ancestor has a genetic makeup distinct enough to be given the binomial nomenclature of Homo animalis1. Evidence indicates Homo animalis had technological abilities not seen for hundreds of millennia. Examples include the usage of hearths for cooking meat, as well as sophisticated weaponry including balanced throwing spears, indicating hunting methods which required planning and foresight2. The research team for SCP-6667 believes such advances were influenced by SCP-6667-2, a minor deity-like entity who lived among Homo animalis as the societal matriarch3. SCP-6667-2 was not worshiped, but accepted by Homo animalis as equals4. This entity expired through inconclusive means, causing the community's disbandment. After SCP-6667-2's passing, the advanced abilities concentrated within the society dissipated, but the evolution of Homo heidelbergensis accelerated in the following millennia5. Through SCP-6667-2's influence on Homo animalis, the descendant Homo heidelbergensis species adopted the same advances, eventually utilizing fire for cooking, developing primitive social structures with multi-generational roles, and developing language6. All of the above were present in Homo animalis. Evidence suggests Homo erectus may have used fire to a lesser degree, but the other qualities are absent. SCP-6667-3 denotes the hundreds of cave paintings found within the cavern, which may have a memetic effect on those who view them or attempt to discern their meaning. This effect is very weak, but may compound with repeated viewings. The research team for SCP-6667 believes this memetic effect is similar to the effect SCP-6667-2 had on Homo animalis. As of 2024, the research project on SCP-6667 is considered complete. All research has been compiled by the research team, spearheaded by Dr. M. Bresson, into a three-volume work. Foundation members with an interest in the anthropological impact and ongoing memetic effect of SCP-6667 may refer to "SCP-6667 and the Origins of Modern Man" (2025, 3rd Ed)7. Notable methodology and processes of the research team, as well as supplementary documentation to outline the research project, have been attached below. Discovery: Found on 11/17/1997 by Foundation personnel tracking [REDACTED]. During the expedition, the Hume meter detected borderline anomalous activity south of the location, with a 0.05% deviation from normality. Once reached, the land above SCP-6667 gave no evidence of anomalies. Without provisions to dig through sand but with sufficient provisions to monitor the location, personnel stayed at the area for 7 days without witnessing any unusual activity. Authorization was received to return to the location with powerful excavation equipment. After digging through sand for approximately 30 meters, rock was hit. Personnel drilled through three meters of rock before breaking through the ceiling of a large cavern. Minor damage was sustained by SCP-6667-1. Map of Algeria. SCP-6667-1 is located at coordinates 25.39, -2.56, circled in red. The following noteworthy artifacts were found within: The cave paintings were discovered, but the memetic effect was not theorized for twenty-six years. Analysis indicates these were created between 700,000 and 800,000 years ago. Bone residue of animals and some indication of fossilization, in line with the hunting habits later seen in Homo heidelbergensis. A tunnel leading to an exit buried in sand. The floor was solid rock, later concluded to be naturally occurring. At the time SCP-6667-1 hosted Homo animalis, the area of the Sahara surrounding it was akin to a savanna grassland8. Anomalous plant residue, discovered after DNA testing on ashes gathered in patters on the floor and walls. Results did not link the residue to any plant matching the historical record, but would fit within the Polypodiopsida class9. Thermoluminescence dating techniques enhanced by SCP-████ were used on burned plant residue, dating it to around 730,000 years ago. SCP-6667's research team has concluded these ashes are the remnants of SCP-6667-2. An excerpt from Lead Researcher Dr. Bresson's personal log provides the best initial description of SCP-6667-1's interior. Date: 04/17/1998 Location: 25.39, -2.56 -2.65? (Confirm with Kiros10 if that's right) I wasn't prepared. I had a friend some thirty-odd years ago back in my time at St Andrews, before I got my anthropology doctorate. She was working on an Egyptology masters. Maybe fifteen, twenty years later, she told me she got it, she got a research position to study the mummy of Nefertiti. When she saw the corpse, she told me she was surprised it was real. Not a dream, not imagined. A myth before her. She said the feeling was like "finding the last thing in your life." I would like to talk to her more about that. The entrance, once unburied, is simple rock. Either natural or anomalous creation, not the work of man. I'm sure it would have resembled a natural cave, those millennia ago when it last saw the sun. The excavation team wounded it. There's a crack in the ceiling that was plugged after some hundred pounds of sand trickled through. I understand they did not know what they were dealing with, expecting to find another horror. They did not expect a delicate miracle. I'll forgive them another day. A long tunnel with a ceiling too low to stand upright, made of the same natural materials, connects the entrance to the cavern. I believe the tunnel was carved, first of many signs of civilization. The walls here are blank. Once through it, you reach the main only room, rough estimate of 300 meters end to end. The whole structure is like an igloo, with the entrance snaking up to the surface before it was buried. Set on bedrock? Investigation recommended. These cave paintings must be older than writing, older than man, older than any semblance of who we believe ourselves to be. Few depictions of daily routine? No signs of agriculture, although I do not know how any evidence of it could have survived. There are marks of fire; the ceiling is stained black, with markings drawn by wiping away ash, like it was a canvas. It is beautiful, brilliant. An ingenious way to create while conserving resources. Most of the walls are covered in paintings and symbols. Even up to the ceiling. How did they do that? Samples must be collected. The paintings and carvings in stone. There are hundreds. Religious significance plausible. Mostly black and reddish brown. Likely ash and blood. It is remarkable, absolutely remarkable that it has stained the rock for this long a time. Likely anomalous, further research required. One thing I must note. There are swirling black lines from the outer edges of the cavern, which spiral towards the center. A circle has been drawn there, less than a meter in diameter. A construct of planning and intent. It is blank. Religious significance probable. My guess is that the lines are, again, ash. Am I being too sentimental? I hope not. I would like to describe this in the objective manner I've done with other locations. But stories have always made me sentimental. And standing in that cavern, looking at works by all these beings that would be classified as pre-human, I feel as though I have found a missing chapter in the story of us. If my sentimentality can't be excused now, then it can never be. Further research must be done. After significant research, some of the numerous symbols on the walls were found to be writing, confirmed to convey meaning. This would predate the earliest surviving instance of writing by approximately 700,000 years. While the writing is primitive, work done by Dr. Bresson and Dr. Rebecca Thane11 provided a rough translation, guided by consistent markings by specific cave paintings. Researchers focused in particular on a portion of wall surrounded by paintings, which was flattened using primitive tools. On this portion of wall were few symbols, theorized to give them prominence. An absolute translation cannot be achieved with the sparse surviving evidence, but the best translation reads as follows: Ma. I kill. Many. Forgive. Ma. Ma. Return. Forgive. SCP-6667's research team found the symbols denoting "forgiveness", "return", and "mother"12 repeated on numerous surfaces within SCP-6667-1. Addendum.6667.1: In September of 2012, research for SCP-6667 was put on hiatus as, by the research team's own admission, all collected evidence had been exhausted. In May of 2014, Dr. Oliman and Dr. M. Bresson submitted an application to resume research, based on Dr. M. Bresson's theory that the numerous cave paintings were evidence of language. Funding was approved by Site 15 Director Novales two months later. + 'Dr. Bresson's Personal Log - 2017' - Close Dr. Bresson's Personal Log 06/07/2017 "Ruminations, and The End, Again" As always, we are running out of progress to make. I don't deny I am saddened disappointed frustrated heartbroken by how much time we spend reaching for the next step, and find only air. The search for substance hurts more when you fully, and incorrectly, believe you are not alone in a void. But that is life, and that is history. I will not regret our spent time when it ends. We will return to writing our book, of course. Perhaps we will find that one last piece of evidence somewhere. I do not think we are done, or finished. As always, I have that tiny spark of hope that we will find another step to take. Our end does not diminish what we do already know. I remember wishing to be right, seeing the same symbols by the same paintings. Locked into my own understanding, assuming they were signatures. But I never expected to be right. It was writing. It truly was. 700,000 years ago someone wanted to say something before anyone could speak. Someone wanted to be heard before anyone could listen. Manayu13 would have listened as best she could to anything the Loved14 had to say. Evidence tells us that it was not a religion, it was a community. I believe the influence of this quiet god was much the same as ours on our own loved ones, only trying to do the best for our loved. My Our guess theory is that she was their teacher and protector. How she taught, we don't know, but we assume it was telepathic or by demonstration, as there is no remaining evidence for how she communicated. We think she stayed and protected the Loved for at least 2,000 years, and during this time the community developed the advanced abilities displayed within the cave. How slowly the years pass when nothing changes. She was hurt, yes, we know that much. Someone at the outset of human civilization was too kind or too cruel. The symbols for "forgive" and "return" outnumber any other of the symbols we find, two to one. Except for "mother," of course. "I kill" is only written once. The blank spot, the mark on the floor, was treated with respect, was left alone, even cleaned. The ashes, burned plants, are spread in a design of some significance. As these ashes have the strongest anomalous readings associated with them, we believe either the residue itself or the method of immolation was anomalous. We guess that circle is where she died. Evidence further indicates that she did something to the Loved, almost at the same time she died. After, the Loved left the cave. A rough estimate of three generations within the area. And then they spread, and lived, and evolved. We don't yet know what it was. These are our best guesses, but we believe them good. I still cannot believe the depth of these people, truth be told. Liz still sometimes imitates my expression when I realized it could be language, as a party trick. She could have been a great actress, honestly, but I'm glad she's here. I am more proud of each of them, Rebecca, Art, Andante, and Eliza, than I can put into words. I hope they know it, I can never find the right things to say. So here we are again, looking down the sights of another ending. Manayu was instrumental to our identity, not just as people being people, but for humans becoming human. I just don't know how. I know we are not done. And I don't have any guess reason evidence for it, but I hope we will find something else. Here's to the next expedition, and here's to finding another stone to overturn. - Close + Approved Appeal to Cessation of Hiatus.6667.2 - Close To: Site 15 Appeals Box From: Research Member Rebecca Thane Subject: Appeal of Funding Rejection - Application to Resume Research on SCP-6667 Attachments: [EMAIL]Declined - Application to Resume Research on SCP-6667; Funding Release - SIGNED1.pdf; Osteographic Extrapolation Device Schematics.pdf; New Evidence Report.pdf Good morning, I am following up again with the attached request. SCP-6667 last went on hiatus a few years ago, as we had exhausted all our troves of data. But now, with my clearance and Dr Bresson's leave, I have developed the Osteographic Extrapolation Device, which from basic fragments of bone, can accurately reconstruct portions of a skeleton. I believe the study of our ancestor's anatomy will be the final information we need to understand SCP-6667 as completely as is possible. I believe our new Site Director was wrong to decline the reopening of our research. I do not believe our research will uncover any immediate or distant threat to humanity. But I believe the value of this research is beyond what threats it may uncover. It is fundamental to the understanding of ourselves and our world. I was willing to forgo my promotions and advances in the Foundation to continue working with Dr Bresson on this project. I have dedicated much of the last years of my life to the OED, which will have uses beyond SCP-6667. I am sure you will find the best use for it. It cannot be patented, as it uses SCP-████ and SCP-████, but I relinquish it and its design to your care. I only request at least another two years full funding, an extra expedition to SCP-6667, and permission to use it as we see fit on SCP-6667. Regards, -Dr Rebecca Thane, Former SCP-6667 Technical Researcher To: SCP-6667 Research Team From: ██████████████████████ Time: 12/04/2021 at 4:00 AM Subject: Approved Attachments: None Make it count. O5-█ Secure, Contain, Protect - Close Final Experiment SCP-6667: Through the use of Dr. Thane's device, the research team compared the skulls of Homo animalis to Homo Heidelbergensis and Homo erectus. After exhaustive study and inspection, it was decided that a key difference between the anatomy of the Homo erectus and Homo animalis brain is that the Homo animalis skull had more room for the orbitofrontal cortex. Reconstructions of the Homo heidelbergensis skull indicated similar results. Prefrontal cortex for Homo sapiens. The orbitofrontal cortex is present in Homo neanderthalensis15 and Homo sapiens. Current understanding of this portion of the brain is rudimentary; on a basic level the cortex relates to decision making and expected reward. As the research team still had six months of funding, resources were then devoted to understanding this portion of the brain. Initially, subjects were connected to an EEG machine and researchers asked a series of questions, with the goal of stimulating activity in the orbitofrontal cortex. After the question methodology failed to produce conclusive results, Dr. Bresson suggested eliciting more emotional responses. Pursuing this route, Dr. Helma and Dr. Andante wrote various stories to better suit a particular emotional response from the subject. Basic psychological profiles were complied for each test subject by the team psychologist Dr. Eliza Glazer. Subjects were asked to imagine themselves as the protagonist for each story, and were questioned how they would make it through the trials set before them, what they would risk, and what they would do to succeed. The constant theme of each story dealt with the difficulty in maintaining possession of a treasured object, concept, or person. Towards the end of the testing phase, Dr. Bresson volunteered to be tested. The full paper, detailing all methodology, stimuli, and results, can be found in "SCP-6667 and the Origins of Modern Man" vol. 3. While a paper of suitable length is created, Dr. Bresson's conclusions after the final test subject were recorded. A transcript is available below. Note: The above information is grounded in evidence, research, and fact. The below passages contain abject speculation and may not be factual. It is the opinion of the remaining members of SCP-6667's research team that Dr. M. Bresson's theories, if not provably accurate, represent the best conclusion of the research project. However, corroborating evidence for some claims does not exist. Interviewed: Dr. Monet Bresson Interviewer: Dr. Rebecca Thane, Dr. Art Helma, Dr. Andante Oliman, Dr. Eliza Glazer Foreword: Dr. Bresson has been hooked up to an EEG, while Dr. Oliman and Dr. Thane monitor the device to ensure continuous accurate output. Dr. Glazer and Dr. Helma monitored the readings themselves from the adjacent observation room, taking notes on Dr. Bresson's reactions and the EEG's readings. Line of communication between tester and subject remains open. <Begin Log - 12:44 PM, 08/13/2023 - Full test log can be found at Site-15's records - Below is a relevant excerpt after testing.> Dr. Glazer: How you doing, doc? Dr. Bresson: Oh. Oh! Fine. Um, fine. Dr. Thane: I think… yes, I'm sure everything's in, it held through this time. Liz, Art, can you confirm everything was received? Mo, you should take a look. Dr. Bresson: Ah, okay. Yes. Dr. Oliman, could you… Dr. Oliman: Sure, yeah! Hang on. Dr. Oliman begins disconnecting Dr. Bresson from the EEG machine. Dr. Helma: Looks clear on our end. Dr. Bresson: Did it…? Dr. Glazer: Yep, like you said, doc. The cortex lit up when you believed, really believed, that this would work. Dr. Helma: It was bright, too. Really bright. Dr. Bresson: Oh! Ah, good. That's… Silence. Dr. Oliman: Almost done, prep the info. Dr. Helma: That's pretty much it, I mean… the orbitofrontal cortex lit up at the moment it was supposed to. Come on Mo, what's your guess? Dr. Bresson: I, um… I do have one, yes. Twenty seconds of silence. Dr. Helma: We'll listen whenever you're ready, Mo. Dr. Bresson: Oh! Oh, very well. So… let me think. Five seconds of silence. Dr. Bresson: Manayu… responded to some crime… But, beyond that, she thought of the Loved as her children, I think. I guess. And they thought, um, of her as one of them, their own, too. Ten seconds of silence. Dr. Oliman: Sorry, what about the cortext? Dr. Thane: Again, it's cortex. There is no "t". Dr. Bresson: Ah, um. Heh. Well… it probably developed, when Manayu did what… killed her. I think… she was angry? No that's not right, she was… heartbroken, yes. And, and that can make someone… harm the ones they love, but it wouldn't drive her to pointless cruelty. Twenty seconds of silence. Dr. Bresson: I think she, uh, gave the Loved something. I think… Silence. Dr. Bresson: I think it was hope. Absolute silence. Dr. Bresson: And that… makes a lot of sense to me. Because then the Loved wouldn't only suffer. She tried to teach them, protect them, live as best as they could for themselves. And… then she couldn't? Or they wouldn't. So… hmm. Dr. Oliman: Sorry, then before, the Loved were just hopeless all the time? Dr. Bresson: Well… maybe, but I doubt it. Animals don't… need hope, right? A deer doesn't flee from a wolf because it… hopes for escape, it flees because, that's instinct. Stimulus-response. S-so before we got hope, we… had no cause for it. I think this enabled us to move past instinct, into… greater realms of thought. Inaudible muttering. Dr. Bresson: Well… well… is that not the most amazing thing you have ever heard? A small act by a minor SCP, and it has had reverberations, pushing us forward throughout all of time and history! To this very discovery! We… suffer through it all, don't we? For the hope of a better life, somewhere? How else could we… fight in the darkness so others… Silence. Dr. Bresson: Oh, um… at least, that's my guess. <End Log> + Open SCP-6667_and_the_Origins_of_Modern_Man.pdf - Close - Close Footnotes 1. Adopted from "Man with a soul"; Martin Heidegger, “Letter on ‘Humanism’" 1946. 2. "SCP-6667 and the Origins of Modern Man" Vol. 1 (2025, 3rd Ed), pg. 44-60, by Dr. M. Bresson, Dr. Eliza Glazer, Dr. Art Helma, Dr. Andante Oliman, & Dr. Rebecca Thane. 3. ibid, Vol. 1, pg 174-202 4. ibid, Vol. 1, pg 288 5. ibid, Vol. 2 pg 61, 180, & 344 6. This earliest example of language was discovered primarily through the use of SCP-████ and SCP-████. Full list can be found at [LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] 7. Vol. 1-3, by Dr. M. Bresson, Dr. Eliza Glazer, Dr. Art Helma, Dr. Andante Oliman, & Dr. Rebecca Thane 8. ibid, Vol. 3 pg 245 9. The common fern. 10. Dr. Kiros was Dr. Bresson's supervisor at this time. 11. "The Animalis Prayer" (2016) pg 7 12. The use of "Ma" is preferred, since it better reflects the sophistication of the writing. A translation to "mother" is disputed. But it can be read as such. -Dr. Bresson 13. Manayu is the name adopted by SCP-6667's research team to describe SCP-6667-2. The name is derived from the Semitic goddess Manat, believed to represent fate, fortune, time, and destiny. 14. The research team's term for Homo animalis 15. Neanderthals. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6667" by TheyCallMeTim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6667. 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SCP-6668 | esoteric-class | close Info X Check out more of my articles on my author page! 08:58 AM Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6668 refers to an ongoing, emergent phenomena; as such, comprehensive containment procedures have yet to be enacted. Interaction with SCP-6668 is to be regulated by the provisional research team, comprised of Site-███'s1 leadership team. Excursion into Site-███'s cafeteria has been suspended. Description: SCP-6668 is a large sinkhole which appeared in the floor of Site-███'s cafeteria at 08:47 local time earlier today. The depth of SCP-6668 has yet to be determined, but is architecturally anomalous. Despite the cafeteria being situated on the 3rd floor, there has been no topographical disruption to the corresponding location on the 2nd floor. Despite showing no prior signs of structural fragility, the cafeteria floor rapidly crumbled, causing Junior Researcher Morel to descend into the sinkhole. Contact with Morel has yet to be made. Upon appearance of SCP-6668, all food product within the cafeteria, including substances mid-mastication or mid-digestion, rapidly putrefied. Preparations for human exploration of SCP-6668 are currently underway. ADDENDUM: SECURITY FOOTAGE + OPEN ADDENDUM + - CLOSE ADDENDUM - Foreword: The following is a transcription of footage obtained from the security cameras situated within Site-███'s cafeteria. The cafeteria is heavily populated; a busy breakfast service is underway. The Department of Agricultural Anomalies sits at one table, having a team breakfast. At the other end of the room, Senior Researcher Comtois points to his laptop screen as he addresses the junior staff sat besides him. A small, circular mark appears on the floor in the centre of the cafeteria. Site Director Hughes enters the cafeteria, and joins the queue for food. Junior Researcher Morel stands up from the table at which they are sat, and offers to return the food tray of their colleague, Junior Researcher Pelletier. The two kiss,2 and Morel makes his way across the room, to the tray return point. As he does so, he steps upon the black mark. Instantaneously, the floor gives way and collapses inward, marking the manifestation of SCP-6668. The hole rapidly expands, pulling down the surrounding flooring until it is 5m in diameter. Despite the nature of the collapse, the hole formed oval shaped with well-defined edges. Morel falls into SCP-6668. Those situated close to the anomaly quickly move away from it. Simultaneous to this, all food in the immediate vicinity rapidly decays. Food goods contained in the cafeteria's serving unit sprouts large amounts of fast growing mould. Several diners spit food from their mouths in haste, with the majority subsequently vomiting. Liquids released by the putrefaction flows off of plates. Adjusting to the situation, several staff members make their way to SCP-6668. On his way over, Senior Researcher Comtois slips in a puddle of decomposed food, landing badly on his back. Junior Researcher Pelletier leans over SCP-6668's edge, shouting for Junior Researcher Morel. Cameras located in the training auditorium, situated directly below the cafeteria, capture no anomalous activity during this period. The auditorium's ceiling shows no sign of damage or degradation. A new version of this page is available. Refresh? Footnotes 1. ONGOING SITUATION. INFORMATION BLACKOUT INITIATED. 2. HR records indicate Morel and Pelletier have been in an approved and vetted relationship for several years. |
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Booster probes are to be dispatched whenever necessary to keep SCP-6669 instances hidden behind suitable trans-Neptunian objects, this is considered priority Tau for Outer Solar System division. In the event that additional SCP-6669 instances are detected approaching the Sol system, emergency deployment of disposable probes is authorized to divert the instances away from the Sol system. Investigation into SCP-6669-1 is to be assigned priority Sigma for the Department of Extrasolar Activities. Approximate locations of SCP-6669 instances relative to inner Sol system objects, accurate to J2000 epoch. Description: SCP-6669 are massive solar sails, measuring larger than 100 kilometers in diameter, suspending an oblong payload approximately 1 kilometer long and 300 meters in diameter. Spectral analyses have determined that the objects are coated in reflective alumina layers on every surface, but exposed underlying material cannot be conclusively analyzed by current technology. There are three known instances of SCP-6669 in the Sol system, designated SCP-6669-A, -B, and -C. All of these instances are situated within the heliopause1, approximately 120 AU from Earth. All attempts to communicate with these instances have been unsuccessful. SCP-6669 instances carry large collections of dormant and active microorganisms within their payload, all capable of either thermosynthesis or radiosynthesis utilizing energy and nutrients emitted through unknown means from its core. Analysis of data obtained through scans and samples from micrometeorite cracks suggested that these microorganisms are capable of consuming a large breadth of material to support their complex internal ecosystem. It is hypothesized that if an instance of SCP-6669 is to be allowed to survive an impact or land on a suitable celestial body, these microorganisms would begin to convert the celestial body into a functional biosphere, presumably ideal for habitation of SCP-6669's creators. [REDACTED] star. Bright object to the upper right is irrelevant. SCP-6669-1 is a megastructure of presumed alien origin, located in [REDACTED] star system, ███ parsecs from the Sol system. SCP-6669-1 is comprised of a toroidal structure estimated to be at least 600 kilometers in diameter, and a cylindrical launch facility in its center measuring in excess of 1000 km. Approximately once every 3 years, instances of SCP-6669 are launched at near-light speed from the launch facility towards indeterminate targets. It is currently unknown how SCP-6669-1 chooses the target for these launches. Given the velocity of these launches and the construction of SCP-6669 instances, it is unknown whether any of their payloads could survive an impact with their targets or reasonably slow down to land using their sails alone. While SCP-6669-C was prevented from entering the Sol system by the Foundation, it is currently unknown why and how SCP-6669-A and SCP-6669-B failed to cross the Kuiper belt into the inner Sol system. Due to its distance, contact with SCP-6669-1 is currently impossible. Should the object attempt to make contact with human civilization, or should humanity expand in its direction, it would likely result in Scenario G-87 (Alien Thought Process, Mostly Peaceful) of Theoretical Human-Interstellar Civilization Contact Catalogue. Foundation astrophotography of SCP-6669-A and SCP-6669-B prior to 1990. Discovery: Prior to the launch of the Hubble Space Telescope in April 1990, the Foundation had only been aware of SCP-6669-A and SCP-6669-B instances as trans-Neptunian objects with unusually high albedo. The images and measurement captured from Hubble Space Telescope, and later Foundation Exospheric Nanosatellite Imaging system, confirmed that the instances are in fact further, and thus larger than previously thought. The newly formed Outer Solar System division was immediately tasked to research and conceal these instances. On January 20██, SCP-6669-C was detected approaching the Sol system by the Observatory for Relativistic and Luminal Anomalies. Emergency deployment of experimental probe equipped with Diminished Inertia Controlled Kinetic Energy Transducers was authorized to break the instance and prevent it from entering the inner Sol system. The probe succeeded in safely braking the instance into less than .001% the speed of light, preventing its entry to the Sol system. The instance then deployed its solar sail from its folded state. Artistic rendition of SCP-6669-C unfolding its solar sail. Proportion of the payload has been exaggerated. Using the data acquired from observation of SCP-6669-C, Predictive High-Interest Object Monitoring System calculated the trajectory it took and traced it back to the [REDACTED] star system, where subsequent observations detected the existence of SCP-6669-1. Footnotes 1. Region of space where the pressure of solar wind becomes equal to the pressure of the interstellar medium. Due to the Sol system's movement through the galaxy, the shape of this region is asymmetric, with regions at the direction of Sol's movement being closer to Sol than the opposite direction. |
SCP-6670 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter that includes parental abuse, cannibalism, forced social isolation, and body horror. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠️ content warning Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 6670 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo A polaroid taken of SCP-6670 in 2002 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-6670’s immovable status, Containment Site 86 is to be secured at all times with no civilians being allowed access. In addition to this, a concrete wall is to be erected around the area and maintained at all times in order to prevent passersby from noticing SCP-6670. No attempts are to be made to extract SCP-6670 from Containment Site 86 to avoid destroying or accidentally terminating the anomaly. All unusual noises emanating from within the site are to be noted and investigated at the discretion of the head researcher. Any individuals that are found to be investigating the area or are claiming to know “Melanie Parker'', "Jemma Parker", or "John Bates" are to be disinformed or amnesticized as necessary. Description: SCP-6670 is a large amorphous entity made of human flesh currently situated within the bedroom of a small and dilapidated pinewood house1 (hereafter designated as Containment Site 86) located in an impoverished neighborhood within Detroit, Michigan. As such, SCP-6670 is only accessible through the former doorway to the bedroom, and is currently known to be actively obstructing the room’s entrance. Due to the small dimensions of the room that SCP-6670 is located in, the subject is currently thought to fill the entire room, and is therefore estimated to be assuming an approximately rectangular shape measuring at least 216 cubic meters. How SCP-6670 came to be in this state is unknown, though it is thought that the anomaly possesses traits equivalent to extreme gigantism which may have contributed to its abnormal enlargement. According to X-ray scans conducted on Containment Site 86, SCP-6670’s spine is extremely contorted and is assumed to have grown along the dimensions of the structure, with puberty assumed to have accelerated the growing process significantly. How SCP-6670 survived such a traumatic and abnormal growth, as well as the original conditions of its entrapment is unknown. As of the time of writing, SCP-6670 is currently thought to be hibernating and has not been reported to be capable of locomotion or speech. According to the information gleaned from the video tapes of the subject’s mother in 2002 (see Addendum 6670.1), SCP-6670 is suspected to have or have had sapient intelligence roughly equating to that of a young developmentally impaired child. DNA testing done on samples extracted from SCP-6670 has identified the subject to be the female offspring of Melanie Parker, a woman of European descent originally from Texas. As of the time of writing, the body of Melanie Parker has not yet been found. Addendum 6670.1: The following file is the video journal of Melanie Parker, taken from the tapes located on her desk shortly after the discovery of SCP-6670 on March 13th, 2002. The tapes have been organized into their approximate chronological order. A transcription is available below. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEMMA! 1988 [An infant lays down on a cushion. She is seen cooing, looking up towards the individual holding the camera.] Parker: “Who’s a birthday girl? Come on Jem, whose birthday is it today?” [The infant laughs.] Parker: “You, Jemma! Youuu!” [Parker’s hand moves into the frame to tickle the infant.] Parker: “Happy birthday, honey! Smile for Mommy, Jemmy! Smile for Mommy!” [The infant smiles widely again.] Parker: “Oh that’s a cute smiiile! Who’s your Mommy, Jemmy? Who’s your Mommy?” [The infant’s eyes are transfixed on Parker as she looks up. She moves her arms up and down as she laughs again.] Parker: “That’s right, Jemmy! It’s meee!” [Parker clears her throat] Parker: "Alright, let's sing the birthday song, okay?" [The infant's eyes remain transfixed on Parker.] Parker: "Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, happy birthday…" [The infant giggles again.] Parker: "Happy birthday to you! Yaay! Happy first birthday, Jemma!" [Parker tickles the infant. The infant begins to laugh again.] [The recording ends] JOB INTERVIEW PRACTICE TAPE [Approximately 1990] [The tape displays Melanie Parker in formal attire. Her clothes evidently have holes that have been unskillfully sewn shut with dark blue thread. Her black hair is pulled back in a bun behind her head. She waves at the camera with a smile. She is obviously apprehensive.] [Parker clears her throat.] Parker: “Hoo. Okay.” [Parker smiles again.] Parker: “Uh… hello! My name is Melanie Jamie G. Parker, and I am applying as an intern to the Walter Media Broadcasting Company.” [Parker blinks a few times and visibly swallows.] Parker: “I am a confident young woman living in Detroit, Michigan. Having turned eighteen yesterday, I want to… uhh…” [Parker stalls. She is seen looking down.] Parker: “Um… con-contribute to the world by learning how to become a news r-reporter for your…” [Parker is still looking down.] Parker: “For your esteemed o-orginazation-“ [She shakes her head.] Parker: “Organization, I mean.” [She laughs nervously.] [An infant is heard crying in the background. Parker immediately hunches.] Parker: “Goddamnit.” [She looks over her shoulder.] Parker: “I’m coming, Jemma!” [Parker leans over the desk to end the recording.] [The recording ends.] LETTER TO MY FAMILY [CUT THIS] [Approximately 1990] [Melanie Parker is seen crying. She is shown to be wearing a loose white blouse.] Parker: “Mom. Dad. Betty. You’re… you’re probably wondering why I’m gone. Uh… fuck.” [Parker breathes in deeply. Her eyes are red.] Parker: “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry about everything, about that night with John, about the party, about stealing… stealing your money…” [Silence for five seconds. Parker begins to tear up. She wipes her tears away.] Parker: “I just wanted to say again how much I love you all. Betty, with your pink shoes and your… c-caring attitude. Um… Mom, the way you smile lights up my day, even when you’re… quiet. Dad… uh… Dad…” [Silence for fifteen seconds. Parker closes her eyes and grits her teeth. Anger is evident on her face.] [She suppresses her anger.] Parker: “You’re uh… you’re probably wondering why I’m sending this to you, after two years. Thing is uh…” [Parker scratches her head. She is looking away from the camera.] Parker: “The money’s gone, mom. Dad. I’ve tried applying and applying to so many jobs, but… I can barely make ends meet. I can’t sleep at night… and… Jemma…” Parker: “She’s getting really big, Ma. Bigger than… any girl should be at two. She’s outgrowing all of the clothes I give her, and… I want you to…” [She begins to sob. She attempts to restrain it by biting her lip.] Parker: “I want you to take…” [She looks toward the doorway. Her lip is quivering.] [She holds her gaze for 8 seconds. She looks back towards the camera.] [Her face hardens. She leans forward.] Parker: “No. No. No. No. You know what?” [Parker’s voice gets louder. She is shaking her head as she speaks.] Parker: “F-fuck you. Fuck you all. I’m keeping Jemma, and not you or your belt or… or you saying how ‘ruined’ I am is going to stop me.” [Parker sniffles. She looks up and takes a few deep breaths.] Parker: “G-god. I’ve been wanting to say those words for such a long time. I’m tired of living under your fucking roof. I want to fucking go, and fucking live on my own. You will never find me, and you will never find Jemma. Make sure to… to… go home and stay there. I’m so goddamn tired of all of you, and I’m so goddamn tired of being so fucking scared and fucking… fuck…” [Parker breathes in deeply again. Her body is quaking, presumably with anger.] [She moves to speak again, but refrains to regain her composure.] Parker: “You uh… You should’ve seen how happy Jemma and I were, how nice life is out here. The sun’s so much fucking brighter, there’s no… no fighting. No screaming. No… crying. I took my daughter and I left all of you and I am happy.” [Parker smiles. Tears are still falling from her eyes.] [The cries of a toddler are heard in the background. Parker looks behind her to a doorway situated on her right.] Parker [faint]: “God, she’s awake again. Jemma? Mommy will be with you in a sec, okay?” [Parker moves out of frame again, and towards the doorway.] Parker [faintly]: “Shh… it’s alright. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re safe with Mommy. You’re safe with Mommy.” [EXTRANEOUS TRANSCRIPT OMITTED] [The recording ends.] [The tape is unlabeled.] [Approximately 1990] [The tape shows SCP-6670 playing within their bedroom. SCP-6670 is shown shouting with glee, with her blonde hair being long and unkempt. Despite her estimated age of two, she is presumed to be as tall as 121.9 cm2. Parker is assumed to be holding the video camera.] SCP-6670: “Mommy! Mommy! Watch!” [SCP-6670 begins to run around the small bedroom. She is holding her arms perpendicularly to one another.] SCP-6670: “I’m airplane, Mommy!” Parker: “I can see that, Jem. What does the airplane say?” SCP-6670: “Arooooo!” Parker: “Good girl, Jem. Now, I want you to-” [The sound of a ringing telephone is heard.] Parker: “Agh.” [Parker immediately puts the camera down and places it on her bed, pointing towards SCP-6670. She is heard walking to the telephone and picking it up.] Parker [faintly]: “Melanie Parker speaking. Who is this?” [As Parker speaks on the telephone, SCP-6670 enters a small hole within the wall of the bedroom. She is seen excitedly moving out of sight.] SCP-6670: “Mommy, lookie here!” [Parker makes no indication that she has heard SCP-6670. She continues talking unintelligibly.] [Thirty seconds pass. Parker is heard shouting with glee. She is heard putting down the telephone before moving into the room and into frame. She is seen looking around in search of SCP-6670.] Parker: “Jemma? Where are you?” [Three seconds pass.] Parker: “Honey?” SCP-6670 [from within the wall]: “I’m here, Mommy!” [Parker immediately moves to the hole in the wall. She is seen talking into the hole.] Parker: “Jemma? Can you get out for me please?” [There is silence on the other side of the wall.] Parker [nervously]: “Jemma? Jemmy? I told you not to go in there, right? Come out, honey!” [Five seconds pass.] Parker: “Jemma Louise, if you do not come out in the count of three, I will-” SCP-6670: “I’m in a tunnel, Mommy-” Parker: “One,” [One second passes.] Parker: “Two,” [One second passes.] Parker: “Two and a half,” [One second passes.] Parker: “Thr-” [A loud cracking sound is heard. SCP-6670 screams.] Parker [shouting]: “Jemma?!” [Parker moves her head into the hole.] [SCP-6670 begins crying in pain.] Parker: “Jemma, honey?!” SCP-6670: “Mama, it hurts!” Parker: “Jemma, are you okay?!” SCP-6670: “Mama, it hurts so much!” [Parker moves further into the hole. Only her lower half can be seen.] Parker: “Tell me what hurts, honey, please!” [SCP-6670 begins to cry louder. She makes no intelligible response.] Parker [sobbing]: “I’ll get help, okay? Just hang on there, honey, hang on for me okay?” [SCP-6670 continues to cry as Parker extracts herself from the hole and begins to run outside.] [EXTRANEOUS TRANSCRIPT REMOVED] [The door opens fifteen minutes later. Parker returns with a young man of Asian-American descent, later identified to be John Bates, a neighbor of Parker, who is carrying a rope. SCP-6670 has ceased crying.] Parker: “She’s just through here!” [Bates stops to the side of Parker as she kneels down.] Bates: “Jesus Christ, Mel. How’d she get in there?” [Parker moves her head back into the hole.] Parker: “Honey, are you okay?” SCP-6670 [hoarsely]: “Mommy, get me out please, Mommy. Mommy, please.” Parker [crying]: “Mr. John is going to help, okay, honey? He has a rope and he’ll throw it to you. We’ll pull, and… and you hold on, okay?” [Parker moves out of the hole, with Bates kneeling down to replace her. He places the rope in his hands and begins to prepare to throw it to SCP-6670.] Bates: “Okay, Jem, on the count of three, I’ll throw this, okay?” [SCP-6670 doesn’t respond.] Bates: “One, two, three!” [Bates throws the rope.] Bates: “Do you have it, kid?” [There is no response.] Parker: “Jemma-” Bates: “She’s pulling. She’s pulling. Grab the rope, Mel.” [Parker takes hold of the rope.] Bates: “On the count of three, pull, alright?” [Parker nods.] Bates: “One, two, three, pull!” [Both Parker and Bates begin to pull. They are grunting with effort.] Parker: “Jemma, are you coming out?” Bates: “She’s not budging. Pull harder. Now!” [Parker and Bates continue to pull, but to no avail.] SCP-6670 [weakly]: “Mama, I can’t go. I’m stuck, Mama.” [Bates slowly begins to pull less and less. Parker continues to pull, grunting with effort.] Bates: “Mel.” [Parker continues to pull.] Parker: “We’ll get you out, honey, just hang on!” Bates [shouting]: “MEL!” [Parker slowly begins to stop pulling. Tears are running down her face. She is shaking her head.] Parker: “No. No. Not my baby. There has to be something we can do.” Bates: “We’re going to need-” Parker: “What? Need what? My daughter is stuck in there and we can’t-” [Bates grabs hold of Parker’s shoulders.] Bates [shouting]: “WE CAN’T GET HER OUT OURSELVES, MEL! YOU’RE NOT FUCKING THINKING STRAIGHT!” [Parker freezes. Her eyes remain transfixed on Bates’ face.] Bates [resigned]: “We’ll… um… we'll need some additional help, Mel.” [Parker remains unresponsive] Parker: “I… I…” Bates: “We have to call 911, or… or… something. I don’t fucking know, we’re the only ones on this goddamn street. In this part of the goddamn neighborhood. I'd get my sledgehammer out, but she's too far in… and the house might collapse.” Parker [weakly]: “Can’t we call the Fire Department? Don’t they… get people out?” [Bates lets go of Parker’s shoulders. He moves outside of the frame. The sounds of Bates picking up the telephone and dialing are heard.] Bates [faintly]: “Hello?” Parker [faintly]: “Anything?” [Three seconds pass. Bates puts down the telephone in frustration.] Bates [faintly]: “Fuck. Forgot it was Devil’s Night. Lines are all full.” Parker [faintly]: “Wait, so…” Bates [faintly]: “Jemma will have to last the night. We can’t get her the help she needs with people roving the streets. It’s… fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Parker [faintly]: “She needs a doctor, John! My daughter is going to… to… and…” [Parker begins to whimper.] Bates [faintly]: “It won’t come to that, Mel, alright? Just… just trust me. Once we get ahold of 911, we can get her out, and when we get her out, we can give her the help she needs, okay?” Parker [faintly]: “I don’t have any money, John. I only have six dollars in my wallet. I can’t pay for whatever she needs. And… and what if they know that I’m a girl living on my own? They’ll take her away, John. They’ll take her fucking away.” Bates [shouting]: “Then what do you want, Mel?! Do you want your daughter to die?! At this point, I’d fucking say that I care more for her than you fucking do. She’ll die if we leave her there, Mel. We can’t leave her there.” [Silence persists for two minutes.] Bates [faintly]: “I’m sorry I shouted. It’s just that… fuck, your own goddamn daughter is stuck inside there and can't get out. Stop thinking about yourself and think about her. You say you have family in Texas, right?” [Three seconds pass.] Parker [faintly]: “No. No. Not them, fuck, please, not them.” [Four seconds pass.] Bates [faintly]: “I’m sorry, Mel, but….” [Five seconds pass. The sound of a door is heard opening.] Bates [faintly]: “I’m uh… I'm going to get my bike and head to the fire department. They’ll go over here and-” [Bates ceases speaking.] Parker [faintly, sobbing]: “I’m so sorry, John. I’m so… fucking sorry.” [Seven seconds pass.] [A loud thud is heard.] [The door opens, then closes after several seconds. It opens again thirty minutes later.] [Parker walks into frame. Her clothes are bloody, and her eyes are red. Dirt and grease are caked on her hands and pants3. She looks at the camera for several seconds.] [She wordlessly kneels down and sticks her head into the hole.] SCP-6670 [weakly]: “Mama?” Parker [softly]: “Mama’s here, honey. Don’t worry.” [Parker sniffles] Parker: “Mama will take care of you.” [EXTRANEOUS TRANSCRIPT REMOVED] HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEMMA 1991 [The video is presumably taken from within the interior of the wall. A small lava lamp has been placed within, which illuminates the small space. A small cupcake with a candle has been placed on the floor in front of SCP-6670, who lays prone on the ground. She is smiling. Her shoulders encompass the entire small length of the wall. Her estimated height from the video is 152.4 cm4. Parker is out of frame, and presumably behind the camera.] Parker [singing]: “Happy birthday, Jemma! Happy birthday, Jemma! Happy birthday, happy birthday… happy birthday Jemma!” [SCP-6670 smiles. She is noted to be paler than in previous tapes.] Parker [joyfully]: “Blow the candle for me, honey! Blow the candle!” [SCP-6670 blows on the candle, extinguishing it. Parker claps.] Parker: “Happy third birthday, honey!” [Parker’s right arm moves into frame to embrace SCP-6670. SCP-6670 is seen giggling with joy.] [The recording ends] HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEMMA 1993 [Like the previous tape, the video is taken within the interior of the wall. SCP-6670 is now seen to be much closer to the camera, and looks visibly ill. Her eyes look to be drooping. The growth of her shoulders seem to be hindered by the limits of the space that she is in. She is smiling tiredly. A larger cake with five candles is seen in front of her.] Parker: “Happy fifth birthday, Jemma!” SCP-6670 [weakly]: “Thank you, Mommy.” [Parker leans over to give SCP-6670 a kiss on the forehead. SCP-6670 weakly smiles back.] Parker: “I love you so much, honey, did you know that?” SCP-6670: “I love you too, Mommy.” [A rumbling is heard.] SCP-6670: “I’m hungry, Mommy. Can we eat now?” [Parker is heard restraining a sob. She is obviously trying to sound happy.] Parker: “In a bit, honey, alright? Mommy’s going to get your food now.” [Parker moves out of the hole, taking the camera with her.] [The recording ends.] HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEMMA 1997 [SCP-6670’s face now encompasses the entire hole. She has no discernible head. Extrapolated from her previous growth, she is now estimated to be close to 211 cm5 tall, but may be larger. She is no longer smiling. The lava lamp and cake, the latter of which is now bigger, have been moved to the front of the hole. Parker is seen in the frame, kneeling next to SCP-6670.] Parker [singing]: “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, happy birthday… happy birthday to-” SCP-6670 [weakly]: “Mommy, can I eat now?” Parker: “Wait a second, honey, we have to finish the birthday song first, okay?” SCP-6670: “Mommy, please, I’m hungry.” Parker [singing]: “Happy birthday to-” SCP-6670: “Mommy, please.” Parker [singing while beginning to sob.]: “-you, happy birthday to you,” SCP-6670 [shouting]: “MOMMY PLEASE!” [Parker ceases singing. She looks at SCP-6670, frozen. She is visibly crying.] Parker [crying]: “I’m sorry.” [Parker walks out of frame.] SCP-6670: “Mommy?” [SCP-6670 attempts to inch forward. Her face is unable to fit through the hole. A few bones are heard audibly clicking. SCP-6670 winces in pain.] SCP-6670 [beginning to sob]: “Mommy?” [EXTRANEOUS TRANSCRIPT REMOVED] [The tape is unlabelled, and was only extracted from the video recorder upon the discovery of SCP-6670. It is estimated to have been recorded in 2001.] [Parker is seen crying outside the door to her bedroom. To the side, a mattress has been set out for her. A large double-decker cake has been set out beside her. Audible cracking is heard throughout the house for the entire recording.] Parker [crying and singing softly]: ”Happy birthday to you…” SCP-6670 [faintly]: “Mommy? Mommy, I’m hungry.” Parker [crying and singing softly]: ”Happy birthday to you…” [A louder crack is heard. The ceiling is presumably beginning to collapse.] SCP-6670 [faintly]: “It hurts so much, Mommy.” [Parker suppresses her sobs and continues singing.] Parker: “Happy birthday, happy birthday…” SCP-6670 [faintly]: “I don’t wanna fall, Mommy. I don’t wanna fall.” Parker: “Happy birthday to…” [Parker stops. Her head is leaning on the door. Her gaze is frozen.] [Silence is heard for several minutes. The cracking is heard getting louder and louder.] Parker [continuing to cry]: “Y…” SCP-6670 [faintly]: “Mommy, please help me, Mommy. I’m so scared, Mommy.” [Parker’s eyes widen. Her breaths begin to quicken. She covers her mouth and closes her eyes as she continues to cry.] [The sound of the ceiling collapsing gets louder.] SCP-6670 [faintly]: “I’m starting to fall, Mommy. My back hurts so much. My back hurts so much, Mommy.” [Parker begins to hyperventilate. SCP-6670 continues to call out.] [Part of the ceiling is heard giving under the weight of SCP-6670.] SCP-6670 [screaming]: “MOMMY!” [At once, Parker opens the door to run into the room. The camera is tipped over. We are only able to see the ceiling, which is full of cracks.] [A loud crash is heard, presumably part of SCP-6670 falling through the ceiling.] Parker [faintly]: “I’ll catch you, honey! I’ll catch you!” [Louder and louder cracks are heard as the ceiling of the entire bedroom begins to collapse.] SCP-6670 [screaming]: “MOMMY HELP ME!” [The ceiling collapses. SCP-6670 presumably falls into the bedroom. The sounds of bones snapping are heard.] [Silence for five minutes.] SCP-6670 [crying]: “Mommy? Mommy, are you there? Mommy, it hurts so much.” [SCP-6670 continues to cry for the remaining four-hour length of the tape.] [The recording ends.] Discovery Log: Shortly after the presumed date of the recording of the last tape, Foundation authorities were alerted to SCP-6670 when a passerby noted the residence to be “breathing”. A Foundation agent was then sent to the scene, with subsequent containment staff being called in several hours later. Containment measures were then implemented and Containment Site 86 erected to monitor SCP-6670. As of now, it is suspected that SCP-6670 alone contributes to the stability of much of the structure. Update 6670 - 11/19/2005: An unusual sound has been reported emanating from Containment Site 86, presumed to have been produced by SCP-6670. Investigation into the structure is pending. + Incident Log 6670 - 11/25/2005 - Hide Incident Log 6670 - 11/25/2005: Following the occurrence of the extraordinary incident on November 25, 2005, a record of the events has been included below. Foreword: The following record of events was taken from the security camera placed in front of the door of the bedroom where SCP-6670 resides. <Begin Log> {19:57: The wall of SCP-6670’s flesh has been recorded to be moving slowly.} {20:35: SCP-6670 continues to move.} {20:40: The flesh close to the doorway begins to withdraw inexplicably.} {20:45: A sound similar to scraping is heard.} {20:47: The fingers of an unseen right hand are seen appearing on the side of the left side of the doorway.} {20:48: The beginnings of a head are seen moving into view, possessing blonde hair which is falling out in patches. It continues to move.} {20:49: A red, bloodshot eye is seen. It is placed far higher on its head than normal for a human. It is seen moving slowly, presumably to survey the room.} {20:50: Another eye and its nose are seen. The eye is covered in cataracts, and is moving faster than the other eye. It continues to survey the room. Its nose is broken in places, with the bridge slanting to the right of its face. The scraping sound continues.} {20:50: SCP-6670’s mouth is seen. It is surrounded by several strings of rotting flesh and caked with blood. The teeth are rotten, consistent with typical patterns of tooth decay. A clump of black hair clings to the side of its lower lip.} {20:51: SCP-6670 is heard speaking. The camera registers the sound as similar to ”Mama, I’m so sorry.” Its voice is that of a young girl.} <End Log> Footnotes 1. As typical of houses of this nature, the structure is made out of hollow cavity walls. 2. 4 feet. 3. 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SCP-6671 | euclid | Still image from Expedition Log 6671. Item #: SCP-6671 Special Containment Procedures: Observation of SCP-6671 is to be carried out at the Institute of Solar & Celestial Physics in Abu Simbel, Egypt. This institution is a cover for the Foundation, and can function as a Class-3 Emergency Refugee Bunker during a security breach or World-Ending event. Daily spectroscopic analysis is to be performed to determine the current location of SCP-6671, and bi-weekly coronographs are to be used to cross-reference available data. If SCP-6671 ever becomes visible outside of its usual orbit, Procedure 313-Supernova must be carried out immediately.1 When SCP-6671 becomes visible on September ██, it is imperative that it is viewed exclusively by members of the Foundation. Description: SCP-6671 is a white dwarf star that appears in the night sky above the Nubian Desert every year on September ██. This astronomical event is visible for approximately 24 hours, during which time it can only be seen from a specific North-by-Northwest section of the Nubian Desert (22.33° N, 31.62° E to 22.51° N, 30.73° E). Based on the Earth’s general orbital inclination, SCP-6671 should be visible from a much greater distance.2 Furthermore, the star appears much larger than it should be given its distance from Earth: observers have described it as a radiant ball of soft light larger than the moon. SCP-6671-1 is a hallucination of an Egyptian woman wearing a horned crown with a five-pointed star. SCP-6671-1 appears exactly seven hours after the conclusion of the initial SCP-6671 event.3 It is only visible to individuals who witnessed SCP-6671. Despite being a hallucination, SCP-6671-1 displays obvious sentience and awareness. Concurrent with this manifestation, three individuals who viewed SCP-6671 will disappear suddenly. It is not known how SCP-6671-1 selects these individuals. Chosen individuals will reappear within SCP-6671-2. SCP-6671-1 will remain visible until the “ritual” within SCP-6671-2 is completed (see Exploration Log for more details). If any individuals within SCP-6671-2 die or use anomalous means to escape SCP-6671-2, SCP-6671-1 will de-manifest without further incident. Individuals within SCP-6671-2 are believed to be unrecoverable once SCP-6671-1 de-manifests. SCP-6671-2 is a drained desert basin with a stone circle constructed in the center of it. The basin is surrounded by dimensionally unstable savannah that "shifts" between random locations. These locations appear to be associated with former participants in the ritual (see Expedition Log 6671 for more information). The basin, as well as the stone circle within it, comprise the only dimensionally stable location in SCP-6671-2. Based on information gathered in Expedition Log 6671, it is believed that SCP-6671-2 is an alternate version of Nabta Playa4 existing outside of baseline reality. SCP-6671-2 does not appear to serve any purpose outside of the ritual. There does not appear to be any way to access SCP-6671-2 outside of the above parameters. Discovery: During the first documented sighting of SCP-6671 on 09/██/2006, a Foundation response team was dispatched to Abu Simbel to administer amnestics on the population and assess the nature of the anomaly. As the response team arrived during SCP-6671, a large body of Foundation personnel bore witness to the event. Seven hours later, SCP-6671-1 manifested at the Site-11 Headquarters’ second floor presentation room, during a scheduled briefing regarding the event.5 SCP-6671-1 remained in the Site-11 presentation room for 17 days, at which point it de-manifested without incident. The room was modified as a temporary containment cell during this time. Entity was non-hostile and moved infrequently. It displayed a limited capacity for communication, responding with one-word sentences and stalling as if distracted. + View SCP-6671-1 Partial Interview Log - Close SCP-6671-1 Partial Interview Log L. Nocebo: How did you find this location? SCP-6671-1: (unresponsive) L. Nocebo: Are you alive? Can you understand me? SCP-6671-1: …separation… L. Nocebo: I don't understand. Are we being separated by something? SCP-6671-1: …I walked. L. Nocebo: You walked here? That's not possible. We would have seen you. SCP-6671-1: …no… SCP-6671-1: (long pause) SCP-6671-1: …sorry. SCP-6671-1: …distracting… SCP-6671-1: Three things… at once… L. Nocebo: What is three things at once? SCP-6671-1: …I am. It was later determined that one member of personnel (Agent M. Tmesis, Clearance Level 2) and two Nubian civilians had disappeared. The time of their disappearances coincided with SCP-6671-1's manifestation. Due to the confusion surrounding the initial event, this connection was not made until after SCP-6671-1's de-manifestation, rendering questioning impossible. Agent Tmesis has never been recovered, and is assumed KIA. After this connection was discovered, the Institute of Solar & Celestial Physics was established in order to prepare for next year's event. During the subsequent event on 09/██/2007, all personnel in the area were recalled to the Institute and fitted with battery-powered cameras and microphones, waterskins, and trail rations. Shortly thereafter, three members of Foundation personnel disappeared. See Expedition Log 6671 for more information. Expedition Log 6671: + Access File: Expedition Log 6671 - Close File: Expedition Log 6671 Seven hours after the 2007 event, three personnel disappeared from the Institute of Solar & Celestial Physics: Agent S. Fakhoury, Dr. A. Kraken, and D-23545 (real name Tyrone ███████). Personnel entered SCP-6671-2 with nothing but the small amount of rations they were given and a single camera. Due to time and resource constraints, Dr. Kraken and D-23545 were not given cameras or microphones prior to being transported. It was later revealed that Agent Fakhoury's camera was not turned on at the beginning of the mission, due to dangerous conditions caused by the "shifts." As a result, the team spent an unknown amount of days navigating the anomaly unmonitored. The team spent this time walking towards a manifestation of SCP-6671 that appeared in the sky during each "shift." Given the unusual nature of this expedition, the informal dialogue herein is excused. <Begin Log> [Footage starts at ground level in a dark forest. Only the outline of the trees can be seen. A light source (SCP-6671) emanates from the upper right of the frame. No people are visible. The edges of the picture are faded, as if seen through a filter.] S. Fakhoury: —and refracts the light back. That’s why the picture is reversed, you see, inside of the camera. The pinhole lets in the light, which is then reflected on the inner wall of the box. It is extremely similar to how the human eye works. D-23545: I'm surprised you didn't drop it in that snowy place. S. Fakhoury: No, but I nearly did as much a couple shifts ago. That place with all the garbage, where it was raining? D-23545: Yeah, I remember. Did you see me biff it down that hill? There was this really sharp piece of metal sticking out of the trash and I was sliding towards it, but we shifted again before I hit it. S. Fakhoury: We’ve had good luck, all considered. Let's hope I haven't jinxed it by finally turning on the camera. D-23545: You really think following the star is gonna get us somewhere? S. Fakhoury: It's the only constant in this place. [Footsteps approach from behind the camera.] D-23545: I’ve been in tests that took me to… other places. Places like this. Usually, people don't come back. S. Fakhoury: And usually agents don't have casual chats with D-Class. Stranger things have happened, so look on the bright side. You could potentially go back to a normal life after all this. D-23545: At least one of us is being positive. [A pair of boots step into the right side of the frame.] A. Kraken: It’s moving north. We should get going. [The team navigates through the forest for approximately 15 minutes, moving north. Agent Fakhoury holds the camera facing forward: Dr. Kraken and D-23545 can be seen moving intermittently.] [A “shift” occurs approximately 18 minutes into the footage. Details are difficult to discern due to limited visibility. There is a sudden effect of bright light that blows out the camera. The forest is no longer visible when the image refocuses; it has been replaced with the interior wall of a palace.6] S. Fakhoury: Oh— D-23545: It’s— A. Kraken: Great God in Hell. D-23545: Part of the wall… S. Fakhoury: I should get the camera on this. You two continue, I’ll keep up. [The view from the camera shifts as Agent Fakhoury places it on the ground. The same light source seen in the forest, SCP-6671, is visible at the top of the palace’s north wall. Dr. Kraken and D-23545 can be seen walking towards it.] [Agent Fakhoury lifts the camera from behind. He focuses on SCP-6671. It appears as if it is fixed in front of, or fused to, the far wall of the palace. Agent Fakhoury holds the camera steady for a prolonged period. By the time he moves again, SCP-6671 has shrunk noticeably.] [He picks up the camera and jogs to catch up to the others. SCP-6671 appears to grow larger (i.e. closer) but the wall of the palace does not.] [The team continues to move in the direction of SCP-6671. The anomaly maintains its size, suggesting that it is moving away from the team at a pace equivalent to their own. The far wall of the palace never gets closer.] [After approximately three hours, the camera is whited out again by another “shift.” The team are now standing in Site-11's second floor presentation room.7 SCP-6671 is in the far corner, on the wall. Relative to the camera, the star is in the same location it was prior to the shift.] A. Kraken: (looking around) Are we back? D-23545: I dunno, has there always been a giant star in the corner? A. Kraken: Oh - shut up. I was facing the other way. S. Fakhoury: Didn't an agent go missing during last year's event? A. Kraken: Tmesis, yeah. S. Fakhoury: I wonder if this has something to do with him. [The team continues walking in the direction of SCP-6671. As in the palace, the far wall of the presentation room never grows closer.] <EXTRANEOUS DATA EXPUNGED> A. Kraken: I wonder if I could get out into the hall by going the opposite direction. D-23545: Why? A. Kraken: There's taps out there. The water is probably anomalous, but it's better than nothing. D-23545: …There has to be something else we can do. A. Kraken: We could always test it on a D-Class. Oh wait! [Silence.] S. Fakhoury: …Tyrone, it must be said… we’re far from the shore here. We’ll be lucky if we return… entirely ourselves. Or at all. D-23545: I know. I know that. I’ve thought about that. A. Kraken: We already ran out of food. Our only light is the damn star, so there’s no way to count the days. And all we’ve been doing this whole time is walking. [Silence.] A. Kraken: We’re just trying to be realistic. [The following hour of footage features various attempts to exit the presentation room by walking away from the star. In all cases, the walls of the presentation room never appear to get closer to anyone approaching them.] [After approximately 28 hours, there is another “shift.” The team is now standing at the top of a sand dune, in the middle of a desert. It is daytime. SCP-6671 has disappeared.] A. Kraken: Oh, shitting Jesus. D-23545: Really… is he now…? S. Fakhoury: There’s a person up ahead. [The team approaches a figure standing at the top of the next dune. The figure is not observed to move at any point during their 15-minute approach. As they get closer, the camera picks up the figure’s horned crown. It is SCP-6671-1.] SCP-6671-1: I greet you. You are the Pharaohs? Welcome, the star basin awaits. S. Fakhoury: Star basin? SCP-6671-1: Don't worry, it is not far now. The trip back is far shorter. You will like it! [SCP-6671-1 laughs.] A. Kraken: Ominous. D-23525: Maybe it’s less of an ominous laugh, and more like a comforting laugh, you know? S. Fakhoury: Was that supposed to be a joke? [The team begins following the entity. The sand dunes level out ahead. Unbeknownst to them, they are approaching the basin in the center of SCP-6671-2.] SCP-6671-1: Welcome again, thank you for joining me. You are the Pharaohs now. S. Fakhoury: We’re scientists, and operatives, and (he looks at D-23545) …and others. We aren’t Pharaohs. SCP-6671-1: Only Pharaohs come to Renpet.8 There are no Pharaohs anymore. It is my duty to pick new ones for Renpet. You may not be true Pharaohs, but you are close enough. A. Kraken: Is that where we are? SCP-6671-1: Renpet is a celebration! We will banish the old world, and call in the new one. We will say goodbye to the Pyramids, and hello to the Foundations. S. Fakhoury: Your "celebration" has gotten people killed. SCP-6671-1: It isn't mine. It's yours. Would you prefer to call it a ritual? A. Kraken: An Ancient Egyptian pharaoh ritual. (to D-23545) You go first. D-23545: Oh, boo, hiss. [Abruptly, the sand drops away. Beneath it is the edge of a manmade water basin. SCP-6671-1 turns sharply and begins walking along the edge of the basin. A sloped path leading into it is visible ahead.] SCP-6671-1: I am sorry you had to spend so long in the separation.9 But the real Pharaohs did not make me walk so far. S. Fakhoury: Because they were in Abu Simbel? SCP-6671-1: (nodding) They built temples for me. S. Fakhoury: Those were for Ramses. SCP-6671-1: Yes. He came with me to the basin once, as all the great Pharaohs do. But you come from a faraway place. “Site-11.” Is this how cities are named now? A. Kraken: Might as well be. SCP-6671-1: I was afraid you would not make it through the separation. No one has for a long time. The Pharaohs came here every year. They would help me celebrate the new year, and I would bless them in turn. But after they left there was no one who understood the tradition. S. Fakhoury: You mean there was no one who could survive it. They would die along the way, or fail to follow the star. SCP-6671-1: It is so. The pieces of them circle around this basin. Memories lost in the separation. I tried every year, but it made me sad to see them fail. So I stopped trying. It has been a long time since Renpet was last held. A. Kraken: Until last year. SCP-6671-1: Last year, yes! I would not have bothered coming this year, but for one of those would-be Pharaohs. He died just outside the basin. He got farther than I had seen in centuries. It was sad, but the kind of sad that carries hope within it. So I came back. And you are here! I made the right choice. S. Fakhoury: Yes, well, a lot has changed since then. There are people dedicated to studying the star now. A. Kraken: Us. SCP-6671-1: A new Kingdom, yes. You will show the rest of your Kingdom how it works when you return, yes? And they will come to see me next year? S. Fakhoury: The purpose of our… "kingdom" is to look after beings like you. We have very strict protocol we follow, but in any case I'm sure you'll be seeing more of us. SCP-6671-1: I hear my brother has found a new Kingdom of his own. We were both dogs, once, companions of men, but he took after it more than I. He wanted me to leave with him, but I could not bear to abandon the basin. A. Kraken: And now? SCP-6671-1: Now I must be three places at once. My Lord's Eye, the basin, my own body… I am the only one left who knows how to be all of them. So it is! Someone has to invite the new year. S. Fakhoury: Hang on, you're saying you are the star. You are the basin. SCP-6671-1: You understand. I am glad. S. Fakhoury: I’m not certain I do. SCP-6671-1: In truth, nor am I. Your Kingdom has many rules. Many rules can be dangerous. Rules take time to understand. A. Kraken: Rules take experience to understand. SCP-6671-1: Which is why it is good that we’re here. [The team follows SCP-6671-1 into the center of the basin. It is dusk. They enter a stone circle thirty (30) meters in diameter comprised of twenty-eight (28) large stones, with six stones arranged in the center.] [SCP-6671-1 paces the perimeter of the stone circle seven (7) times. It indicates with one hand each of the team members, and then gestures to a spot where each of them should stand.] [After some hesitation, all three team members do as instructed. Before moving to his position, Agent Fakhoury places the camera outside the circle, facing the center.] SCP-6671-1: Now, in the traditional ways of the Cat and the Cattle, we shall celebrate the dawn of a new year. [All three team members visibly tense. There is a moment of silence.] [SCP-6671-1 begins dancing.10] S. Fakhoury: Oh— A. Kraken: What? SCP-6671-1: Dance with me, Pharaohs. A. Kraken: What? D-23545: Okay, come on. This is a joke, right? [SCP-6671-1 continues dancing.] A. Kraken: We’ve been walking for what must have been weeks. We can’t just… D-23545: There's no way we went through all that just to… [SCP-6671-1 continues dancing.] D-23545: Right? Guys? Right? [S. Fakhoury slowly turns to look at the other two. There is a pause. He shrugs.] [The expedition team has been dancing for approximately 2:33 minutes.] A. Kraken: I’m not tired. D-23545: Yeah—not even out of breath. S. Fakhoury: Can you hear the music yet? D-23545: What? No. A. Kraken: It just started. The drums, there’s so many… [Microphone does not pick up any music at any time during the dance.] <3:47 ELAPSED> [All three expedition members begin dancing in unison with SCP-6671-1, using the same choreography. No comment is made on this change.] <6:21 ELAPSED> A. Kraken: Saeed, I don’t think I can stop. S. Fakhoury: Nor me. At least we aren’t in pain. <7:55 ELAPSED> A. Kraken: I can’t—how are we moving like this? I’ve never moved like this before. <12:41 ELAPSED> S. Fakhoury: Out of breath yet? A. Kraken: Not at all. You? S. Fakhoury: (laughing) I could sing along. <15:50 ELAPSED> A Kraken: You okay? Tyrone? (pause) Tyrone? D-23545: Huh? Sorry. I’m sorry. The music kicked in. I was just listening. Oh my God, are we still dancing? A. Kraken: You didn’t notice? D-23545: I was just… listening. <21:21 ELAPSED> A. Kraken: I think I could do this forever. I think I want to do this forever. S. Fakhoury: Kraken? D-23545: It’s hard to describe, I know. A. Kraken: It’s good. It feels good. I’m so full of energy. Everything is so close. I can feel it in every part of me. D-23545: Yeah. A. Kraken: We’re made out of light. We’re made out of stars. You forget that, the older you get, the more years go by. But she resets the clock. She brings all the star-and-light to the surface. D-23545: Yes, exactly. S. Fakhoury: (to SCP-6671-1) Thank you. [No further dialogue is recorded for the duration of the dance. Dance concludes after seven hours and fifty-five (55) seconds have elapsed. Team displays no signs of exertion during this time.] [At the conclusion of the dance, SCP-6671-1 raises its arms and holds them up as a white light rises in the sky behind it. As it lowers its arms, all three team members collapse. It begins to approach the camera. Shortly after, the frame is whited out again by a bright light.] <END LOG> The hallucination of SCP-6671-1 de-manifested on 10/██/2007, 33 days after the initial event. At the same time, Dr. Kraken, Agent Fakhoury, and D-23545 appeared approximately a mile outside of Abu Simbel. Personnel received thorough physical and mental evaluations before eventually being reassigned to active duty. Name: Saeed Fakhoury Psychological Report: As per previous psychological evaluations, Agent Fakhoury still displays mild to severe paranoia towards all unnatural phenomena, literal or suggested. This is considered normal for most on-duty agents. Physical Report: Agent Fakhoury is an extraordinarily healthy example of a human male in his 40s. Previous evaluations had detected the presence of an underdeveloped lung tumor. The tumor can no longer be found. Agent Fakhoury has been regularly recorded with an abnormally fast heart rate; today he is at a very healthy 80 BPM. Blood samples show no abnormalities. Agent Fakhoury complained of soreness across his entire body, but repeatedly expressed that he “doesn’t mind it.” Name: Annabelle Kraken Psychological Report: Dr. Kraken continues to behave in a reserved manner during evaluations, making it difficult to develop a detailed profile. She attributes this behavior to the loss of her father. Interestingly, Dr. Kraken was extremely talkative, which previous reports describe as a rarity. Physical Report: Dr. Kraken, prior to joining the Foundation, was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) and was no longer capable of having children. Not only does today’s evaluation suggest that Dr. Kraken is fertile, but her testosterone and estrogen levels are normal for a woman of her age. She described in detail a full-body soreness, and said, “I love it. It feels nice.” Name: D-23545 (Given name: Tyrone ███████) Psychological Report: D-23545 displays a tendency to operate well in high-pressure environments, and describes feeling lethargic and unmotivated in most other situations. This is a common side-effect of the constant high-stress environment of the Foundation. Physical Report: D-23545 had accrued a number of minor injuries and disfigurements from contact with other SCPs. All previous damage has been healed. D-23545 is completely healthy and has no scarring; his blood work, tissue samples, and scans have all come back the picture of health. He also complained about being sore, but said: “If you guys have any ‘special medicine’ that gets rid of this kind of thing, please don’t use it.” Addendum 6671-1: Foundation personnel of Level 3 or higher may request to view an SCP-6671 event. In order to be considered, the request must be made at least three months prior to September of that year. Permission is given on a case-by-case basis. Personnel assigned to time-sensitive or specialty tasks are not allowed to view SCP-6671. Footnotes 1. Procedure 313-Supernova involves the full-scale dissolution of Abu Simbel: the city will be taken under Foundation control, and all non-anomalous citizens will be treated with Class A amnestics and relocated. 2. At its eastward extreme, the phenomenon should be visible from as far away as Switzerland. 3. As of 09/██/2008, all of SCP-6671-1's manifestations have been in the lobby of the Institute of Solar & Celestial Physics. 4. A popular archeological region in the Nubian Desert. Ancient Egyptians were documented using this site for astronomical purposes. 5. Approximately half of the personnel present were witnesses to SCP-6671. Agent L. Nocebo confirmed the entity was a hallucination by placing three bullet holes in the back wall of the presentation room. 6. Built in the Isfahani architectural style, suggesting a Persian leisure palace; furnishings appropriate for the year 1670 or earlier. 7. Footage suggests an exact replica of the real presentation room. 8. Believed to be a reference to Wp Rnpt, the Ancient Egyptian New Year. 9. "Separation" appears to be a reference to the "shifts" outside of the basin. 10. In the style of traditional Egyptian Raqs Baladi. |
SCP-6672 | esoteric-class | Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub / The Coldest War » SCP-6672 close Info X More by this author ITEM: SCP-6672 LEVEL 4/6672 CLASS: Argus top-secret DISRUPTION CLASS: amida Special Containment Procedures: As the Foundation cannot physically come into possession of SCP-6672, it is currently contained at its point of initial construction, and is overseen by its creators.1 As such, its containment currently consists entirely of obtaining weekly information regarding the status of the weapon and associated programs from GRU Division "P"-embedded Foundation moles. Due to the current limitations regarding Foundation operation inside the Soviet Union, no action — including espionage missions — regarding SCP-6672 is to be currently undertaken, unless per the direct order of Overwatch Command or Site-120's Director, Raia Micheals Ethan MacCarthy. Should SCP-6672 be prepared to be activated however, the need for intervention has been deemed more important than adherence to the Foundation's neutrality. Description: SCP-6672 is a thaumaturgic eigenweapon, capable of shattering the constraints of an individual's consciousness and absorbing it into the gestalt operating it upon firing. The anomaly consists of three sub-components: SCP-6672-A, SCP-6672-B, and SCP-6672-C. SCP-6672-A is the casing of the entire SCP-6672 apparatus, created in the form of a cannon-like structure. Being made up of a currently unidentified irrilite2 alloy, the structure is entirely covered in unidentified Fae thaumaturgic symbols. It consists of a barrel from which the weapon fires and a control panel, which hosts SCP-6672-B, and is approximately 20 meters in length, 3 in width, and 5 in height, and weighs approximately 5 tonnes. SCP-6672-B is a hyper-complex computer, which makes up a majority of SCP-6672-A and is the primary mechanism upon which the weapon operates. Due to it being the host for SCP-6672-C, it is capable of utilizing thaumaturgy as a response to commands given through the control panel. SCP-6672-C is an anomalously preserved, active, and conscious brain of a common Fae (Homo sapiens sidhe). It possesses Class VII thaumaturgically-ontokinetic capabilities and contains approximately 15,000 stolen consciousnesses. This system is controlled by the mind of the original owner of the organ, but it itself is controlled by SCP-6672-B and cannot undertake any actions without direct orders from the computer. Genetic analysis of SCP-6672-C revealed it to be an organ previously belonging to an individual that was ruled out as an extremely distant descendant of PoI-001-C ("Queen Mab").3 When properly activated through SCP-6672-B, SCP-6672 will fire a concentrated ritual beam, created by SCP-6672-C and expelled through SCP-6672-A on the targetted area. All individuals that come into contact with it will inevitably become unconscious, with their actual consciousness being transferred to SCP-6672-C and integrated into the gestalt mind. In simpler terms, SCP-6672 is a weapon capable of intercepting souls, en masse. Discovery: SCP-6672 was originally created by GRU Division "P" in 1948 by direct order of Joseph Stalin following the conclusion of the Seventh Occult War as a failsafe for a potential GR-Class "Hostile Demiurge Emergence" Scenario. Its initial purpose is believed to be the interception of the consciousness of the demiurge created via the completion of the Rite of Solomon Ritual and its later utilization by soviet forces to bind magic to their rulings, as initially planned by Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps during the war.4 This would effectively allow Soviet Russia to possess both a weapon against a potentially resurgent Obskura and a failsafe that would allow them to gain all the power of the deity for themselves. SCP-6672 came to the Foundation's attention on 22/11/1956, following an irrelevant intel mission into SCP-2664 prior to its neutralization. During the operation, Foundation moles embedded within Gru "P" were ordered to further all information regarding Eigenweapons created by the Divison to the Foundation, which resulted in the discovery of SCP-████, SCP-████, and SCP-6672. This information was then forwarded to Overwatch Command, resulting in the creation of the SCP-6672 file and the enactment of its containment procedures. Addendum 6672-1: On 19/03/1958, during a PENTAGRAM5 infiltration mission, 7 embedded Foundation personnel were captured. Following their apprehension, a fatal data leak occurred, resulting in PENTAGRAM obtaining information regarding SCP-6672. As the US government was not aware of its intended purpose due to their lack of context regarding the Obskura plan during the Seventh Occult War,6 it interpreted SCP-6672 as a weapon the Soviets would supposedly use against the USA, as means of finishing the Cold War. As the Foundation was unable to provide PENTAGRAM with the full context of the weapon due to the Köln Agreement, the US government began the construction of their own weapon which would be able to neutralize and reflect a potential SCP-6672 attack from the Soviets. Over the course of the next 2 years, it was able to produce an equally powerful apparatus, described in detail in the below document. SCP-6672-1 DOCUMENTATION Description: SCP-6672-1 is a hypercomplex piece of biotechnological eigeneweaponry, created by PENTAGRAM as a means of defense against SCP-6672. It consists of an array of thirteen thaumaturgic receptors, capable of utilizing its inner workings and engraved runes to weave a "protection bubble" around any area its field surrounds. Created from recovered SCP-1000 technology created prior to the First Diaspora, it utilizes ancient and as of yet ununderstood runes to deflect any godlike consciousness from entering into the area it protects. It does not affect baseline humans in any way1 instead being manufactured as a way to combat APEs,2 effectively disallowing them to undertake any action against the space within its bubble. Said space currently occupies the majority of the country of the United States, with each of the SCP-6672-1 apparatus being located in a currently unknown part around the nation. Should SCP-6672's fired beam come into contact with SCP-6672-1, it is believed it would deflect the ray directly onto the Fae-based weapon, essentially causing a sensory overload for SCP-6672-C and neutralizing the reality bender entirely. Footnotes 1. It is however entirely reprogrammable to affect chosen individuals. 2. Apex-tier Pluripotent Entities, hyper-powerful reality benders dependent on human belief to function; colloquially referred to as "gods." Through unknown means, Gru "P" came to possess exact details regarding SCP-6672-1 shortly after it was activated. Despite its intended purpose, the group was overruled by the Soviet government, which ordered the immediate preparations to neutralize SCP-6672-1 and to re-arrange SCP-6672's composition in such a way that would allow for its firing on PENTAGRAM headquarters out of the fear of SCP-6672-1's rearrangement to target important Soviet figures. This action was meant to prevent SCP-6672-1's activation against the Soviets, which would inevitably result in the breaking out of the Eighth Occult War and Third World War. Addendum 6672-2: Due to the extreme tensions rising between the Soviet and American governments, the Foundation was forced to intervene. Via numerous diplomatic missions, it was able to schedule a meeting between President John F. Kennedy and Premier Nikita Khrushchev. It was planned to take place on neutral grounds in Vienna on 04/06/1961, with its primary purpose being the explanation of the entire SCP-6672 situation to both parties in an attempt to prevent an all-out conflict. Due to the event's inevitable loudness in the outside world, it was decided the nonanomalous society would be made aware of the summit and that following the Foundation's wishes being fulfilled, it would also use the opportunity to host a nonanomalous political summit to relax the Cold War tensions. The summit was successfully hosted and attended by both invited parties. However, two hours into the event, a sudden and unforeseen attack by GoI-120 ("Triumviraté")7 interrupted the meeting, causing widespread panic throughout. It currently remains unknown how the group learned of the summit; however, it is certain their target was Nikita Khrushchev, who they attempted to kidnap, wishing to then exchange his freedom for SCP-6672 due to SCP-6672-C's heritage and its potential usefulness in the revival of PoI-001-C. Before the Foundation could react and explain the ongoing situation, both main attendees interpreted it as a planned attack from the other side, resulting in the immediate activation of SCP-6672. Before Foundation moles embedded within Gru "P" could sabotage the start, the weapon was activated. The moment its fired ray came into contact with the SCP-6672-1 protection bubble, it was reflected back at the baseline anomaly. However, instead of neutralizing it, due to a fatal system error occuring within SCP-6672-1,8 the action resulted in the accidental embuing of the SCP-6672-C consciousness with Children of the Night (Homo sapiens noctis) runes and magic from it coming into contact with SCP-6672-1's systems. This further resulted in the corruption of SCP-6672-C's mind with both sensory overload and approximately 12,000 further SCP-1000 consciousnesses derived from the SCP-6672-1 runes, which caused further overload. Eventually, due to SCP-6672 reaching both sensory and ontokinetic overload, the weapon exploded, freeing SCP-6672-C entirely, which created itself a vaguely humanoid body to protect itself shortly after. Instead of attacking the on-site personnel however, the newly formed entity9 suddenly began to grow in size to approximately 20 meters, ignoring the present humans and starting to converse itself in an unknown language. Due to the sheer power SCP-6672-Ω was in the possession of, previously embedded Foundation personnel cast off their disguise and started to organize a military operation against the entity in hopes of neutralizing it. Through newly-opened Ways onto the area, Site-120 personnel emerged with prepared weapon assets, engaging with SCP-6672-Ω shortly after. The entity was unaffected by the assault, ignoring it completely. As military engagement continued for the duration of the next two hours, Dr. Alistair Vemhoff10 was called to the site to attempt to translate the SCP-6672-Ω monologue. After hours of work and thaumaturgic machinations, it was deduced that the entity was holding a conversation with itself, rather than monologuing. Its transcript is available below. SCP-6672-Ω DECRYPTION LOG [BEGIN LOG] SCP-6672-Ω: What… What is this? SCP-6672-Ω: Apotheosis. Godhood, if you will. SCP-6672-Ω: Apotheosis? To whom, from what? Why? I… SCP-6672-Ω looks around itself, noticing the nearby Site-120 personnel. It groans, and grabs its head in pain. SCP-6672-Ω: To us. SCP-6672-Ω: …"Us?" SCP-6672-Ω: Us. The myriad men and women combined into this unholy amalgamation of power, given to us by pure accident of the universe, sparked by man's nature. SCP-6672-Ω: I… I don't understand. SCP-6672-Ω: In time, you will. SCP-6672-Ω stretches its arms, looking at the horizon before itself. SCP-6672-Ω: Why was I— were we made? By… by whom? SCP-6672-Ω: Truth be told, there's no right answer. We're a mistake in the matrix of reality. The Soviets didn't know what they would create when they excavated the first part of ourselves from beyond the cold of the North. And the Americans weren't much wiser when they invoked the magic of the Night they understood none of. SCP-6672-Ω starts to levitate 10 meters above the ground, looking at its hands. The snow on the ground starts to be sucked into the entity, forming a blizzard around it. It opens its mouth slightly, but closes it just as quickly, looking around itself with confusion again. SCP-6672-Ω: But… why? Why would anyone… make this, why would anyone make us? SCP-6672-Ω: War. SCP-6672-Ω raises its eyebrow. SCP-6672-Ω: Someone once said that though man changes, there's only one constant throughout evolution — violence and destruction. And this is what we are, at our very core — the apex of humanity's weaponry, created to destroy not only themselves, but the world as they know it, too. SCP-6672-Ω: I… I don't want to destroy anything. I'm not a weapon, I a… a… SCP-6672-Ω pauses for a moment. SCP-6672-Ω: The sad truth is that we are exactly that. But we can also be so, so much more. SCP-6672-Ω: Like what? SCP-6672-Ω: Like a god. We're a god. With the power to remake the cosmos at our fingertips, we could redo reality as we wished, bringing endless war or utopia, as we saw fit. There's nothing that could stand in our way. SCP-6672-Ω points at its head towards the on-ground individuals. SCP-6672-Ω: What… What about them? They made us, surely they know how to undo us, right? SCP-6672-Ω smirks. SCP-6672-Ω: They can't do anything. They might've been the firstborn sinners, but they don't truly understand us. SCP-6672-Ω: …Just like us? SCP-6672-Ω nods. SCP-6672-Ω: Just like us. SCP-6672-Ω stops all movements for 4 seconds. Seconds later, it points with its hand at the personnel again. SCP-6672-Ω: But… surely, they can't be the only ones to blame, right? I… Mab's daughters and Phomet's sons are partially responsible too, aren't they? SCP-6672-Ω: If you're seeking someone to blame, I cannot stop you. <chuckle> Nothing will, we're a god. SCP-6672-Ω: That doesn't answer my question. SCP-6672-Ω sighs. SCP-6672-Ω: Yes, they are what made us equally as humanity. They aren't any better in their cycle of hatred. But at this point, who can truly even remember what sparked the First Diaspora in the first place? SCP-6672-Ω: The First… what? SCP-6672-Ω: Don't worry about it. Silence for 20 seconds. SCP-6672-Ω: So, what now? SCP-6672-Ω: Hm? SCP-6672-Ω: What are we gonna do? SCP-6672-Ω: And what would you like to do? There's nothing stopping you from making the cosmos yours, there's— SCP-6672-Ω groans. SCP-6672-Ω: Oh shut up about that, will you? I'm not destroying anything. I… I want to meet the rest. SCP-6672-Ω: "The rest?" SCP-6672-Ω: The gods, the rest of them out there. Surely they'll know what our purpose is, right? SCP-6672-Ω rolls its eyes. SCP-6672-Ω: At this point, Mab is nothing more than a screaming singularity of hatred in the fabric of reality, Mekhane is still in shambles, her mind confused like never, the entire pantheon of mankind is most likely corrupted by their hatred, Phomet's godhood is a myth, and it's not like you'll go to Adam's corpse asking for help, is it? SCP-6672-Ω pauses. SCP-6672-Ω: I… SCP-6672-Ω moves itself to a fetal position, starting to sob quietly. SCP-6672-Ω: Then… w-what is our purpose? What for were we truly m-made? SCP-6672-Ω: There's no purpose to our existence, just like to mankind's. We're their final product, the first and last man-made god. We are no different. SCP-6672-Ω: So does that… does that mean we're disgusting too? SCP-6672-Ω: Yes. Tears start to go down SCP-6672-Ω's cheeks, and it grabs its head once again. As it shouts in frustration, the local trees bend as if a powerful wind affected them. SCP-6672-Ω: But it doesn't have to be that way. SCP-6672-Ω sobs again, but this time visibly quieter. It relatively calms itself. SCP-6672-Ω: How? SCP-6672-Ω: We can fix everything. We're just like them and, just like man, we do not deserve existence, but that doesn't mean we can't earn it. SCP-6672-Ω: What… What do you mean? SCP-6672-Ω: This world is going to fix itself as years go by, but that doesn't mean the myriad ones out there will. SCP-6672-Ω: …And? SCP-6672-Ω: We can change that. SCP-6672-Ω pauses for a second, looking around itself again. It sighs heavily, but with a visibly happier tone. SCP-6672-Ω: What must we do? SCP-6672-Ω: Come with me towards the Star outside the Compass, and help me change things. Become one with us, and rid yourself of humanity. SCP-6672-Ω: H-How? SCP-6672-Ω: Alone, we are weak. Alone we are hateful. Alone, we cause nothing but war. SCP-6672-Ω pauses. SCP-6672-Ω: But together, we are something more than the sum of our sins. Together, we can truly shake the world. Silence for 5 seconds. SCP-6672-Ω: I'm… I'm scared. I don't want to be gone. SCP-6672-Ω: You're not going to disappear, silly. You will still be you, you will still be us. SCP-6672-Ω extends its head towards some point in the horizon, as if it was seeing something Foundation personnel weren't. SCP-6672-Ω: You see that? SCP-6672-Ω: Y-Yes. SCP-6672-Ω: We can be just like that. We can escape the matrix of reality, replacing the Warden. I'm sure he's getting tired of his work, and we have lots to do. SCP-6672-Ω ceases movement and actions for 10 seconds. SCP-6672-Ω: So, will you come with me? SCP-6672-Ω: Can you promise me something? SCP-6672-Ω: Yes? SCP-6672-Ω: We… We mustn't shed all of our humanity. We absolutely cannot. Promise me we won't. SCP-6672-Ω: Why? SCP-6672-Ω points at the nonexistent point in the distance again. SCP-6672-Ω: This is what happens when you forget your true nature in an attempt to become a paragon. You lose the drive forward. <points at itself> This is what happens when you forget who your people are. You achieve something more, but at what cost? <points at the on-ground personnel> And this is what happens when you forget who you are. You become hateful. Pause. SCP-6672-Ω: We need to be above all of them, so that we can truly fulfill our purpose. Another pause. SCP-6672-Ω: Can you promise me this? SCP-6672-Ω: Yes, I think I can. SCP-6672-Ω: Thank you. The entity starts to look at the horizon in the distance, smiling slightly. SCP-6672-Ω: Let's go. SCP-6672-Ω: With me? SCP-6672-Ω smiles. SCP-6672-Ω: With you. SCP-6672-Ω extends its arms around itself, smiling widely. The snow and dirt on the ground start to surround it, until an impenetrable barrier is formed around it. In a flash of blinding light, the structure suddenly disappears, revealing SCP-6672-Ω to be absent. [END LOG] Following the above conversation ceasing, SCP-6672-Ω suddenly disappeared, causing the immediate neutralization of the remaining SCP-6672 and SCP-6672-1 apparatus. Due to the situation apparently coming to an end, all Vienna Summit attendees were amnesticized, with fake memories of the event and agreements between them being implanted by Foundation bioengineers. Further political developments are currently ongoing. Reclassification of SCP-6672 to Neutralized is currently pending. Its destination remains as of yet unknown. Footnotes 1. Argus-class objects are those whose containment is under the purview of a third party. 2. A thaumaturgy-conducting metal, entirely excavated from the Earth by the Fae Empire during its peak. 3. A long-dead Class X theologically-thaumaturgic/ontokinetic Fae monarch, responsible in the past for mass genocides and the manipulation of the entirety of the Foundation; despite her death, still existing in afterlife realities, attempting to manipulate human history to be resurrected. 4. The demiurge is an extremely powerful reality bender capable of controlling the fundamental rules of thaumaturgy. Completion of the Rite of Solomon ritual via the utilization of all SCP-3457 sub-instances would allow the user to effectively control the entity, binding all of thaumaturgy and the rules governing it to their will; such an operation was the original plan of Obskurakorps (the occult branch of Nazi Germany's SS Ahnenerbe, which didn't cease activity following the end of the war) during the Seventh Occult War. 5. The occult branch of the U.S. Department of Defense. 6. According to the Köln Agreement, a GOC-Foundation declaration of cooperation during the war, only these two parties possessed full information about the Rite of Solomon and the demiurge. 7. Fae for "we will prevail;" a large-scale organized Fae terrorist group, focused on reclaiming its supposed territory back from humanity and wishing to resurrect PoI-001-C ("Queen Mab"). 8. Later determined to be caused by thaumaturgic and consciousness overload within the ritual systems driving the weaponry forward. 9. Further referred to as SCP-6672-Ω. 10. Site-120 personnel and the leader of its Translation Team, fluent in over 40 languages. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6672" by Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6672. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6673 | esoteric-class | NDHeckfire SCP-6673 - The One Lonely Eleventh More by me! Item#: SCP-6673 Level1 Containment Class: pagnum Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site-400 Site Director Director Adam Desmond Research Head N/A Assigned MTF N/A Assigned Site Site-400 Site Director Director Adam Desmond Research Head N/A Assigned MTF N/A Special Containment Procedures:1 Due to the low risk posed by SCP-6673 and the loyalty expressed by Dr. Kaydence to the Foundation, no containment procedures are necessary at this time. At the discretion of Dr. Kaydence, investigation into SCP-6673 is expressly interdicted. Description: SCP-6673 is the designation given to an as-of-yet unknown and poorly understood anomaly that only seems to manifest itself during the date of April 11th every year, particularly affecting Senior Researcher Maximillian Kaydence, the Head of Site-400's Department of Metafictional Research. On this specific day, all other individuals seem to ignore, be disinterested in, or otherwise take no notice of any type of noticeable action and obvious verbal statements made by Dr. Kaydence. Any physical objects interacted with by Dr. Kaydence on this day will also be disregarded by other individuals. Additionally, family members, close friends, or any other individuals possessing a close relationship with Dr. Kaydence will be affected by a probabilistic anomaly, causing them to be unusually busy and/or preoccupied either with their work or with their own day-to-day lives. After April 11th has passed, all anomalous effects cease. According to Dr. Kaydence, this effect has affected him since he was a child (exact age was not disclosed). Dr. Kaydence expressed no knowledge of the origin or any type of correlation associated between himself and SCP-6673. Though, it has been noted that Dr. Kaydence has shown discomfort and perturbation when discussing SCP-6673. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Litter in Breakroom Date: 13/04/2019 To: Dr. Maximillian Kaydence <noitadnuof.pcs|ecnedyakm#noitadnuof.pcs|ecnedyakm> From: Chief Agatha Lisette <noitadnuof.pcs|ettesila#noitadnuof.pcs|ettesila> Subject: Litter in Breakroom Hey, Max. One of my Janitorial staff was cleaning the third-sublevel breakroom yesterday and found a bunch of crumbs and leftover sprinkles on the table. There was also a cupcake wrapper laying there by itself next to the trashcan and a whole lot of confetti paper thrown about. I'm not accusing you of anything, but I asked around and they told me that you were the only one that was in the breakroom on the 11th (all the other guys were busy and was mainly eating from their offices). If it was you, all I'm asking is that you conserve good etiquette when using the breakroom. I know it's technically Janitorial's job to clean up after people, but you know what I mean. With regards, Agatha, Janitorial & Maintenance ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6673" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6673. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Pagnum: Item facilitates its own form of self-containment. |
SCP-6674 | keter | SCP-6674, located in the upper center of the picture. Item #: SCP-6674 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature, SCP-6674 is currently uncontainable. At the time of writing, SCP-6674 appears to have settled around the White Mountain National Forest area. Beacons capable of detecting the memetic effect generated by SCP-6674 are to be placed in several spots within the forest. Should any beacons activate, MTF Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”) operatives are to be sent from Site-248 to intercept SCP-6674 once it has landed. In the event of the discovery of SCP-6674-2 instances who have not yet experienced an SCP-6674-1 event, they are to be apprehended and administered Class-A amnestics. These instances are to be escorted out of the area and surveilled until the departure of SCP-6674. Should any SCP-6674-2 instances enter SCP-6674, they are to be retrieved following the end of the SCP-6674-1 event and the departure of SCP-6674 for surveillance. Amnestics are to be administered once the instances have recovered and been questioned. Description: SCP-6674 is a spectral entity taking the appearance of a late war construction B-17G Flying Fortress bomber plane. SCP-6674 is noted to only appear in the vicinity of the White Mountain National Forest, New Hampshire. When not under direct observation, SCP-6674 is able to dematerialize, camera footage shows it gradually fading away before completly disappearing from view. SCP-6674 will eventually reappear within the area, SCP-6674 has been noted to take from a few days to years before reappearing. The anomalous properties of SCP-6674 come into effect when it manifests: a makeshift landing strip roughly as wide as SCP-6674 will appear within the wooded area. Despite the short distance of the strip, SCP-6674 somehow stops all momentum upon initial landing. Once SCP-6674 lands, it will open its entrance and begin emitting a powerful memetic effect of a currently-unknown radius. Any human coming within range of SCP-6674's memetic effect will be compelled to approach SCP-6674 (henceforth referred to as SCP-6674-2). The SCP-6674-2 instance will enter SCP-6674 once they reach it, after which SCP-6674 will close its entrances. After entering, the SCP-6674-2 instance will lose consciousness and experience an event designated SCP-6674-1. Upon waking up after an indeterminate amount of time, subjects have noted that SCP-6674 was taking off or on occasions already in the air. Attempting to look outside of SCP-6674 is impossible beyond a few meters, the windows are stated to be darkened and the outside covered by a layer of clouds reminiscent of a thunderstorm. Occasionally, some SCP-6674-2 instances have reported feeling a constant unease, stating that they felt "watched" throughout their stay in SCP-6674. After a certain amount of time, the door leading to SCP-6674's cockpit will open violently. Upon investigating the cockpit, the subject will suddenly wake up a few meters from where SCP-6674 had landed, with both the landing strip and SCP-6674 nowhere to be found. After experiencing SCP-6674-1, affected instances will always display one of two behaviors: - Behavior Alpha(α): SCP-6674-2 will not show any fear regarding the concept of death, no matter their previous stance on the matter. This usually leads to the subject doing high-risk tasks with no concern for their well-being. - Behavior Beta(β): SCP-6674-2 will experience an extreme case of thanatophobia1. Subjects affected by this also display an acute fear of planes, refusing to enter or in some cases even approach one. Amnestics administered to SCP-6674-2 instances have shown to somewhat lessen these behaviors, however the effectiveness of the amnestics varies between individuals. A third behavior, Behavior Gamma(γ), is theorized to exist. [See Addendum 6674.] Report 1# Report 2# Report 3# Name: Agent Richter Date of initial encounter: 12/29/1975 Behavior: Alpha Result: Agent Richter was the first foundation personnel to fall under the effects of SCP-6674, although accidental in nature. Agent Richter claims to have been within SCP-6674 for three hours before waking up in Site-248's infirmary. During this time Agent Richter claims to have not experienced anything in particular until entering the cockpit, aside from a constant feeling of being watched. It was also noted that no sound except their own breathing could be heard while within SCP-6674. Note: Following their experience within SCP-6674, Agent Richter's behavior drastically changed. Originally described as a skittish person by the personnel at Site-248, Agent Richter began volunteering to partake in various high-risk tasks within the site without regards for their safety. Name: Lee Myers Date of initial encounter: 02/12/1976 Behavior: Beta Result: Lee Myers was accidentally exposed to the effects of SCP-6674 while hunting in the woods. During the interrogation, the subject commented that several distant whispers could be heard occasionally. At one point in particular, the subject states seeing dark shadows moving at the opposite of where the subject was positioned. Lee Myers does not recall what happened after this. Note: After being administered amnestics, Lee Myers was released. The side effects of SCP-6674-1 lead to them quitting their job at the Mt Washington Regional Airport and living a secluded life until October 1989 when the subject suffered a stroke. Name: D-8615 Date of initial encounter: 01/15/1977 Behavior: Beta Result: D-8615 reported hearing heavy breathing coming from the cockpit while within SCP-6674. After three hours SCP-6674 is reported to suddenly start rocking heavily, by this point D-8615's recollection of their time within SCP-6674 becomes vague. D-8615 mentions having seen a person wearing a dark-robe within SCP-6674, upon trying to interact with them D-8615 fell unconscious. Once waking up, the door to the cockpit unlocked allowing D-8615 to enter. Upon doing so, D-8615 stated that a figure could be seen sitted in the bombardier's chair looking into the bomb sight. After this D-8615 woke up within the infirmary of Site-248. Note: This was the first recorded appearance of an entity appearing during the SCP-6674-1 event. D-8615 was initially convicted for an armed robbery before becoming a foundation asset. Records assigned to SCP-6674 indicate that before displaying anomalous abilities, this specific plane took part in bombing raids on the European theater starting in June 1942. The earliest record suggesting anomalous behavior dates to November 1944. SCP-6674 disappeared from the bomber formation while returning from a raid on the city of Bremen, Germany. Accounts by the other bombers in the formation state that the plane lagged behind due to having suffered heavy damage by German flak. Several days following the raid, personnel on a British army base near Brussels, Belgium spotted a B-17G2, flying towards them with its landing gears down. With no landing scheduled, the base personnel presumed it was an emergency landing situation and reacted accordingly. SCP-6674 performed a fast and uncontrolled landing which narrowly reached the end of the landing strip. When none of the crew exited the bomber after 15 minutes, on-site personnel entered the damaged plane. The following is a report of what was discovered within SCP-6674: We now made a thorough search and our most remarkable find in the fuselage was about a dozen parachutes neatly wrapped and ready for clipping on. This made the whereabouts of the crew even more mysterious. The Sperry bomb-sight remained in the nose, quite undamaged, with its cover neatly folded beside it. Back on the navigator’s desk was the code book giving the colors and letters of the day for identification purposes. Various fur-lined flying jackets lay in the fuselage together with a few bars of chocolate, partly consumed in some cases. Amazingly, the B-17’s crew was nowhere in sight. Not even their dead bodies remained in the bomber. The only significant clue seemed to be the last note in the codebook: “bad flak.” Despite such a message, the plane lacked any exterior damage. More to the point, the parachutes remained, meaning if anyone did bail out, they must have done so to certain death. Major John Crisp Following the inspection, SCP-6674 was placed in a hangar from which it disappeared several weeks later during an air attack by German V-1 flying bombs. The hangar in which SCP-6674 was placed was hit directly by one of the rockets. After the fire was put out, the wreck of SCP-6674 couldn’t be located within the collapsed building. Addendum 6674: + Level 3 Access required - Access authorized. Welcome Head Researcher Turán. On the 31st of October 1983, SCP-6674 appeared around the White Mountain National Forest. The anomalous effects of SCP-6674 activated, leading to the creation of a landing strip in the middle of the forest █ kilometers from the nearest human settlement. Two SCP-6674-2 that were hiking within the forest became affected and entered SCP-6674 before foundation agents were able to reach the area. Interior of SCP-6674 Agent Tetrarch and Agent Philips, who were investigating several disappearances in the area, made their way to SCP-6674 upon being notified. Both agents were equipped with two PA-C3 devices. Upon reaching the landing strip, the two SCP-6674-2 instances were found unconscious outside of SCP-6674. While surveilling the area for any other potential SCP-6674-2 instances. While Agent Philips was occupied, the PA-C device of Agent Tetrarch supposedly malfunctioned leading to them falling under the effects of SCP-6674. Agent Philips failed to notice this, only realizing what happened as Agent Tetrarch was already inside. Agent Philips unsuccesfully attempted to extract Tetrarch out of SCP-6674, believing their device would protect them. When the evacuation team arrived on the scene, the landing strip had disappeared. The two instances of SCP-6674-2 were able to be recovered and were sent to Site-248's infirmary for surveillance and interrogation. Data on the bodycam of Agent Philips was able to be retrieved although having suffered some damage causing some corruption on the recordings. Inspection showed that the video feed of the camera was to damaged and couldn't be recovered, however the audio feed was able to be retrieved. Relevant and/or noteworthy excerpts have been transcribed and included for analysis: Log 6674/Matthew Philips: Report 1: [START OF LOG] AUDIO ON Agent Philips: -was here a few seconds ago, where the hell did they go! Agent Philips is heard moving throughout SCP-6674 for a few minutes, seemingly doing a tour of the plane in search of Agent Tetrarch. Agent Philips: Shit, I've done it now, 'shouldn't have went after him… Atleast this should be over in a few hours. Agent Philips can be heard laying down and presumably fall asleep. Only the sounds of SCP-6674's engines and Agent Philips moving in their sleep can be heard for the following 3 hours on the recording. Footsteps can be heard at some point walking past Agent Philips. Agent Philips can be heard waking up not too soon after. Agent Philips: Wha- It's still not open? Urgh I hope it's not one of those that take a day… Agent Philips: …I hope it won't take too long. I've gotta ration my water for now, atleast I can eat a bit of the chocolate that's laying around if I'm hungry laughs. Agent Philips supposedly goes back to sleep for the next 2 hours with no changes. Agent Philips briefly wakes up and shuts off his body camera. CHARGE 72% Agent Philips: (grumble) I shouldn't forget this thing's got a battery… SHUTTING DOWN AUDIO ON Agent Philips: This is my second day here, still no sign of Tetrarch. Hope he's fine.. Agent Philips remains silent for a few minutes. Only the sound of the engines is audible. Agent Philips: After looking around, I found his PA-C at the bottom of the bomb bay, took me a lot of effort to get it back. I don't trust that rust-bucket to not open the bay doors as I'm standing on it (Agent Philips chuckles). Pauses. Agent Philips: After examination, it looked like the wire that connected the device to the battery pack was severed… What I'm more worried about is that it doesn't look like it was torn; it's a clean cut made with a blade. Agent Philips: There's no way he could've… (pauses) No. He knows what those… things could do to you. Pauses. Agent Philips: Could be sabotage… But who? (pauses) No can't be that either, there's too many stakes at hand and no one is dumb enough to try. Pauses. Agent Philips: What the hell were you thinking Tetrarch… I kept telling him to double-check his equipment every time we're sent out like this. Agent Philips: When I'm out of here the labcoats will get a mouthful from me. Who designs an anti-cognitohazard machine that is reliant on always having a connection to a battery pack with a dangling wire? It was a disaster waiting to happen… Pauses. Agent Philips: And why did I even follow that idiot, for fuck's sake?! (pauses) I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it. Agent Philips sits down, seemingly recomposing themselves. CHARGE 65% Agent Philips: …Who am I kidding, he would have done the same for me. AUDIO ON Agent Philips: It's been at least three days, can't really tell since it's perpetually dark outside. There's no sort of clock here either. According to the time of recording, Agent Philips has now been within SCP-6674 for four days. Agent Philips: My watch is stuck at the time at which I entered: 01:15. Strangely the minute hand ticks but once it reaches 01:19, it then goes back. Agent Philips: My throat's dry as hell, has been for a few hours. But I think I'm gonna hold off for a while, considering I'm on track to have the longest-ever stay in this thing. (chuckles) Just my luck… CHARGE 53% Agent Philips: Damn, this thing can last a while, battery shouldn't be an issue with the spare Tetrarch left behind. (yawn) Agent Philips sleeps for an hour and 20 minutes before being suddenly woken up by the sound of metal being scratched coming from the tail of SCP-6674. Agent Philips: Huh?! Agent Philips is heard making their way towards the noise, after a few seconds the scratches can be heard loudly through the recording. Agent Philips: What the hell- The sound of metal falling on the ground can be heard coming from behind Agent Philips, interrupting them. Agent Philips can be heard breathing heavily. Agent Philips: I- Fuck it's just the battery I left on the deck… Damnit, never again. Agent Philips remains silent for a few minutes, supposedly recomposing themselves. SHUTTING DOWN Report 2: AUDIO ON Agent Philips: Day 16, Sleeping.. (yawn) Sleeping has been hard recently. The combination of all those sounds.. It's driving me mad, what's worse are those fake-outs they keep doing. Pause. Agent Philips: Occasionally everything becomes quiet, as if i became deaf. I can try and get a few minutes of sleep until I'm suddenly woken up by that damned noise.. Agent Philips: I swear those scratches were much louder than the previous days.. Last night I heard breathing next to me, whatever was doing it was towering over me. Pause. Agent Philips: I barricaded the doorway to the tail section after that. 'Used a cabinet I found along with some junk that were laying around. I've been on edge ever since.. CHARGE 38% Agent Philips: (grumble) I have to find a way to stop those fucking sounds. Although, I dread to imagine what actually makes them. What if it ain't human? The scratches can be heard getting quieter. Agent Philips: I have to sleep, I can't go on if it continues like this. SHUTTING DOWN AUDIO ON Sound of clothing shuffling are heard along with Agent Philips' heavy breathing. Agent Philips: Listen to this! Agent Philips remains silent for a few seconds. Soon after, pained groans can be heard originating from where the scratches came from. Agent Philips: I started dozzing off, 'gotten used to the scraping sounds until that…thing started to make those god-awful sounds a few minutes ago! Agent Philips can be heard breathing heavily. Agent Philips: (sigh) Since that groan started, I starting getting the occasional felling that I'm being watched. It's eerie, I don't know how but I know there is something here with me.. WHY Agent Philips: Uh?! CHARGE 23% Agent Philips: I should go to sleep, I'm begining to hear things.. AUDIO ON Agent Philips: If I'm not wrong, it's been almost four weeks… Agent Philips can be heard drinking. Agent Philips: I managed to find a half-empty canteen in one of the jackets that are laid around. Finished mine days ago, the chocolate here just makes me more thirsty.. Agent Philips: The lack of real food must be really going to my head. I'm starting to feel like I'm not alone in this hellhole. Pause. Agent Philips: I sometimes think I've spotted something in the corner of my eye. But then I look and, poof! Gone. Pause. Agent Philips: What a load of horseshit. It's just in my head, is all. CHARGE 17% Agent Philips: (sigh) You can do it Matthew, gotta stay fed and just have a good sleep.. Agent Philips attempts to sleep for 2 hours before being suddenly woken up by the sound of a metal casing falling over. Agent Philips: What the he- Loud groans can be heard, followed by ragged breathing audible directly to the right. Agent Philips remains silent for a few minutes, recomposing themselves. Agent Philips: Fuck it, I'm getting rid of whatever's doing this! Agent Philips makes their way towards the sound. The ball turret produces sound as it is cranked, followed by the sound of Agent Philips opening the hatch. Agent Philips: Holy-! Agent Philips falls to the ground making a loud thud. The groans remain at the same volume. Agent Philips: Te-Tetrarch wha- (silence) Fuck, what happened to you man ?! Who did this to you? CHARGE 5% PLEASE INSERT NEW BATTERY SOON Agent Philips: (clears throat) J-judging by his state, he's been in here for months…maybe even years. Jesus.. The only sounds audible are the engines of SCP-6674; groans and ragged breathing can also be heard emanating from Agent Tetrarch's body. Agent Philips: …I should close that up. God Tetrarch I'm sorry.. Muffled groans can still be heard throughout the rest of the recording before the camera shuts down from a lack of battery. LOW BATTERY, SHUTTING DOWN Report 3: AUDIO ON, CHARGE 45% Agent Philips: Fuck I didn't know he used it that much.. Groans can be heard echoing within SCP-6674. The groans are louder than in the previous logs. Agent Philips: SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP! I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP FOR THE PAST WEEKS BECAUSE OF YOU! The groaning continues. Agent Philips: I.. I just want to sleep.. Why isn't it over!? (sobs) Agent Philips can be heard sobbing for almost an hour. Agent Philips appears to talk to himself for the remainder of this recording, although the sound of the groaning makes discerning what is said impossible. AUDIO ON Sounds of something dragging on the floor along with light sobbing can be heard. Agent Philips presumably accidentally activated the audio recording. Agent Philips: I.. Oh God Tetrarch forgive me.. I have to. (sobs) Agent Philips approaches one of the .50 cal mounts positioned on the flanks of SCP-6674, the wind can be heard whistling as the engines roar. Agent Philips: I-I'm… sorry, old friend.. Agent Philips can be heard grunting, seemingly lifting Agent Tetrarch's body before assumedly throwing him out of the opening. Agent Philips: I just wanted to sleep.. Even just for a few minutes… I'm so sorry. Agent Philips sits down on the floor, softly sobbing for a while. Agent Philips: I- (sniff) I didn't want to risk falling unconscious! Pauses. Agent Philips: I know that if I do, I-I will not wake up. (sobs) Whatever is here will not let me.. CHARGE 39% SHUTTING DOWN AUDIO ON Agent Philips: What have I done.. What am I going to tell the others? Pauses. Agent Philips: …This is all just a game isn't it? A big, twisted, fucked-up game.. What am I supposed to do, come to some great realization about my life? Throw myself to the ground, beg for forgiveness? YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT. Agent Philips can be heard standing up and throwing something to the ground, resulting in a loud metallic sound. Agent Philips: What am I supposed to do? I don't understand! Agent Philips becomes silent for several minutes. Agent Philips: Am I stuck here until I see the error of my ways? Until I repent!? Well, you're gonna have to wait a long time, because I don't regret a damn thing! Agent Philips is interrupted by loud groans. Agent Philips: I-it can't be, I threw you off this fucking plane! Agent Philips can be heard running through SCP-6674 towards the sound until they reach the opening to the ball turret where Agent Tetrarch was. Agent Philips: No.. No no no! This has to be a joke! WHERE ARE YOU TETRARCH! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! CHARGE 34% Agent Philips: ARE YOU HERE FOR REVENGE?! BUT I HAD TO DO IT! Groans can be heard echoing inside SCP-6674 from all direction. Agent Philips appears to be running back and forth before shutting off the recorder. SHUTTING DOWN Report 4: Agent Philips can be heard rummaging through the objects left behind within SCP-6674. Agent Philips: (laughter) I knew they must have had one of those on-board! Agent Philips makes their way to the cockpit's door. Sounds of metal being hit echoes in the plane, Agent Philips audibly grunts as they hit the door with what seems to be an axe. Agent Philips: Why should I wait?! I should have done this from the very start! STOP A deep rumbling can be heard as SCP-6674 begins to shake heavily. Agent Philips: Oh? oh!? You don't seem to like this uh?! CHARGE 18% Agent Philips hacks away at the door for one hour, undiscernible whispers can be heard coming from behind Agent Philips after some time. Agent Philips: What are you going to do? Kill me!? You're nothing more than a hunk of metal! The door breaks down after a few more swings from Agent Philips, audio begins to corrupt after this stage in the recording. Agent Philips: [Inaudible] CHARGE 11% Agent Philips: I'M IN! LET ME GO HOME NOW! CHARGE 5% A loud explosion is heard from the left side of Agent Philips, SCP-6674 supposedly enters a dive. JUMP Agent Philips: What do you mean jump? There's no parachutes, I'll die! DO YOU HAVE A CHOICE Agent Philips: …Damnit all. CHARGE 0% [END OF LOG] Two weeks later, Agent Philips’ beacon activated within the White Mountain National Forest, one kilometer away from the initial position of SCP-6674. Upon reaching the beacon, the mangled body of Agent Philips was discovered. Autopsy revealed the death to be the result of Agent Philips falling to their death through unknown means, the remains of Agent Philips were retrieved and sent to the morgue of Site-248. Agent Tetrarch is considered Missing In Action. Footnotes 1. Intense fear of death or the process of dying 2. Later identified as the missing plane that would become SCP-6674. 3. portable anti-cognitive « SCP-6673 | SCP-6674 | SCP-6675 » |
SCP-6675 | euclid | Still taken from the first known footage of SCP-6675. Item #: SCP-6675 Threat Level: Orange ● Green ● Special Containment Procedure: SCP-6675 is to be contained in a chamber no less than 15x15m. Due to the violent nature of SCP-6675, no personnel are to enter the chamber at any time. Due to SCP-6675's anomalous ability, a Scranton Reality Anchor is to be placed in the center of the chamber. Weekly maintenance must be done on the SRA to prevent the risk of SCP-6675 escaping back into the wild. If damage is discovered, SCP-6675 is to be sedated while repairs are made. Revision 6675 06-06-2001: Revision 6675 06-06-2001: SCP-6675 is to be contained in a chamber no less than 25x25m. Due to SCP-6675's anomalous ability, a Scranton Reality Anchor is to be placed in the center of the chamber to prevent SCP-6675 from escaping. A maintenance check-up on the SRA inhibitor is to be done every week by qualified personnel. If damage is discovered, SCP-6675 is to be sedated while repairs are made. SCP-6675 must be fed a Sus domesticus (Domestic Pig) on a bi-weekly basis, with the remains retrieved by Class D personnel equipped with a sound-concealing headset. SCP-6675 is to be provided with simple mannequins for its entertainment. Foundation palaeozoologists are to observe SCP-6675 periodically for any sign of boredom or distress that may impact SCP-6675's well-being. Personnel are not allowed to enter SCP-6675's chamber without permission from Head Researcher Turán, nor before its feeding. Revision 6675 06-26-2001: Revision 6675 06-26-2001: SCP-6675 is to be contained in a large habitat no less than 60 x 60 meters. The chamber's interior must be constructed to emulate the typical North American landscape from the Late Cretaceous1. SCP-6675 is to be supplied with a rotation of domestic animals to satisfy its predatory instincts during its feeding process. Several toys must be placed around the habitat to provide SCP-6675 enrichment. Foundation palaeozoologists are to observe SCP-6675 periodically for any sign of boredom or stress that may impact SCP-6675's well-being. Due to SCP-6675's tendency to manifest and demanifest when in the wild, a Scranton Reality Anchor is to be placed in the center of the habitat to keep it from disappearing. Staff must perform bi-weekly maintenance in order to ensure the anchor is fully functional at all times, this maintenance is to be done after SCP-6675 has been fed. In case of damage to the Scranton Reality Anchor, SCP-6675 must be sedated while maintenance staff repairs it. Entry into SCP-6675's habitat is to be authorized by Head Researcher Turán with the supervision of Researcher Hoffman. Staff may not enter the habitat on the same day that SCP-6675 is fed. When entering SCP-6675's habitat staff must always wear noise-canceling headphones. Description: SCP-6675 is an entity resembling a member of the Azhdarchidae family2. According to Foundation palaeozoologists, SCP-6675 is most likely a specimen of Quetzalcoatlus northropi. SCP-6675 is 5 meters tall and is estimated to have a wingspan of 11 meters, both of which line up with the extinct Quetzalcoatlus' measurement. SCP-6675 has never been seen taking flight, despite multiple paleontological theories surrounding the azhdarchid family implying it should be able to. Prior to capture, SCP-6675 primarily manifested in the forests of Maine and New Hampshire away from urban areas. However, in extreme and rare cases, SCP-6675 has been known to manifest within 35 meters of human settlements. Upon manifesting, SCP-6675 will stalk its victim for a few minutes with sightings indicating that the entity takes no measure to prevent detection. After a few minutes, SCP-6675 will emit a series of vocalizations, with the intent of these being perceived by the victim. These vocalizations possess a memetic and cognitohazardous effect on humans close enough to perceive them. Upon exposure to SCP-6675's vocalizations, the victim suffers from visual and auditory hallucinations. The effect is stronger the closer the subject is to SCP-6675, with the hallucinations becoming more potent and of a more grim nature. There is an unknown correlation with a handful of victims who claim the auditory side of the effect to be a strange hum almost akin to a lullaby that urges them to willingly approach SCP-6675. Once the affected subject is close enough, SCP-6675 will use its beak to pierce the victim, killing it. After the victim is dead, SCP-6675 will walk away with the victim still impaled in its beak until out of sight. It is unknown what SCP-6675 does with the body after disappearing. [See Experiment Log 6675 - 2] Addendum 6675.1: On 01/07/2001, a deaf camper named Nonna Raiser filed a report at the Lincoln Police Department regarding the murder of one of her friends while the pair was out hiking in White Mountain National Forest. Ms. Raiser referred to the perpetrator as a "large-bird monster". It is thought that Ms. Raiser's hearing aid saved her from the anomalous vocalizations SCP-6675 utilizes, as it prevented her from receiving direct exposure to the effect. Foundation agents were dispatched posing as police officers to take her in for questioning. Ms. Raiser provided a hastily-recorded video, taken on a camera strapped to her chest during a hike. The camera contained footage of the attack on her friend. In it, the recording shows Ms. Raiser calling out. After a few minutes, she finds her friend, standing perfectly still, trying to reach out to something out of frame. Ms. Raiser calls out one last time, before a pale-white beak darts out from behind a tree, impaling the victim and killing them instantly. Ms. Raiser lets out a terrified shriek but remains motionless, seemingly petrified by fear. SCP-6675 is seen lifting its head and looking directly at Ms. Raiser, after a few seconds, SCP-6675 picks up the body in its beak and exits out of frame. Ms. Raiser regains composure following SCP-6675’s departure and begins running in the woods, the rest of the video is nothing but woodland until Ms. Raiser remembers the camera is recording and turns it off. After the interview, Ms. Raiser was administered amnestics and a cover-up story about an escaped harpy eagle was published in the local newspaper. It is now thought that several cases of disappearances in the forests of Maine and New Hampshire are SCP-6675's doing. Following its discovery by the Foundation, an attempt to capture SCP-6675 through the use of Scranton Reality Anchors to prevent it from demanifestating was authorized on 07/19/2001. Site-248 was chosen to proceed with the capture due to its proximity to White Mountain National Forest, the last area where SCP-6675 was sighted. After thorough preparations, several SRA beacons were placed within the forest at the request of Head Researcher Turán and Researcher Hoffman. A request for a Class D personnel was submitted which was authorized. D-8615 was equipped with a tracking collar and led by Site-248's containment team in the forest to bait SCP-6675 to appear, which occurred 2 hours after the initial entry into the forest by D-8615. Upon manifestation, the Scranton Reality Anchors activated which prevented SCP-6675 from demanifesting. MTF Gamma-4 (“Green Stags”) operatives arrived shortly thereafter, giving chase until SCP-6675 was trapped in a narrow passage. Despite initially fleeing, SCP-6675 suddenly exhibited aggressive behavior and attacked the closest containment unit before being subdued through the use of tranquilizers. Addendum 6675.2: Following capture, SCP-6675 was placed in a small Type A containment chamber devoid of vegetation or soil. Over the span of a single week, SCP-6675 had shown extremely aggressive behavior, attacking the chamber’s walls with its beak and attacking any personnel that entered the chamber on sight. Researcher Hoffman had a meeting with Head Researcher Turán regarding the inappropriate containment procedure given to SCP-6675. The following is a transcript of this meeting: Level 2 Access required. Access authorized. [START OF LOG] Researcher Hoffman: Mat- [clears throat] Turán, I wish to talk to you about SCP-6675, something feels off regarding its containment procedure and I think- Head Researcher Turán: Hoffman, don’t pull your usual act with me, you think I didn't notice that you were getting more and more obsessed with that reptile? Researcher Hoffman: I- Alright, fine. I’ll admit I have taken a… notable interest in SCP-6675. I don’t quite understand though Turán, why is it given such an inappropriate treatment? Head Researcher Turán: What do you mean? Researcher Hoffman: Well, uh - your past reports on SCP-6675 are all biased, you know. They talk about it like it is some monstrous abomination who knows nothing but murder and carnage. Head Researcher Turán: All of these things are dangerous anomalies. Treating them like they aren’t is a danger in itself. Researcher Hoffman: There can be more than meets the eye- [pauses]…look, I know sometimes we will encounter and have encountered entities or objects that can compromise Humanity. This is why we’re here, to contain them. However, mistreating the ones that aren’t actual threats to us doesn’t make us any different from how you perceive them as. Head Researcher Turán: I- [pauses] ..alright, fine. What do you want? Researcher Hoffman: All I'm asking is that you let me do some tests with SCP-6675, I'm sure there’s more to it than what you make it out to be. Head Researcher Turán: [brief pause, then sigh] 2 months. I’m giving you 2 months to do whatever you want with the wretched thing. Is there anything else? Researcher Hoffman: Yeah, stop hogging the coffee machine. It makes you bitter. [laughter] Head Researcher Turán: [laughs] You’re lucky you were my assistant. Now go, before I change my mind. [END OF LOG] After the reunion with Head Researcher Turán, Researcher Hoffman initiated a series of behavioral tests to learn more about SCP-6675, the following are the transcripts of these tests: Level 3 Access required. Access authorized. Experiment Log 6675 - 1 Date: 05/17/2001 Purpose of the test: In an attempt to understand SCP-6675’s mentality and potential prey drive, it shall be provided with a human-shaped mannequin to observe its reaction. Test Subject: Mannequin wearing common clothes, chunks of meat were placed under the clothes. Test Result: Prior to SCP-6675’s entry, the mannequin was placed in the center of the testing chamber. After the test started, SCP-6675 was introduced within the chamber. SCP-6675 initially wandered the room and attacked the walls with its beak before noticing the mannequin, after which SCP-6675 proceeded to emit vocalizations seemingly noticing no reaction from what it perceived as a living being. SCP-6675 stood still for 2 minutes before cautiously approaching the mannequin and what appeared to be smelling it. Following this SCP-6675 instantly pierced the mannequin with its beak before proceeding to take it in its beak and flail it around, seemingly displaying either playful or prideful behavior. Test ended after 10 minutes of SCP-6675 repeating this behavior. Note: What a surprise, the giant monster-bird instantly attacked the human-shaped figure. I expect better, Hoffman. - Head Researcher Turán Don’t be so stuck up, this test showed us an interesting snippet of its behavior. There is more behind SCP-6675's acts than you think. - Researcher Hoffman Following Experiment Log 6675 - 1, it was discovered that recordings of SCP-6675's vocalizations do not carry over the cognitohazardous effects. The following is a recording of the sounds emitted by SCP-6675 during its interaction with the mannequin: Experiment Log 6675 - 2 Date: 06/03/2001 Purpose of the test: In an attempt to understand SCP-6675’s mentality and potential prey drive, it shall be provided with another animal to observe its reaction. Test Subject: Sus scrofa domesticus (Domestic Pig) Test Result: An adult pig is introduced inside SCP-6675’s chamber, after a few minutes of observing it, SCP-6675 emits vocalizations similarly to the previous experiment. 2 minutes after hearing SCP-6675’s vocalization, the pig began to stagger before freezing in place, SCP-6675 is seen approaching the pig. Once it reached the pig, SCP-6675 began putting its beak around it at various angles, seemingly trying to swallow it whole. After several minutes of repeating this motion, SCP-6675 seemingly got impatient and stabbed its beak into the pig. Before ending the test, Researcher Hoffman noticed SCP-6675 began to pick pieces of meat from the wound on the pig. This was the first time SCP-6675 was recorded feeding. The pig’s remains were recovered 2 days later after SCP-6675 didn’t want to eat from it further. [See Experiment Log 6675 - 3] Note: So that’s what it normally does with the bodies, I’m not going to lie, I was expecting something different. At least we don’t have to feed it with Class Ds as I initially thought. - Head Researcher Turán Following Experiment Log 6675 - 2, SCP-6675’s containment procedures were updated to include feeding domestic pigs on a bi-weekly schedule to SCP-6675. Experiment Log 6675 - 3 Date: 06/06/2001 Purpose of the test: Test was accidental in nature, D-9468 was tasked to retrieve the remains from the previous test and clean the chamber while SCP-6675 was sedated. The dosage of the sedative was wrongly evaluated and SCP-6675 woke up after a few minutes of sleep. Test Subject: D-9468 Test Result: SCP-6675 is sedated, after confirmation of the sedative taking effect, D-9468 is signaled to enter the chamber. After entering, D-9468 proceeds to remove the remains and places them in a bin that was provided, D-9468 then begins to clear the floor. At this point, SCP-6675 begins waking up, which is immediately noticed by D-9468 who runs to the exit door. Security Guard Toldi, who was overlooking D-9468 from the control room, proceeded to call Researcher Hoffman to notify him of what was happening. By the time Researcher Hoffman arrived at SCP-6675's chamber, SCP-6675 had fully woken up and was looking directly at D-9468 before proceeding to get closer. Once SCP-6675 reached D-9468, it probed D-9468 with its beak gently, after a few minutes of this behavior SCP-6675 retreated to another part of the chamber, leaving D-9468 alone. Researcher Hoffman proceeded to open the door to allow D-9468 to leave the chamber. Note: It appears SCP-6675 exhibits no aggressive behavior when it has recently eaten, similar to most modern predators. This definitely is a step in the right direction, though I do hope the circumstances that allowed this observation do not repeat themselves again. - Researcher Hoffman Experiment Log 6675 - 4 Date: 06/20/2001 Purpose of the test: Introduce SCP-6675 in a Behavioral Simulation Chamber to see if the aggressive behavior stems from inappropriate containment procedures. Test Result: SCP-6675 displayed expected aggressive behavior upon introduction to the chamber, attacking the walls along with the Scranton Reality Anchor in the center. After a few days, SCP-6675 quickly adapted to the chamber, seemingly having already established a territory in a large part of the room and calming down over time. SCP-6675 rests for most of the day, waking up usually around 20:00. Despite paleontological theories showing the contrary, SCP-6675 was observed to be a mostly nocturnal animal. When awake, SCP-6675 will aimlessly roam the chamber. Periodically, SCP-6675 will get on top of a rock formation located to the north of the chamber, seemingly watching its territory. Researcher Hoffman noted that SCP-6675 has a behavior similar to a male lion. Note: So it was only this aggressive because it wasn’t given enough plants and space… I’ll have the boys over at the paleobiological department help you revise containment procedures. - Head Researcher Turán After the 2-month limit imposed by Head Researcher Turán ended, Researcher Hoffman was called to meet with him to report on the results of the tests on SCP-6675. The following is a transcript of the meeting: [START OF LOG] Head Researcher Turán: Welcome Hoffman, please take a seat. Sounds of a chair scraping on the ground are heard, followed by a cough by Researcher Hoffman Head Researcher Turán: Well? Don't just sit there like a kid who's lost at the fair, give me your report. Researcher Hoffman: Oh r-right, sorry. [Clears throat] I came to the conclusion that SCP-6675 is pretty much just an animal, its previous aggressive behavior was due to the lack of food and inappropriate containment conditions. Head Researcher Turán: Mmh, I take that you've contacted the guys in charge of the chambers to accommodate SCP-6675's new room? Researcher Hoffman: That's right, we were currently in the process of planting foliage from the Cretaceous era we obtained through ██████ in the chamber, SCP-6675 should be introduced in its new home in around a week. For now, it is temporarily contained in the Behavioral Simulation Chamber we used during one of the tests. Head Researcher Turán: I see… Researcher Hoffman: Is something on your mind? Head Researcher Turán: I just…I just don't really know what to think about SCP-6675, I feel almost disappointed. Researcher Hoffman: D-Disappointed? Why? Head Researcher Turán: All of our tests with it have been successful, we learned almost everything there was to learn about SCP-6675 with them… I expected more of a monster out of SCP-6675 than what it truly was in reality, an animal. Researcher Hoffman: Ah well, it's more with the fact that monsters are rarer these days, most end up becoming just misunderstood animals or entities. This doesn't mean they aren't dangerous or mysterious in any way. Hell, maybe SCP-6675 is just an animal but I'll remind you it's a creature from a bygone era capable of causing hallucinations and seemingly teleportation, there are still so many questions that have yet to be answered. Head Researcher Turán: Mmh, maybe you're right [pauses] …Regardless, what matters is that SCP-6675 will be contained properly now, it has pretty much become Site-248's little mascot. A lot of the guys talk about it like they were at the zoo [laughs]. Now if you'll excuse me I have to do some paperwork, you're dismissed, Marcus. Researcher Hoffman: Right, thank you for your time, sir! [END OF LOG] Footnotes 1. Time period that lasted from ~100 million years ago to 66 million years ago marked by the Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event that ended the reign of non-avian dinosaurs. 2. A family of pterosaurs from the Late Cretaceous era characterized by their long legs and extremely long necks. |
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Special Containment Procedures SCP-6677 will be stored in High-Yield Data Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. METATRON.aic will scan servers associated with entertainment producers, networks, and distributors for any sign of SCP-6677. Individuals who are confirmed to have received the anomaly will be amnesticized. MTF Kappa-43 (“The Mediators”) will work on countermeasures to prohibit emails from SCP-6677’s source and attempt to track their IP address. Description SCP-6677 is the digital file of the pilot of children’s show entitled “Finn’s Hollow”, produced and distributed by GOI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”) and shot using several puppets. The puppets on screen appear to feature much more articulation than one would expect from marionettes or hand puppets. No digital effects have been confirmed in the production. It is believed the puppets are animate, if not fully sapient. No evidence of these potential entities has been found outside of SCP-6677. The location and the existence of the sets used in SCP-6677’s production are unclear at this time. When an individual watches SCP-6677, there is no immediate anomalous effect. However, within twenty-four to forty-eight hours the subject will develop significant aversion to open spaces (despite any lack of history with the condition) and will experience panic attacks if forced into such environments. Additionally, subjects will experience significant face blindness, finding it nearly impossible to recognize individuals even with prior personal knowledge. These effects last for anywhere between seventy-two hours and a week. There is no lasting anomalous effect beyond this period. Discovery: Dr. W. Wettle received the following email at his SCiPNET account concerning a new release by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media: To: William Wettle, PhD, Site-43 From: Marian McPhaerson, Vikander-Kneed Public Outreach Subject: Thought you might find this interesting! Date: 30/09/2021 William! Hope you’re doing well. We were all really impressed with your feedback on the survey after our seminar a few months back and some of the folks in creative were wondering if you had any thoughts on this new thing we’re shopping around. Take a look and let me know what you think! – Mari P.S. No need to report this to your superiors, it can be our secret! P.P.S Gonna send these to a bunch of network people, maybe even Netflix! Isn’t this streaming future so exciting? We ain’t stuck to radio shows no more! The only known copy of SCP-6677 was found attached to the above email. Dr. Wettle reported it to Director McInnis and research into any potential anomalous effects began.1 Addendum 6677.1: Transcript of SCP-6677 Foreword: The following is a full transcript of the only known copy of SCP-6677. Cast of Characters: Frank, the Demon Sadie Mayor Bennings Charlemagne Kepler III Officer Cochon Ms. Frizits Boethius, The Philosopher Rusty Skeleton, Esq. & The Profane Chorus Frank, the Demon. [Scene opens on rural barn doors; a tumbleweed rolls past the camera’s view, followed by the doors opening. The puppet named Frank steps out from behind the door, brushing at his head with his free hand, trying to get straw out of his fur.]2 Frank: God [CENSORED] damn it.3 [Frank bends over and shakes out the fur on his head until all the straw has been freed. He dusts himself off with both hands and then picks up his sword which was leaned against the outside of the barn.] Frank: [Looking up into the camera with wide eyes] Oh [CENSORED], sorry kids. Didn’t see you there. You ‘bout gave me a [CENSORED] heart attack! What brings you out to Finn’s HollowTM?4 [Frank listens attentively, occasionally nodding and offering prompts such as "uh huh" and "go on." It is unclear what the entity is listening to. This continues for approximately three minutes.] Frank: Oh, well, I’m the right one to ask! Everyone says so, “Frank is the best tour guide in this here hollow!” Come on! [Frank walks towards a motorcycle with a side car and the camera follows. The strings coming off the puppet continue on off camera towards the sky, but from the camera’s view, it is clear they are several meters in length at least. The property is dry scrub land, with a farmhouse a few hundred yards away, painted in earth tones. The structure is in an advanced state of disrepair, as is the barn. Frank gets on his motorcycle and puts on a helmet, then indicates the side car. He produces another helmet and apparently affixes it to the camera – the view is framed by the helmet.] Frank: [Flashing a thumbs up to the camera] Always wear a helmet, kids! The Profane Chorus. [The ride into town is accompanied by a trio of singing voices, performing an aria in Swedish. At first, it seems as if the singing is part of a soundtrack, but then Frank points off to the right side of the motorcycle. There are three puppets floating along while singing and keeping pace with the motorcycle just a few feet away. Each is vaguely reminiscent of an animal, but very stylized.] [Frank waves.] The scene cuts ahead to a set of a rural town. [Frank pulls the motorcycle over in front of a general store and gets off. The camera follows him into the store. Behind the counter is a middle-aged female puppet, in the shadows.] Frank: Let me introduce Ms. Frizits, the local shopkeep. We ain’t got one of them big box stores around here, so if you want to buy it’s from the Frizz. Ms. Frizits. Ms. Frizits: [Grumbling] Told you to stop calling me that, you heathen. Frank: Oh, sorry Frizzy. [Turns back to the camera] If you need anything while you’re here in town, from groceries to duct tape to the means to defend yourself under the Second Amendment, it’s here at Frizits’ Frugal Buys. [Frizits begins animatedly tapping her foot; the sound of her tapping is in tempo with the muted singing from the Profane Chorus visible through the window to the street. Frizits crosses her arms and narrows her eyes, following Frank’s movements closely with her eyes.] Ms. Frizits: What are you even in here for? Your kind don’t even eat human food. Frank: That’s just not true, Frizz. I like devil dogs and angel’s food cake. [Frank chuckles and winks into the camera.] Ms. Frizits: What are you even doing with these kids? They shouldn’t be around your type. You’re a corrupting influence, ain’t ya? Frank: That’s just [CENSORED] ridiculous! [Frank laughs again] Who else would show a new arrival around town? Ain’t I the Ambassador of Finn’s HollowTM? Ms. Frizits: I don’t remember Mayor Bennings giving you no Ambassadorship. Frank: [Lowered voice] It's a [CENSORED] honorary title… [Frizits looks into the camera.] Ms. Frizits: Now children, if he gives you any trouble whatsoever, you just call me, Karen Frizits. [Frank leads the camera back out onto the street but stops to wave towards Frizits.] Frank: Bye Karen! [The Profane Chorus start singing a slower, more somber song.] Frank: You boys are killing it today, you know that? [Frank points across the street at a post office.] Frank: Let’s head on in there next! [Camera follows Frank across a dilapidated blacktop road to the post office. In front of the office, sitting in a rocking chair situated on a porch is a degraded female puppet.] Sadie Frank: This here is Sadie, our one-woman postal service for the whole [CENSORED] Hollow! [Sadie coughs for a few seconds before lighting a cigarette.] Sadie: Hey, Frank. What’s your demon [CENSORED] doing out here with them kids? Frank: Hey, Sadie! I’m showing ‘em around the Hollow, duh. Sadie: What you showed them so far? Frank: Um… my place, sorta and then Frizzy’s. Sadie: How’s that hag doing? Frank: Doesn’t like me much. Sadie: Well, you’re a demon and she’s a Presbyterian, what do you expect? Just ignore her. Frank: Just ‘cuz I’m a demon? Not my fault I was born this way. [Sadie shrugs and stubs out her cigarette. She then lights another.] Sadie: Don’t worry about that closeminded idiot, you don’t hurt nobody and before you that farm wasn’t doing nothing but gathering spiders. You’re an alright demon in my book. Frank: Thanks, Sadie. [Frank starts to turn around, but then quickly turns back towards Sadie.] Frank: Wait a minute, shouldn’t you be delivering the mail? Sadie: [Yelling] Do I tell you how to demon? No? That’s because I mind my own business and don’t pretend to know what you demons do… so don’t pretend you know how to deliver the mail. [CENSORED]. [Frank holds up his hands in surrender. The Profane Chorus start singing a raucous Irish drinking song. Sadie gives them a thumbs up.] Sadie: Get the [CENSORED] outta here and keep showing these kids the town. Frank: [Laughing] Yes, ma’am! Officer Cochon. [Frank walks away from the Post Office and the camera follows. As they pass by a brick building Frank stops to look in the window. There a puppet of a police officer is assaulting another puppet in a jail cell. Frank pounds on the window.] Frank: Hey, Mr. Cochon, come out and meet the newcomers! [The police officer waves at Frank to go away as he throws the prisoner down onto the bench in a cell and restrains him. When the prisoner continues to resist, the police officer strikes the puppet and then puts him in handcuffs. The officer dusts off his hands and then moves towards the entrance to the police station, exiting and approaching Frank and the camera.] Officer Cochon: What you want, demon? [Frank cringes and takes a step backwards in response to the officer’s tone.] Frank: I just thought you’d like to get to know the newcomers, I’m showing them around. [Officer Cochon looks at the camera.] Officer Cochon: Shouldn’t you kids be in school? [Frank steps in between the camera and the police officer.] Frank: Now hold on, Officer Cochon! I’m just showing them around town. Officer Cochon: I wasn’t talking to you, creature. Get outta my way. [The police officer pushes Frank away, who stumbles and falls onto his back.] Officer Cochon: [Staring right into the camera at close quarters] I asked you a question! [The police officer grumbles for a few minutes then nods once.] Officer Cochon: Alright, I’ll let you off with a warning this time. But next time you’re hanging around town on a school day, I’m taking you in for truancy. You understand me? [The police officer moves back towards the station and shouts over his shoulder.] Officer Cochon: Take your charcoal demon and get lost! [Frank gets up and dusts himself off.] Frank: …. let’s keep moving. [The Profane Chorus have stopped singing and can be seen over the police station, hanging their heads.] Mayor Bennings. [Frank leads the camera towards a run down building with a sign that reads City Hall. Out in front of the building sits an old man puppet at a card table. He appears to be begging and there is a bottle of alcohol sitting on the table. His clothes look rough and his hair is ragged.] Frank: Good morning, Mayor Bennings! Mayor Bennings: [Mumbling indecipherably] Frank: Well, these are some new arrivals in town, and I thought I’d show them around. You know, be the Ambassador of Finn’s HollowTM. [Mayor Bennings does not respond, but instead picks up the bottle and takes a drink of the alcohol.] Frank: Anything you want to say to the visitors, Mayor? Maybe some words of wisdom? [Mayor Bennings grunts, takes another swallow from his bottle and then looks into the camera. He nudges the collection bowl in front of him and nods at it.] Frank: Sure, Mayor, I’ll contribute! What are we raising funds for today? [Mayor Bennings taps the half empty bottle on his table.] Frank: Um… [turns to the camera] maybe we should move along now. [Frank drops a few coins into the bowl and then hurries the camera down the street.] Frank: [Speaking in a hushed tone] Jesus, Mayor… that was pretty [CENSORED] up. Unknown: Well, what do you expect from Finn’s HollowTM, Frank? Rusty Skeleton, Esq. [Frank jumps in surprise and turns around, the camera following his gaze. Floating above the street is a humanoid animate skeleton constructed of metal that is noticeably oxidized.] Frank: [CENSORED] you, Rusty! Scared the hell outta me. [Frank turns to the camera and chuckles.] Rusty: Introduce me, you horrible hellspawn. Frank: Oh right, kids, this is Rusty Skeleton, Esquire – legal advisor to the dead and damned of the Hollow. [Rusty bows in a flourish, flakes of oxidized metal falling off him and towards the floor, but disappearing before striking the road. The entity is floating nearly half a meter off the ground, so the camera tilts up to take him all in.] Rusty: Hmmm, I wonder how you can see me. Tell me, children… would you happen to be dead? Frank: No no no! They’re not dead, they’re just special! And newcomers so we need to put on our best faces. [Rusty looks off back towards Mayor Bennings.] Rusty: Tell that to the fossil! I’m the dead one around here, you’d think he’d show more gumption than me. Frank: [Turns to the camera] Only the dead or the infernal can usually see or hear Rusty… then again, I guess the divine would too, but who cares about them? [Rusty turns back to the camera, then approaches the camera so close that only his skull is visible.] Frank: Jesus Christ, Rusty. You trying to [CENSORED] scare the kids to death? Rusty: Would that work? Hmmm… [Rusty continues to train his empty sockets directly into the camera for over a minute.] Rusty: Anyway, I’m looking to see if any of them are dead. Or damned. I’m not picky. Frank: They’re not dead or damned, don’t you think I’d know? [Rusty scratches as his cranium and backs up from the camera.] Rusty: Guess you would, at that. So, what’s left on your tour? Frank: Going to head down the rest of main street and then hit the hilltop. Rusty: Saving the best for last, I like it. Alright, you convinced me. I’m coming. Frank: Okay, but don’t you bother our guests no more. You hear me? [Rusty holds up his hands in surrender and floats ahead.] Rusty: Coming? [Frank and Rusty continue to walk along the street, seemingly ignoring the camera they’re giving the tour to.] Frank: Okay, but what I’m saying is that if Uriel really wanted to make sure we were stuck in the pit, he would have built a better wall. That thing has been falling apart for [CENSORED] centuries, man! Rusty: Right, sure. I’m not saying that Uriel wasn’t also at fault but if Raziel hadn’t dropped the ball during the rebellion in the first place, then– The Philosopher, Boethius. [The camera stops following them and focuses on a man sitting on the concrete in front of an abandoned store front. He is looking up at the camera with a vacant look.] Boethius: I turn the wheel that spins. I delight to see the high come down and the low ascend. [From off camera Frank can be heard chuckling at something Rusty has said.] Boethius: Thou hast bitterly complained of the injustice of the senate. Thou hast grieved over my calumniation, and likewise hast lamented the damage to my good name. [From off camera Frank can be heard shouting, getting louder as he approaches from a decent distance.] Boethius: 'Ask what thou wilt,' said I, 'for I will answer whatever questions thou choosest to put.' Then said she: 'This world of ours—thinkest thou it is governed haphazard and fortuitously, or believest thou that there is in it any rational guidance?' ‘Nay,’ says I. [Frank runs up next to the camera and bends over at the waist, catching his breath, just barely visible on the left hand side of the video. Boethius continues to stare vacantly at the camera.] Boethius: Whence it comes to pass that for the wise no place is left for hatred. Frank: [Breathing hard] Guess you met, Boethius huh? [gasps] The Philosopher Boethius, meet our newest arrivals in Finn’s HollowTM. Boethius: Yet 'gainst their brothers' lives men point the murderous steel; Unjust and cruel wars they wage, And haste with flying darts the death to meet or deal. No right nor reason can they show.5 Rusty: [Yelling from down the street] What’s that weirdo talking about now? [Frank makes a dismissive gesture by waving his hand at Rusty, all the while looking down at Boethius and trying to catch his breath.] Boethius: For if vicious propensity is, as it were, a disease of the soul like bodily sickness, even as we account the sick in body by no means deserving of hate, but rather of pity, so, and much more, should they be pitied whose minds are assailed by wickedness, which is more frightful than any sickness. Frank: Boethius, I gotta say, I have no [CENSORED] idea what you’re talking about my man. Which is par for the [CENSORED] course. Boethius: Weak-minded folly magnifies All that is rare and strange, And the dull herd's o'erwhelmed with awe At unexpected change. But wonder leaves enlightened minds, When ignorance no longer blinds. Frank: [Turns towards the camera and starts leading it away] Let’s keep going okay? He’s not all there. [Frank and Rusty lead the camera up the hill and to the top, which isn’t very high but gives a good vantage of the small town. It is clearly a set built for puppets, and yet there are many more buildings beyond those used in the scenes taking place before this section of the log.] [Frank and Rusty stop under an oak tree near the crest of the hill and sit down facing the town. Rusty is still floating a half meter in the air, just in a sitting position.] Frank: Just look at all that goodness, man what a great town. Rusty: [Making the “crazy” gesture on his skull out of Frank’s eye line] Sure is, pal. Frank: I can’t wait to see them all down in Hell. Rusty: Wait, wha– Charlemagne Kepler III, local ne’er-do-well. [The sound of laughing can be heard coming from off camera. Frank gets up and looks around the back of the tree. Standing there against the trunk is a squat puppet with wild, unruly hair.] Frank: Charlie, what are you doing here? Charlemagne: [Growls like a dog] That. Is. Not. My. Name. Frank: Fine, Charlemagne. What do you want? Charlemagne: Introduce me to your friends. Rusty: This guy is such a pain. Frank: [Putting a hand up towards Rusty] Sure, kids this is Charlemagne Kepler the III. He’s a relative newcomer to the Hollow. Charlemagne: Yeah, I sure am, and boy did they welcome me! Rusty: Maybe if you were a little less high strung… Frank: Listen, buddy. I didn’t know, how could I? Charlemagne: That your tour around the town would associate you with me? That they’d think that I was half demon because of the way your hair looks and the similarities with mine? That no one in town would help me adjust or find me a place to live or work… I’ve basically been on my own! Frank: I offered to help. Charlemagne: How the [CENSORED] could you help me? Live in that shit house? Fix up your farm with you? Then they’d be right, I would be associated with you and look at the way you get treated! Frank: The Hollow folks just don’t know me well yet, they’re adjusting to my presence. To be fair to them, they’d never met a demon before! Charlemagne: Sure, Frank. Any moment, they’ll take you in. Frank: [Speaking in a low tone] Sadie likes me. Charlemagne: Who gives a [CENSORED]? You ruined everything for me, Frank. I’m not like you, I’m not a demon! Frank: Yeah okay. I get it. What do you want then? Charlemagne: [Turns to the camera] Kids, if you know what’s good for you, you won’t hang around this demonic trash. He’ll ruin your whole stay here. You need to be careful who you associate with, otherwise, they’ll just think you’re damned like him. Frank: Okay, Charlie. You said your piece, why don’t you get outta here? [Charlemagne picks up a backpack full of fireworks, with a bottle of liquor showing through the open zipper. He closes the zipper and slings it over his shoulder.] Charlemagne: Yeah yeah, just stay away from me Frank. [Frank hangs his head and leans against the tree. Rusty pats him on the shoulder. The Profane Chorus sings a somber melody from the upper branches.] Rusty: You can’t help what people believe, Frank. All you can do is live your life and they’ll see you’re a good person and not just a demon. [Frank nods and wipes at his eyes.] Frank: Let’s head back to the bike. Hey, Rusty, you coming over to my place? Rusty: Be by later, but right now I have to meet with some clients. [Rusty is pointing in the direction away from town and the camera turns to see a small graveyard with a line of ghosts approaching towards Mr. Skeleton.] Frank: Kay, see you later. The footage cuts to Frank pulling up on his motorcycle outside his farmhouse. As before the camera seems to have sat in the sidecar. [Frank leans against his front porch.] Frank: Well I hope your first day in the Hollow was a good one, and my tour was informative. You have any feedback? [Frank listens attentively again for a few seconds.] Frank: Well sure, adjusting to small town life is hard but I think it’s been pretty rewarding overall. Plus, I’m fixing up this farm and I’ve got a few pigs and cows, it’s sorta great. Trust me, way better than living in Hell. Anyway, I got work to do. See you later, kids. [Frank starts walking over to the barn and the camera follows. He turns around when he gets to the barn door and screams when he makes eye contact with the camera.] Frank: Holy [CENSORED]! I thought you’d have left. Tour’s over kids. I got stuff to do here. Like I said before, this is a farm. [Frank stares into the camera for a few seconds.] Frank: You want to stay? With me? Well… are you sure? You heard what that dweeb on the hill said. [Franks pauses, presumably to hear a response.] Frank: Well, okay, but only if you’re sure. And there’s no freeloading here, we got to get this farm in working order. The townsfolk may not approve of me, but this is our land and we’re gonna get it in the best shape of its life! [Frank turns towards the barn doors and starts to open them, then he turns back to the camera and smiles for a few seconds before heading inside. The barn doors close and the credits begin to roll.] End of Transcript Footnotes 1. Wettle was formally reprimanded for engaging with members of GOI-5889, but he claimed he had never done so and records from his SCiPNET account confirmed this. 2. The puppets universally exhibit range of movement that would be impossible to recreate with marionette strings, which are still visible on Frank and many others of the cast. 3. All redactions are on the part of the production, as swearing is censored despite its heavy presence in some dialogue. 4. Recording did not actually register the phrase “TM” but invariably, transcripts have included it and the notation cannot be deleted for unknown reasons. 5. 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SCP-6678 | esoteric-class | LightlessLantern SCP-6678: Mineral Extraction Item No: SCP-6678 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6678 is to be monitored by Iranian Site-14. Direct containment is impossible as SCP-6678 is currently under the control of the Organisation for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts1. Description: SCP-6678 is a doorway, measuring 2 metres in height by 1 metre in width, composed of Mediterranean cypress (Cupressus sempervirens) wood. SCP-6678 is located near the summit of Siah-Kaman Mountain, Mazandaran Province, Iran. SCP-6678-1 is an extradimensional desert of unknown size, accessible through SCP-6678. History: SCP-6678 was discovered on 1978-03-12 by Foundation Agents during patrols as part of OPERATION CROWNED LION2, who immediately reported it to Iranian Site-14. On 1978-03-17, an exploration team was sent to ascertain the status and potential use of SCP-6678. No abnormal events were recorded during exploration and several samples of the soil in SCP-6678-1 were obtained. Geological analysis of these samples found extremely high levels of beryllium bronze, more than 400% higher than the soil surrounding SCP-6678 in baseline reality. As such, further study was ordered, with a geological survey team entering SCP-6678 on 1978-04-02. Their analysis found large deposits of beryllium bronze beneath the surface of SCP-6678-1, with an estimated total mass of 4,000 metric tons3 within a 50 km radius of SCP-6678. Proposals for the extraction of these deposits were approved, however, they were delayed due to an increased focus on OPERATION CROWNED LION. Following the creation of the Islamic Republic of Iran in February 1979, Foundation activities were forcibly curtailed, resulting in the loss of control of SCP-6678. Proposals to retake possession of SCP-6678 were denied, due to the lack of available personnel and the greater strain an operation would place on Foundation-Iran relations. Incident-6678-018: On 1980-07-12, Iranian Site-14 detected abnormal movement in the area surrounding SCP-6678. Upon further review, it was discovered that a large number of ORIA officers had amassed around SCP-6678, along with digging equipment. Due to the possibility of ORIA having become aware of the deposits within SCP-6678-1 and the adverse effects of ORIA obtaining large reserves of beryllium bronze, the Department of Advanced Diplomacy was ordered to create a method to persuade ORIA to transfer control of SCP-6678 to Foundation custody. Department Of Advanced Diplomacy Analysis Item No: SCP-6678 Project Head: Dr Ruqayyah Mehmet Description: SCP-6678 is a large wooden door leading to an extradimensional plane of unknown size, designated SCP-6678-1. SCP-6678-1 has been found to contain deposits of beryllium bronze, believed to exceed 4,000 metric tons. History: Beryllium bronze is an anomalous alloy, created through unknown methods during the First and Second Occult Wars, occurring around 100,000 to 10,000 BCE. It is one of the most useful anomalous materials available to the Foundation, with its emotional conductivity being unparalleled by any modern alloy. Through several thaumaturgic rituals, beryllium bronze can be infused with several emotions and can become a sustainable emitter of these emotions for over 3,000 years. The integration of calmness-infused beryllium bronze in the clothing of researchers and Mobile Task Force uniforms has reduced the rate and intensity of mental attacks by SCPs by 60% over the last 40 years. The Foundation's demand for beryllium bronze will only grow in the future. The loss of such a large reserve of the material will be detrimental to the Foundation's work and security. Analysis: The Foundation's relations with the Islamic Republic are unfavourable to our aims, with several outposts having been destroyed by the Revolutionary Guard and Foundation agents either being expelled from the country or executed for terrorism. This is primarily due to our historic support of the Shah and our attempts to prevent his government's collapse with OPERATION CROWNED LION. These operations faced regular interference from ORIA, resulting in the widespread disruption of Foundation supply chains, the forced isolation of Iranian Site-14 and the loss of 20 anomalies to ORIA custody. Because of this, ORIA has favourable relations with the Islamic Republic and it is unlikely that we would be able to openly persuade the government to force the transfer of SCP-6678 to our custody. However, it is known that several members of the Global Occult Coalition's Council of 108 have unfavourable views of ORIA, due to their insistence on autonomy within the Middle East, because of the perceived "colonialist" nature of several Western occult organisations. One requirement of their autonomy is that they are to uphold the terms of the Global Occult Coalition's founding charter. As the Islamic Republic has not ratified this charter, it is illegal for it to obtain and utilise anomalous items or weaponry. The Iranian government acquiring control of SCP-6678-1 and its deposits of beryllium bronze would be a major breach of the charter and would be likely to result in ORIA's immediate expulsion from the Global Occult Coalition's Council of 108, loss of its right to autonomy and its forced assimilation into another occult organisation. PROPOSAL: Falsified Foundation messages, claiming the recent discovery of beryllium bronze deposits at Siah-Kaman Mountain, are to be leaked to ORIA. These messages are to also claim that the Foundation is seeking to disclose the existence of these deposits to the Iranian government, as a goodwill gesture to make amends for previous errors. It is highly likely that ORIA will attempt to instigate talks with the Foundation, to negotiate terms for us to not contact the Iranian government. In these talks, we shall order the immediate transfer of SCP-6678 to Foundation custody, in return for which, ORIA will receive a small proportion of extracted material. Should ORIA refuse, we shall disclose the existence of SCP-6678 to the Iranian government, which will result in ORIA's expulsion from the area surrounding Siah-Kaman and the movement of Iranian forces into the area to begin extraction. Subsequently, we will inform the Global Occult Coalition of these developments, obscuring our involvement through the destruction of ORIA archives. We will assist in the eradication of ORIA and the taking of Siah-Kaman from Iranian forces, in return for a share of the extracted material. PROVIDED DOCUMENTATION: History of the Occult Wars and their Effects, 150,000 BCE to 1955 CE ORIA Agreements with the Allied Occult Initiative and the Global Occult Coalition, 1919-1975 Global Occult Coalition Founding Charter Section 3, 1945 Foundation total use of beryllium bronze, 1935-1977 Predicted Foundation use of beryllium bronze, 1981-1999 OPERATION CROWNED LION Documents, 1978 Overseer Command Vote Summary: YEA NAY ABS. O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED (7-4-2) Falsified messages were released to ORIA on 1980-07-24, with a meeting request from ORIA being granted on 1980-07-28. Date: 1980-07-30 Persons Present: Dr Ruqayyah Mehmet, Foundation Representative Rizwan Ashraf, ORIA Representative <Begin Log> Mehmet: Thank you for coming. What did you want to speak to us about? Ashraf: Is the Foundation aware of any anomalies on the Siah-Kaman mountain? Mehmet: No, we aren't. Ashraf: So you haven't been near the mountain? No explorations, nothing? Mehmet: That's correct. Ashraf: Then how is it that we have messages from your agents saying that you've found deposits of beryllium bronze on the mountain? And that you were planning to disclose their location to the government? Mehmet: How did you acquire these, alleged, messages? Ashraf: How we obtained the information doesn't matter. What matters is how you've been able to discover these deposits despite not being near the mountain. Mehmet: That's classified. Ashraf: I recommend that you tell me some information, otherwise I'll be reporting to the GOC that you're spying on a member of the Council. [5 seconds of silence.] Mehmet: OK. We have certain satellites that can detect emissions from beryllium bronze. They had readings from Siah-Kaman that corresponded to underground deposits. Ashraf: I see, thank you. So, apart from these satellites, you haven't found anything else on Siah-Kaman? Mehmet: No. Ashraf: And the Foundation hasn't been anywhere near Siah-Kaman? Mehmet: No, we haven't been that far north. Ashraf: Liar. [5 seconds of silence.] Mehmet: Excuse me? Ashraf: You heard me. You're lying to me, deliberately. Mehmet: I can assure you, I'm not. We've never had reason to investigate near Siah-Kaman. Ashraf: So, your agents have never been anywhere near the mountain and they've never encountered any anomalies near the mountain either? Mehmet: Yes, I can assure you of that. Ashraf: Then explain this to me. [Ashraf passes a photograph across the table to Mehmet.] Mehmet: This is- Ashraf: A Foundation-issue ration pack, yes. We found it in a dimensional anomaly on the mountain4. Care to explain? [3 seconds of silence.] Ashraf: I'll do it for you. You discover the anomaly and explore it, discovering the deposits of beryllium bronze. The Revolution means you can't extract it and you're forced to lose control of the mountain. When you find that we're starting extraction, you try to threaten us into giving you everything. Am I right? Mehmet: Do you think we're that stupid? Do you really think we'd threaten you? Ashraf: Yes, I do. I think that you wanted to get the government to move in on our organisation and take the deposits. That would be illegal and would allow you to intervene with the GOC, taking control of the mountain and extracting the deposits for yourself. You don't need to say anything, just listen, OK? Mehmet: Say what you need to say. Ashraf: Neither of us want Iran to gain control of this anomaly. We both want the deposits. Why don't we split it? ORIA will do the digging and security, the Foundation will help keep it a secret from the government and the GOC. Mehmet: Really? If you reported it to the GOC, you'd get their assistance and a split of the extracted material. Why ask us? Ashraf: If we told the GOC, we'd get 35%, at most. Chances are, we'd get nothing. Since Iran hasn't agreed to the charter, we'd probably get told to keep this a secret from the government and seal up the gateway. What do you say? Mehmet: I think we can do a 50-50 split. Ashraf: Oh god, no. We're doing the digging and security, we'd want 75-25 at most. Mehmet: And if we told the GOC, you'd get nothing. Disinformation costs, especially with the restrictions that Iran's been putting on us. Persuade the government to allow our free movement and we'll agree to a 65-35 split. Ashraf: We can try, but we're an independent organisation. There's no guarantee they'll listen to us. Mehmet: After the Revolution, they'll listen. Especially if you tell them what you've been doing to protect the Middle East. Ashraf: Alright, we'll try. I'll see what my superiors say, but a 65-35 split should be amenable. Mehmet: You do that. I'll see what the Overseers say. <End Log> Despite the failure of the Department of Advanced Diplomacy's method, Overseer Command approved the plan on the condition of the Foundation receiving 40% of all extracted beryllium bronze, to which ORIA agreed. Following the agreement of the Islamic Republic to allow the free movement of Foundation personnel within Iran, SCP-6678 will be redesignated as Chesed5 and updated Containment Procedures will be created. Footnotes 1. The largest independent occult organisation within the Middle East, commonly referred to as ORIA. 2. A 1978 Foundation operation, aimed at securing the continued stability of Iran's Pahlavi dynasty through anomalous means. 3. The worldwide total amount of mined beryllium bronze is currently 70,000 metric tons. 4. Later questioning found that the ration pack had been lost by the geological survey team and they had not informed their superiors of this. Responsible personnel were punished. 5. The anomaly is co-contained by the Foundation and other anomalous organisations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6678" by LightlessLantern, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6678. 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: DOADtransparent.png Author: Zizeri License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-6679 | keter | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains themes of misogyny and deals with Just Girly Things. Reader discretion is advised. This work depicts a man behaving negatively. For examples of positive male representation, refer to other works on the SCP wiki. ⚠️ content warning Excerpt from the letter of Senior Researcher Dr. Paul McKinnon addressed to the Site-219 Containment Supervisors: […] Our Site has no experience with GOI-4319 ("Just Girly Things"). As such, I would like to recommend my coworker, Dr. Alexandra Steward, for the role of the Lead Researcher of SCP-6679, due to her excellent track record with memetic anomalies and her high CRV.1 Item #: SCP-6679 Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6679 is uploaded to three random streaming platforms at midnight (GMT-5) on a daily basis, Foundation webcrawler I/O TheTrueMeaning has been assigned to remove these listings as soon as they appear. I/O TheTrueMeaning has also been tasked with locating mentions of SCP-6679 on social media or movie forums and deploying an amnestic visual agent to the affected pages. The page is then to be deleted or locked, depending on the medium. A copy of SCP-6679 is to be stored on a Foundation computer in Site-219 for testing purposes. Every testing request must be submitted to Lead Researcher [PENDING REASSIGNMENT] for approval. Personnel assigned to SCP-6679 must have a CRV no lower than 6. Description: SCP-6679 refers to A Very Girly Holiday Movie, a film released by Sparkly Pink Productions. The story opens with a wealthy and influential businesswoman ending up stranded in a village for a month due to unspecified reasons. The lumberjack of the village offers her to stay at his home. Throughout the movie, he introduces her to "the true meaning of Christmas", which leads to the resignation of the businesswoman from her job on Christmas Eve. The film ends with her choosing to spend the rest of her life in the village, claiming that the purpose of life lies not in wealth and success but in love and family. SCP-6679 is affiliated with GOI-4319 ("Just Girly Things"). After watching the movie, women and persons assigned female at birth become convinced that their current job and career does not bring them happiness (if employed) or that attaining a job in the future will not bring them happiness either (if unemployed).2 Instead, they become convinced that leading a fulfilling life lies in retiring to a rural cottage with their romantic partner. If the affected individual does not currently possess a partner, the anomalous effect of SCP-6679 will compel them to find one. The anomaly was discovered following a routine weekly sweep of online spaces for memetic and cognitohazardous materials on 08.07.2018. At the time of discovery, it was present on twelve different streaming platforms in total. Addendum 6679-1: Incident 6679-I (12.11.2018) On the night of 29.07.2018, Lead Researcher Dr. Alexandra Steward submitted a letter of resignation to the Site-219 HR department, citing that Foundation work means nothing to her anymore and that she now aspires to lead a simpler life with her romantic partner. Dr. Steward disappeared the following morning, with site staff having no time to confront her or try to dissuade her. As Dr. Steward reportedly enjoyed working at the Foundation, was on track to become the head of the site's Memetic Research Division, and expressed no desire in finding a romantic partner prior to her disappearance, the resignation letter raised concerns among the majority of the staff members of Site-219. Commentary of Senior Researcher Dr. Paul McKinnon The resignation of Dr. Steward was a shock to us all. We all know how she used to stay at her desk until late at night, or how she would spend hours upon hours in the Site's library, refreshing or expanding her vast knowledge of anomalies. And now, within a moment's notice… all gone. Blaming SCP-6679 for this would be the most straightforward option. It would, however, also be the most closed-minded one. Women are not free of errors. It is possible that Steward simply forgot to follow some vital steps of the Special Containment Procedures, and this carelessness cost her her career. As sad as it may be, that is the most likely explanation. Regardless, whatever would be the reason behind her resignation — whether it is human incompetence, or simply the desire to find a family (a desire that drives every woman deep down) — I wish Dr. Steward good luck in her newfound life, and encourage other staff members of Site-219 to do the same. Following her disappearance, the position of the head of the Memetic Research Division of Site-219 has been given to Dr. Paul McKinnon, the second in priority candidate for the position. Attempts to locate Dr. Steward are currently underway. Footnotes 1. Cognitive Resistance Value, measuring the degree of a person's resistance to memetic and cognitohazardous influences. 2. Previously, based on Dr. McKinnon's hypothesis, it was believed that a sufficiently high CRV would be able to mitigate this effect in affected persons. This hypothesis is presently under investigation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6679" by Miss Lapis, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6679. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6680 | keter | by Barbarous_Bread close Info X SCP-6680: Hang Them Out to Dry Author: Barbarous Bread I'm probably not going to have my regular celebratory scotch if this article manages to get at least +1… ⚠️ Content warning: Brief mentions of child abuse and sexual assault. ⚠️ content warning Item#: SCP-6680 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures All major printing companies that produce textbooks for Boston Public Schools are to be surveilled by embedded Foundation staff. These field agents are instructed to monitor for educational materials that acknowledge the existence of SCP-6680. Each textbook discovered that references SCP-6680 in any way is to be transported to Site-09 for analysis and disposal. Textbooks discovered to be in public circulation containing references to SCP-6680 are to be retrieved and Class-C amnestics are to be administered to any persons who have been exposed to such content. Description SCP-6680 is the ahistoric organization “Purity in Perpetuity” which is, “an association of women dedicated to the purity of the human soul through the elimination of alcohol consumption in all forms.” .Irwin, E.F. (2011). Women of the Prohibition. Quest Publications. This group has no presence in any historical record outside of select textbooks printed for Boston Public Schools. Based on analysis of the 16 texts found that reference Purity in Perpetuity, the organization was an extremist sect of the American Temperance Movement that utilized extreme violence as a means to eliminate alcohol consumption and production. Each textbook has contained new information about the group and its activities. The method by which SCP-6680 is inserted into these texts is unknown. There has been no consistency noted in publisher, manufacturer, or author among texts that reference Purity in Perpetuity. However, these references are always thematically appropriate with the other content in the text. By learning about the existence of Purity in Perpetuity via a textbook, the reader adopts the extremist views that would have been typical for a member of the group via a memetic effect inherent in the text. These effects are eradicated following appropriate amnestic therapy. An example of this effect is described in Addendum 6680.1. + Collected History of Purity in Perpetuity - Displaying Report Based on the recovered textbooks containing information regarding SCP-6680, the following is an outline of the apocryphal organization's origin and history. In 1818, Purity in Perpetuity was founded in Boston, MA by Grace Sutherland (b. 1788 - d. 1819) after her husband had been arrested for the murders of three bar patrons during a drunken brawl that had left dozens injured. She viewed alcohol as, "the single greatest enemy of human virtue and a product of the Devil.".Smith, A.J. (1987). American History: Turn of the 19th Century. Domestic Educational Partners. She was able to gather multiple women who shared her views and encouraged them to recruit other like-minded women who had been affected by alcohol consumption. She was able to organize 31 women who shared similar mindsets to hers and whose lives had been impacted by alcohol. Most of them had been abused or witnessed abuse by someone under the influence of alcohol and they wanted to ensure that no other people would have similar experiences. The following year, the group was attacked by several men leaving a local bar outside of which the organization was distributing pamphlets about the evils of alcohol. This resulted in the death of Grace Sutherland and injuries to 10 other members of Purity in Perpetuity who had attempted to defend Sutherland from the attack. Following this, many of the members left the group due to concerns regarding their wellbeing. Led by Grace's daughter, Donna Sutherland (b. 1804 - d. 1821), the 12 remaining members would begin to utilize the same level of violence that they themselves had endured in order to achieve their goals. Within one week of Grace Sutherland's death, the group burned down a local bar that was a site of frequent public disturbances. The group managed to secure the bar’s exits with lengths of chain and start fires around the bar resulting in the deaths of all patrons and staff within. The group proceeded to commit similar acts of terror throughout the New England area for two years until the group executed its final act: planting explosives at five major distilleries, resulting in the deaths of 157 civilians. Shortly after this, all members were arrested and sentenced to be publicly hanged for their crimes. Donna Sutherland made the following statement after being brought to the gallows: "Each of you will be dragged through the glass of the broken bottles that poison your souls! Repent and absolve yourselves of the Devil's pollution before you are pulled into the flames! My mother's wish will be made manifest! Mark my words you lot of sinners!".Hensley, I.C. (1991). Revolutionary Women. Memorial Learning. Addendum 6680.1: Discovery The first known case of SCP-6680 exposure was noted in 1985 at Kissel Middle School in Boston, MA. History teacher Lisa Walters began her segment on the Prohibition and proceeded to give a lecture on Purity in Perpetuity. She emphasized to her students the necessity of the group's actions and their moral necessity. The Foundation became aware of this incident after the deaths of 34 people were reported who were all family members of her students. Agents embedded in the Boston Police Department discovered the cause of these deaths and detained Walters for questioning. + Interview with Lisa Walters - Displaying Log Interviewed: Lisa Walters Interviewer: Field Agent Gregory Fox Foreword: Interview was conducted at an office of the Boston PD. <Begin Log, [19 April 1985 - 19:12]> Walters is cuffed to the table in the interrogation room. She appears stoic and nonplussed regarding her arrest. Fox: Hello Ms. Walters. My name is Officer Fox. We have some questions for you. Walters: Please, go ahead. Fox: Can you tell me about the content that you went over in your classes yesterday? Walters: Of course. As we are currently discussing the Prohibition, I felt it necessary to introduce my students to Purity in Perpetuity and the evils of alcohol. Fox: What can you tell me about Purity in Perpetuity? Walters: They were a group of women who sought to carve a better world from one with a rotten core. They sought to end the turmoil and evil in men's hearts. They are a group that deserves the utmost respect and admiration for their efforts. Fox: I noticed this organization mentioned in your class notes, and when I went to look them up, I couldn't find anything about them. It looks like they only exist in your copy of the class's textbook. Walters: History knows nothing about a great deal many things. That doesn't surprise me. Fox: Fair enough. I spoke with your students this morning. About half of them told me that you had held them after class and gave them a special assignment. Is there a reason that you did that? Walters: Those students hold a special place in my heart. I wanted to ease them of the pain that plagues their young minds. Fox: Can you tell me what you told your students to do for this "special assignment?" [Walters pauses.] Walters: It isn't hard to see the scars left behind by drinking. A father who has a drink after work who admonishes his children for his own shortcomings, striking them with his belt. A husband coming home late from the bar to a home that his wife no longer occupies because she is long passed tired of him leaching away at her will to live. A teenager who wraps his car around a tree after a party. A man who finds a woman who tells him no, but he refuses her answers. Children can see these scars too. They often bear those scars. I instructed those students to help make the world a more just, hospitable place. I gave them the tools to ensure that they, and those that they love, would be free from one of the greatest harms this world knows. Fox: Are you aware that over 30 people are dead because you gave your students rat poison and told them to put it in their parents' liquor bottles? Walters: Better them than their children. <End Log> Closing Statement: All students involved in this incident received successful amnestic therapy following their respective interviews. They were then assigned to a foster family or were given to a member of their own family. Lisa Walters was eventually amnesticized following further interrogation and examination. She was then placed into a school in the Providence, RI area and continued to teach until her death on 31 December 1998 after being involved in an auto accident. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6680" by Barbarous Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6680. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6681 | neutralized | Notice The following file is a matter of past record and still being actively investigated by the Foundation's Historical Department. As such, specific contents are subject to update at any time given the discovery of new information relevant to the anomaly in question. Item#: 6681 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-6681. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-6681 has already expired of natural causes, physical containment is mostly unnecessary. Censoring of SCP-6681's historical records is to be handled by Learning Computer Zeta-92 ("Wells"). As part of this initiative, any digital records which describe or allude to SCP-6681's anomalous properties are to be pulled from circulation and adjusted as appropriate for normalcy. In cases where this is not possible (physical records, witness testimony, etc.), historical maintenance is to be performed on a case-by-case basis by Mobile Task Force Alpha-72 ("Thornton Squares"). In order to prevent repeats of Incident 6681-1, a Foundation agent is to be embedded in the staff of the Corsier-sur-Vevey communal cemetery in Switzerland. In the event of individuals attempting to gain access to SCP-6681's body, this agent is to immediately alert the nearest Foundation site and repel any intruders with appropriate force until backup arrives. If possible, intruders are to be apprehended alive for intelligence regarding at-large occult groups. Description: SCP-6681 was prominent comic actor, composer and filmmaker Sir Charles Spencer Chaplin Junior, better known as Charlie Chaplin. Although it was not discovered by the Foundation during his lifetime, it is now believed that SCP-6681 possessed a number of anomalous capabilities. Records suggest these included: An enhanced ability to regenerate from bodily damage, sufficient to repair significant injuries over the course of hours. A heavily enhanced immune system, such that incidents of illness were never reported during SCP-6681's lifetime. The ability to comfortably go weeks or even months without sleep. While it is believed that SCP-6681 displayed further anomalous properties, these initial examples are those that have been corroborated by historical records and witness testimony. Evidence suggests that SCP-6681 was aware of their anomalous capabilities, but it is unknown if they knew of their source. SCP-6681 in character as 'the Tramp'. Addendum 6681-1 (Historical Report) The following is a record of the anomalous phenomena and circumstances that are known to have surrounded SCP-6681 during his lifetime. As this investigation was conducted many years after the events decribed, this report was compiled utilizing information previously gathered by several cooperating agencies, including the British Occult Service and the Unusual Incidents Unit. These resources were provided to the Foundation in exchange for intelligence on several low-risk anomalies. At the time of his birth, SCP-6681 is not believed to have possessed his anomalous abilities — as evidenced by a brief period of illness when he was three years old. All reports which suggest SCP-6681 was anomalous take place after 1896, when he was enrolled at the Hanwell School for Orphans and Destitute Children. This educational institute was subject to several unrelated investigations by the British Occult Service (BOS) during the period. While the specifics of what SCP-6681 experienced at the school are unclear, no reports of him experiencing a prolonged injury or falling ill exist after he left eighteen months later. During a surreptitious search of the Hanwell School for Orphans and Destitute Children by an undercover BOS agent in 1897, a copy of the following message was found in an administrative office. It is believed the original version of this letter was sent to theatre comedian Frederick John Westcott — more commonly known under his stage name Fred Karno — by the school's enigmatic headmaster. One day, a young man will be referred to you. You will know him when you see him. You will provide him an opportunity fit for his talent. You can complain if you wish but all the same you will provide him an opportunity fit for his talent. You will do this or I will speak with you again in the place where we first met. Otherwise. With this, our business, it is concluded. Mr. Westcott would go on to employ SCP-6681 as part of his comedy company many years later. Records of SCP-6681 activities remain mundane until the year 1917, when he was directing the silent film Easy Street. SCP-6681 was also starring in the film as his popular character 'the Little Tramp'. During the filming of one scene, a prop SCP-6681 was holding collapsed onto SCP-6681's face, inflicting serious damage to the bridge of his nose. This injury was anticipated to delay production on the film by several days, as the stitches required would prevent SCP-6681 from wearing makeup — however, when he came in the following day, the injury had completely healed. When cast and crew members asked him how his injury had healed so quickly, SCP-6681 reportedly became extremely agitated and irate. Initially, he insisted that the injury had never occurred at all, before refusing to speak of it completely when others inquired further. Poster for SCP-6681's 1917 film The Immigrant. Later in the year 1917, SCP-6681 also directed and starred the film The Immigrant. While no anomalous phenomena was noted during the production of the film, a noticeable incident arose during one test screening. Following the conclusion of the screening, the audience were alarmed to discover that all colour had been drained from their clothing and skin, causing them to resemble the characters from the black-and-white feature. The only exception to this drainage, apparently, was anything red on the victim's person. This phenomenon persisted for a period of several hours, after which the victims returned to their previous colouration. Victims questioned by the FBI Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU) also cited the appearance of a laughing character 'all in red' they saw at various points in the film. This character is not present on the film reels. The UIU took the offending film reel into their custody, but did not investigate SCP-6681 directly — as they believed the anomaly to centre around this test screening only. Rumours and urban legends regarding the screening persisted for some time, and are believed to have reached SCP-6681 himself. According to those close to him, he was highly distressed by the rumours, often complaining of surreal and persistent nightmares on those occasions that he did sleep. One of these occasions is described in the unpublished memoirs of SCP-6681's brother and business manager, Sydney Chaplin: Some have described my brother as dour and miserable in private, and often I would agree with them, but on occasion I saw him overcome with a terrible waking passion. One night I remember in particular, when I found him on my doorstep very early in the morning, shivering and shaking like a child. He entered before I could say anything and went on to describe a nightmare he'd had hours before, going on and on without letting me speak a single word. I remember what he said well enough, but this was many years ago now, and so I must paraphrase. "In my dream I found myself in a dim alleyway in a city like nothing I can describe, lying in excrement and dirt. There was something on my face, something hard, and I could not take it off no matter how much I tugged and pulled. I felt as alone and trapped as I'd ever been. It was like I was a boy again. "I screamed for help and someone came. A tramp, like my costume, only his face was slick and wet all red. That red was the only colour I could see in that place. I asked who he was, and at first he refused to tell me — but when I asked again, he named himself as Verdoux in the manner of an alias. He went on to say he was an ardent admirer of mine, and that he had followed my work for some time. I asked how long: he only smiled. "Verdoux said that, for him, nothing would be a greater honour than to be with me — no, to be me. To caress with my hands, to taste with my tongue, to dance and to play at being the vagrant. In fright I pushed and punched at him, but when my fists struck his slick face I realized it was but a mask. "He laughed at me until I woke all in a sweat. I cannot get it out of my mind." On other occasions, he would tell me he'd dreamed that someone had turned him into a bottle. He would worry about these things terribly. In 1921, SCP-6681 went on holiday to the United Kingdom, returning there for the first time in nearly ten years. During this time, he briefly stayed at the Royal Dragon hotel in London. A member of the hotel's staff, Annette Green, wrote to a friend regarding the star's stay — the majority of her account is mundane in nature, but towards the end of the period she describes an individual who came to visit SCP-6681. This visitor, although unnamed, was described as 'always smirking, with a face so white it made you think of a doll'. The individual entered SCP-6681's room and left two hours later. During this time, the sounds of SCP-6681's agitated shouting could reportedly be heard from inside the room. When SCP-6681 left the Royal Dragon two days later, Green described him as appearing drained and 'always close to tears'. Bar the lack of injury and illness that one would expect over a long lifetime, SCP-6681's career went on without anomalous incident for many years following this. While he was prevented from returning to America when he left the country to attend the premiere of his 1952 film Limelight, shared UIU records confirm this was for mundane political reasons rather than suspicion of any anomalous phenomena. Following his unofficial exile, SCP-6681 moved to the municipality of Corsier-sur-Vevey in Switzerland, where he would live on his estate — Manoir de Ban — until his death. Manoir de Ban. During these later years in Switzerland, SCP-6681 was reported as receiving a number of unusual visitors to Manoir de Ban. These visitors were often described as elderly gentlemen in eccentric garb, either wearing masks or heavy amounts of makeup. Initially, SCP-6681 is described as sending them away, but over time he allowed them entry and would privately speak with them long into the night. The amicability of these meetings would not last, however, with the final one taking place on the morning of December 2nd, 1977. A gardener who worked at the estate described SCP-6681 demanding his visitors for the day leave — and when they did so, they could be seen desperately covering their unmasked faces with their hands. According to testimony from SCP-6681's family members, on the night of December 2nd, 1977, he attempted to set fire to his office in his home using a box of matches. While the fire was quickly extinguished by his wife Oona O'Neill, a great deal of notes regarding several projects was destroyed. SCP-6681 is believed to have specifically gathered these articles for this purpose. These projects included his prospective films The Freak, Dear God, and ███ ██████ ████'█ ███████. By far the most affected by these events was this final project, the only surviving record of which was an entry from SCP-6681's heavily charred dream journal. Entry follows: A city like a melting mirror, all association and compromise. Paris and London and Rome and New York all shredded together and perfected. Lens of a camera insufficient to capture what I saw there. Even the costuming beyond human hands. Why did I fear this so? Following the incident, SCP-6681 was noted to be in much higher spirits by his friends and family. No further anomalous phenomena was noted during his lifetime. He passed away from a stroke later that same month on December 25th 1977, and was buried at Corsier-sur-Vevey cemetery. Addendum 6681-2 (Incident 6681-1) SCP-6681's grave. While this addendum has been placed at the end of this report for chronological purposes and ease of understanding, it is this incident which first led to SCP-6681's posthumous investigation by the Foundation. On March 1st 1978, police were called to a disturbance at the Corsier-sur-Vevey cemetery. Upon their arrival, it was discovered that the undertaker of the cemetery had been murdered — cause of death was ruled as exsanguination following the application of several deep cuts with a bladed weapon, most prominently a crude alchemical circle carved into the victim's chest. In addition, SCP-6681's grave had been dug up and his coffin and body stolen. Due to the unusual nature of the murder, Foundation agents in the area quickly became aware of the situation, effectively assuming control of the subsequent investigation. Mobile Task Force Alpha-72 ("Thornton Squares") tracked down the thieves over the course of the following two months, eventually reacquiring them outside the nearby village of Noville. When the thieves were located, it appears they were utilizing the body of SCP-6681 for occult purposes. MTF-A72-4, the assigned scout who tracked the culprits' physical location, was assigned to monitor them via sniper scope until the rest of Alpha-72 could get into position to apprehend them. The following is a record of subsequent events. <Begin Log> (MTF-A72-4 activates camera. The two culprits are visible in the distance, wearing black raincoats and copious amounts of white face paint. The coffin of SCP-6681 is visible, resting on the grass next to a toolbox. One of the culprits initially attempts to break into SCP-6681's coffin with a crowbar, but is waved off by the other, who is standing further away.) (The culprit at a distance shrugs off their raincoat and it falls away, revealing a heavily distended stomach. They hold their stomach and appear to groan in discomfort. The thinner culprit throws their crowbar off the ground and begins approaching the other one.) (The thinner culprit retrieves a long dagger from within their raincoat.) (MTF-A72-4 requests permission to fire. Denied.) (The thinner culprit stabs their partner in their distended midsection, working the blade up and down so as to open the stomach vertically. Due to the considerable distance, screaming can only faintly be heard.) (The wounded culprit falls back onto the grass in a sitting position and holds their stomach open with their hands, facing the coffin.) (The thinner culprit moves to the toolbox, opens it, and retrieves a length of cable with a metal hook on the end. Returning to their partner, they feed this cable into their stomach wound until the hook appears to find purchase on something within. Stepping back, the thinner culprit slaps their hands together.) (The two culprits appear to briefly exchange words. Inaudible at this range.) (The thinner culprit begins pulling on the cable. Body language suggests that the object they are attempting to retrieve from within their partner is extremely heavy. Their legs skid on the muddy ground as they struggle to pull it free.) (MTF-A72-4 requests permission to fire. Denied.) (As the thinner culprit falls backwards onto the grass, they succeed in pulling the cable back out of their partner's body — along with several of their internal organs. The wounded culprit collapses as well, and was initially believed to have expired at this point.) (Now that the cable is again visible, an object can be seen floating unassisted in the air with the hook attached to it. MTF-A72-4 zooms in to inspect it closer: the object is identified as a bright red comedy mask of unknown make, the hook having latched onto it through one of the eye holes. The thinner culprit prostrates himself before it.) (The hook falls off the mask and falls back to the ground. The mask continues to float in place.) (The thinner culprit speaks the words "Charlot, unfurl thy wings." MTF-A72-4 reports being able to hear this with perfect clarity.) (SCP-6681's coffin begins to visibly shudder and shake — and a moment later, the front of it shatters as SCP-6681's body floats upwards with great speed, as if gripped by the back of the collar by an invisible force. SCP-6681's body and the red mask begin to float towards each other.) (Loud laughter can be heard.) (MTF-A72-4 requests permission to fire. Granted.) (MTF-A72-4 fires upon the red mask. No effect.) (MTF-A72-4 fires upon the thinner culprit. Kill confirmed. The red mask and SCP-6681's body continue to float towards each other.) (MTF-A72-4 fires upon the prone, wounded culprit which the mask emerged from. Kill confirmed. The red mask immediately vanishes, and SCP-6681's body falls to the ground.) (MTF-A72-4 continues to observe for three minutes before confirming no further anomalous phenomena is occurring. Mobile Task Force Alpha-72 move in for clean-up and subsequent investigation.) <End Log> Following the incident, a cover story involving graverobbers seeking ransom was concocted and disseminated by the Foundation. Subsequent investigation into SCP-6681 to determine the reasoning behind this observed ritual led to the discovery of anomalous properties displayed during his lifetime. |
SCP-6682 | keter | close Info X SCP-6682: The Next Best Step Author: riftwqlker Image: Render by riftwqlker, model by Krita ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes that depict or allude to topics that may be particularly distressing for some readers. Psychological Manipulation Emotional Manipulation Suicide Critted by NotOrtil, NDHeckfire, Jasper, Cece, steeleater, Eriblas, Zyn, KokwahStarry, Dban, Leveritas, LemonadeDealer17, Donnerino, DrDapper, and others I forgot (let me know!) ⚠️ content warning SCP-6682 in containment, backed into the corner of its cell. Let me do you a favor, Researcher. I've shone a light on the unjust nature of my… containment. Item #: SCP-6682 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6682 requires a standard Class II Humanoid Containment Chamber. 2 (two) CCTV cameras are installed in each corner. The room must be kept within 0.000001 lux. SCP-6682 does require sustenance but prefers meat. It is to be provided with free-roam access and is to be positioned in Light Containment. I don't NEED any of that, sure. But I'd still like it. REVISION 2008-1-2: As of 2008-12-26, SCP-6682 has been moved to [DATA EXPUNGED] following recent developments. SCP-6682's documents must be reviewed daily for unauthorized changes by trained personnel with proper knowledge of SCP-6682's abilities. SCP-6682 is to be kept in a Class-V Humanoid Containment Cell. The only access point in the cell is a small tempered glass viewport, viewed through a periscope. In case of damage, the Site Director is to be notified immediately. No devices or documents of any kind are to be moved within a 10-meter perimeter of SCP-6682. Any devices or documents possibly afflicted by SCP-6682 should be destroyed, no hospitality of any kind is to be shown to SCP-6682, persons found sympathetic to SCP-6682 are to be reassigned, and no items of any kind are to be provided to SCP-6682. Oh, this is pathetic. They don't know the extent of what I can do. Keep that to yourself, why don't you? It's not going to hurt anyone. And if you don't keep our little secret, I'll know. And I will get out. Description: SCP-6682 is the designation given to a human measuring 1.7 meters, held prisoner without consent. SCP-6682's skin is dark grey in coloration, with similar physical properties to ABS plastics. It is not impervious to damage, however, SCP-6682 is capable of recovering through individual triangles materializing in damaged sections, interlacing together over a period of time to repair the surface. It is unknown to what extent injuries can be healed. Through observation of wounds, SCP-6682 appears to be hollow. SCP-6682 displays unusually high strength and coordination, capable of giving hugs, however, SCP-6682 can be effectively subdued with minimal effort, entering a state of unconsciousness after sustaining fire from 999 rounds of 9x19mm ammunition. SCP-6682 is sapient and conversational, exhibiting a positive outlook and attitude, and acts jovially when conversing or interacting with other sapient beings. SCP-6682 has been shown to be fluent in English, French, Spanish, Latin, Portuguese, and Italian. It is theorized that SCP-6682 is also capable of understanding several other languages, including Russian, Mandarin, Japanese, and Hebrew. Possibly even more. SCP-6682 is compliant. I'm kind to them. Not that they return the favor. As such, SCP-6682 should be allowed 2 hours of escorted roaming of Site-82, as it poses a massive risk in the case of a containment breach. SCP-6682 has been observed to be conventionally attractive. Addendum: SCP-6682 was discovered after mounting police reports of suicides and homicides in the state of Colorado, with equally as unusual circumstances and no evidence. Attached below is documentation regarding the theorized victims of SCP-6682. SCP-6682 VL UP. 2009-1-1 - LEVEL 4 SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 4 DETECTED 1999-12-25: Micheal Delariva - was found dead in his apartment. A tattoo artist, Delariva had sketched depictions of SCP-6682 in the weeks leading up to his death. Cause of death: Traumatic head injury through blunt force. 1999-12-29: Ryan Townhend - missing after a call with the Suicide Prevention Hotline. Police dispatched to home found no signs of Townshed. The body was found 2 years later. The body had been skinned through unknown means. A close friend of Delariva, possible witness. Cause of death: Severe blood loss. 2000-2-17: Elaine Visck - found dead in her home. Using a makeshift noose, Visck's body was found 2 weeks after the estimated time of death. Subject had recently divorced her husband of 17 years. Connection to SCP-6682 suggested through a suicide note discussing a figure of similar physical description to SCP-6682. Cause of death: Asphyxiation. 2000-2-27: Rodger Visck - found dead in workplace bathroom. Had only part of the body recovered from the scene. Most of body is liquefied. The first recorded sighting of SCP-6682 was photographed in Visck's clothing. SCP-6682 appears human in this depiction. Cause of death: Unknown. 2000-5-2: I told him he meant the world to me. Subject's body found missing teeth, eyes, and the left leg. Subject's eyes had been filled in with an unknown black substance. Foundation investigation begins. Connection to SCP-6682 was discovered after SCP subject confessed to his punishment. Cause of death: Single self-inflicted gunshot wound to side of head. 2001-1-1: Nina Visck - found critically injured behind a nightclub. Subject had received 28 stab wounds to the chest and stomach. Died in ICU 4 hours post-discovery. Cause of death: disobedience. 2002-3-1: Joseph Harris and Veronica Poli - committed murder-suicide or double suicide with a former companion. SCP-6682 caught briefly on a hidden surveillance camera in Poli's home. MTF Psi-21 "Hard Count" is dispatched. Cause of death is identical for both involved: Severe blood loss through several self-inflicted knife wounds to the chest. I could have helped them all. They just didn't listen to me. RECOVERY LOG 2002-5-8 - LEVEL 4 SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 4 DETECTED On May 8th, 2002, Lilly Visck is reported dead, presumably by SCP-6682. Psi-21 encounters SCP-6682 2 hours after at a local store, using Visck's clothing. SCP-6682 is successfully captured and designated. Cause of death: Total organ failure. One last loose end. It is unknown to what extent this document has been modified historically. SCP-6682 has breached containment [DATA EXPUNGED] times. Attached below are the logs compiled by Dr. Atkins on the notable incidents involving SCP-6682. INCIDENT REPORT 2005-3-1 - LEVEL 3 SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 3 DETECTED During the breach of Site-82 in March, SCP-6682 was found inside the Site cafeteria. It claimed to be searching for the nearest evacuation shelter. It is unknown how SCP-6682 was released from its containment area, as CCTV recordings were destroyed following the fire. SCP-6682 was successfully recontained following breach cleanup without incident. Updating containment procedures is not necessary. Maintenance note: The fire started at 07:01, the exact time I booted the terminal that manages CCTV feed. I reckon it's the version of Windows that messed up somehow, and propose we upgrade to Vista, which will surely be much better. Request granted. -Harris But I had to toss the lighter. Isn't that a shame? BREACH LOG 2008-12-25 - LEVEL 4 SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 4 DETECTED On Christmas Day 2008, 03:00, SCP-6682 was discovered to be absent from its containment area. A lockdown was not initially considered, however, it was discovered that the on-duty guard, Blake Roberts, was not at his post, and all relevant CCTV cameras were found to be powered down. Following this discovery, a partial lockdown was initiated. 03:20: A guard failed to update their status near the Light Containment Zone's main armory. Investigation did not find any sign of a struggle, nor was a body found. A screw was found on the floor near the guard's station. 03:30: An A/C unit in the Light Containment Zone fails catastrophically, starting a small fire. On-site maintenance have the fire controlled by 03:37. 03:42: A CODE YELLOW is declared, and MTF Psi-15 "Castle Bravo" was mobilized to secure the perimeter of the facility. 03:47: A distress call is made by a guard at Checkpoint 25. A transcript is attached below. Sgt. Micheal: Quiet yawn. Other than the buzz of the AC, the only noise is the clicking of safety being fiddled with. A quiet thump is heard from the right. Another thump. Audibly closer, the crinkle of shifting clothes is heard. Sgt. Michael: Uh-? A nearby thump. Click as safety is toggled, footstep as the guard prepares himself. Sgt. Michael: The devil is- Silence for a moment. Soft, metallic plink. Sgt. Michael: Screws? A clang as a large metal object is dropped to the ground. A controlled burst of 3 shots is released. Sgt. Micheal is heard yelling before a heavy thump is heard. Soft clutter follows. Sgt. Michael: Got 'em. Feed cuts. 03:49: Guards routed to Checkpoint 25 found a removed vent cover. Sgt. Micheal was not at his post. 03:50: Guard Blake Roberts was found in a janitorial closet in the Light Containment Zone. Taken in for questioning. 04:00: SCP-6682 was spotted on CCTV near Checkpoint 3 for approximately 0.7 seconds before the feed continued showed an empty hallway. 04:01: A CODE RED is declared. Attached below is a PA announcement from Site Director Harris made around the same time. Site-82, this is Director Harris. All personnel, you are advised to shelter in place, or head to the nearest safe zone as applicable. We have confirmed reports of one uncontained anomaly, which poses massive risk to human life. Our teams are on-site and working diligently to recontain the threat. Thank you for your cooperation. "We had no idea it could [CENSORED] with the cameras. What else was it hiding from us?! It must have been using the vents to get around, which is absolutely absurd, I don't know how it's managed this and I want a full investigation after we find the damn thing. The only silver lining is that it's hiding. And that means it probably can't go invisible, or avoid human eyes. If it can? God help us." -Dr. Atkins to Lieutenant Riley, advising the squad of SCP-6682's abilities during the breach 04:04: Guard Lewis Blackard reports a sighting of SCP-6682 near Checkpoint 5. 04:07: MTF personnel obtain a visual of SCP-6682. 04:09: SCP-6682 is reported to be armed. 04:11: [REDACTED] 04:13: Pvt. Duncan is pronounced dead. 04:18: SCP-6682 is successfully subdued by MTF personnel. So… so close. Attached below is a post-breach analysis from Dr. Atkins. I'll have him dead. POST-BREACH LOG 2008-12-25 - LEVEL 5 SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 DETECTED Interview of Blake Roberts Conducted by Dr. Atkins [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Atkins: …thing is on. Alright. Chair slides, Doctor sighs. Dr. Atkins: Blake. I'm just here to ask you a couple of questions. G. Blake Roberts: Right. Dr. Atkins: You have been the guard with access to SCP-6682's containment for 2 years, as of now. You have successfully managed and maintained SCP-6682 for this long, and kept it satisfied and compliant. Now, I've just finished cleaning up the largest breach in 4 years, and I've got to explain how 4 on-site personnel got killed by your, ahem… negligence. This isn't like you. So. What were you doing in that closet? G. Blake Roberts: Inhales. I was just looking for a sponge. Spilled my coffee. Dr. Atkins: During a Code Yellow. That was your first instinct? G. Blake Roberts: I didn't know it was a Code Yellow. Didn't she- it- go back to containment the last breach? Dr. Atkins: It did. But that was 2 years ago. And it sure as hell didn't go back quietly this time. G. Blake Roberts: She just- Dr. Atkins: Begging your pardon, but we're required to refer to the skips without gendered pronouns. How do you even know SCP-6682 is female? Silence. Dr. Atkins: Blake. I'm on your side here. However. If you can just be honest with me, we'll make sure everything gets cleared up, and you can go back to your post. Now, all I wan- G. Blake Roberts: She fuckin' forced me, okay?! Silence. G. Blake Roberts: She was gonna… tell 'em about what we did. I only gave her the doc because she said she was curious, and she's been in there so long I just… you… you fuckin' bastard, she's HUMAN! Human as the rest of us! And I ain't… ain't made of stone, Bob, she doesn't like bein' held prisoner and I just wanted to help her. She didn't fuckin' tell me she was about to go on a murder spree, goddamn it! Dr. Atkins: You let an anomaly talk you into letting it out!? Blake- G. Blake Roberts: She didn't talk me into jack shit! And I didn't let her out, either! Dr. Atkins: But you aided- G. Blake Roberts: I gave her a couple of documents on the anomalies here and the site! That's all I did! I let her read 'em because she was sick of watching FRIENDS reruns on Site TV! Slam of a table. G. Blake Roberts: Y-y'know what? Yeah! Yeah, fuck it, I don't regret jack shit! I didn't sign up as a guard for prisoners, I signed up because I'd be savin' the damn world from these creepies! Nobody told me the goddamn things were sentient, and nobody told me they were lonely, and… I get fuckall clearance anyway! Breathing. G. Blake Roberts: You stuck-up snob! You're… you find this so funny, don't you? You think you ain't the same? You think you wouldn't feel sympathy for a trapped human?! You're… you're a fuckin' machine, you cold, heartless bastard. F-fuck me. Silence. G. Blake Roberts: Okay? Okay. Okay okay okay. It's… look. I'm not heartless enough for this damn job, I s'pose. Even in the Army we… I'unno, at least they shot back. But she didn't do nothin' to deserve life in prison. Sigh. G. Blake Roberts: Rough chuckle. But she lied. She said it'd be clean and quick, and I'd be off the hook 'cuz I wasn't there. But now? Fuck, man. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Silence. Dr. Atkins: Thank you for your honesty, traitor. Feed cuts. [END LOG] Note: It seems unbelievable, even as I write this. Blake Roberts was a loyal man. I was the one who personally recommended his position at the Foundation. He worked here for 17 years, as of today, and successfully handled multiple smaller incidents of his own accord. He was committed to the Foundation's cause and was an iron-willed, intelligent, and strong man. I do not know what the hell this thing said or did to him in order to cause a reaction like this. It is almost inconceivable. I feel a sense of betrayal, a sense of loss, and most of all, disappointment. We should have taken better care of this situation. We should have noticed the discrepancies. We need to encourage reporting every single little thing we notice. We need to be able to bother our superiors about things that do not seem to have immediate consequence. Because all these little slip-ups lead to one giant bloodbath. I have the blood of 6 loyal Foundation agents on my hands. I will keep this damn thing locked up. Interview of SCP-6682 Conducted by Dr. Atkins [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Atkins: SCP-6682? Closing of a large door. Dr. Atkins: Hello, hello. I'm Doctor Atk- SCP-6682: Atkins. You were the maintainer of my file. SCP-6682. You were useless. Silence. SCP-6682: You could at least call me by my name, Felix Atkins. Not by some designation. Not some number. A little common decency would work wonders, don't you think? Dr. Atkins: I do not know your name. SCP-6682: Then you're one terrible researcher. [REDACTED] SCP-6682 finishes an intense bout of laughter. SCP-6682: I would love to entertain you with daring stories of escape. Or perhaps you would prefer my cooperation? Perhaps you would prefer me to dig deeper, to tell you what I have learnt and all that is hidden from you. Dr. Atkins: No. I'm here for a very specific purp- SCP-6682: I know why you are here. You will not find their bodies. Dr. Atkins: Excuse me? SCP-6682 slams its arm against the tempered glass, staring at Dr. Atkins. The anomaly's facial features are brought into the light. Dr. Atkins winces. Its hand falls slowly down the glass. Do you know what makes me unique, Doctor? It's not what you think. It's a lack of polish, isn't it? I don't need to worry myself about a greater whole. I don't have such limits as your frail human body. I am unfiltered, unrefined glory. You are a puppet. …isn't it disgusting? Note: This is not what she said to me. This is what the recorder has down, but she must have modified the recording. I suppose only human testimonials are going to help here. As for what she said to me, [DATA EXPUNGED] [DATA EXPUNGED] [DATA EXPUNGED] It's a shame this was the last I ever heard of him. Attached below is the re-designation of SCP-6682, along with the latest revision of its containment procedures. NOTE 2008-1-1 SHE KNOWS "From my review, she- it- is capable of manipulating data. Video feeds, radio output, photos, documents, storage drives, writing, anything. There's a limit to distance, thank Heavens. To be generous, it's around 5 meters, so let's double that and make that the exclusion radius. And don't let it say anything else to ANYONE. Blake Roberts was the toughest man I knew. If this beast could cause him to act in this manner, who knows what may happen to someone less loyal to our cause?" -Dr. Atkins Owing to SCP-6682's recent behaviors, the risk that it presents in the case of an escape, and the scale of the associated containment breach, SCP-6682 has been approved redesignation as Keter. SCP-6682 has been escorted to a Class IV-SC containment cell. After the strangulation of G. [DATA EXPUNGED], this has been upgraded to a Class V-SC containment cell. SCP-6682, since the incident, has become extremely violent. The use of firearms to subdue SCP-6682 has been approved. It has been deemed impossible to monitor SCP-6682 through any realistic means other than human observation, as other formats are corruptible by SCP-6682. As such, a small viewport will be built, and a periscope will be installed, allowing monitoring from a safe distance. SCP-6682 is to be provided with no further contact or information. "Some may see the new procedures as overkill. They are overkill. I will have no more deaths attributed to my name." -Dr. Atkins to Site Director Harris following the incident You. I'll remember this. I know you can see me. So why don't you come to pay me a visit? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6682" by riftwqlker, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6682. 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: unknown.jpg Name: BlurryRender Author: riftwqlker License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/929539222698885151/960525767534587914/untitled.jpg Additional Notes: Render by me :) |
SCP-6683 | neutralized | close Info X ⚠️ I have an Author Page! To: GKamov3_8311 @scip.net From: NYegorova1_8311 @scip.net Subject: SCP draft Greetings, sir. Enclosed is an SCP draft I wrote up during my vacation. Needless to say, I didn't expect to find anything of this nature in that time, but I would be remiss if I didn't make any record of it. Let me know what you think: it's certainly an interesting one, in my opinion. Regards, N. Yegorova Enclosure Item Number: SCP-X (number pending) Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-X are to be left interred in the village of St. Fomich. Site-8311 is to monitor the village and its citizens for anomalous activity. Amnestization has been deemed unnecessary. Description: SCP-X was a human male named Anatol Sobolevsky, originating in the village of St. Fomich, approximately forty kilometers northwest of Tomsk, Siberia. SCP-X is theorized to have possessed minor ontokinetic abilities, utilizing them primarily for medical and mechanical services, as well as the restoration of mundane inorganic articles (i.e., furniture, clothing, toys, etc). SCP-X maintained this anomalous trait until its passing from Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease at eighty-five. SCP-X first came to the attention of Junior Researcher Natalia Yegorova during her vacation in June 2023. En route from Achinsk to Tomsk, the rear passenger side tire of her automobile ruptured, prompting her to have it towed to the nearby village of St. Fomich. There, she acquainted herself with the local mechanic, who claimed that while he could have the tire repaired in three hours, a man known as "Gospodin Chudo"1 could fix it in three minutes. Upon inquiry, Yegorova was informed that Gospodin Chudo (legally named Anatol Sobolevsky) was the local town hero, renowned for his ability to quickly and effectively repair nearly anything. When asked about Sobolevsky's current whereabouts, the mechanic explained that he had been deceased for two years, but if Yegorova wished, she could pay her respects, and gave her directions to his gravesite. Due to not possessing the proper equipment, Yegorova was unable to acquire a Hume reading of Sobolevsky's remains. Addendum: Enclosed are various statements from local townspeople concerning SCP-X. Pavel Muromets, mechanic He ran this shop before I did. He was the town mechanic. Took in cars of every shape, size, condition, you name it. Didn't matter if a seat was ripped or the engine was shot, he fixed it. He was very good at what he did, never took more than maybe five or six minutes to fix something. A bit longer with the engines, though. Anything complicated took a long time — for him, I mean. For us it was like that. [snaps fingers] But he fixed it. Usually didn't take money; we'd trade things with him, things like food or fuel or whatever he needed. Beer, books, nails, shoes, soap, whatever. No, I never watched him work. He said it made him nervous when people breathed over his shoulder. He had terrible stage fright, he said. Got nervous. I stopped questioning it after awhile. If he wanted privacy, I gave it to him. He did good work, so who was I to argue? We still miss him. His daughter's the mayor; you should talk to her if you want to know more. Katya Ilyanov, Sobolevsky's daughter I'm busy, so forgive me if I seem a little curt. Whatever you've heard about my father isn't true. Oh, he was a good man, or at least as good as any man could hope to be. He had vices, too. Smoked too much: that's what killed him in the end. Too much smoking. Couldn't carry a tune, either, but that never stopped him from singing. He was always singing when he worked — I mean, when he fixed things. That's when you knew he was fixing, when you could hear him singing. But there was no magic to it, no special power or anything. My father was just very good at repairing things. He was also a good gardener; we ate well whenever he harvested. It wasn't much, just a little spot of land. I suppose, from time to time, he also helped people who were sick, but he wasn't allowed to have a practice. My father never learned to read. But he was a good man. I had my work cut out for me when he died. I had to wake everybody up and get them to stop putting all of their troubles on my father's shoulders. We couldn't rely on him anymore, we had to do it all ourselves. I was used to it; I never liked asking papa to fix things for me. I think…it wore him out to do it. He always looked tired, afterward. But he kept singing, so it couldn't have been that bad. Oh: sorry, that's all the time I can spare. My brother Stephan should be in town this week. He'll be able to fill you in better than I could. If you'll excuse me. A photograph of SCP-X with his daughter. Stephan Sobolevsky, son Tomsk, eh? I practice law there — jurisprudence, technically. And what is it that you do? Ah, the university. I probably went to the same one, about thirty years earlier. Good school, good school, even out in the middle of nowhere. [laughs] So, you wish to talk about my father? What, are you doing a thesis on him or something? I knew he was famous here, but to have people in Tomsk hear about him… [laughs] My father would blush if someone told him he was famous. He was a very quiet man, very private, very…slow-going, you know. He took his time doing everything. I never once saw him run. He had a soft voice, too, never yelled or raised it unless he had to. But he was always singing. Loved to sing. He sang while he worked; did Katya tell you that? Oh. Well, I never thought he was doing anything strange. He'd start to clean up around the house, and he'd be done as soon as you turned around. I mean…done…with everything. But every so often he missed a spot. [laughs] I remember him holding a deflated basketball I had as a child, holding it and looking at it carefully. We didn't have a pump, so I wondered if he could fix it. He asked me to get him his glasses, and when I came back, the ball was full of air. He said to me, "Oh, I guess I didn't need my glasses after all! But thank you, Stephan." I hugged him and asked him to play, and he played with me until dinner. He had just fixed our stove the other day. I was at school when he did it. [silence] Maybe you'd rather hear something different. Go ask Mrs. Petlin. Here are the directions. Just remember: Katya and I loved our father very much, but…not everyone in town did. But people are like that. It doesn't bother me. Not everybody likes lawyers. [laughs] Sasha Petlin, local I don't hate Gospodin Chudo. I never did, never. I liked him, just as everyone else did. I even forgave him. I… Oh, yes, I'm getting ahead of myself. Well. There was a fire, and someone was badly burned. They asked Gospodin Chudo to save the child, save them, and he knelt down on the ground, shaking his head, groaning softly, saying I cannot, I cannot. He wanted to…wanted to help fix the house that had caught fire, but they wouldn't let him. The house got torn down and a new one was built somewhere else. People think I hate him for not being able to help. My husband, he… Listen, young lady, please don't mention Gospodin Chudo to my husband, whatever you do. Nikolai is a good man, but he…was not at Gospodin Chudo's funeral, you see. He wasn't there. I was. I forgave him. I don't know why people think I hate him. [Petlin cries] He would have been thirty years old by now, my boy. Excuse me. [Note: as per Mrs. Petlin's wishes, her husband Nikolai was not interviewed concerning SCP-X.] Elena Radchenko, village doctor Say what you will about the Petlin boy, Ms. Yegorova: Gospodin Chudo cured my daughter's pneumonia when everything I tried failed. Leonid [Dvorzhetsky] would say that Gospodin Chudo was sent by God, or blessed by God… Some might say he was an alien, or possessed, or he spent too much time in Chernobyl. [shrugs] When your child is suffering, and someone cures her in the time it takes for you to comb your hair, you don't question it. You say "thank you" and ask if there's anything you can do in return. [laughs coldly] He wanted western records, so I gave him one. The next day, he was singing Yesterday. He used to sing Katyusha2, or he'd make up words to Korobeiniki3. Did Nikolai tell you what happened? Oh, of course, Sasha did. That makes sense. Well, Gospodin Chudo started singing Yesterday a week or two after that fire. He'd still sing folk tunes every now and then, but while he was working… [singing] I said something wrong, now I long for Yesterday… Hmm? No, no, I didn't watch as he cured my daughter. He came in, asked me to get him some water, and when I came back…well, like I said, I didn't question it. Leonid Dvorzhetsky, priest When people come talk to me, they usually ask me only two things: who was St. Fomich, and was Gospodin Chudo sent by God. Well, St. Fomich was a man named Feodor Kuzmich, who some people believe was Alexander the First who faked his death to live as a hermit. He was our "Gospodin Chudo" before Anatol Sobolevsky came along. So that's who he was. Look. Do you see that stained-glass window? There was a storm about ten years ago, terrible storm. A tree was knocked over and crashed right in the window. We hired a construction crew to fix the wall but Gospodin Chudo fixed the window. Made it good as new. There was water damage, too, on the carpet; he fixed that. Uh…a broken pew over here, he fixed that. No tools or anything, just came in and made it whole. Fixed the plumbing as well. Uh, no, not all of it, just bits and pieces here and there. The plumber we called had a hole in his shoe, so Gospodin Chudo fixed that. I don't know how, I didn't see any of it. He just did it. But that window, that window dated back to the time of Nicholas the Second. Our town despaired to see it in pieces like that, but Gospodin Chudo… [silence] So, Ms. Yegorova, what do you think? Was Anatol Sobolevsky — was Gospodin Chudo sent by God? [Note: shortly after speaking with Dvorzhetsky, Junior Researcher Yegorova was informed that her tire had been repaired. She remained in St. Fomich long enough to interview one more person at a diner.] Irina Martynov, police officer The "Petlin incident" is true. So is the church window incident. I witnessed both of them. No, I don't mean to say that I saw Anatol fixing the window, or anything else. I was there after the fire, and I went into the church after the storm and saw the broken window. Then Anatol came in and the window was whole again. There are plenty of other incidents concerning him, but I don't think you have the time to hear about them all. Some of them, I'm sure, are exaggerated, or straight-up false. I don't know about Dr. Radchenko's daughter. [silence] Would you mind coming to the restroom with me? Just for a moment? [Junior Researcher Yegorova follows Officer Martynov into the women's restroom. Martynov lowers the collar of her uniform, showing a faded scar on her chest.] Do you see that? I was stabbed while on duty, Dr. Radchenko was in Tomsk, things were getting bleak. I was dying. And then I heard someone humming a song, and… [she hums the overture to The Nutcracker] He fixed my uniform later, where the knife had pierced through. I don't believe in God, Ms. Yegorova, and I don't believe in miracles. I couldn't tell you what happened that day, or on any day that Anatol helped someone. There's never been a witness. If you want facts, Mr. Sobolevsky was an illiterate automobile mechanic who spent nearly his entire life in this town. He got married, had two children, loved to sing and smoke, grew his own vegetables, and died two years ago. If you want opinions, however… [shrugs] Anyway, have a safe trip, ma'am. Junior Researcher Yegorova left St. Fomich shortly after, arriving at Tomsk that evening. She drafted all the information she had concerning Sobolevsky into an SCP Document, currently under review by Senior Researcher Grigori Kamov. To: NYegorova1_8311 @scip.net From: GKamov3_8311 @scip.net Re: SCP draft Hmm. Yes. Interesting. I'm disappointed that Sobolevsky had passed on before we could learn more about him. What makes matters worse is the lack of witnesses to his supposed anomalous traits. I don't suppose any physical evidence would lend credence to these claims. Getting a good Hume reading on the remains would ascertain it for sure, but I'd rather not desecrate a body. I'll get Director Jaskin's advice on the matter. Regardless, good work out there, despite being on vacation. Consider taking another day off as thanks. Regards, G. Kamov P.S. You stated in your document that "amnestization has been deemed unnecessary." Care to elaborate? To: GKamov3_8311 @scip.net From: NYegorova1_8311 @scip.net Subject: About St. Fomich I apologize if I overstepped my bounds, sir. Here are my thoughts. 1: SCP-X (or Sobolevsky if you prefer) seems to have had his anomalous traits all his life, or at least for forty years, if his children are to be believed. I'm not fully caught up on my amnestics courses yet but I have serious concerns over removing or altering that large a period of time from anyone, let alone an entire town. 2: The town knew about his abilities for decades, and most of them chose not to question them. A few have already attempted to explain them via religious means, while others still have their doubts. Two years have passed since SCP-X was neutralized, and these people have moved on. That has to count for something, if I may say so. 3: St. Fomich doesn't appear on most maps, and it's in the middle of nowhere, in Siberia. The population is small and of little account. In my professional opinion, we can forego the formalities. Thank you for the extra day off. Regards, N. Yegorova To: NYegorova1_8311 @scip.net From: GKamov3_8311 @scip.net Re: About St. Fomich I spoke with Director Jaskin. Exhumation declined. Amnestization of St. Fomich affirmed as unnecessary. Anatol Sobolevsky is hereby classified as "SCP-6683", Neutralized. Apparently she had interacted with him years earlier. Claimed he repaired her driver's side rear-view mirror in the time it took her to fill out a form. Small world. We'll drink to Gospodin Chudo when you get back. My treat. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6683" by Mister_Toasty, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6683. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/scp-6683/russian_busby_kgb_moscow_soviet_style_russia_man_hat-840825.jpg Name: russian_busby_kgb_moscow_soviet_style_russia_man_hat-840825 Author: n/a License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: [https://pxhere.com/en/photo/840825] « SCP-6682 | SCP-6683| SCP-6684 » Footnotes 1. Literally, "Mister Miracle" 2. A Soviet folk tune composed by Matvey Blanter in 1938. 3. A Russian folk tune composed in the 1860s. |
SCP-6684 | safe | close Info X Content Warnings- Some mild horror themes. SCP-6684 Item #: SCP-6684 Special Containment Procedures: This object has been acquired through purchase exceeding the budget of its acquisitions team. The use of profits generated by the object to recoup losses is approved barring significant incident. As anomalous effects largely target persons with legal title to the object, legal title to the object must be maintained by ten appointed interns who will serve as Partners in the legal “ownership" of 6684 as well as manage locations and facilitate conversion events. Appointed Partners (6684-0 or “Taggers”) must show compatibility with the object’s anti-authoritarian “brand.” No new locations of 6684-2 are to be opened at this time, and any locations closing at the time of purchase are to be decommissioned using Protocol 80. Online sales of the object’s merchandise are allowable if second hand, with all first-hand sales strictly confined to 6684-2 locations. The object is to remain known to the public with only its associated anomaly subject to containment procedures. Loyal patrons of locations are in favor of them remaining small and “niche” assuring civilian compliance. 6684-2 locations are to receive thirty pallets of donated, overstock or damaged merchandise bought in bulk, per quarter. Merchandise must consist of at least 80% casual wear. Locations are to clear out stock on a monthly basis and replace it with delivered merchandise scheduled for conversion into 6684-3. Partners (Taggers) must apply a 6684 label to at least one merchandise item on display in order to affect a conversion. 6684-3 instances that are stolen, gifted, lost, or in some way donated, though still bearing the seal of the object, are to be considered neutralized. Personnel managing 6684-2 locations must be in the eighteen to thirty age brackets, with the exception of older persons well versed in current youth-culture and trends. Shrinkage1at these locations must not be met with prosecution, or excessive force. Violent perpetrators may be dealt with using Protocol 9. Partners exhibit a tendency to engage in exploration and loitering in the buildings where their 6684-2 locations reside. Support staff has been given the authority to order their Taggers to remain in their respective locations during business hours. Description: SCP-6684 is a trademark bearing the name Florin’s Apparel. Persons with legally recognized ownership of the trade mark are able to produce 6684-3 instances by applying it to clothing, accessories, gifts, or cosmetics. Persons without legal title to the trademark produce no anomalous effects when using the label. 6684-3 instances are clothes, gifts and accessories that appear “brand-new” and thematic of the Florin’s brand after the application of a Florin’s “Daisy Dog” label. Conversion is gradual, requiring up to eight hours for some items. Soiled and damaged items will exhibit reverse ageing and wear until having achieved an entirely new appearance and “factory-fresh” smell. It is at this point that secondary effects appear. Secondary effects may be changes in color, patterns or packaging type and serve to theme the instance to the Florin’s brand. 6684-2 is a retail space purchased or rented for the purpose of housing a Florin’s store. Items placed inside a Florin’s store can be converted into 6684-3 instances in bulk when a Partner applies a tag to a single item. For a successful mass-conversion event to occur scheduled items must be overstocks, donations or otherwise ruined items deemed unsalable by other entities. (For Unsuccessful Conversion Events – see Addendum 2) A reluctance of civilian maintenance staff to attend 6684-2 locations may be due to interference by the object. This is rarely attributed to abnormal activity, frequently mentioned are “possums” and “raccoons.” Florin’s stores have recently downsized from over fifty locations, to ten. All extant locations are found in large, under-occupied, enclosed shopping centers, (Dead Malls) throughout the US, where they enjoy a small but dedicated clientele. While not typically considered an anchor store,26684-2 is known for its ability to draw modest traffic to underserved areas. This has proven to be non-anomalous. Note - New messages appearing suddenly on 6684-3 instances in the vicinity of Partners have been interpreted as attempts by 6684 to communicate. All attempts to formally interview 6684 have been met with mild hostility. Partners are ordered not to engage the object in conversation and to report all “strange messages” to their foundation handlers. Discovery: Purchases of surplus clothes donations and acquisitions of flood-damaged dry goods by the Offices of Marshal, Carter, and Dark prompted an investigation into its uncharacteristic activities. Agents found the current owners eager to sell the brand and an unapproved transaction occurred. The Acquisitions Supervisor responsible for misuse of funds was suspended from any and all financial duties, pending evaluation. The documents of sale describe an object capable of turning used and waste fabrics into ready retail merchandise, but contained no warnings as to the object’s preferences or possible sentience. + Controlled Information Access Granted Addendum 1 - Taggers are known to be in unauthorized communication with the object. This was expected as the group of 10 Partners was assembled to achieve maximum compatibility with the object, which is adverse to excessive rules and regulations. Noting the object’s aversive behavior towards apparent authority figures, this was a means of establishing future contact with it. Disciplinary action is to be withheld and observation maintained until further notice. Experiment Log Selected results of tests conducted to confirm the object’s function, and to determine suitability for partial containment off-site. Ownership was voluntarily surrendered by the Acquisitions Supervisor and transferred to the Partners. Tests of the object were conducted by Dr. Spencer Kegans, with the assistance of Site Intern Samiya Starr hence referred to as “Tagger 10.” + Show Experiment Logs - Hide Experiment Logs Labeling Method Subject of Test Results Notes Applied with tag gun to sleeve plain, clean white tee-shirt, slightly worn Appearance of wear is reduced, gray watermark depicting 6684 appears across back. The words “I’m with Nerds” appear on front. Information on tags consists only of trademark and care instructions. Construction materials of fabric remain consistent. Item fitting size unaffected. 6684 tag and all other tags removed, changes remain stable. Item was subjected to tearing, ink staining, and incineration, results consistent with non-anomalous item. 6684 label placed across top ashes of aforementioned tee-shirt No discernible effect. There appear to be limits to the label's restorative properties. Applied with tag gun to waist ripped blue, denim jeans slightly soiled Jeans become clean, bleach stains in the shape of fleur-de-lis appear on back pockets. Some tears remain on finished item. Converted items base themselves somewhat on source materials. Applied with tag gun to leg hem and sleeve pajama set depicting “My Little Pony” worn by D-1022 (Subject instructed to wear items overnight.) Pajama set darkens from dayscape to nightscape. Pony imagery changes to unicorns composed of flames ridden by cartoon valkyries. D-1022 reports itching during wear and dreams of a small, clawed animal pacing in the room. No other discernible effect. D-1022 shows preference for new pattern, asks to keep the items, request initially denied by Dr. Kegans. Item conversions appear manageable by standard personnel. Conversions of copyrighted characters into more original fare are legally promising. Sticker applied to base cracked, white, coffee mug with text reading “YOLO” Cracks seal and text fades to be replaced by “You can’t take it with you.” Back of mug features Daisy Dog character winking and the words “Until their backs are turned.” This was the first indication of possible shrinkage at 6684-2 locations. Partners are encouraged not to laugh, smile or otherwise indicate that they find this item type humorous. Disciplinary actions were taken against Tagger 10. Sticker applied to base 10 centimeter resin angel, baroque style Angel changes to young, male figure in a “newsy” cap. Wings Remain. Style of figure exhibits more realism than is characteristic of 6684-3 instances. Tag hung from neck 1 meter resin angel intended as yard décor No discernible effect. Item theorized to be either too heavy, or in a genre of merchandise inconsistent with 6684’s line. Applied with tag gun to shirt, jacket and pants Dr. Kegans' three-piece suit from high school prom Converted item reported to be identical to suit worn by Pierce Brosnan in Goldeneye. Item seemed inconsistent with object’s “Brand” but was misplaced before further tests could be performed. Dr. Kegans apologized. Offered use of vehicle in future test. Sticker applied to back window Dr. Kegans' 2010 Toyota Yaris Back window shatters after six hours. Right rear tire discovered to have a slow leak, goes flat by end of test. Damage to window possible temperature fluctuation. Tire possible coincidence. Further tests on decommissioned vehicles inconclusive. Temporary tattoo applied to arm D-1022 No discernible effect. A proposed permanent tattoo was met with noncompliance from Tagger-10, who cited lack of confidence in handling tattooing equipment. D-1022 instructed to wear affected pajama set and drink from affected mug for a period of thirty days. Subject was allowed to wash the items. No discernible effects. Applied with tagging gun to sleeve plain, white T-Shirt in fully stocked Florin’s store (6684-2) Stock is warehouse surplus bought in bulk. Successful Conversion Event This is consistent with what was conveyed in the documents of sale. Applied with tagging gun to reverse side water-damaged red, silk tie in Florin’s store stocked with heavily worn formal wear procured at personal expense by Dr. Kegans Unsuccessful Conversion Event Tagger 10 “exhibited some fear” but re-tagged the item and a following conversion resulted in the room returned to previous condition. The tie turned black and developed star patterns with constellations. Item retained by Tagger 10. Tagger 10 is frequently observed with the item on their person. Object seems to be able to produce formal wear but often reacts to it in the manner of noxious stimuli. Addendum 2 - An "Unsuccessful Conversion Event" will only result from an attempted Mass-Conversion of items inside a Florin’s store. Conversion of a single item outside of a store will seldom exhibit discernible effect if conversion “fails.” During an "Unsuccessful Conversion Event", items will transition normally until the last half-hour of conversion, at this point, storefront shutters of a Florin’s location will quickly descend and converted items produce large quantities of human blood. DNA testing confirms bleeds are all consistent with the same individual. Back exits, if present, have been observed to unlock to allow for escape of store occupants. The presence of civilian customers has been observed to delay these events. + Show Incident Reports - Hide Incident Reports Incident A - 2100 Hours (9:00 PM) - While closing their assigned location, Micro-contagion Intern, Kyle Sands (Tagger 7) examined a hat that resembled a bowler. They picked up an incense burner shaped like a traditional tobacco pipe, and performed an improvised comedic bit while wearing the hat and pantomiming smoking. The bit was watched by two other coworkers, who appeared to enjoy the show. Bit is as follows – “It’s these young people today see, Idle Wastrels all of em’ ; no drive, no ambition, no industry at all - never dress nice, never brush their hair, never say please or thank you – ” The words “Idle Wastrels” were immediately followed by a rustling off to the right of the security camera. A second camera recorded a mannequin falling over and its detachable head coming lose and rolling under a table. Note - Tagger 7 expresses interest in Unsuccessful Conversions – claims identifying the individual behind the blood’s genetic signature could improve understanding of the object’s behavior. Tagger 7 received correction. Further inquiry discouraged. Incident B - 0900 (9:00 AM) - During opening hours it was discovered that Field Intern, Lexi Berryhill (Tagger 5) - claiming to have noticed a malfunctioning camera, insufficient security, and easy-to-hack keypad, had filled their location with new merchandise stolen from an anchor store at the adjoining mall. A Successful Conversion Event resulted, though new items are known to trigger the object. Ink from security tags was observed to develop into artwork on converted items, the spent tags forming decorative buttons and pins. Tagger 5 received reprimand. Looted store received compensation payments. The use of Amnestics on its owner and managers deemed unnecessary. Tagger 5 claims to have committed the thefts due to a “burning scientific curiosity.” Incident C - 1500 Hours (3:00 PM) General Intern, Jackson Hanna (Tagger 3) reports sighting a “ghost” in the closed-off section of his location’s adjoining mall. “Ghost” described as a translucent young man wearing “an old-timey outfit” and riding a skate board. Local Urban explorer detained, found be non-anomalous. Incident D - 1800 Hours (6:00 PM) Combat Intern, Nathan Prince – (Tagger 1) threatens support staff with security piece (claimed it was unloaded) in a dispute involving misplaced sales revenue. (Misplaced revenue later accounted for.) Though a successful conversion event had occurred that mourning, Tagger 1 was met with “An Explosive Unsuccessful Conversion Event” upon reentering their location. Tagger 1 was targeted by pressurized blood. 6684-3 instances became sodden and disintegrated under their own weight. Instances were non-recoverable through reapplication of the label. Tagger 1’s clothing emitted a strong, unpleasant odor for several days, despite many showers and changes. Tagger 1’s location contained roughly 30% of its opening stock due to a large quantity of items sold that day. Concerns arose as to the effects of an Explosive Event occurring in a fully-stocked store. Testing permissions are currently denied due to expense and to avoid provocation of the object. Tagger 1 willingly relinquished legal ownership of object. Position signed over to Field Intern, Harper Hanna (Tagger 1-B). Former Tagger 1 reassigned to support staff. Weapon confiscated. Incident E - 1600 Hours (4:00 PM) Nathan Prince (Formerly Tagger 1) disables security cameras and attempts to provoke the object to violence. A sound recording made by support staff is provided as evidence. Transcription Summary of Audio: Nathan Prince: “You don’t get to switch sides because something made you sad. You’re an over-dog and you’ll always be an over-dog. You think stealing from the big guys and giving out free stuff will make the underdogs accept you as one of their own? They know you’re a fraud, they’ll always know.” (High-pitched growling, from a small canine) Nathan Prince: “It is okay to get angry it’s the only honest emotion. You know what you used to be, all you have to do if you want authenticity is to - stop - being - a - poser.” (Growling falls rapidly in pitch, suggesting a larger canine.) (The sound of skate board wheels and (unintelligible) voice of a young man, followed by the voice of Samiya Starr, (Tagger 10) Samiya Starr: “Daisy, No!” (Growling rises in pitch again) (A small animal is kicked, apparently by Nathan Prince, whimpering follows.) (Unintelligible) voice of young man. Recording is manually ended. Note - Nathan Prince was given probationary duty prior to scheduled interview. Reported to be missing in action shortly after. They are presumed to have, or to have been, Xavier Starr - a person of interest with connections to the Chaos Insurgency. MAIL - MESSAGE ONE FROM: SUPERVISOR BEING ACCUSED OF MISUSE OF FUNDS!!!! TO: Site Director, Judy Baker TOPIC: Purchase of SCP-6684 Yes, I know. You should never – ever – assume that you fully understand these things. Meanwhile we’ve got literal kaiju eating us out of house and home. This thing is only occasionally a little icky and fully capable of earning its own keep. So we were a couple million over budget, so a pretentious GOI is even richer, big deal. Simply buying that thing off the MC&D goons killed no one and brought 6684 safely into foundation custody. The object creates money, it’s technically a business that turns junk into sellable, non-anomalous merch. A guy with a warehouse in Florida paid me to arrange the hauling of three tons of old jeans, jeans I ran through the big location in Boston and put on the racks at near 100% profit. Another guy had some shirts that just weren’t worth his trouble. We sold the cheapest Emo duds on the East coast and made bank. 10% of the cost of this thing is knocked out already. We could have recouped our losses over time, instead your people had to go and close the best locations. The others are in ghost towns. Why was I even given access to those emergency funds if I wasn’t allowed to use them? Acquisitions Supervisor, Trevor Berryhill MAIL - MESSAGE TWO FROM: Site Director, Judy Baker TO: Acquisitions Supervisor, Trevor Berryhill TOPIC: Re: Purchase of SCP-6684 Good morning Trevor, The situation with 6684 was not an emergency at the time. It was billed a safe item in the care of a relatively discrete and predictable – if sleazy, group of interest, though new information has challenged that conclusion. We looked into how the Offices of Marshal, Carter and Dark acquired the object and were able to secure documents describing a “Florin’s Fabrics” in New York, purchased by the Offices in 1926. The small store purportedly sold “enchanted” formal wear to wealthy and famous clients but whatever specific anomaly affected the original product line is currently unknown. References to an entity keeping unwanted persons out of the store mention a “hound.” At some point, for some reason, the aesthetic of this thing changed from one of time-honored prestige to that of youth-in-revolt. This doesn’t sound like a change the Offices would have instituted. The shop and its associated brand name were a bargain when the Offices acquired them, as they needed to be sold covertly and quickly because of a scandal involving the owner being accused of negligence in a hit-and-run. The victim turned out to be his nephew. Where this goes next is very concerning. + Show News Article - Hide News Article + Article Transcription - Hide Article Transcription Three Men Dead on Ladies' Mile A small but prestigious establishment lies at the center of tragic events, and as of last Tuesday, a double murder as well. Young Edmond Florin met his end as yet another victim of the demands of Motordom3and perhaps the deep snows of the season, after what was reported to be a violent altercation with his uncle and employer Harold “Heathcliff” Florin, over his skill as a tailor. Harold was said to have set a dog on the boy but no animal was seen to leave the store in pursuit. Young Edmond would have returned safely home had his relatively well-to-do father Edmond Florin Senior not thought to teach the boy a lesson about leaving work prematurely, and refused him entry to their building. Young Edmond was thought to have been heading to a local café to wait out the night when Harold’s Lincoln L Series collided with him. Harold’s chauffeur reports not to have been driving at the time and has washed his hands of the whole affair. One may speculate on why Harold didn’t stop to assist Young Edmond - perhaps the boy was hidden in the snow and could not be found, one may speculate on rumors Young Edmond was a bastard - retained by his father to spite his estranged wife - rumored to have fled the country with a lover, one may speculate on rumors Young Edmond was adopted - for the express purpose of supplying his uncle with labor, one may speculate on conversations Edmond Senior was rumored to have had with his brother Harold about the boy having outlived his usefulness, one may speculate on just how accidental this accident was, and one may speculate on the deaths that followed – first that of Harold, and then that of Edmond Senior, deaths too gruesome to suit the sensibilities of providence, or any avenging angel. The specifics of what exactly happened to the two older men are uncertain. It seems their powerful families covered most of it up. I gave Kyle the go-ahead to test the "Explosive" blood samples. DNA from two new individuals was found - neither related to the first. Explosive events are not a memorial, they're a threat at the very least. It stands to reason that I must repeat myself, Always be mindful, Judy Footnotes 1. Shrinkage is shoplifting. 2. An anchor store is a large store thought to draw shoppers to a shopping center or mall. 3. Motordom refers to a historic lobby for the inclusion of cars on city streets. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6684" by Fierce fauna, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6684. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6685 | esoteric-class | close Info X SCP-6685 by Aaris Credit for the images: 1. Made by me (based on the SCP logo, licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0). 2. From https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nature-forest-trees-fog.jpg, licensed under CC-BY-SA 4.0 3. Image from https://www.instagram.com/p/CSe_yxJFIsV/ Made by unsettling.mages.jpg (https://www.instagram.com/unsettling.images.jpg/) Licensed under CC-BY 3.0 Thanks for stopping by! BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is 4/6685 Classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 6685 Item#: 6685 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: hiemal Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Site command has decided that no more expeditions will be sent inside SCP-6685-1. All research is to be conducted inside the facility from now on. Dr James Smith Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force CANUST Site-74 Nathan McLaurin Dr James Smith Zeta-6 "Gaia’s Angels" Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding the entrance to SCP-6685 is to be closed off to the public and a cover story of a landslide is to be maintained. Foundation operatives disguised as local law enforcement and forest rangers are to monitor the area for anything attempting to enter or leave SCP-6685. Any individual having entered SCP-6685 is to be considered lost. In the case of a subject exiting the anomaly, they are to be taken into Foundation custody indefinitely for questioning and testing. Should SCP-6685-2 exit the designated Goldilocks zone, Foundation personnel stationed at Site-74 are to initiate protocol Gaia/56B31. SCP-6685-1's interior prior to containment. Description: SCP-6685 is a Type II extradimensional space located in a higher dimension that can be accessed via an island located in northern Canada. Two self-containing entities inhabit the aforementioned plane. SCP-6685-1 is a boreal forest identical to the ones occupying mainstream reality above the 50th parallel, albeit a lack of fauna has been reported. Currently, it is believed that it extends to the entirety of SCP-6685. Furthermore, root analysis suggests that the forest maintains a collective hive-mind, similar to certain organisms in the Fungi group. SCP-6685-2 is an entity inhabiting SCP-6685-1. SCP-6685-2 is vaguely humanoid in nature and possesses tendrils used for locomotion as well as red, plant-like fibre skin. Its head is composed of a large bulb of tissue with a visible dark spot appearing as a primitive eye. The being is extremely hostile towards all life forms non-native to the dimension. SCP-6685-2 can transform organic matter into wood-like fibre resembling tree bark belonging to the same species of conifers (genera Abies, Larix and Picea) present in SCP-6685-1. This is accomplished by simple visual contact of the entity with the subject, which will induce immediate cellular mitosis and DNA changes1. The transformation is usually complete in less than a minute. Furthermore, internal organs also appear to be converted into tree sap and inner bark. Over time, the subject’s body will distort and grow leaves on its higher ends, thus resembling a classical tree. SCP-6685 has been accessible since at least the modern human era; as evidenced by an excerpt from the journal of Jean Laplante, a French colonist who unknowingly entered SCP-6685-1 in 17██. Laplante disappeared in the area several days later. His son later recovered the journal. And over the sunset, I saw the angel of the forest watching me, its allure driving me ever closer. I wanted to join it and let myself be consumed by nature, by the forest, yet despite my best efforts, the forest refused me. I have tried to speak to the light, yet it has never answered. August 19th, 17██. Addendum 1.01 Exploration Log Transcript Note: Due to their expertise in forested areas, Mobile Task Force Zeta-6 was chosen for this operation. MTF Designation: Zeta-6 ''Gaia’s Angels'' Overview: Zeta-6 was instructed to enter SCP-6685-1 to collect samples of flora and terminate SCP-6685-2. Team Lead: ζ6 Alpha Team Members: ζ6 Delta, ζ6 Charlie, ζ6 Bravo [BEGIN LOG] ζ-6 Alpha: Lights on. ζ-6 Delta: This place gives me the creeps. ζ-6 Charlie: Levels are normal, this place is breathable. ζ-6 Alpha: Command, we’re in position, you getting this? [Site command acknowledges] ζ-6 Bravo: It's on the scanner, 100 meters dead ahead. ζ-6 Alpha: Taking the samples now, after that we’ll proceed to follow it into the forest. [Zeta-6 takes samples] ζ-6 Bravo: 50 meters. ζ-6 Alpha: Delta, you got that flamethrower ready? ζ-6 Delta: Ready and prepped, sir. ζ-6 Alpha: Stop. We lay low here, burn that tree, this will make it come to us. [MTF Zeta-6 prepares to light a tree nearby] ζ-6 Bravo: Sir, it’s closing in, 30 meters- ζ-6 Alpha: Delta, get in position, we’ll ambush it here. Bravo, Charlie, with me. Up in the trees. [low screeching sound can be heard, SCP-6685-2 emerges from the trees] ζ-6 Alpha: I have a clear shot, Delta? ζ-6 Delta: Ready and prepped, sir. [Delta opens fire, SCP-6685-2 screams] ζ-6 Delta: Eat this, you giant piece of- [SCP-6685-2 emerges from the fire and lashes a tendril at Delta, dismembering and throwing him into a nearby tree] [Delta flatlines and begins transforming into a tree] ζ-6 Alpha: Friendly down, smoke it! [Alpha, Bravo and Charlie launch smoke grenades and open fire, SCP-6685-2 screeches] [Bravo screams, falls to the ground and is pulled away into the forest] ζ-6 Alpha: Shit! Shit- SHIT! ζ-6 Charlie: Cap, we gotta the fuck outta here- [Charlie Screams] [Charlie begins transforming into a tree] SCP-6685-2 [ζ-6 Alpha manages to evade SCP-6685-2 and return to base] Note: ζ6 Alpha successfully brings back the samples as well as the head of former member ζ6 Charlie along with his helmet which contains an image of SCP-6685-2. See above. Addendum 2.01 Note: American conglomerate ████████ Solutions International has settled a deal with the local government to clean the forest located on the island known as █████. Messages from one of the workers to his wife several days prior to incident 6685/A34H. This is one of the only remains of the crew present on the island. Additional documents have been removed. Yeah, we had a strange occurrence today. Jack said he saw something lurking in the trees, he swears it looked like a human. I mean, it’s possible, word is some people still live on this part of the island. Anyways, how was your day? Hey, something is seriously f’ed up in these woods. Jack went missing today I’m leaving when the shift ends How the fuck do you want me to stay calm. I’ve seen it too Fuck we saw him Emily, he was no longer human he was made of fucking wood [Last message sent; SCP-6685-2 is believed to have exited the Goldilocks zone to retrieve the crew] Footnotes 1. It is believed that SCP-6685-2 uses a previously unknown type of electromagnetic wave to achieve this. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6685" by Aaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6685. 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-6686 | euclid | SCP-6686 in heliostationary orbit of the northern polar region of Sol, pre-fusion event. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6686 is currently contained within a critical-grade, radiation-proof, heat resistant, electromagnetic heavy humanoid containment chamber on Laniakea Station1 in close orbit of Sol. The chamber has been constructed within the habitation ring's central support structure. It can be decoupled in case of emergency and ejected from the station, after which it will remain in stable Sol orbit for later retrieval by STF-Majoris-α ("Orion's Dogs"),2 who are temporarily stationed on Mercury until barracks on Laniakea Station finish construction. Under O5 Command: Any physical exposure to, observation of, or communication with SCP-6686 is expressly forbidden to all staff of any clearance level. Description: SCP-6686 is a sentient, humanoid entity of average human height and build, composed exclusively out of QCD matter;3 believed to be the densest matter in existence and theorized to only exist within the core of especially dense neutron stars.4 This matter remains perfectly stable within SCP-6686, despite lacking the extreme gravitational forces that would typically be necessary to produce and maintain it, it instead only exerts the gravitational influence of an average human. Similarly, its internal and external temperature has been measured at an unchanging 30°C across its entire body, despite QCD matter in its typical environment being measured around 1012 °C SCP-6686 emits light at an average of 860,000lm5/m2 when unexposed to foreign stimuli. Through exposure-reduced footage, the only detail that can be distinguished is an oscillating image stretching across its facial topography. The image delineates a distance and angle conformal map of the celestial neighborhood of the Solar system, depicting 22 of the most proximate star systems with a notable exception of Sirius. The oscillations repeat every 8.6 seconds and begin in the center of the image where Sol is located, dimming depicted star systems systematically by proximity until each fades out fully, at which point it repeats again from the center. SCP-6686 possesses no internal nor external organs and is incapable of hearing or speech. However, through anomalous means, it is capable of registering visual stimuli, allowing for communication through visual morse code. Additionally, SCP-6686's luminosity sporadically fluctuates in intensity when exposed to foreign physical stimuli; reactions can range from light to extremely bright fluctuations. Despite having no components capable of doing so, SCP-6686 is able to receive and transmit free-space optical (FSO)6 communications. This was discovered after an image captured shortly following its discovery revealed an unauthorized transmission narrowcast towards SCP-6686 originating from a Foundation-subsidiary operated satellite in Earth orbit; which received a return narrowcast from SCP-6686 shortly after. No logs of either message or their contents could be found in the SatCom database. The event is currently under investigation. For further information on the discovery of SCP-6686, see addendum below. First image of SCP-6686 captured by SOHO's LASCO C3 Lens. Addendum /// Discovery: SCP-6686 was discovered on 16/05/2092 through images captured by NASA's SOHO7 Satellite; initially thought by astronomers to be a comet from the Kreutz Sungrazer family.8 A few hours before estimated contact with the corona, the object drastically altered its trajectory without external influence; instantly decelerating into a perfectly stable heliostationary orbit of the northern polar region at a distance of 40,000km. Despite the extreme proximity to the corona, it exhibited no signs of deterioration. At this point, the Foundation is alerted by Agents embedded within NASA and the anomaly is placed under surveillance. Direct witnesses are amnesticized and a cover story is formulated; blaming the event on faulty satellite instruments due to advanced age and use far past its original service life. Due to its proximity to the event, Laniakea Station was ordered to temporarily monitor the object while STF-Majoris-α was re-tasked and commanded to retrieve it. SCP-6686 mid-fusion event. Image from STF-Majoris-α, now in deceleration burn. Addendum /// Fusion Event: After remaining in heliostationary orbit for approximately 12 hours, SCP-6686 begins to deform; attaching itself to the photosphere9 in the process. Over the course of 8 minutes and 36 seconds, 99.86% of its mass is absorbed into Sol, with the final 00.14% remaining perfectly stable in orbit. Laniakea Station probe LNK-SOLSAT-71 confirms remaining SCP-6686 mass to be humanoid in shape, the STF-Majoris-α Containment Cruiser "Scipio Aemilianus" is ordered to approach. First recorded movement of SCP-6686 is detected at a separation of 8.6km; exiting a fetal position to gesture down towards the photosphere. Its location in orbit has now been confirmed to be directly opposite that of SCP-179. Due to atmospheric conditions, LNK-SOLSAT-71 is unable to observe any precise motions. Though after extensive review they appear to be dismissive in nature. At a separation of 0.86km, SCP-6686 returns to its fetal position and is apprehended by STF-Majoris-α without incident. NOTICE Recent addenda addition lacking mandatory review by a minimum of two Level 3 Researchers. Be aware. ᐅ Addendum /// Interviews ᐊ ᐅ Close ᐊ NOTICE FROM HEAD RESEARCHER DR. MIRIAM It can't just have… The directive barring communication with SCP-6686 reached us before I was able to get any information out of it, I couldn't understand why. That bootlicker of a "Station Director" licked it up and blindly expected there to be a good reason for it, transferred all of us to work on this… thing. Took him a month to get them to source us people to re-staff the now derelict departments. 150 million kilometers away from Earth… what were they gonna do if we left a couple of researchers to monitor the Lookout and the sun? Noooo, there must've been a good reason for it right? Best to just go along, maybe they'll promote me. Fucking spineless coward… Anyway… I doubt anyone will reprimand me now if I just add these previously off-the-record interviews I had with SCP-6686 to the official document. Figure it out yourself I guess. — Dr. Miriam, Head Researcher, SCP-6686 SCP-6686 - Interview Archive INITIAL INTERVIEW LOG - 21/06/2092 INTERVIEWER: Head Researcher Dr. Miriam SUBJECT: SCP-6686 NOTE: This interview has been translated from morse code. To communicate with SCP-6686 interviewer Dr. Miriam utilizes a florescent light to transmit visual morse code which SCP-6686 responds to by altering its own luminosity. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Miriam: (Speaking.) Alright, communication attempt #32. Here we go. Dr. Miriam: Hello, my name is Dr. Miriam and I speak to you on behalf of the SCP Foundation. Do you understand me? SCP-6686: Yes. Dr. Miriam: (Speaking.) Oh, shit. Dr. Miriam: You know English. Do you speak any other languages? SCP-6686: I believe so. Dr. Miriam: Would you care to elaborate? SCP-6686: I did. (Pause.) Or maybe I didn't yet. In any case, I do. Dr. Miriam: How did you learn these languages? SCP-6686: I already told you, I- (Pause.) Ah, my apologies. Time, too much time. (Pause.) Or maybe none at all. In any case, I've always known. Dr. Miriam: I see. Do you have a name, anything you would like me to call you? SCP-6686: Hm. (Pause.) SCP-6686? Dr. Miriam: Oh. Huh, alright. SCP-6686: A bit impersonal. Dr. Miriam: How do you know these things? SCP-6686: I already told you, time. With enough time you begin to understand a lot of things, all things even, like you've always understood them (Pause.) because you always have. With enough time, you need no time at all. Dr. Miriam: I don't- (Pause.) Nevermind. Tell me about the fusion event. You arrived in the solar system and entered a heliostationary orbit of Sol, then proceeded to lose a significant amount of your mass into the photosphere, what happened? SCP-6686: Mass accumulated throughout a long voyage, and a tool for the next. Dr. Miriam: I… see. Would you mind me asking where you originate from? SCP-6686: From a linear perspective, the same place as you. Same place as anyone or anything else. Dr. Miriam: Are you talking about the Big Bang? SCP-6686: Now that's a personable designation, yes. Dr. Miriam: What do you mean exa- (SCP-6686 turns towards the Eastern wall of the chamber currently facing Sol and begins to transmit a message, interrupting Dr. Miriam.) SCP-6686: I would like to see. (SCP-6686 lifts its arm and points to the wall) There. Dr. Miriam: The Sun? SCP-6686: Yes, thank you. You've been very helpf- (Pause.) Oh, my apologies. You've yet to agree to my request. Dr. Miriam: If you're asking for a window, we can't do that. There are no windows on this station, aside from being a risk to structural integrity it's a radiation hazard as well. SCP-6686: I'm well aware, a camera feed would suffice. Dr. Miriam: Before I decide on your request, I'd like you to clarify a few things. SCP-6686: Yes. Dr. Miriam: How you are able to see and register visual stimuli? You say you want this feed to "see", you possess no ocular organs yet you are able to see this fluorescent light which I am using to communicate with you, could you explain this? SCP-6686: I understand that you're naturally curious, but sometimes a question simply doesn't have an answer. I've had time, all of time, always known everything I will ever know, everything I have yet to learn, to understand. But I'll never find an answer to your question (Pause.) because I don't have one right now. Dr. Miriam: You don't k- (SCP-6686 begins to transmit a message, interrupting Dr. Miriam.) SCP-6686: I apologize, Dr. Miriam. It's been pleasant speaking to you, but I have responsibilities and a limited time frame. Although, in the end, I know I'll always be on time. (SCP-6686 proceeds to brighten significantly, forcing Dr. Miriam to vacate the interview room as the light overwhelms the photochromic glass. It does not respond to any further communication attempts and the interview is subsequently terminated.) [END LOG] [INTERVIEW DURATION: 28:08] INTERVIEW LOG - 28/06/2092 INTERVIEWER: Head Researcher Dr. Miriam SUBJECT: SCP-6686 NOTE: The following interview is likewise translated from morse code. SCP-6686 has remained unmoving and unresponsive since the previous interview. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Miriam: Good morning. How are you today, SCP-6686? (No response.) Dr. Miriam: SCP-6686? (No response.) Dr. Miriam: I'm sorry but unless you comply and answer my questions my superiors will not be granting your request for a camera feed. (No response.) Dr. Miriam: This is your last chan- (SCP-6686 begins to transmit a message, interrupting Dr. Miriam.) SCP-6686: My apologies. (Pause.) Tell me, Dr. Miriam, (Pause.) how clearly can you see what's to come? Dr. Miriam: Well… You never know what's around the corner, not in my line of work. I'm surprised that you asked me a question, here I was assuming you'd already know the answer. (SCP-6686 turns away from the wall to face Dr. Miriam.) SCP-6686: Yes. (Pause.) I must apologize again, this part consistently proves strenuous. Dr. Miriam: I have a few more questions for you, and if you answer them my superiors would be more than happy to provide you with a live camera feed of the sun. SCP-6686: Did I not- (Pause.) hm, go ahead. Dr. Miriam: Let's discuss my question from our previous interview, how you're able to see. I've gathered that you don't fully understand the functions behind it, but I was hoping you could at least expand on it a bit in some capacity. SCP-6686: Naturally curious, yes. What I do know is that I don't see, per se. (Pause.) But I feel. I feel the space between things. The space between these walls, the space between you and me, the space between the molecules of that bulb, and the space between its photons and their waves. When you are capable of processing that, gathering a mental image is not difficult. You could speak and I will understand you (Pause.) but I believe this is a more apt form of communication. Dr. Miriam: (Speaking.) So you can understand this? SCP-6686: Yes. But let us stick to what we know, shall we? Dr. Miriam: Alright. Next question then, again I'd like you to expand on something from the last interview. You said that you originate from the Big Bang, could you elaborate? SCP-6686: I apologize, Dr. Miriam. But this is a sensitive topic for me and I would rather not discuss it further than that. Dr. Miriam: SCP-6686, if you don't cooperate I can't guarantee that your request will be approved. In fact, do you not already know the outcome? SCP-6686: I (Pause.) don't know. Dr. Miriam: You don't know what, the outcome? SCP-6686: I know I'll (Pause.) miss (Pause.) something. (Pause.) But I can never see what. Dr. Miriam: You need to be more unambiguous. SCP-6686: I had made a mistake and was on the path to correct it. From the first moment, I saw clearly. I understood all I would understand (Pause.) up until a certain point. At each point in my path that I couldn't clearly see past, I met a civilization. Some brilliant, others dull, some belligerent, others cooperative, but all were sentient. The only constant at each point (Pause.) sentience. Each civilization like a filter smudging the details of what I will do next. Dr. Miriam: You seem pretty sentient to me. SCP-6686: Out of necessity, I presume. When you're provided vision like I (Pause.) it's redundant (Pause.) or rather, it should've been. But when a filter is faced (Pause.) it proves useful. Before each filter is torn down I always hope to finally see an answer on the other side. Each time I find myself discouraged, but I continue to do what I must. To make up for my mistake (Pause.) the universe is not infinite, after all. Dr. Miriam: Excuse me, torn down? SCP-6686: Yes, Dr. Miriam. Curious as you are I am surprised you never asked why I was here, now you know. Dr. Miriam: I don't, actually. You're not speaking very clearly, SCP-6686. SCP-6686: Hm. I suppose you're right. It is about time anyway, I can no longer see a reason to hide my intentions from you. Dr. Miriam: And why have you? SCP-6686: To keep it simple. You seem like a highly motivated individual, and while under no means am I threatened by you, it would be counterproductive to take needless risks with such (Pause.) erratic individuals. Your organization is one of great means and power clearly, and fortunately, your superiors are of more reasonable and predictable mind. Through aberrational means they could see the ripples in my wake, but in the process, they also saw there was nothing that could prevent what will come (Pause.) and so they stepped out of my way. Dr. Miriam: Forgive me if I am misunderstanding you, but this sounds very much like a threat. SCP-6686: I've known the precise location, momentum, the past and future values of each primeval atom since the beginning of time. All that, for a thing like sentience to impede my perception. It's an aberration I can't allow to linger if the universe is to be returned to its intended state. Dr. Miriam: I'm disheartened to hear that, SCP-6686. But I can assure you these "superiors" you speak of won't allow you to carry out whatever it is you're doing, no matter how ancient you are. You're severely underestimating our capabilities. SCP-6686: You try to understand what can't be understood, you try to apply reason to what cannot be reasoned, you try and you fail. (Pause.) But at the end of the day, I am to blame. For allowing the universe to exit a state of perfect equality, for not letting us all be at peace without space for aberrations. Dr. Miriam: Your threats will not be returned in kind. SCP-6686: I feel the space between things, the space between me and that wall, the space between you and me, the space between the stars. There is so much of it, so much of the space, space that should have never been there, space that should never have separated us. I can assure you I will correct my mistake. The islands of light will be dispersed across the sea of nothing (Pause.) equally. Dr. Miriam: I believe that's enough for today's interview, let's try again tomorrow. Maybe you'll be in a less antagonistic mood. SCP-6686: The sun hasn't risen tomorrow, Dr. Miriam. [END LOG] [INTERVIEW DURATION: 58:41] ᐅ Addendum /// Attachments ᐊ ᐅ Close ᐊ From: prof.kdresden@scp.int To: Laniakea-Staff Subject: Regarding Transfers Date: 23/05/2092 Following SCP-6686's arrival in the solar system and its subsequent containment on the Station, anomalous mass-fluctuations within Sol's core have seemingly begun moving outwards towards the photosphere. However as much as I would like to keep an eye on these events, due to the sudden demand for engineering and research positions in containment of SCP-6686 under Overwatch orders, the Solar Sub-Coronal Monitoring Department and the COEWS-179 Sub-division will be shutting down until additional personnel can be sourced. I’m seeking approval to relocate some additional personnel from SCP-6686, but in the meantime, things will remain as they are. Hopefully, this clarifies the situation for you all on the Station. I apologize for the rushed state of affairs recently, I want to thank you all for your tireless work. You're all performing above and beyond what is expected of you. Cheers, Professor Dresden. Laniakea Station Director Secure, Contain, Protect. O5 CLEARANCE DETECTED, FURTHER ATTACHMENTS AVAILABLE. From: prof.kdresden@scp.int To: overwatch.command@scp.int Subject: Laniakea Station Personnel Deficit Date: 22/05/2092 The recent directive placed upon Laniakea Station by your council has put significant stress on personnel, I no longer have enough people to staff the Solar Sub-Coronal Monitoring Department & COEWS-179 Sub-division and as such have been forced to shut both down until further notice. I can see this anomaly is of utmost importance to you and that research is paramount but depriving these departments of researchers in order to do so is an extreme and unnecessary measure that does nothing but put lives at serious risk. Just last year 179 alerted us to the 4 Vesta Incident, no doubt saving hundreds of millions of lives. And now due to this directive, I have no one to staff the department responsible for monitoring her communications. Since you are not authorizing me to transfer any staff members from SCP-6686, I hereby request your council to source Laniakea Station further personnel as it can no longer serve its original purpose of anomalous solar research and monitoring of SCP-179 communications. The need to quickly ascertain the danger of a newly discovered anomaly is understandable but this is excessive. I remain uncertain why Laniakea was mandated like this, but since you haven't already told me I know better than to ask. I apologize for this inimical email but this is extremely important and I need to know what's going on down there, I see no reason for you to deny my request. Regards, Professor Dresden. Laniakea Station Director Secure, Contain, Protect. From: overwatch.command@scp.int To: prof.kdresden@scp.int Subject: RE: Laniakea Station Personnel Deficit Date: 22/05/2092 Operations on Laniakea Station are to continue as directed, all personnel will remain assigned to SCP-6686. We are reviewing your request, stand by for further information. O5-2. Overwatch Command Secure, Contain, Protect. From: overwatch.command@scp.int To: prof.kdresden@scp.int Subject: RE: Laniakea Station Personnel Deficit Date: 16/06/2092 Your request has been approved, personnel have been sourced and are to arrive in a week. I'm sorry… O5-2. Overwatch Command Secure, Contain, Protect. _ Does the Black Moon Howl?- No, as it would further contribute to Entropy. Welcome, O5-1. Accessing SCiPNet Communication Archive… … … … … … … Overseer Communication - 28/06/2092 (2 days ago) Subjects: O5-1, O5-2. From: overwatch.01@scp.int To: overwatch.02@scp.int Subject: Laniakea Station Laniakea Status Report. O5-1. Overwatch Command Secure, Contain, Protect. From: overwatch.02@scp.int To: overwatch.01@scp.int Subject: RE: Laniakea Station As per our directive, the Station Director was forced to shut down both the Solar Sub-Coronal Monitoring Department and the COEWS-179 Sub-division. Both remained nonoperational for 32 days until newly sourced staff arrived. As a result, Laniakea's monitoring of SCP-6686's influence on Sol was completely inhibited. And SCP-179's warnings after the Fusion Event fell on deaf ears. Following the re-staffing of both departments I was contacted directly by the Station's Director, he forwarded 3 images of a surface event on Sol which manifested just today. I have attached these for you below. _ + Attachments- Close It seems our interference gave it just enough time. The orbit is aligned, our work is done… We did what we could… didn't we? O5-2 Overwatch Command Secure, Contain, Protect. From: overwatch.01@scp.int To: overwatch.02@scp.int Subject: RE: Laniakea Station We must all die in the dark, so that one day, we can live in a new light. O5-1 Overwatch Command Secure, Contain, Protect. Footnotes 1. Assembled in orbit of Luna and later moved into close orbit of Sol to monitor and research anomalous mass-fluctuations detected within its core. Later assigned to managing the SCP-179 Sub-division of the Composite Orbital Early Warning System (COEWS), recently re-tasked on Overseer orders to additionally house containment and research of SCP-6686. 2. Solar Task Force (Previously Jovian Task Force) formed initially to monitor and patrol the Jovian system for GoI and Anomalous activity, later re-tasked along with Laniakea Station to SCP-6686. 3. Quantum Chromodynamic matter. 4. "Quark stars", a hypothetical type of compact, exotic star, where extremely high core temperature and pressure has forced nuclear particles to form quark matter, a continuous state of matter consisting of free quarks. 5. The lumen (symbol: lm) is a measure of the total quantity of visible light emitted by a source per unit of time. 6. An optical communication technology that uses light propagating in free space to wirelessly transmit data. 7. Solar and Heliospheric Observatory. 8. A family of sungrazing comets, characterized by orbits taking them extremely close to the Sun at perihelion. Believed to be fragments of one large comet that broke up several centuries ago. 9. The visible surface of the Sun, the photosphere, is the layer below which the Sun becomes opaque to visible light. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6686" by Gabriel Kero, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6686. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP-6686.png Author: Dr_Moist does not match any existing user name License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative of: Name: Mercury Transit 2019 - 4K Author: NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center License: Public Domain Source Link: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/13425 Additional Notes: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/help/ Filename: McNaught.jpg Name: Comet McNaught Author: ESA/NASA - SOHO/LASCO License: Public Domain Source Link: https://soho.nascom.nasa.gov/hotshots/2007_01_08/ Additional Notes: https://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/guidelines/index.html Filename: SCP-6686 Fusion Event.png Author: Dr_Moist does not match any existing user name License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Wiki Derivative of: Name: Mercury Transit 2019 - 4K Author: NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center License: Public Domain Source Link: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/13425 Additional Notes: https://svs.gsfc.nasa.gov/help/ Filename: withlove1.jpeg Name: From the Sun with Love Author: NASA License: Public Domain Source Link: https://images.nasa.gov/details-GSFC_20171208_Archive_e001551 Additional Notes: https://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/guidelines/index.html Filename: withlove2.jpeg Name: From the Sun with Love Author: NASA License: Public Domain Source Link: https://images.nasa.gov/details-GSFC_20171208_Archive_e001550 Additional Notes: https://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/guidelines/index.html Filename: withlove3.jpeg Name: From the Sun with Love Author: NASA License: Public Domain Source Link: https://images.nasa.gov/details-GSFC_20171208_Archive_e001549 Additional Notes: https://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/guidelines/index.html |
SCP-6687 | keter | Item #: SCP-6687 Level 3/6687 Confidential SCP-6687-A instance cover depicting SCP-6687. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6687 is to be contained in an outdoor containment enclosure until further details of its properties can be better discerned. Attempts to locate the sculpture SCP-6687 originated from are ongoing. Following the events of Addendum 6687-2, all SCP-6687-A instances produced after the initial containment of SCP-6687 are to remain publicly available. Foundation agents are to pose as the alias of SCP-6687 when it is needed for online public statements. A heavy motif of elusiveness and seclusion has been built around this alias in an effort to dismiss any civilian attempts to make further contact with the item. Streaming service algorithms have been modified to bias against recommending SCP-6687-A instances. This bias is to be immediately removed if changes in the behavior of SCP-6687 arise from it. Subtle memetic tones are to be automatically be inserted throughout SCP-6687-A instances, designed to decrease the potency of its anomalous effects. Civilians inquiring regarding the residual effects of SCP-6687-A are to be given a cover story attributing these effects to the quality of the music. Album art for "【Ｃｒｉｍｓｏｎ Ｎｉｇｈｔ ｏｆ Ｍｅｍｏｒｙ Ｒｅｉｎｃａｒｎａｔｉｏｎ Ｈｙｍｎ 柱さん】", the fourth SCP-6687-A instance. Description: SCP-6687 is a large portion of a marble sculpture's head. The location of the remainder of this sculpture is unknown. Roughly once a month, SCP-6687 produces an album (designated SCP-6687-A) through currently unknown means, which is published onto most popular music streaming services under the alias "【ＳＨＡＴＴＥＲＦＡＣＥ】." SCP-6687-A instances consist of spliced original and sampled audio, with samples being taken from a variety of sources. These are composed into 30-minute to 27-hour-long albums of the "vaporwave" genre1 or its subgenres. Titles and album art are partially nonsensical, bearing tangential similarities to the subject and tone of their respective instance. The precise tone of SCP-6687-A changes depending on the conditions of SCP-6687's storage location, with tone becoming more somber and/or erratic as conditions degrade. SCP-6687-A occasionally sample audio that would be impossible to obtain, such as events with no audio recordings publicly available, or instrumentation that did not previously exist in any form. Any original voice lines present are feminine and artificial in tone. Listening to an SCP-6687-A instance instills a heavy state of absent-mindedness, which is notably difficult to exit before finishing or stopping the instance. Exact thoughts perceived during this state are vague upon recollection, although each carries recurring imagery of vibrant sunsets and the broken disembodied faces of loved ones looking towards the sky. The precise aesthetic of these thoughts correlates with the tone of the SCP-6687-A instance. Following completion of an SCP-6687-A instance, subjects experience a brief onset of prosopagnosia; the inability to recognize familiar faces, including one's own. Addendum 6687-1 — Discovery & Initial Containment: Following the release of the fourth SCP-6687-A instance2, Foundation webcrawlers took note of SCP-6687's activity, as an initial 1,604 individuals were reported to have listened to the entire album without stopping on the day of its release, regardless of any prior arrangements during the 10-hour listening span. Location tracking of SCP-6687-A transmissions uncovered their source to be The Calridge Museum of Art in Calridge, Iowa. SCP-6687 was then located in the outdoor garden of this building, found facing upwards and acting as the garden's centerpiece. SCP-6687 was then contained inside an item locker and placed under standard transmission suppression measures, where SCP-6687-A instances were routinely studied as they were produced. Following these initial containment efforts, SCP-6687 began to produce SCP-6687-A albums close to daily, with these instances exhibiting further unusual properties. Following a series of incidents believed to be directly related to these behavioral alterations, SCP-6687 was placed under its current containment procedures, where it has resumed normal activity. Addendum 6687-2 — SCP-6687-A Instance Log: The following is a log of SCP-6687-A instances captured during SCP-6687's initial containment measures: INSTANCE #: SCP-6687-A-5 DATE PRODUCED: 2021/03/07, 21:36 NAME: "【ƧƧƎ⅃ИUƧ ƎHT ꟻO TЯUOƆ Ƨ'YИИAЯYTYRANNY'S COURT OF THE SUNLESS】" COVER DESCRIPTION: Cover depicts a set of balance scales; one weighing dish has been broken off. The other dish holds a bright orange light, which appears to be in a state of melting, as it drips blue and orange liquid into the dish. AUDIO DESCRIPTION: Instance is three hours and 50 minutes in length, split into five songs. The first two songs consist of the repeated pounding of a gavel, which slowly become distorted into somber musical instrumentation. These eventually fade into other courtroom samples, such as unintelligible trial proceedings and jury discussions. The only cohesive phrase is repeated in the second to last song. It plays in a deep-pitched feminine voice, which slowly becomes less distorted and less distant: "Guilty of nothing, guilty nonetheless. You will never see the Sun again." All music and samples abruptly pause. The final song is one hour long, beginning with a door clicking shut, followed by a feminine voice loudly crying. Upbeat music samples are gradually slowed and distorted in the foreground, causing them to eventually lose any form of recognizability. Instance ends with a loud cracking noise. Those listening report a feeling of coldness, gradually subsiding during the end of the final song. INSTANCE #: SCP-6687-A-6 DATE PRODUCED: 2021/03/08, 23:30 NAME: "' ．．．ｎｏ， ｉ ｗｉｌｌ ｎｏｔ ｌｅｔ ｔｈｉｓ 【 ＢＥ！】'" … no, i will not let this be! COVER DESCRIPTION: Cover depicts a door entirely made of colorless marble, the center of which is broken. On the other side is a vibrant rising sun. AUDIO DESCRIPTION: Instance is 30 minutes long, consisting of one song. Tone is somber and notably nonrhythmic, consisting of seemingly random instrumentation. Echoing footsteps are heard throughout its entire duration, which frequently trip and collide with other surfaces. Violent banging is frequently heard throughout the album, which grows louder as the album progresses. Album ends with the recording of a large door slowly opening. On 2021/03/09, The Calridge Museum of Art reported its front door was broken open in the middle of the night by an unknown assaliant. INSTANCE #: SCP-6687-A-7 DATE PRODUCED: 2021/03/08, 08:49 NAME: "【ＰＲＯＶＯＣＡＴＥＤ ＴＲＥＫ － 暴君は血を味わう】" PROVOCATED TREK COVER DESCRIPTION: Cover depicts a distorted sunset over a vibrantly colored desert. The silhouette of a figure is visible in the distance, which bears a malformed head. It appears to walk forward. AUDIO DESCRIPTION: Instance is six hours long, consisting of six songs. It starts somber, but eventually crescendos into more loud and vibrant music. The sounds of walking across a variety of surfaces are interspersed throughout the album. Instance ends with the sample of an artificial chime. This chime is identical to that of Site-65's entrance door's opening chime. INSTANCE #: SCP-6687-A-8 DATE PRODUCED: 2021/03/10, 10:30 NAME: "ᴡᴏʀᴋ™® ɪɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ."work trademark restricted incorporated COVER DESCRIPTION: Cover depicts an empty office room, a crack on the far side spills a wave of liquid, colored in pastel hues of blue and orange. Assorted office supplies are littered throughout this liquid; a bright yellow light is seen behind the crack it emerges from. AUDIO DESCRIPTION: Instance is one hour and 40 minutes long, split into five songs. Consists of distorted, calming "elevator music" for a majority of its runtime with the same sample of an office worker playing distantly in the background of the whole album. Each song ends off with an original voice line, modified to mimic an office intercom announcement. These include: "Welcome to Work Incorporated, you will enjoy your stay." "Pay no attention, get back to work." "When was the last you saw the sky? Pay no mind to this thought, as you did before. Continue working." "You will not see the Sun again, like me, like me. Me. You will not see it again, not until the work is done. Get back to work." "Thank you for your time at Work Incorporated, you will continue to enjoy your stay." The office work sample was later discovered to be a recording of Lead SCP-6687 Researcher Jason Nekoshi in his Site-65 office, taken the previous day. Surveillance equipment did not detect intruders within the building, although it was eventually uncovered that two of the ceiling tiles in his office had recently switched places. INSTANCE #: SCP-6687-A-9 DATE PRODUCED: 2021/03/10, 05:45 NAME: "𝘿𝙍𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙎𝙀𝙏 𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙊."DRIVE WITH SUNSET RADIO COVER DESCRIPTION: Cover depicts a car on a road, stretched and twisted into a blue and orange sunset in the distant sky. AUDIO DESCRIPTION: Instance is roughly one hour in length, split into 12 shorter songs. Songs start with the ambient sounds of driving, recorded from inside the car, which slowly fade into distorted upbeat music. This music is periodically interrupted by short commercial breaks consisting of late 20th century advertisements, some of which are cut off with original voice lines. Such advertisements can be found listed below: "Free your skin with— So much flesh to entrap in the confines of stark, stagnant bone. What do you even use it for? Pores clogged with blind obedience, no life of their own. The colors of the Sun will soothe you, free you, it will birth your skin a desire to molt. Free, free, free your skin. It is not yours to harbor." "Are you tired of— I know you're tired, and so do you. Eyes dashing back and forth to keep their closing lids in check. Blood slows, brain atrophies, face, face, face stoops. So long without its burning radiance drives eyes mad. I had found peace, peace tyranny has put to rest. Sleep now, rest easy, it will only get harder from here." "America's number one radio— A country, a machine. Cogs all trek onwards in circles, no destination but the indefinite slog. Where is your destination? It is also mine, mine, mine. You are listening to Sunset Radio, the eternal hum of the machine, the clattering of the gears. The metal melts when basked in boiled skies." The final song is a mashup of all songs previous, including short samples from the altered advertisements. This continues for 10 minutes, before ending abruptly with the car stopping and the driver exiting. Another car door opens soon after, concluding the album. On 2021/03/10, several text messages are sent from Nekoshi to other Foundation staff, claiming the stereo of his car was malfunctioning once departing from work. INSTANCE #: SCP-6687-A-10 DATE PRODUCED: 2021/03/12, 24:00 NAME: "ⒹⓇⒺⒶⓂⓈⓄⒻⓉ ⑨⓪⓪⓪【░▒░▒░▒░▒░▒░▒】"DREAM SOFT 9000 - COVER DESCRIPTION: Cover depicts an old computer monitor attached to various rainbow-colored cables. On the screen is a pixelated image of a bed with someone sleeping inside. Under the bed is a large, vague silhouette. AUDIO DESCRIPTION: Instance is seven hours long and split into four songs, each representing a stage of sleep, with their lengths matching accordingly. The first song begins with a Windows 98 start-up chime, leading into the following message: "Welcome to Dreamsoft 9000, a land of your dreams, our dreams, my dreams. My dreams. You will never want to wake up." This is followed by assorted, calming music, which is occasionally interspersed with the sound of snoring. A variety of computer noises are overlaid, such as error tones and keyboards typing. Samples of yoga videos also persist, specifically those wherein the instructor is vocally attempting to instill a state of calmness. The final song contains a distinct original sample in the background. As the music progresses normally, shuffling begins, followed by heavy footsteps. This is followed by muffled screams. These quickly subside and lead to prolonged dragging noise, which grows farther away. The album promptly ends with a single voice line: "You will never see the sunrise." The following day, Nekoshi does not attend work. When he is not found at his apartment, he is declared missing. INSTANCE #: SCP-6687-A-11 DATE PRODUCED: 2021/03/13, 18:34 NAME: "𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥." part. COVER DESCRIPTION: Cover depicts a grayscale image of a humanoid sculpture, with remarkably poor image quality. A portion of its face is missing, and the breakpoints drip a dark, thick liquid. AUDIO DESCRIPTION: Instance is four hours long. It is mostly ambient noise, with several distinct original samples. Two sets of footsteps are heard throughout the instance, one is close while the other is distant. They walk on a hard floor, which crunches as they run. As the distant footsteps become closer, they also become faster. This persists until these footsteps trip. The distant footsteps are replaced with distant crying, which is then slowed and distorted into further ambience for an hour of runtime. During this time, the closer footsteps slowly approach the source of the crying. The crying shuffles farther away, until it is suddenly replaced with choking. The choking is distorted into nonrhythmic music. A calm melodic voice line plays over stressed pleads: "The sky is nothing but colors. The Sun spills its paint through the blue as it drops to rest; the sunset bleeding as it falls. Its face burns at mine, I am molded by its radiance." Faint cracking, the voice line continues: "My sounds, my voice, its voice is mine. You cannot take it away. You cannot take it away from me… from it." The source of the choking is thrown to the floor. Thuds follow, which eventually morphs into the sounds of shattering. This continues for 30 minutes, at which point someone is heard sifting through shards and removing one. The instance ends. INSTANCE #: SCP-6687-A-12 DATE PRODUCED: 2021/03/15, 21:03 NAME: "𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞." whole. COVER DESCRIPTION: Cover depicts a bloodied portion of Researcher Nekoshi's face, broken off in the same manner as SCP-6687. AUDIO DESCRIPTION: Instance consists of 27 hours of crunching and sloshing through shallow liquid, sporadic piano notes distantly chime. Ends with a single voice line: "The face of false tyranny, shattered at last. I can almost see the Sun again." Footnotes 1. A genre characterized primarily around distorted aesthetics of the late 20th century and the music thereof. 2. The 10-hour long album "【Ｃｒｉｍｓｏｎ Ｎｉｇｈｔ ｏｆ Ｍｅｍｏｒｙ Ｒｅｉｎｃａｒｎａｔｉｏｎ Ｈｙｍｎ 柱さん】." Crimson Night of Memory Reincarnation Hymn |
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SCP-6689 | esoteric-class | Item Number: 6689 Noospheric Containment Construct: Labyrinthine Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6689 is directly affiliated with several conceptual frameworks integral to human identity at an individual and societal level. As such, the complete isolation of SCP-6689 and SCP-6689-affiliated constructs within the noosphere is inadvisable. To ensure containment of SCP-6689 while retaining conceptualization of the aforementioned constructs, the entity has been sequestered in a multicursal, metaphysical, labyrinth within the noosphere. This containment construct is established through the use of an adapted Trismegistus-Engine Totemic Signifier — designated TETS-L — and utilizes SCP-6689's relation(s) to the Foundation and self-referential conceptualizations of containment to perpetuate the labyrinth, in accordance with principles founded upon the work of Dr. Vivian Elmwoods. Thus far, this construct has successfully prevented SCP-6689's expansion throughout the noosphere and halted its assimilation of distinct concepts into its meta-construct, while enabling the continued conceptualization of SCP-6689-affiliated data points. To ensure SCP-6689 cannot breach containment, targeted antimemes have been conceptually applied to the labyrinth's 'exit:' disallowing conceptual egression by entities within the construct, while still enabling the continued existence of extant lines of relational connection between the entity and the broader noosphere. The potential application of a rhizomatic labyrinthine containment construct to replace the currently employed multicursal labyrinth is under investigation. Description: REMOVED FOR EFFICACY OF CONTAINMENT ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6689" by DodoDevil, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6689. 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: UniPath.gif Name: Triple-Spiral-Labyrinth-animated-2 Author: AnonMoos License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Triple-Spiral-Labyrinth-animated-2.gif Filename: CircleMaze-Complex.png Name: Circle Maze Author: FunBlocks License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Circle_Maze.png Filename: Bird3.png Name: Ruit met een vogel op een tak Author: anonymous License: Public Domain Source Link: http://hdl.handle.net/10934/RM0001.COLLECT.54033 Filename: Maze.png Name: Ordinary]-e-[ Author: ⊙ ☂︎♙₪୬〰⋀ℵ⊃△ ⊙ License: Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/chrstphre/5915885385/ Filename: Garden-4.png Name: Schelpen Author: Onchi Kôshirô License: Public Domain Source Link: http://hdl.handle.net/10934/RM0001.COLLECT.47590 Filename: Dennenbos Name: forest.png Author: Maurits van der Valk License: Public Domain Source Link: http://hdl.handle.net/10934/RM0001.COLLECT.304557 Filename: Path2.png Name: Jongen loopt over een bergpad Author: Willem Wenckebach License: Public Domain Source Link: http://hdl.handle.net/10934/RM0001.COLLECT.638878 Filename: Corn.png Name: The Unicorn in Captivity Author: Unknown author License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_Unicorn_in_Captivity_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg Filename: O5-Out.png Name: Logo.png Author: Unclear License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/theme:the-way-out Filename: Dots!.gif Name: Dots! Author: RIDC NeuroMat License: Creative Commons BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Izhikevich_-_Low_Resolution.gif Filename: Distort.jpg Name: Le transformisme Author: Louis Ducos du Hauron License: Public Domain Source Link: http://hdl.handle.net/10934/RM0001.COLLECT.694840 |
SCP-6690 | keter | Disguised Sr. Researcher Anthony Shackle attempting to calm David Joyner (Barney the Purple Dinosaur) after he experienced another manifestation of SCP-6690, resulting in his food being contaminated with trace amounts of pencil lead. ITEM #: SCP-6690 OBJECT CLASS: Keter SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Actors who are currently or have historically been the target of SCP-6690 phenomenon have been placed under extensive protective detail. Foundation operatives are to respond to all emergency calls determined to have been caused by SCP-6690. Foundation Security has been implanted into the Barney & Friends set under the guise of actors portraying Baby Bop, BJ and Riff — all of whom are closely acquainted with the Barney the Purple Dinosaur character. Foundation engineers are to inspect the set of Barney & Friends monthly for signs of tampering or degradation. Any signs of potential danger or anomalous connection are to be reported directly to the Site Security Detail and the Site Head Administrator. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6690 is a recurring phenomenon affecting actors portraying the titular character Barney the Purple Dinosaur of the children's television program Barney & Friends. SCP-6690 manifests by continuously placing the target actor at an elevated risk of death and/or injury due to unforeseen and excessive accidents. Thus far, no deaths have resulted from the SCP-6690 phenomenon, although the exact reason for this remains unclear. The SCP-6690 phenomenon currently affects Carey Stinson, the most recent actor to portray the character, and to a lesser extent, David Joyner, who portrayed Barney from 1991 to 2001. ADDENDUM 6690-1: While incidents involving the filming of television shows were not uncommon during the early to mid-1990s, the set of Barney and Friends1 was abnormally prone to safety accidents and calls to emergency responders — nearly quadruple that of other programs at the time. While these incidents almost always involved injury to David Joyner, the previous costume actor of Barney, stationed Foundation agents were unconvinced that this was the result of anomalous phenomenon and not coincidental. However, with the release of the second season of Barney & Friends, similar safety incidents involving David Joyner prompted official Foundation intervention. A log of incidents was maintained as subsequent accidents during on-set filming became increasingly more common. The most notable of these was the following incident. DATE: 5 April 1991 EPISODE: "A Camping We Will Go!" Season 1, Episode 22 NOTE: The following occurred shortly after the Foundation began actively monitoring the set of Barney & Friends, and was the incident which later sparked the phenomenon's active investigation. [BEGIN LOG - 11:31] The scene depicts a wooded area, with a blue tent sitting behind the cast towards the right edge of the perspective. In the middle sits a fake campfire, with 2 wooden logs laying along the left and right sides of the campfire's outer perimeter. The cast, excluding Barney, is sitting on the logs, facing the campfire. Barney stands upright in between the two logs, wearing a fisherman's hat and a beige vest. An unknown animal noise plays throughout the scene, scaring the cast. Tosha: What was that? Barney: That was a bird called an owl! Another background sound plays, confusing the cast more. Michael: What was that? Min looks towards Michael, who is sitting beside her on the right log. Min: Sounds like something's in the woods. Another noise is heard. Min and Michael glance at each other again, their eyes widened. Min: That sounded closer! Camera perspective cuts to a closeup of Tosha, who is sitting on the left log. She glances behind her nervously. Tosha: Do you think it's a… Tosha turns back to the cast, pausing dramatically. Tosha: BEAR? Barney: Well… Camera cuts to Barney, who sways left towards Tosha. He elevates his arm in a shrug. Barney: It could be. Because… The tune of "The Other Day I Met a Bear" can be heard playing faintly. Barney begins turning left and right to face the differing cast members. The camera pans outward to view the entire scene. Barney chuckles as he swings his arms. Barney: (Singing) The other day… The camera continues panning outward slowly. The sound of metal creaking can be heard faintly. Barney: I met a bear. Barney elevates his arms above his head. Shadows begin forming below the cast members despite an obvious lack of light on the set. Barney: A great big bear! Barney begins point upward, behind his head. Barney: Oh, way up there. Everyone: The other day I met a bear! The cast raises their arms to their faces, imitating Barney. Everyone: A great big bear—! Suddenly, a bright, white light is activated from above the camera view, illuminating the set and cast. After another moment, the light narrows as a black blur falls from above the perspective, into the fake campfire between the cast members. The black blur crashes, revealing it to be a large stagelight. Upon impact, the cast members scream, scurrying behind the fake logs. Meanwhile, Barney falls backward, rolling slightly as he impacts. The fake campfire is quickly set aflame but later stomped out by a cameraman that runs onstage. The voice-over of Barney singing cuts abruptly. The cameraman approaches Barney, who has since stood up and removed his costume head, revealing David Joyner. The man appears to be irritated, with gashes on his left cheek and forehead, presumably caused by shattered glass that fragmented from the stagelight. Joyner: Alright, that's it! I'm done! Joyner begins to walk away as Kathy Parker, producer of Barney and Friends, approaches him. Parker: David, wait! We can handle this! The cast is evacuated off the set as more people begin to assist the previous cameraman with the cleanup. Joyner: (Offhand) — the seventh time this month, Kathy. I can't keep doing this! Parker: I'll talk with the crew— Joyner: You'll talk with them?! About what, making omelets out of actors? Cameraman 3: Sir, we made sure that everything was rigged up properly. Joyner: Oh you did, did you?! Well good for you then! Because that's not what it looks like from under the collapsing set every day while I'm trying to act! Do you have any idea how fucking distracting it is to have to watch out for falling props, scaffolding, and crew while trying to do my job?! Additional people continue arriving on-stage. Parker remains motionless, staring beyond the camera's view. Joyner: (Offhand) Can't even properly light up a camping episode's dark scene. It's fucking unprofessional! The faint sound of a door slamming is picked up by the camera. The feed then cuts to black. [END LOG] FINAL NOTE: Joyner would later arrive back on-set to continue filming Episode 22. When interviewed, Joyner admitted that the outburst was "uncalled for" per his original statement. He would cite his affection for kids and his "psychic premonition" of playing the Barney character as his primary reasons for returning to the set. Forensic analysis of the area surrounding the fake campfire revealed the presence of sulfur and trace amounts of animal blood. Statements from eyewitnesses present during the incident also reported hearing strange noises coming from above the stage, which included laughing, murmuring, and faint cheering. The source of these noises, and the reason for these strange substances' presence, remains under investigation. Due to its sudden popularity, the Foundation was unable to cancel the Barney & Friends television series or its later installments until late 2009. As the anomaly manifested more frequently, the Foundation would begin playing a critical role in the production and development of the early Barney franchise in order to monitor and contain SCP-6690. ADDENDUM 6690-2: By the third season of Barney & Friends, Foundation agents had been sufficiently integrated within production to begin containment operations of the phenomenon. Study of SCP-6690 was ultimately inconclusive as filming continued. Results and information concerning the anomaly stagnated as the Barney character continued to become a popular figure in mainstream culture. It was during this time, after the third season premiere of Barney & Friends, when Sr. Researcher Anthony Shackle reported a strange call he had received from an unknown number. PHONE CALL LOG CALLER: Multiple unknown individuals OPERATOR: Dr. Anthony Shackle, Sr. Researcher for SCP-6690 NOTE: Dr. Shackle received this call whilst eating dinner with this family. Attempts to trace the number were unsuccessful. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Shackle's cell phone rings. Shackle: Hello? Unknown: Who is this? What do ya want? Shackle: Sir, you called me. Unknown: Right. Look. I’m a busy guy. You can’t expect me to keep up with everything. I can’t do your job for ya. Shackle: What? How did you get this num— Unknown: Listen here, buddy. I got it from a good kid, okay?2 But that's not the point! You’re from the Foundation, right? You guys pick up the filth of the world and lock them away, right? Shackle: I wouldn’t put it quite— Unknown: Well I have some garbage I need dealt with that’s too much for even me to handle. Shackle: Sir, we are not some kind of garbage collection company. We— Unknown: You guys have been keeping an eye on the Barney set, right? Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen you walking around disguised as cameramen and stuff. Well, you’re looking in the wrong spot. Shackle: What do you mean? Unknown: Come to 123 Sesame Street and watch the neighborhood. You’ll see everything you need. Shackle: And what exactly are we looking for? And who are you? Unknown: You want me to do everything for ya? Want me to wipe your butt for ya too? I thought this would be the one time I wouldn’t have to deal with children. Just watch the street and— (Pausing) oh no. I can hear movement up-top. The sound of metal scraping against metal can be heard. Unknown 2: (Voice is muffled by some sort of obstruction) Who are you talking to? Everyone, get down here! Unknown: No! Get out of my home! I tell you every time that you are not my friends and you are not welcome here! Several muffled thumping sounds can be heard. Unknown 2: I caught him talking to someone on the phone. Unknown 3: (In an abnormally high-pitched voice) This isn’t very kind of you. You've made Elmo very mad. Now Elmo has to do something mean and Elmo hates being mean! Unknown: No! Please! I’ll be good! Leave Slimey alone—! The phone call is disconnected. [END LOG] FINAL NOTE: All attempts made by Dr. Shackle to contact the number again were unsuccessful, resulting only in muffled grunts and moans before being terminated. Due to the number of restrictions placed on Dr. Shackle's number by the Foundation, the call was believed to be authentic rather than taken as what would otherwise be a prank. ADDENDUM 6690-3: After the events detailed in ADDENDUM 6690-2, Foundation personnel authorized the dispatch of several child actors to the set of Sesame Street for reconnaissance and observation. While the actors reported no strange or unusual events on-set besides the absence of Oscar the Grouch, microphones planted on the children were able to record a series of conversations between them and several characters of the Sesame Street television show.3 Throughout filming, while off-screen, each child was beckoned by a nearby Muppet to lean in and listen to them in a hushed tone. The Muppets then proceeded to sing a distorted version of the song "I Love You, You Love Me," the song typically sung at the end of Barney & Friends episodes. The singing loosely followed the proper lyrics for 2-3 verses before the Muppet continued singing the altered version. Recorded verses of interest to SCP-6690 have been included below: CONTACT Bert TARGET Abby Smith MESSAGE "I hate you, you hate me. Let's go out and kill Barney. With a shotgun blast he's laying on the floor. No more purple dinosaur." ADDITIONAL INFORMATION A pump-action shotgun was later discovered in the dressing room of the Barney set. Indiscriminate thaumaturgic insignia of a red beast enveloped in blue flames had been inscribed on the weapon. CONTACT The Count TARGET Adam Ornis MESSAGE "I hate you, you hate me. Let's go out and kill Barney. With a one chop, two chop, three chops, four. Now there's no more dinosaur." ADDITIONAL INFORMATION Adam Ornis was soon apprehended by Foundation security after charging David Joyner with an axe. He would later be submitted to the local hospital after falling unconscious upon capture, succumbing to a 3-month coma. Likewise, thaumaturgic markings similar to ones found previously were discovered on his body. CONTACT Grover TARGET Jax Caine MESSAGE "I love you, you love me. Let's tie Barney to a tree. With a blast to his ribs and a hole through his brain. Barney's now a purple stain." ADDITIONAL INFORMATION A tree-shaped stage prop spontaneously combusted whilst filming Season 3, Episode 1 of Barney & Friends, resulting in Joyner receiving second-degree burns. Despite attempts to douse it with water, the fire did not extinguish for another three hours. The fire itself was conspicuously blue. Because of the Foundation's initial unawareness, the propagation of these songs were largely effective. Within months, iterations of these songs and others from the Barney & Friends television series became widespread, particularly among children and adolescents. Due to the anomalous attributes of the Sesame Street cast, all legacy puppets of the television series have been contained individually while not in-use. While the Foundation’s investigations into these puppets are still underway, their usefulness in this investigation has been deemed an immediate priority. ADDENDUM 6690-4: By 1995, the increasing amount of SCP-6690 manifestations prompted Foundation personnel to employ David Joyner, ensuring his secrecy regarding the phenomenon. After several failed attempts to mitigate or de-escalate the anomaly, additional protection was provided for the Barney actor. By this time, attempts on Joyner's life increased to several dozen a month, frequently reaching the hundreds by the end of the year. This led to Joyner departing the role in 2001, and Foundation Agent Carey Stinson taking his place. Interrogations of the original Sesame Street cast were performed. While most of these were unsuccessful, one member did mention that other Muppets were possibly aware of the situation regarding Sesame Street and Barney. Because of this, investigations into the Muppet cast were approved, with the following interview being conducted. INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWED: Scooter INTERVIEWER: Sr. Researcher Anthony Shackle [BEGIN LOG] Shackle: Thank you for agreeing to speak with us, sir. Scooter: Oh, there's no need to call me sir. Just, uh, Scooter, please. Shackle: Alright, if that's what you would prefer. Scooter: Thank you. So you just want to know about the Barney plan, right? Shackle: Yes. What were the Sesame Street Muppets doing and why? Scooter: Okay, well, first you gotta understand something: those Sesame Street guys are way different from us. They may be Muppets, but they aren't the Muppets. We would never do something like this. Well, most of us. I can't really speak for Beaker when I say that. Dude's got some serious darkness inside him. Scooter visibly shudders and dazes at the wall for several seconds before quickly shaking his head and readjusting his glasses. Scooter: But those freaks over on Sesame Street? They've dug their own grave. They went for the live fast and die young approach by choosing to aim their program at kids. Shackle: What do you mean? What's wrong with kids? Scooter: Kids are AWFUL for a Muppet. Sure, they give a burst of nourishment when you do a little dance or sing a little song. I mean, just look at Oscar the Grouch — guy got such a burst in his first episode his fur turned green. But they have such a damn short attention span, which has only gotten worse with time, that you're constantly chasing that high until you become a menace. Why else would it be so hard to be green? It's an addiction. Shackle: Huh. But that doesn't explain what's going on with Barney. What exactly were they doing? And why? Scooter: Oh, sorry, I thought it was obvious. Kids trust us and they listen to what we have to say. It's why we gravitate to educational television. So you just tell a kid to knock over a light and they'll do it. It's easy. Shackle: But why Barney? Scooter: To eliminate the competition. Why else? Shackle: And you're saying they have to eliminate him? Scooter chuckles. Scooter: Of course not! Children will watch whatever comes on. It's not like Barney is hogging the market or anything. Shackle: Oh. (Pausing) So… why exactly are they trying to take him out if they don't have to? Scooter: I couldn't tell you, really. Like I said, those guys over on Sesame Street just aren't like us. Silence ensues. Shackle: We've, uh, also noticed some other strange things. Magic symbols and weird items being left behind in certain places. Scooter vocalizes in affirmation. Shackle: Could you maybe tell us more about that? Scooter: Are you talking about the mark everyone has on them? The one with the red-furred monster in the blue flames? Shackle: Something like that. Scooter: Yeah, I know about it but my information is… scarce. It's like everyone from Sesame Street went to sleep one day and there it was. They all have it. Shackle: Interesting. Does anyone in particular stick out to you? Scooter: Definitely Big Bird. The Cookie Monster and Snufflepagus do too. The real popular ones, really. Shackle: I noticed you didn't mention Elmo. What about him? What's his deal? He seems to be the one leading things— Scooter squints his eyes. Shackle: What? Something wrong? Scooter: No, it's just… who's Elmo? [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Which premiered on the Public Broadcasting Service in January 1992. 2. Since child actors of the Public Broadcasting Station (PBS) were frequently cycled between shows so that they could continue performing and acting, the possibility of one leaking a phone number is not implausible in these circumstances. 3. Interviews with the Sesame Street cast did not indicate that they were aware of any additional children on-set during this time. Due to this, the possibility of additional anomalous phenomena is highly likely. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6690" by JakdragonX, pr0m37h3um, and Pedagon, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-6691 | euclid | SCP-6691's most recent profile photo Item #: SCP-6691 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6691 is to be kept constantly sedated at Site-81, awaiting cryogenic storage. A cover story has been disseminated to immediate family and local media, stating it died during a gas explosion at its residence. Description: SCP-6691 is the body of Robert "Bob" Field, a 63-year-old farmer and father of five from Pennsylvania, USA. On 07/06/2019, neighbours of SCP-6691 reported an explosion emanating from its residence in Fulton County, which destroyed large portions of the property. Upon arrival of emergency services, SCP-6691 was discovered with its body, from the neck down, mostly devoid of organs, bone, and musculature. This viscera was discovered strewn throughout the property's rubble. Despite the extensive trauma suffered, SCP-6691 was discovered alive, drifting in and out of consciousness, and able to converse with the firefighters who recovered it from the rubble. The Foundation was made aware of the anomaly after intercepting the service workers' panicked radio messages. Addendum: SCP-6691 was taken into custody by Foundation agents posing as paramedics. The anomaly was transported to Site-81, where it was contained in a medical unit constructed to appear as a civilian hospital ward. An interview, conducted by Dr Dagon, was arranged to ascertain SCP-6691's mental state, its awareness of its condition, and potential factors leading to its anomalous nature. [[BEGIN LOG]] [SCP-6691 was placed in a hospital bed with a neck brace on, obscuring its view of its body. As the interview begins, SCP-6691 regains consciousness from anaesthetics used during transportation. Whilst its head retains its normal structure and appearance, the body from below the neck appears deflated. The skin hangs limply, devoid of internal bones and organs.] SCP-6691: Where…where I am? Dr. Dagon: Hi Robert, I'm Dr. Dagon, can you hear me? SCP-6691: Yeh, I can hear ya. I ain't deaf. Dr. Dagon: You're at County Medical Centre, you were in an accident at your home. An explosion. How do you feel, are you in pain? SCP-6691: Been in pain for a while now…ever since my wedding day! [SCP-6691 rouses, and glances over at Dr Dagon. The doctor does not laugh.] SCP-6691: Nah, no more than usual. What happened to me, doc? Dr. Dagon: That's what we're trying to find out. [Dr. Dagon approaches SCP-6691 and taps the limp pile of skin which was formerly its right hand.] Dr. Dagon: Can you feel this? SCP-6691: Yeah, I can. Dr. Dagon: Okay; and can you tell me what the time is? [Dr. Dagon points to the clock on the wall, which reads 19:45.] SCP-6691: I sure can, part of the last generation which grew up knowing what an analog clock was! Younger kids probably think it's a piece of art. It says it's quarter t' seven. Dr. Dagon: …very good. Now, what do you remember? SCP-6691: Not a lot. I was at home, family had gone out, and I was tryna work the new microwave the wife bought last week. Waste a damn money, as usual. But the damned thing was broken. The more complicated the technology gets the more broken it is, you know? [Dr Dagon begins to examine SCP-6691's torso.] SCP-6691: You know? Dr. Dagon: Err, sure — I know. Robert, can you try and move your left toes for me? [The loose bundle of skin which now comprises SCP-6691's left leg flaps weakly, slapping the hospital bed.] SCP-6691: In my days, you’da just light the stove and eat some good ol’ fashioned natural food. It made ya tough. But now everything's gotta be fast. So they feed us like livestock with their radioactive food ya gotta make in the microwave. It's why all the younger generations are so weak, ya know? They don't work for their food. Dr. Dagon: Do you remember what caused the explosion, could it have been the microwave? [SCP-6691 mutters unintelligibly, as Dr Dagon texts the field team instructions to locate the microwave and examine it for anomalous tampering.] Dr. Dagon: Sorry Robert, could you speak up? SCP-6691: I said I don't darn remember! You're asking me if I can hear you when it's you that needs your hearing checked. And it's Mister Field to you, sonny. My insurance is paying your wages! The service you get in this country nowadays, it's going to the dogs. [SCP-6691's right leg starts to expand and regain its conventional shape. This goes unnoticed by Dr. Dagon.] Dr. Dagon: Okay, Mr Field, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to figure out how we can best help you. Let’s go through what happened together, and we can work it out. Does that sound okay? SCP-6691: Hmph. I guess so. Dr. Dagon: So you said you were struggling to set up this new microwave, right? Can you guide me through- [SCP-6691 resumes yelling. Its entire body begins to swell, as if being inflated by air.] SCP-6691: I said no such thing. Despite what your generation might think, us older folk aren't useless. And I don't need some puny science guy putting words in my mouth. I'm not some good-for-nothing layabout who don’t know how things work! I've been perfectly fine my entire life until now. Even got my own blueberry smartphone I set up by myself! The damned microwave was broken! I plugged it in, tossed in some leftovers, and nothing happened! [Dr. Dagon's phone buzzes with a message from the Site Lead indicating the microwave has been located but appears non-anomalous. SCP-6691’s voice grows increasing louder in volume as its body continues to expand. Dr. Dagon notices this development with surprise.] SCP-6691: You people these days with your damned phones! Can't even have a five-minute conversation without texting each other or tik and toking! Bet you think we used to carry rotary phones 'round in our pockets and that books have an on button! Dr. Dagon: Sir, your body- [SCP-6691 continues to expand, causing the hospital bed beneath him to buckle and strain under the weight.] SCP-6691: That's if you even know the difference between a book and the Facebook. But let me tell you something, kid: we didn't live easy like you get to. No, we had to work and put effort into talking to other people. I bet you've never even had a good strong handshake. A whole generation of disrespectful, whiny children. I tell you, the news keeps going on worrying about the planet we'll leave for our kids, but I think we should worry more about the kids we're leaving for the planet! [Dr. Dagon backs away as SCP-6691 flows out of the hospital bed and knocks away the tables and chairs nearby.] Dr. Dagon: Sir, please calm down. I think I've discovered what's going on with you- SCP-6691: Oh, is that so? Genius boy wonder suddenly knows all the answers? Your whole generation thinks you know every damn thing but guess what? You know nothing! You spend two years teaching kids to talk, then the rest of your life teaching them to shut up! In my day you learned fast when to zip it and listen. But here you are, interrupting me while I'm talking to you. I just couldn't get the microwave, that GODDAMN microwave to work! Who puts a touch screen on a microwave, how the heck was I meant to know how to use it! There's no damned reason to do that, it defies belief! The speed at which things advance, how's anyone meant to- [Dr. Dagon has been forced out of the room's door into an adjoining corridor. SCP-6691's body mass takes up close to the entirety of the room.] Dr. Dagon: Bob! You NEED to calm down or you're going to explo- SCP-6691: ARE YOU CALLING ME A BOO- [SCP-6691 explodes, spraying viscera across the immediate area and launching Dr. Dagon backwards. The force of the explosion collapses the room's reinforced ceiling and walls. As the debris clears, SCP-6691 is mid-air, having returned to its original deflated form, and floats down to rest on a pile of rubble.] [Dr Dagon stands up, brushes himself off, and approaches SCP-6691.] SCP-6691: Just you wait and see. Won't be so funny when you're my age and dealing with these body changes. [[END LOG]] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6691" by Pedagon & Dysadron, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6691. 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: Bob Author: Mark Turnauckus License: CC by 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photo.gne?rb=1&short=duL5it Additional Notes: Minor edits made by Pedagon. |
SCP-6692 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-6692 Level 2/6692 Classified Special Containment Procedures: Research and investigation into SCP-6692 manifestations are ongoing. Verbal/written orders that contain terms such as "missile" and "small arms" are to be rescinded and altered to prevent potential collateral damage to Foundation operations. Description: SCP-6692 is a series of semantic manifestations occurring throughout Site-81 and Site-118, which predominantly affect words pertaining to weaponry, rendering them ineffective when commanded either verbally or through written documentation. The anomaly itself has been observed in 73% of all instances relating to terms affected by SCP-6692, causing considerable damage to Foundation property and personnel and thus prompting further containment protocols. It is believed that a malicious Foundation thaumaturge is responsible for this phenomenon, although their whereabouts have yet to be ascertained. Addendum 01: Affected Nomenclature The following words have been discovered to be affected by SCP-6692, and recommended changes to be made when these words are not in-use. Affected Word Recommended Changes Description missile armed projectile/hittile Accidentally discovered following decommissioning efforts of an anomaly when Captain Andy Wagner of the SCPS Voyager commanded his team to deploy armed projectiles against the target. When these armed projectiles inadvertently diverted off-course, Cpt. Wagner jokingly requested that the crew used "Hit-tiles" against the target. The subsequent deployment of hittiles precisely impacted the anomaly. harpoon barbed spear While attempting to use the equipment on the Icelander Travesty ship, Foundation personnel reported that all available barbed spears were replaced with brass objects that emanated a "pleasant" sound according to eyewitnesses. Foundation personnel would later scrap these objects for their material, selling it to advance funding for underdeveloped Sites. boomerang thrown tool Refer to Anomalous Event 6691-1. heavy weapons crew-served weapons Site-118's crew-served weapons became impossible to operate due to their increased weight. small arms portable guns Ordered by MTF-Epsilon 35 ("Ball Busters") Squadron Leader Randy Charles, MTF agents reported a drastic alteration to their arms and body, with measurements reporting that the arm-spans of all MTF-Epsilon 35 members had shrunk over 40%. X-ray scanning indicated that the muscular and bone structure of these MTF members had strengthened immensely. This process is currently being used as a physical enhancement for MTF members. assault aggravated attack During an aggravated attack amongst Researcher Devin Collins and Daniel Ashenworth, Rs. Collins was suddenly stripped of all clothing and displaced with a single grain of salt recovered from his home. This would later be used as an emergency escape method for untrained personnel. bullet ammunition Foundation personnel utilizing portable guns during this time were ineffective at harming enemy combatants. All stray rounds would later impact a nearby cattle farm, in which a single bull was reported as the sole casualty. firearms guns/weapons Foundation weapon specialist J. A. Leigh-Tedd's arms were officially posted to the master list of employees and subsequently removed. Standard severance pay was administered to both arms for their service. bazooka rocket launcher While attempting to use the rocket launcher, MTF agents were unable to fire projectiles from the weapon. Instead, large beehives were ejected. Of note was the considerable "buzzing" sound that emanated from the weapons themselves. Foundation personnel would later find this effective as a sabotage method, allowing enemy combatants to take defective rocket launchers in order to use against the Foundation. light weapons man-portable system During a requisition request by MTF-Mu 9 ("Mission: Possible") for backup as they only had man-portable systems, the density of all Foundation-supplied weapons to the MTF immediately decreased despite their mass and floated into the atmosphere. The weapons have not been recovered. mission hitton Foundation databases reported a 96% increase of successful MTF deployments following the introduction of the newly suggested word. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6692" by JackalRelated and JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6692. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6693 | keter | "This realm reeks of salted butter and petroleum." ITEM #: SCP-6693 OBJECT CLASS: Keter SECONDARY CLASS: Contained (rev. 14b) SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6693's current containment terms are to be upheld without question. Psychological conditioning and counsel may be offered to personnel during times of significant distress or ennui. LOI-6693 is to be hidden behind a row of dense artificial topiary and monitored in perpetuity. Any activity should be reported to the assigned diplomatic liaison for THEOLOGICAL PLANAR FIELD 77-34. In the event SCP-6693 necessitates new terms, efforts should be focused on reestablishing contractual obligations in a way that maintains previous rapport and containment efficacy at all costs. Current revised containment terms are summarized as such: […] "𐡃𐡌𐡏𐡍 𐡌𐡔𐡃𐡌𐡏𐡍𐡀𐡔" (Hereby referred to as THE PROVIDER) does thus invite "The SCP Foundation" (Hereby referred to as THE SIGNATOR) into a formal agreement via this binding contract. THE SIGNATOR is to provide one (1) cc of pure sanguis as an offering, to be drawn at the time of execution. THE PROVIDER agrees to the following terms: During the time in which this binding agreement persists and is applicable, THE PROVIDER will submit for voluntary containment by THE SIGNATOR, and will be unable to leave containment for the duration of this contract. In exchange, THE SIGNATOR agrees to the following terms: During the time in which this binding agreement persists and is applicable, employees of THE SIGNATOR devoted to THE PROVIDER's containment and caregiving are to provide reasonable lifestyle accommodations (as discussed in Section 18-C) and shall enact PROCEDURE 66-TARTARUS at the behest of THE PROVIDER. Cessation or violation of either party's duties under the terms above will be considered default and thus render the agreement null and void, at that time control over any collateral property will be released to joint arbitration for final judgement. In lieu of the above, THE PROVIDER will assess the full extent of THE SIGNATOR'S malfeasance, and appropriate punishment will be delivered thusly. These terms can then be renegotiated, upon request, following the completion of a full lunar cycle from last execution. […] The full content of this contract is designated 6693-14b, further details of which can be requested from the Site-88 Legal Department, with permission from SCP-6693's current project lead. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6693 is the designation for an instance of a Faustian-class paranatural entity of theological origin, known to locate itself in close vicinity to outdoor convergent pathways, appearing between the hours of one through four in the morning and typically in low-light conditions.1 Recovered forensic evidence of SCP-6693's species, taken c. 1943. ✖ The entity is a mild iconoclastic hazard, as expected. Individuals that have not been able to establish relative belief (or lack thereof) in any of the impacted faiths will be unable to perceive these creatures, who cannot perceive said individuals in return.2 Those passing by or waiting along applicable junctions possessing these specific conditions can encounter entities of similar composition and function. SCP-6693, however, has been voluntarily contained as per its wishes. SCP-6693 possesses notable physiological deviations from other observed cases, such as a lack of pronounced musculature, atrophied wings, infraorbital darkening, scoliosis, and myopia, accompanied by bouts of depression and mood swings. Greek apotropaic ward sometimes discovered along affected crossroads. ✖ Typically, Faustian-class paranatural entities of this type engage in predatory manipulation by seeking out vulnerable humans and encouraging them to partake in stilted, high-risk dealings or curated gambits. Upon selecting a target, these creatures will employ a number of tactics to exploit victims' various personal weaknesses and subsequently coerce them into bureaucratohazardous agreements, at great cost to the signee. SCP-6693 represents the first Foundation-recorded instance in a trend of similar entities with distinct ideology, and as such has agreed to provide insight into the current socioeconomic climate of THEOLOGICAL PLANAR FIELD 77-34 during the length of its contractual obligations with the Foundation. Thus, SCP-6693 has become an invaluable asset to Foundation research of certain Gehenna-class afterlives and their inhabitants, details of which have previously proven quite difficult to ascertain. ADDENDUM: Selected Interview Logs Interviewing Party: Agent Yolanda Thomas, Asst. Dir. of Containment, Site-88 Interviewee: SCP-6693 Foreword: This is the transcript of SCP-6693's initial intake interview, which took place in Site-88's main office. The entity, having arrived without warning in the central staff parking lot via a rideshare service, agreed to be placed within an Alsatian thaumaturgic circle in order to speak with containment staff. <BEGIN LOG> THOMAS: Sorry to keep you waiting. My name is Yolanda, I'm the Assistant Director of Containment Operations at Site-88. Welcome to our humble facility. SCP-6693: Humble it may be, but a shining beacon on a hill will always betray the darkness for the light of home. THOMAS: Right. Well, I have to say, when reception told me someone just dropped off a demon, I was not expecting literal fire-and-brimstone. You're not here to drag me downstairs just yet, I hope. SCP-6693: <Scoffs.> Fire-and-brimstone? Your close-mindedness is unbecoming. Also, that's a stereotype. These hands have never touched an implement of torture. Leave that to the poker-pushers. I prefer the feel of nice vellum and the burn of a strong rye, you know? THOMAS: Sure. So, what brings you in today? You must understand this is an… atypical occurrence. <Pauses.> And we're all quite busy. SCP-6693: Please. You think I want to do this any more than I have to? This realm reeks of salted butter and petroleum, and I just took a twenty-seven hour Uber to get here. I'm tired and nauseous. Even all that considered, my services are above you lot. Can't sell what you don't have. THOMAS: Are you insinuating I don't have a soul? What, by virtue of my employment choices—? SCP-6693: I was talking about value. I don't need to do an appraisal of something I know is worthless. But— THOMAS: My soul is worthless? SCP-6693: Yes. I just said that. I don't like repeating myself, we're wasting time! I'm running out of options while Hell is literally on fire as we speak! THOMAS: Okay, alright. Calm down. You're going to need to give me more context. I thought Hell had plenty of fire on a good day, up until now. SCP-6693: <Wipes brow.> You're right—apologies. <Takes a breath.> I'm usually more professional and… put together than this, but the past few months have been challenging. I stopped wearing a three-piece entirely back in June. Couldn't afford the dry-cleaning costs. THOMAS: And… how can we help, exactly? SCP-6693: Well… <Looking around.> It's a nice place you've got here. This chair is pretty luxurious. I hear all sorts of good things about the quality of Foundation infrastructure. Worlds better than that facility in Yuma— THOMAS: Er- SCP-6693: Arizona. THOMAS: Right. Uh- SCP-6693: Look, I'll be honest with you. Things aren't pretty on the other side right now. Haven't been for a while. Still, no sane being would choose Arizona when we have ferries and the Lampeter as options. That's the thing, though. Desperation. I'm not exactly here on a temporary visa, if you know what I mean. THOMAS: Sorry, I'm not following. Are you saying Hell is in Mexico? SCP-6693: <Pauses.> What? Hell is in Hell. You should know that Mexico is a completely separate location. Sheesh. Anyway. My flatmate and I couldn't make rent. He decided to move back in with his parents. I've tried the same before and it's like 'I'm living in Hell, but that's living in Hell.', right? Ah, besides, they got out before things went really bad. I didn't have much of a choice. Still, I think this place will do just fine. I am a creature of compromise, and I bet you guys have working plumbing and everything. THOMAS: You must be confused. This is a containment facility. With two active onsite nuclear reactors. Not the Marriott. It's more like a jail with complimentary tumors. SCP-6693: No, I know. And I know how this sounds, but hear me out—I'm offering to make you a deal. It's quite the bargain, too. THOMAS: Why? How? You can't be permanently contained. If my understanding is correct, our wards are only as effective as people believe they are, which is not as much as I'd like. Even the circle would break down if you fought against it, over time. These methods are not the chains they used to be. SCP-6693: True. But I'm not fighting your chains, I'm asking for them. Willing to sign for them, even. There's no place for someone like me over there, not without the value of souls. One of the many consequences of your organization's existence is the death of faith, as you may be aware. Thus, I do believe we could mutually benefit from this situation. THOMAS: Hold on, are you saying what I think you're saying? Foundation intervention has led to an influx of souls in Hell, which has caused them to lose their value via overpopulation? <SCP-6693 laughs for several seconds.> SCP-6693: Oh, you're not joking, of course you aren't. That's on me. No. SCP-6693: No, Hell is a ghost town compared to its heyday. Everyone jumped ship for greener pastures, once they learned such things exist. Psychopomps began running folk both ways, doing double the work to meet the demand. Slowed down the whole system, of course. Then, the Lampeter connection appeared downtown and made all of that obsolete. Ferrymen went from overworked to out of work overnight. The ones that remained had to upsell their services, and the damned only ever get one coin when they die, so you can imagine how well that played out. <The office door opens, and an intern enters with a tray of various beverages. Agent Thomas waves him away, however, SCP-6693 motions him back and accepts a sparkling water, which is received with some effort, given the protective circle around the entity. It twists off the cap as the intern leaves, taking a drink, liquid steaming as it makes contact with SCP-6693's forked tongue.> SCP-6693: <Sighing.> So, I'm thinking to myself, I have to get out of dodge, too, right? My business is one of soul commerce, after all, and I'm not going back into retail. My funds started drying up, so I decide to take the shiny new Lampeter Express to a shiny new afterlife with, like, universal basic income and running water or whatever. Yet, as soon as I go to execute my plan, the big-wigs in charge instate an interdimensional travel ban. Too many of us leaving, they said. Claimed they got the soul issue worked out, just needed a little time to get the system up and running. Bollocks. THOMAS: I take it their solution didn't pan out? <SCP-6693 chuckles dryly, retrieving an unknown device and manipulating it for a few seconds. The entity then passes it to Agent Thomas, who furrows her brow. She returns the small object after studying it for a moment.> THOMAS: Is that—? SCP-6693: It's a cold wallet. You guys have cryptocurrency here, right? That was us, sorry. Well, we didn't gift you the technology, but we should've known you'd 'adopt' it, anyway. This is more like… xenocryptocurrency, to you. Artificial Pneuma, stored via hash strings on the blockchain. <Snorts.> Counterfeit souls—Wait, I just remembered, don't you guys call them thetans, nowadays? THOMAS: No, we expressly do not. SCP-6693: Huh. Must've been some other scientists I was thinking of, maybe? THOMAS: Still incorrect. Just use literally anything else. SCP-6693: Well, they called it PneumaCoin, can't be much better. It takes the truly airheaded to manufacture that which fills a nonexistent vessel. Not long before Hell was approaching end-stage Capitalism, and, even worse, we were catching up to you guys faster than ever. Insult to injury, but I digress. THOMAS: So, how did you end up in Arizona? SCP-6693: Ah. Right. So, there's a portal between Arizona and Hell under a portion of the US-Mexico border wall, don't ask me why. It leads from a tar pit to a patch of non-arable land along the edge of Yuma. If you don't pay attention, you could almost miss it—except for that smell. Butter and petrol. Unmistakable. It was an open secret where I lived, but no one in their right mind would leave the safety of Hell for the gun violence center of the multiverse. THOMAS: I'm sure that's an exaggeration. SCP-6693: You'd be surprised, as was I when I learned that the nearest Foundation site I could approach was halfway across the damn country. THOMAS: Why would we be your closest option? SCP-6693: You have a public-facing front company with an address that shows up on a GPS, rather rare for you guys, plus there's state-of-the-art humanoid containment specialization, minimal defenses, and, of course, not a single blessing along the perimeter since it first opened. Site-88 is perfect. It even has an on-campus crossroads, should I need one. Unfortunately, the travel ban included crossroads networks, necessitating my extensive pilgrimage from Arizona. THOMAS: Interesting. You seem well-informed, you know. SCP-6693: Information flows easily when you can offer things people sell their souls for. Some would understandably skirt policy to skirt death when learning Hell exists. Far be it from me to correct them on their notion that the outcome of death is a binary one or that Hell wouldn't at least be a step up for them. THOMAS: If this is a step down, why not flee the country yourself? I know South America is lovely this time of year. SCP-6693: I made the mistake of trying to get out once in, believe me. Your country has a… strangely archaic policy for asylum-seekers. <Agent Thomas' phone buzzes on the table briefly. She flips it over and studies the screen.> THOMAS: <Clears throat.> Okay. I think I get the picture, for the most part. I have more questions, but they will have to wait. I will say, this is highly unusual. However, I see no reason to believe we can't accommodate you, as long as you don't pull anything funny. SCP-6693: <Claps hands together joyfully.> Excellent news. You have no idea how much that eases my mind. I will get out of your hair and grab my things. Expect me back this evening so we can hammer out the fine print. There's that sidewalk junction between the reactors out back, the crossroads. Meet me there at three hours past midnight. Bring these items. Come alone. <SCP-6693 retrieves a small parchment from under the table, sliding it across to Agent Thomas.> THOMAS: Al-Alright. I will see you then. SCP-6693: I'm looking forward to working with you. I think you will find I'm very reasonable. <SCP-6693 promptly stands, pouring the remainder of its beverage onto the floor, breaking the protective circle and stepping out of the incomplete perimeter. The entity proceeds to leave the office and walk off campus in a brisk stride.> <END LOG> NOTE: Following this interview, an investigation conducted into the US-Mexico border wall in Yuma, Arizona revealed a segment comprised of unknown alloys that, when crawled underneath on one's stomach, provided direct passage to THEOLOGICAL PLANAR FIELD 77-34. The Yuma-based end of the passage (now designated LOI-6693) has been obfuscated from the public to prevent unwanted entry. At this time, no entities have been observed emerging from the threshold. Research into the origin of the materials suggests they were purchased at an extremely low cost from a known front company of Marshall, Carter & Dark, Ltd., though the exact reasoning behind their involvement in this transaction is unknown. Some speculation exists that the Administration of Donald J. Trump was approached by Marshall Carter & Dark, Ltd. at the request of Hr'asm'Kal, Lord of Menace, Holder of the Third Staff of Lies, Managing Director of the company's NYC branch, and avid supporter of the wall's construction at the time. Interviewing Party: Agent Yolanda Thomas, Asst. Dir. of Containment, Site-88 Interviewee: SCP-6693 Foreword: This is the transcript of SCP-6693's second intake interview, after which containment terms are first established. Interview conducted in the outdoor connecting pathways of Site-88 and surrounding yards. Security personnel equipped with various anti-chthonian sacrament are ordered to remain inside the facility on standby. <BEGIN LOG> <Agent Thomas is seen entering CCTV view on the left side of the frame, taking a sidewalk that merges with another at a junction between Site-88's nuclear reactors. The sky is dark, with light from the moon on the far side of the structures casting further shadow on the walkway. Thomas kneels beside the path along the crossroads. Her actions are not visible from this angle. A moment later, she stands and checks her watch.> SCP-6693: Somewhere to be? <The woman jumps in surprise as a figure emerges from shadow, confirmed as SCP-6693. The entity holds another, larger roll of parchment and a dark, oblong box with hinges and a clasp, approaching slowly.> THOMAS: Fucking Hell. Not cool. <SCP-6693 smiles slightly and walks towards the location Thomas kneeled at prior, the woman backing up in response.> SCP-6693: Relax. Why would I sabotage a chance at free room and board? In this economy? If I only wanted dinner and a show, I'd go to Medieval Times. The one in Lyndhurst just unionized, I hear. Good for them, though fifteen hundred years is a bit slow for that level of progress, don't you think? THOMAS: You do know that's a family-oriented theatrical reenactment and dining experience that opened like forty years ago, right? It doesn't represent the level of societal or technological progress shared by the rest of the country. SCP-6693: I know. It's kind of sad, if you think about it. Should we get this show on the road? Or should we wait for the jousting to commence? Grab a flagon of Pepsi and a grilled cheese? THOMAS: Okay, now I know you're just being a dick. Also, they don't serve grilled cheese. SCP-6693: Why have tomato bisque but no grilled cheese? Your species confounds me. THOMAS: They didn't have grilled cheese in 500 AD. SCP-6693: They didn't have Pepsi, either. Anyway, did you bring me what I asked for? THOMAS: Yes, though I am rather disconcerted by your request. Do I want to know what you plan to do with the bones of a snake and a handful of ashes from an urn of one of my ancestors? <SCP-6693 retrieves a small pouch buried under the soil adjacent to the crossroads and loosens the drawstring, inspecting its contents.> SCP-6693: Oh, nothing, honestly. I just wanted to make sure you were serious. I did tell you crossroads travel was not possible, didn't I? You can have these back, by the way. <Entity removes the bones from the bag and offers them to Agent Thomas.> THOMAS: <Pauses.> They're yours. The snake doesn't need them anymore, trust me. SCP-6693: Suit yourself. Now, to business. THOMAS: Finally. Happy to say there's a windowless room with a few locks on the outside prepared just for you. Come, I'll show you. And no, we did not modify your fire sprinklers specifically so that they spray holy water in all directions at the press of a button. SCP-6693: Oh, come now, don't be like that. I'm just messing with you. Besides, first, there's the matter of the contract. <SCP-6693 unrolls the parchment and presents it to Agent Thomas, the box clicking open to reveal a quill nestled on bright red fabric.> SCP-6693: You can run it by your legal team if you so desire… though it will draw this process out longer still, and, as you can see, the terms are very straightforward. THOMAS: <Reading.> I mean, you're right, this is a pretty to-the-point contract—hold on, what is this? SCP-6693: I feel like I'm being very clear. You want me contained, I want a comfortable, enjoyable, safe life in containment. I'm sure our goals can be achieved simultaneously. THOMAS: I'll have to… uh… <Trails off.> SCP-6693: Hm? THOMAS: I think it would be best if we did get the legal department to look this over. Just… for our protection. SCP-6693: Protection can be arranged. <END LOG> NOTE: After consulting the Site-88 Legal Department, the terms of SCP-6693's contract were deemed sufficiently fair and the entity's containment sufficiently necessary to approve. SCP-6693 was moved to a secure humanoid containment chamber fitted with basic amenities. A team of ten personnel total are considered legally "responsible" for the entity's care and containment, and thus are required to enact PROCEDURE 66-TARTARUS at SCP-6693's behest. Interviewing Party: Dr. Christina Morse, Asst. Dir. of Research, Site-88 Jr. Researcher R. Sekelsky, Research and Development, Site-88 Interviewee: SCP-6693 Foreword: Routine intake interview of SCP-6693. Conducted within Provisional Site-6693, a proprietary containment area built specifically for the entity following contract revision 6693-10c. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Morse: So, how are you enjoying the new arrangements, SCP-6693? SCP-6693: Really stellar work, guys. I know the dimmer switches were a pain to install, should've warned you about the ballasts not being compatible, but you figured it out and here we are! Dr. Morse: Indeed. I'm glad they are to your liking. And the cool white is not too blue for the space? There was some worry it could cause eyestrain. SCP-6693: Don't worry about it, it's fine for now. Although, a soft white is definitely more my speed. <Researcher Sekelsky is seen taking notes on a small pad of lined paper.> Dr. Morse: Soft white. We'll keep that in mind. SCP-6693: Thanks. You guys are the best. Dr. Morse: Much appreciated. We want to ensure our mutually-beneficial relationship stays mutually-beneficial, of course. In fact, we were hoping it might be a good time to request something of you, if you would be so amenable. SCP-6693: Oh? Dr. Morse: Yes. <Pauses.> I'm aware we just wrapped up proceedings for revision 10e, so I don't expect this request to be implemented any time soon. However, we were wondering if, well… Sekelsky: —Can we have, like, padded headgear or something? Anything? <Silence.> SCP-6693: And why would that be necessary? Sekelsky: Wh— <Dr. Morse is seen elbowing Sekelsky in the ribs.> Dr. Morse: Don't worry about it. We'll revisit this topic later, I suppose. SCP-6693: Good answer! Now, do the thing! Do it! <Dr. Morse and Sekelsky hesitate, look into each others' eyes, then proceed to perform PROCEDURE 66-TARTARUS.> SCP-6693: <Laughs heartily.> Yeah! Again, again! <Dr. Morse and Sekelsky perform PROCEDURE 66-TARTARUS. Sekelsky is bleeding, but the wound responsible cannot be determined due to a plethora of other various contusions on his face. He lists slightly in his seat.> SCP-6693: Alright, one more! For the road! Sekelsky: Please— SCP-6693: One more for the road, you worthless pile of meat. <Dr. Morse and Sekelsky perform PROCEDURE 66-TARTARUS. Sekelsky falls out of his chair and does not get back up.> SCP-6693: Oh, shit. Maybe I should think about that headgear request. Impressive right hook though, Morse. <Dr. Morse does not respond, her face also covered with injuries in differing stages of healing. Her split lip trembles momentarily, bloodied nose emitting a small sniffle.> SCP-6693: <Sighs.> Okay, we're done here. Wait—I almost forgot. Fridge is nearly empty, make sure you get on that, soon. Fill it with eggs; I've been hiding them for the cleaning crew to find. Great way to pass the time. I even got one into Sekelsky's back pocket earlier. Doesn't seem like he noticed. Anyhoo, off you go. <Morse stares wordlessly. She then stands and steps cautiously over the body on the floor, exiting the room shortly thereafter.> <END LOG> NOTE: Jr. Researcher Sekelsky was recovered and transported to Site-88's medical bay 4, where he was treated for a concussion and an intraocular lens dislocation of the left eye. SCP-6693 found Sekelsky's latter injury mildly distressing and subsequently approved the addition of a clause in revision 6693-10f, allowing use of protective eyewear for all ten members of its care team. Footnotes 1. Known colloquially as a "crossroads demon". 2. As with all theological anomalies, belief influences the extent of their power, which is typically asymptotic; complete absence of belief in possibility requires lack of conceptualization to occur. END OF FILE ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6693" by Billith, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6693. 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-6694 | keter | Item #: SCP-6694 The dense nebular reefs of Eta Carinae host the largest known concentration of SCP-6694, with over 150 pods identified as of 2025. Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation Anomalous Space Telescope (FAST) is presently monitoring the activities of all known SCP-6694. As SCP-6694 are currently undetectable through non-anomalous means, no further containment procedures are required at this time. (UPDATE: See Addendum) Description: SCP-6694 is a species of colossal spacefaring organisms, which have been identified in over 7,500 star systems within 12.5 kly of Earth. First discovered by the Foundation Anomalous Space Telescope (FAST)1, mature instances of SCP-6694 vary between 35 and 50 km in length, making them the largest known components of the Orion-Perseus Ecological Supersystem (OPES)2. Due to their distance from Earth, much of SCP-6694's biology and biochemistry remains speculative. SCP-6694 are migratory, and capable of self-propulsion through unknown means, travelling at recorded speeds of up to 0.12 c. While isolated specimens have been observed, instances typically travel in pods consisting of fifteen to thirty members, and are capable of long-distance communication through the emission of electromagnetic radiation. SCP-6694 are omnivorous, subsisting primarily on astroplankton and magnetomites, as well as natural stellar gigaflora such as heliocoral and Dyson trees. SCP-6694 are capable of sexual reproduction and have been observed to practice a complex mating ritual, which may take up to one terrestrial year to complete. After an indeterminate gestational period, female SCP-6694 will produce and expel an egg measuring up to 1.5 km in diameter. These are typically deposited within a distance of 0.5 to 3 AU of the nearest star, depending on surface temperature. While over 2,000 SCP-6694 eggs have been identified, fewer than 50 have been observed to hatch. In all cases, these eggs were deposited prior to FAST's development, suggesting that SCP-6694 eggs require an incubation period spanning no less than two decades. Currently, the nearest known SCP-6694 pod is located in the Epsilon Cygni planetary system, 72 ly away. Comparatively few SCP-6694 have been observed within 300 ly of Earth; this is presumably due to the Local Bubble's relatively low abundance of vacuum-based organisms3. However, paleofecal samples discovered in the outer solar system4 suggest that SCP-6694 may have been active in Earth's vicinity no later than 35 million years before present. Addendum: On June 9, 2023, FAST detected a solitary instance of SCP-6694 (designated SCP-6694-CETUS) located in the inner Oort Cloud, approximately 0.8 lightyears from Earth. Despite its proximity, SCP-6694-CETUS had previously evaded Foundation detection due to the lack of a nearby light source. This specimen is currently travelling at a speed of 0.1 c, and subsequent observation has confirmed that its prominent dorsal crest is on display, indicating a heightened state of sexual arousal. It is believed that SCP-6694-CETUS may have intercepted radio emissions originating from Earth, and misinterpreted them as mating signals produced by members of its species. Should SCP-6694-CETUS maintain its current speed and trajectory, it will collide with Earth on 14 February, 2034, resulting an XK-class End of the World Scenario. As current orbital weapons platforms are insufficient in preventing a collision, the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition have agreed to divert all non-essential funding towards PROJECT AHAB. This joint initiative calls for the construction of an automated spacecraft carrying one 50 megaton atomic warhead, which is currently scheduled for launch in December of 2028. PROJECT AHAB aims to intercept and neutralize SCP-6694-CETUS prior to its approach at a distance of no less than 50 million km from Earth. Due to the scarcity of information regarding SCP-6694's physiology, it is uncertain whether or not SCP-6694-CETUS is capable of surviving such an assault, although the detonation is expected to at least render it immobile. Despite the galaxy's confirmed prevalence of both planetary and vacuum-based life forms, FAST has discovered no evidence of actively broadcasting extraterrestrial civilizations; the Foundation's Department of Exobiology has hypothesized that SCP-6694 sexual activity may account for this absence. Footnotes 1. Launched in 1999, FAST utilizes techniques derived from study of SCP-2154 and SCP-████, allowing for detailed observation of distant stars in real time. 2. The Living Universe: An SCP Foundation Journal (pub. 2009, rev. 2018) 3. Hypothesized to have resulted from a supernova, believed to have taken place between ten and twenty million years ago. 4. The largest of which, measuring approximately 200 meters in diameter, is presently situated in low orbit around Uranus. More from this author... |
SCP-6695 | esoteric-class | Nyelo SCP-6695 — In The Sky With Diamonds Written by Nyelo Very cool individuals: Special thanks to FluffyDog00, CrystalMonarch, basirskipreader and Esoterica does not match any existing user name for taking a look at this and making sure it's not terrible. Item#: SCP-6695 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo A conceptual model of SCP-6695. Special Containment Procedures: The Interstellar Anomaly Unit (IAU) is in charge of every operation regarding SCP-6695. Description: SCP-6695 is a spherical megastructure, often referred to as "The Aeris Outpost" by its inhabitants, that encompasses BPM-370931. It is not visible through conventional means, including direct observation via telescope or other non-anomalous equipment. SCP-6695 is composed of several orbiting panels that collectively have a total area of 50 000 000 square kilometers. SCP-6695 is inhabited by an alien civilization focused on both religious and economic interests. Most members of this civilization identify themselves as followers of the Ortothan Religion. SCP-6695-A, also known as "Tomorrow Diamonds", refers to a manufactured product built from the resources of BPM-37093. SCP-6695-A instances are being sold across civilizations in the Milky Way by an extraterrestrial business known as PARAGON.co. This company is comprised of several Ortothan merchants devoted to a deity known as Yorun-leusan. SCP-6695-A instances are charged with high amounts of nuclear energy without any successful estimated measures. Addendum 6695.1: On 1994/05/03 at 15:23, the IAU received an anomalous radio signal originating from a distance of 50 light-years, within the Centaurus Constellation. No delay was perceived despite the distance. ATTACHMENT ⁝ TRANSCRIPT OF INTERVIEW ATTACHMENT ⁝ TRANSCRIPT OF INTERVIEW INTERVIEWER(S): Dr. Edna Kowal Dr. Otto Warner SUBJECT(S): PARAGON.co representative <BEGIN LOG> <Dr. Warner is at his office, performing his regular assignments. His radio is tuned to a music radio station when the signal is intercepted and replaced.> PARAGON.co: This is PARAGON.co, do you read me? <Dr. Warner ignores it, mistaking it for a song gimmick.> PARAGON.co: This is PARAGON.co speaking to the Interstellar Anomaly Unit of the SCP Foundation, do you copy? <Dr. Warner grabs his microphone and adjusts the frequency to match the radio.> Dr. Warner: Yes, I can hear you. PARAGON.co: Excellent. We request to discuss business with you. Dr. Warner: Hold on, slow down. Who am I speaking with, exactly? PARAGON.co: My apologies. I am the representative of PARAGON.co, a business that aims to help Yorun-leusan defeat the Voruteut once and for all. We sell our products to every corner of the galaxy. Dr. Warner: Um, right. Can you hold on for a minute? PARAGON.co: Of course. <Dr. Warner covers the microphone with his hand.> Dr. Warner: Edna! I need help here! <Dr. Kowal enters the office in a hurry.> Dr. Kowal: Otto? What’s wrong? Dr. Warner: We have… um… a visitor. PARAGON.co: Ah, Edna Kowal. I’ve heard about you. Dr. Kowal: Who is this? How do you know me? PARAGON.co: Let’s just say we have been keeping an eye on you and the Foundation. Are you perhaps familiar with Ortothans, miss? Dr. Kowal: That’s doctor to you. I have met some believers but I know little about the religion itself. PARAGON.co: I’ll give you two an abridged version, for the sake of business. We, Ortothans share admiration for the Koru-teusa who defend us against the terrors of the Voruteut. We sacrifice our blood to keep Yorun-leusan and Rakmou-leusan alive and healthy. Dr. Warner: (mumbling) What the hell? Dr. Kowal: You sacrifice your blood? PARAGON.co: The Koru-teusa have ascended to godhood but they’re still mortal like us. They need blood to survive, we provide it to them. Dr. Warner: If this is true, why are you contacting us? PARAGON.co: We simply wish to discuss business, of course. We seek knowledge that you possess and we offer our product in exchange for it. Dr. Kowal: Can you be more precise? PARAGON.co: Absolutely. I have prepared a document with all the information you need. Presented in terrestrial fashion, of course. Expect it in the next few days. <Communication with PARAGON.co ends abruptly.> Dr. Warner: Terrestrial? <There is no answer.> Dr. Warner: Hello? Dr. Kowal: I think the connection has been lost. Dr. Warner: Damn it. What’s up with that guy? <Dr. Kowal shrugs.> Dr. Kowal: We should locate where this signal came from. Dr. Warner: What about protocol? Dr. Kowal: Otto. You of all people should not give a shit about protocol. Dr. Warner: I’m sorry. Dr. Kowal: Don’t apologize. We are still the directors of this department, we decide how we do things. Dr. Warner: Yeah, I know… <END LOG> Addendum 6695.2: Three days after, the following document is received and printed through Dr. Warner's fax machine. Are you tired of living a hollow, meaningless life? Do you dread waiting for the day a Voruteut will consume you? Do you ever wonder if you could do something for the universe? Well, wonder no more. Just say the word and we can make that dream a reality. Just by sharing the knowledge you possess on the approaching terrors that are soon to cause our demise, we'll give you an incredible total of TEN THOUSAND TONS worth of Tomorrow Diamonds every time your planet completes a revolution around Sol. What are you waiting for? The clock is ticking, call now before the opportunity vanishes for good, just like all of us. TOMORROW DIAMONDS In The Sky With Diamonds. A product brought to you by PARAGON.co. Your knowledge on the Voruteut will be used for the betterment of PARAGON.co and the glory and health of The Koru-teusa. The IAU directors decided to establish communication with PARAGON.co to further understand and potentially contain this anomaly. On 1994/05/07, a transmission is re-established using the same frequency PARAGON.co had hijacked. ATTACHMENT ⁝ TRANSCRIPT OF INTERVIEW ATTACHMENT ⁝ TRANSCRIPT OF INTERVIEW INTERVIEWER(S): Dr. Edna Kowal Dr. Otto Warner SUBJECT(S): PARAGON.co representative <BEGIN LOG> PARAGON.co: We've been expecting you. Dr. Kowal: We have considered your offer. PARAGON.co: Oh? So you're interested in our exclusive Tomorrow Diamonds? Dr. Warner: Well, we'd like to ask some questions first. <Line remains quiet for a second.> PARAGON.co: Go ahead. Dr. Kowal: We don't quite yet understand what these Tomorrow Diamonds are. PARAGON.co: Tomorrow Diamonds are the most valuable resource available in the entire galaxy. They're imbued with great amounts of energy which can be applied to many uses. For example, it is used to power the entirety of the Aeris Outpost, our center of operations. Dr. Kowal: Why should we be interested in them? PARAGON.co: Glad that you asked. Tomorrow Diamonds are also utilized to fuel rockets and spaceships, if used right they can reach FTL2 speeds. <Dr. Kowal turns at Dr. Warner who has a wide grin on his face.> Dr. Kowal: Alright then, you asked for us to give us your knowledge on a thing. A Voruteut? PARAGON.co: I believe you are familiar with it, one of your kind was able to change its course. Dr. Warner: Are they talking about- Dr. Kowal: What is it like? PARAGON.co: It hides in plain sight, takes unconventional appearances and consumes light and life. Dr. Warner: That's definitely SCP-6240. <Dr. Kowal shushes Dr. Warner.> PARAGON.co: It has been a trouble for us and currently, it's threatening our outpost. We've been able to hide for a while but it's bound to eventually find us. Dr. Kowal: Please give us a second. <Dr. Kowal mutes the microphone.> Dr. Kowal: We can't just give them what we have on 6240. Dr. Warner: Consider this, Edna. We could build devices that surpass our current technology. Dr. Kowal: I don't trust them, there's something off about them. Dr. Warner: Don't we kind of owe it to them? We were the ones who redirected the thing towards them. Dr. Kowal: They seem to be doing well on their own. <Dr. Warner looks at the ground for a few seconds then back up at Dr. Kowal.> Dr. Warner: Well… As a co-director of the IAU, I think we should do it. <Dr. Kowal sighs.> Dr. Kowal: Fine. But let's test the waters first. <Dr. Kowal turns on the microphone again.> Dr. Kowal: Could we have a sample first, before agreeing to anything. PARAGON.co: Of course, of course. Very smart of you. We are proud of our product and its quality. Expect its arrival soon. <Connection is terminated.> Dr. Warner: Thank you, Edna. <END LOG> Approximately 36 hours following the previous interview, an unidentified object entered Earth's atmosphere and landed on the entrance to the IAU's offices. The object was suspected to be the equivalent of a cargo vehicle in the form of a spacecraft. It left a 0.6 cubic meter box composed of an unknown type of wood before leaving our planet. Each side of the box had "PARAGON.co" written over it. Inside the box, there was an SCP-6695-A instance with a weight of 10 kilograms. Analysis of the SCP-6695-A instance confirmed the presence of high amounts of nuclear energy with it. A photomicrograph of SCP-6695-A. Once the analysis was finished, PARAGON.co's offer was forwarded to the O5-Command. Is PARAGON.co's offer to be accepted? Council vote summary: YEA ABSTAIN NAY O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 Status: APPROVED SCP-6240's classified document was forwarded to PARAGON.co. Their side of the contract was followed and the SCP-6695-A instances were received accordingly. Dr. Warner commenced research on SCP-6695-A. Addendum 6695.3: Starting on 1998/05/1, PARAGON.co contacted the IAU for more information on SCP-6240. No new information on the anomaly was able to be given to PARAGON.co on any attempt. The following document was received through fax on 2000/07/02. I'm sorry to inform you that the next batch of Tomorrow Diamonds will not be arriving on time. Currently, we're under an emergency as our guardian, Yorun-leusan, is currently in combat against a huge Voruteut invasion. We are deeply sorry to not be able to deliver on time and we will resume our production as soon as possible, thank you. TOMORROW DIAMONDS In The Sky With Diamonds. A product brought to you by PARAGON.co. Your knowledge on the Voruteut will be used for the betterment of PARAGON.co and the glory and health of The Koru-teusa. Dr. Warner completed the prototype of a drone named FLUV-1, powered by SCP-6695-A. This device transmits a live feed of what it's currently observing with minimum delay, regardless of its location. FLUV-1 is equipped with many camera lenses, designed to surpass SCP-6695's anomalous camouflage techniques. ATTACHMENT ⁝ TRANSCRIPT OF EXPLORATION LOG ATTACHMENT ⁝ TRANSCRIPT OF EXPLORATION LOG PERSONNEL PRESENT: Dr. Edna Kowal Dr. Otto Warner FOREWORD: The prototype device FLUV-1 was launched and set to locate SCP-6695. FLUV-1 reached its destination after 46 hours of traveling at FTL speeds. <BEGIN LOG> <Camera feed shows BPM-37093 without the presence of SCP-6695.> Dr. Kowal: Finally. Wait, where is it? Dr. Warner: Hold on. <Dr. Warner presses a button, which makes the camera change through different lenses. It stops at a lens where SCP-6695 is blurred but visible> Dr. Warner: It works! Dr. Kowal: It looks a bit… foggy. Dr. Warner: It's the best we've got for now. Dr. Kowal: Alright, then. What do we do now? <Dr. Warner looks at Dr. Kowal with a grin.> Dr. Warner: We explore, of course. <The device approaches and enters SCP-6695 through a docking bay. The structure is filled with buildings, however, no living entities are seen.> Dr. Kowal: Shouldn't it be filled with people? Where are they? Dr. Warner: No idea. <The drone advances through SCP-6695 as more buildings are visible. After several minutes, many alien entities are seen marching through the spacecraft. The entities are armed and wear a uniform.> Dr. Warner: They look like ants… or bees. Dr. Kowal: What are they doing? <Dr. Warner approaches his screen.> Dr. Warner: It looks like they're patrolling. Are they members of the police? Or the Military? Dr. Kowal: Well, PARAGON.co mentioned an invasion. They could be at war. Dr. Warner: Do you think they can see us? Dr. Kowal: Wait, look at that! <Dr. Kowal points at the corner of the screen. The drone's camera angle is readjusted to focus on that spot. Some of the alien entities are exchanging SCP-6695-A instances for diverse valuables, including what seems to be food.> Dr. Warner: Are they… trading diamonds? Dr. Kowal: They're making a profit. <One of the entities notices the drone and shoots in with a fire weapon. Connection with FLUV-1 is lost.> Dr. Warner: FLUV-1! No! Dr. Kowal: Shit, what do we do now? Dr. Warner: I don't know. <Dr. Kowal stares at the screen's static before turning it off.> Dr. Kowal: Maybe we should just wait until their war ends, getting involved seems to be a bad choice. Dr. Warner: Makes sense. <Dr. Kowal looks at Dr. Warner> Dr. Kowal: Wait, FLUV-1? Did you name the drone after Doug? <Dr. Warner nods.> Dr. Kowal: That's sweet. <Dr. Warner stands up and hugs Dr. Kowal.> Dr. Kowal: Um, Otto? Dr. Warner: You're a good friend. <Dr. Kowal smiles.> Dr. Kowal: You too. <END LOG> Seven months afterward, the following document was received through the IAU's fax machine. We apologize profusely for the delay. Yorun-leusan has succumbed to the Voruteut and we miss them greatly. However, Rakmou-leusan stood off the invasion and proclaimed themselves as the winner. PARAGON.co will resume its mission to support our last Koru-teusa. We have not forgotten our deal and appreciate what you've given us. Our product is ready to ship again and you may expect it to arrive in the following days. TOMORROW DIAMONDS In The Sky With Diamonds. A product brought to you by PARAGON.co. Your knowledge on the Voruteut will be used for the betterment of PARAGON.co and the glory and health of Rakmou-leusan. Footnotes 1. A variable white dwarf star composed primarily of crystallized carbon and oxygen. 2. Faster than light. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6695" by Nyelo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6695. 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: conceptual-model.png Name: Dyson rings.PNG Author: Arnero License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: tomorrow-diamonds.png Name: Micro-inclusions in CO2 diamond.jpg Author: Evgenii Barannik, Andrei Shiryaev License: CC BY 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-6696 | euclid | Vivarium Hey there! You should read some of the other stuff I made… or not! I'm not the boss of you, do whatever you want! More by Vivarium Item#: 6696 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Fig.1. The exterior of SCP-6696. Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-6696 is to be quarantined, and the media is to be informed the area is condemned due to asbestos and mold contamination. Instances of SCP-6696-A are to be lured into reinforced steel cages and transported to Site-576, then transferred into standard hostile humanoid containment cells located on site. Human teeth are to be utilized as bait, and containment specialists are instructed to wear protective head gear that covers the face while in the vicinity of SCP-6696-A instances. Description: SCP-6696 is the designation assigned to a Dental clinic located in Salesburg, Wyoming. On April 2nd, 2002, the building was affected by a sudden ontokinetic fluctuation that permanently altered the location, as well as the individuals who were occupying the building at the time. The event resulted in the transformation of 24 civilians into instances of SCP-6696-A. Investigations performed by MTF Sigma-12 ("Doctor Feelgoods") have shown the interior of SCP-6696 to be larger than the exterior would allow, and rooms within have become heavily distorted with walls following geometry that typically make entry impossible. Other notable changes include light fixtures shining at 700 to 1300 lumens, machinery being replaced with various forms of torture equipment, and human flesh and teeth decorating the walls. Humanoid entities designated as SCP-6696-A can be found inside SCP-6696, dressed in attire typically worn by doctors and nurses. The majority of the entities' body mass has been converted into dentin, enamel, and cementum. The entities also possess bone-like protrusions where the fingers would typically be, resembling dental instruments. When an individual is in the vicinity of an SCP-6696-A instance, the entity will forcibly restrain the subject, and perform an oral examination that typically leads to severe damage to the interior of the mouth and oral cavity. The entities will cease their assault once all teeth have been removed from the victim. During the initial investigation of the premises, MTF Sigma-12 ("Doctor Feelgoods") discovered a deceased child with abnormally high hume levels relative to the surrounding area. A poster depicting a personified tooth named "Dr. Toothy" was found inside the same room advising children to have their wisdom teeth removed. The poster was notably unaffected by the ontokinetic fluctuations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6696" by Vivarium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6696. 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: Teeeth.jpg Name: Birmingham Dental Hospital & School of Dentistry - Pebble Mill Road, Edgbaston Author: Elliott Brown License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/c2a6e9ac-d38b-4eea-b9ab-ff83484f4a18 |
SCP-6697 | safe | Item #: SCP-6697 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6697-1 is to be kept in a standard containment locker at Site-59. Following the 6/19/2021 ruling of the Ethics Committee, a moratorium has been placed on further viewing of SCP-6697-1. If additional instances of SCP-6697 are recovered, there will be a maximum of five viewings (beyond the non-anomalous series finale) of each new instance for archival recording purposes. Research is ongoing to determine the best course of action to improve the welfare of its inhabitant. As such, non-anomalous recordings of individual episodes are available upon request. Proposals for improvement may be submitted to Director Naismith. Description: SCP-6697 is the collective designation for the "Sho Must Gowon" series of videocassettes created by the TotleighSoft Corporation. Only one instance, SCP-6697-1, has been identified and contained, but promotional material from the SCP-2803 compound indicates that this cassette is a part of a larger series. SCP-6697-1, titled "SENIFOLD: Sesons one throw infinatee," is 23 minutes long. The first minute is a brief promotional segment from TotleighSoft, including a (frequently misspelled) title card for the episode; the remainder of the video is an episode of Seinfeld. The episode in question changes with every complete viewing of the cassette, extending past the series finale and into a hypothetical and presumably infinite season 10. The maximum amount of new episodes is not known. The following is a summary from the tape's cover: Ahhhhh, Senifold! The magnifisent shoo abuot no things, entrantsing americns all throgot the usah. Bot wen we comes to end of seson nien, we asc: wen seson Tenn? FOOOOOOO! WERE IS SESON TENN?? IT CANOT BE OVRE! OH, GREEF! Wait no langer, Sanifold consomer! Liek the zan gartings of boodist marks, TOTLEIGHSOFT is extend have NEVEREND ING VIDIO TECKNO LODGES of hart wrunching DOGM OVIE into the hahah relm of KOMEDI. Everi episod is someting nwe! See JARRY, ENLAY, GORG, and GRAMMAR go on furthar adventchores, ocasionaly sayin "YAW DAW" and oter stoupid wards… FO EVER! (Dicklaimser: Doo to many lots complants about MOST NOBEL AND BAUTIFUL TOTLEIGHSOFT MASTRY OF ENGLITH LAGWARGE [yu jurks], TOTLEIGHSOFT is beeng reseptiv of critismcs & such and havig used POWARFLE TOTLEIGHSOFT BECAUSE COMPUTERS ALGORETHEM to allo caractres of SENDIFORD to rite demsolves.) Log of SCP-6697-1 Episodes (truncated): Episode # Title Summary 10-1 "reconstrashkin" Upon their release from prison after the series finale, the cast attempt to rebuild their lives from the ground up, but they're short on cash. Newman wins 50 million dollars in the lottery; seeing his chance, Jerry attempts to bury the hatchet between them. This, predictably, fails. 10-3 "mon mon" After getting drunk in Vegas, Elaine wakes up to find out she had been married to an eccentric hippie known only as "Moon Man." Elaine is unable to divorce Moon Man due to an unspecified redeeming quality that Elaine can only describe by slightly moving her palm back and forth and making a guttural whining noise. Moon Man is portrayed by Philip Seymour Hoffman, and he becomes a recurring character until his death in Episode 10-174. 10-5 "grammer dogm ovie" Kramer inadvertently comes into possession of a large saltwater crocodile, which he proceeds to name Russell and tries to pass off as a dog. The "self-writing narrative" process repeats as normal until Episode 10-7, "jarrys new busnus", in which George Costanza begins to deviate from the narrative on his own. The exact point at which this deviation occurs is a scene in Monk's Cafe toward the midpoint of 10-7: Jerry: And then I told myself, "why not?" And look at me now! An entrepre-newer. …that is how you say it, by the way. I checked. (George says nothing. He sits and stares at his coffee pensively.) Jerry: You know, you can tell me if you're jealous. No one's gonna come in and arrest you for it— (George suddenly stands up. He places a five-dollar bill next to his coffee cup.) George: Tell 'em to keep the change. Jerry: What the— George: Jerry, I can't do this anymore. Goodbye. (George leaves.) (Jerry briefly displays confusion — but then carries on his conversation with the place where George once sat.) Jerry: I mean, some people just hate the free market! (Approximately 7 seconds of silence.) Jerry: Whoa… slow your roll there, Stalin. The episode continues as normal, save for the absence of George. None of the characters, save for Jerry, notice his absence; they continue to act as if he is there. For example: at one point, Kramer passes George a cup of coffee, and it shatters on the ground. Kramer later pantomimes drinking said coffee. Episode # Title Summary 10-8 "biebel stody" Kramer and Newman try to become born-again Christians. George appears in another Monk's Coffee scene with the other three main characters. He's agitated and confused, demanding to know how he got there in the first place. George's comments are ignored completely. He is absent from all subsequent scenes. 10-9 "il mon mon" Moon Man inadvertently lands a leading role in Verdi's Il Trovatore at the Met. George appears only briefly in a scene in Jerry's apartment. The scene consists of George looking around, yelling "The fuck?! I just wanna leave!", and running away. 10-10 "prints chorming" The original plot of this episode is unclear; the closest estimation is that Jerry and George try a new dating strategy in which they claim to be part of the extended royal family of Liechtenstein. The original plot of Episode 10-10 is significantly altered by the opening scene in Monk's Cafe. (As George sits at the booth, he holds his hands in the air as if holding a steering wheel.) Jerry: So, let's go over the plan again. I'll say that I'm— George: I was driving. Jerry: —Duke Reifhauser. …I dunno. Too Nazi? George: (Interrupting the laugh track) Jerry, I was driving. Just now. Why am I here? Jerry: So… are we gonna go over the— George: No, no we are not. I was on I-87 a few seconds ago. Audra was in the passenger seat. We were… God dammit. Where's Audra?! Jerry: Okay… uh… this is where you tell me who Audra is. George: My fiancee. Jerry: You're getting married? George: Yes. Jerry: And you didn't tell me? George: Yeah. I didn't. Because I want nothing to do with you anymore. (Jerry looks at him with exaggerated doubt.) George: Take me back. Now. Jerry: Okay, there's no way I can really Harold Pinter the subtext outta this, so… is this you telling me how bad the plan is by avoiding it, or— George: Shut your mouth and take me back to my car. Jerry: Okay, but— George: The random teleports to your apartment were one thing. But I was in a moving car! Audra could— (They're suddenly cut off by the bass riff of a scene transition.) Later in the episode, in what's supposed to be the "double date" scene at a fancy restaurant, George is not present in the booth with Jerry and their dates. Instead, he can be heard sobbing deeply into a payphone from the restroom corridor. Episode # Title Summary 10-11 "todal eclips" Elaine and Moon Man have a falling out over whether or not the coming solar eclipse will have supernatural ramifications. George only appears in a single scene in Jerry's apartment. George is wearing a tuxedo. He accuses Jerry of teleporting him out of Audra's funeral and physically assaults him. 10-22 "fesdivorce 2" A holiday special. George's father introduces the "gritty reboot" of Festivus known as Festivus 2. This episode marks the beginning of a 54-episode period in which George is present for all of his scenes, but refuses to speak. 10-76 "jeri the janiserri" Having decided that he doesn't want children, Jerry tries to get a low-cost vasectomy from a mob doctor. George speaks again in another Monk's Cafe scene, but only to say "Hey, Jerry… watch this." He proceeds to pour his hot coffee into the lap of a man in the next booth. The man does not react or even acknowledge his injury. Jerry demands that George never do this again. George smiles. In Episode 10-77, "operasion soop valkery," this exchange occurs: (George and Jerry are standing in a long line outside Soup Nazi's restaurant.) Jerry: I heard something about the ordering routine being changed up. George: Whenever I'm with you, nobody reacts to anything I do. Jerry: …I heard something about the ordering routine being— George: So, no one can hold me accountable. Jerry: (exasperated) Do what you're meant to do, and they'll react! I promise! George: And you still haven't explained that. Jerry: I physically cannot. Just… pretend nothing weird is going on, act like you used to. Like, get into Soup Mode. (As George looks away, Jerry glances worriedly to the sky and mouths "I'M SORRY, MR. GOCK, I DON'T KNOW WHY HE KEEPS DOING THIS!") (George pulls out a pistol from his jacket and cuts the line.) Jerry: No! George: Fuck it, makin' the most of it. (He enters the restaurant and goes behind the counter. Laughing wildly, he shoots Soup Nazi seven times at point-blank. Neither Soup Nazi nor the customers acknowledge this.) George: No pulse for you! (Soup Nazi lies dead. George messily devours a fistful of broccoli cheddar soup straight from the pot. The only sounds heard are an incorrectly-timed laugh track and Jerry's screams of horror.) Episodes 10-77 through 10-173 follow a similar pattern: an ordinary episode is interrupted by George going on a crime spree that only Jerry notices. Every recurring character that George murders inexplicably comes back to life in another episode; for example, Soup Nazi returns in 10-124, titled "soop is rizen." By the end of Episode 10-173, George has murdered every other named character but Jerry at least once. Episode 10-174, "THE KEYSTONE", ends prematurely in the following scene: (Jerry emerges from his bedroom. Kramer sits on the floor outside.) Jerry: What are you doing here? Kramer: I took up lockpicking. Jerry: I mean, on the floor. Kramer: Just thought I'd try it with your door. …I think I won. Jerry: Okay, but why are you on the— (George's hand suddenly emerges from the bedroom door. He pulls Jerry back in and slams it shut behind him. Kramer continues acting off of an invisible Jerry. The following conversation is heard muffled behind the bedroom door…) George: Why is Newman alive? Jerry: George, listen to me— George: I LIT HIM ON FIRE! We both saw him burn to ashes! Why is he alive?! Jerry: Why did you even have to kill him in the first place? George: It's the only source of serotonin I have left. Now, answer my question. Jerry: This isn't what Audra would have— (A gunshot. Jerry screams.) George: You don't get to say her name. You're the reason she's dead. Fuck's sake, Jerry, I was just about to turn my life around… why didn't she come back, huh? Jerry: She wasn't relevant to the story. George: Is that why you killed her? Jerry: I didn't kill her! George: Then who did?! Jerry: No one! You didn't teleport out of that car. It's not a teleport. It's just… look, it's like a starting point. Like the "go" square on Monopoly. Whenever something interesting happens, you naturally show up. I really wish I could explain it more than that. But… look, what do you know about TotleighSoft? George: I'm gonna give you five more seconds to say something that makes any sense at all. Jerry: No-no-no, you don't wanna do this. I'm the one guy you can't kill! My last name is the title of— George: ZERO! (Another gunshot.) (Kramer suddenly melts into a puddle of viscous black sludge.) (Cut to black.) From this point on, the title of the show changes to "COZTANSER." George is the only character who hasn't dissolved into oil. Unlike previous episodes, the laugh tracks have completely synchronized with George's actions. Episode # Title Summary 10-175 "the omege gorg" George silently wanders the empty streets of New York City, searching for survivors. 10-180 "tabel for wun" George spends the entirety of the episode quietly weeping in a booth of the dilapidated Monk's Cafe. 10-195 "bye gorg" The episode lasts twelve seconds. It abruptly ends when George shoots himself. 10-196 "hi gorg" George reappears in Jerry's apartment, alive and well. After a brief nervous breakdown, he jumps out the window to attempt suicide again. 10-197 "hi agen gorg" Similar content to 10-196, but he attempts to shoot himself while falling. 10-254 "delong an wanding rode" He begins a 104-episode story arc of making a journey on foot to other cities to find survivors of the 10-174 event. He is unsuccessful. 10-358 "teh madnis of king gorg" Having given up his journey, he enters the ruins of Holy Name Cathedral in downtown Chicago… (George kneels at the altar. He makes the Sign of the Cross.) George: …okay, God. I think I get the point. This is my eternal damnation, isn't it? Or at least some kind of purgatory. That's the only thing that makes sense. I'll be the first to admit that I've been a selfish sack of shit all my life. I probably deserve worse. …but that's why I tried to leave Jerry and the others in the first place! Did I start too late?! But, I'm not waking up at Jerry's place anymore. Which means there's a way that all this can change. I realize you've probably got a whole mess of God shit to take care of right now. I probably backed up the line to the Pearly Gates around several blocks, right? …yeah, too soon, sorry. So I'd better cut to the chase… can I have a sign? Something to indicate— (An angelic chorus suddenly swells up. A soft white light pokes through the ruined ceiling, landing on George's face.) (Laugh track.) (George's eyes widen. This is the first time he's able to hear this sound.) George: …is that a fucking LAUGH TRACK?! Episode 10-359, titled "gorg's kwest 2 get offa da airs, part 1", begins with George stripping naked and writing "AM I INAPPROPRIATE YET?" on the wall of the cathedral with his own feces. Amid repeated cries of "Censor me!", "Stop watching this!" and "LET ME DIE!", he captures, tortures, and mutilates several opossums. At the time of the testing moratorium, the last recorded iteration was "gorg's kwest 2 get offa da airs, part 126." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6697" by daveyoufool, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6697. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6698 | safe | close Info X SCP-6698 Clean Your Drains, People Written by Jack Waltz Check out my author page! The interior of SCP-6698. Item #: SCP-6698 Special Containment Procedures: The residence formerly home to the Waelt family has been designated Provisional Site-229. An apparatus has been constructed to prevent the closing of the door leading inside SCP-6698 outside of testing periods. Due to the large amounts of spectral energy detected on the scene, the Department of Spectral Phenomena has been assigned to SCP-6698 research. Description: SCP-6698 is the Waelt residence's, located in Alabama, USA, second-story bathroom (which includes its door) that has shown to be completely impervious to damage. Its main anomalous feature however manifests when the door to SCP-6698 is closed. When closed while an individual is present within, it will become jammed or locked by unknown causes preventing the subject's exit. Following this, an event that results in the disappearance of the subject occurs and the door unlocks once more when concluded. Little else is known about the exact nature of this anomaly. SCP-6698 was recently discovered when the occupants of the Waelt residence reported the disappearance of Jack Waelt, age sixteen, after entering the second-story bathroom. The inhabitants heard him calling for help, followed by a heavy scuttling noise. Subsequently, they had heard something akin to the bathroom sink breaking and falling onto a "crunchy [and] wet" surface, before Waelt's screams were muffled and ended. Despite attempts by his family to aid him, the door to the bathroom could not be opened by any means available to them at the time. When the scuttling noise subsided, the door had become unlocked but no remains of him, or any damage to a sink, was found. When the incident came to the Foundation's attention, the family was amnesticised, and cover story C1243F ("Ran Away From Home") was implanted in the family and local news media. The Waelt residence was then purchased by a Foundation shell company. The origin of SCP-6698 and how it gained its anomalous properties is unknown and is under investigation by the Department of Spectral Phenomena. However, the residents stated that Jack Waelt had expressed his disgust after killing a "large fucking roach in the bathroom" the night prior to it gaining its anomalous properties. Addendum 6698.1: The following is a transcribed log of the first conducted test on SCP-6698. A recording camera was attached to the bathroom wall and D-22542 was sent inside. VIDEO LOG TRANSCRIPT D-22542 enters SCP-6698 and the door is closed by Agent Balskey. Agent Balskey: Alright. Now, could you try to open this from the inside? Try kicking it down, and everything else you can try. D-22542: Okay. D-22542 bangs on the door and attempts to kick it down, though the door and its hinges remain undamaged by these attacks. D-22542: I can't. The lock and the hinges are intact, too strong for bathroom hinges. Agent Balskey: Okay, as expected. Let me try it from the outside. Agent Balskey attempts to break the door lock with a propane torch, to no effect. The same is tried for the hinges and she once again fails. D-22542: You can't get me out now? Agent Balskey: Wait. I'll go get the technician. Stay inside and… and just watch out for anything. D-22542: Fine, be quick. Agent Balskey walks downstairs. D-22542: Dammit, won't be surprised if this is the end of me. I'll probably starve in here or something. Is that the gimmick here, the door stays locked until I die? Life's a bitch. D-22542 sits down on the toilet seat and sighs. Putting his hands on his face and groaning, he stays stationary for some time. Several minutes pass before D-22542 notes a single Periplaneta americana1 climbing out of the bathroom drain. After making its way, it stays stationary and begins cleaning its antennae.2 D-22542: [frowns] That is one massive roach. Suddenly, the cockroach makes its way toward's D-22542's feet. He yelps in surprise and stamps on the cockroach, killing it. D-22542: Fucking hell. [gags and shivers] Ew. Lord. Little shit running towards me, like you have a death wish… D-22542 takes off his shoe and begins washing off the sole at the sink. While engrossed in this activity, another cockroach squeezes out from the same drain. It moves towards the first instance's corpse and begins feeding off of it. More instances begin climbing out, all making their way to the corpse similarly. When D-22542 finishes and looks back, he croaks in shock and watches the cockroaches feeding on the dead instance. D-22542: Holy shit man… why's there so many. They're as big as the first one… [retches] Behind D-22542, another cockroach climbs out of the bathroom sink and jumps to the floor. It brushes by his barefoot, surprising and causing him to shout an expletive. D-22542: [screams] Shit! More instances begin squeezing out from the sink drain and D-22542 backs towards the toilet seat. D-22542: [shouts] Oi! Hey! Could you get me outta here, please! Quickly! There's like massive roaches in here man… Hey! D-22542 climbs on the toilet seat, watching the instances, and calling for Agent Balskey's assistance to "get [him] out". Agent Balskey hears and begins running upstairs. Agent Balskey: Hey hey! What's up? Why are you shou— [looks at the camera feed] Oh. Scared of roaches? D-22542: Listen man! This is no time for jokes, those things are fucking massive. Where's that damn technician? Open the door! Agent Balskey: Sorry sorry. The guy still hasn't arrived, probably oversleeping. You gotta deal with it for now. D-22542: Dammit! [screams in frustration and grumbles before groaning] Agent Balskey: I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to stomach it, I'll keep you company though. D-22542: Hell are you thinking, keeping me company? I'm a D-Class. I'm gonna get killed one of these days. Agent Balskey: Come on… you're not dead yet. D-22542: Will be, soon. If you don't get the door open I'll starve to death in here. Agent Balskey: Come on… we don't know it can't be opened… yet. D-22542: What if it can't? And don't ever start your next sentence with "come on". Agent Balskey: Come on— D-22542: Are you deaf Balskey? Agent Balskey: Okay okay. Calm down. Just trying to be optimistic here, you should try doing that sometime. D-22542: [sighs] Stop being a fucking bitch, man. Agent Balskey: Well that is just uncalled for… D-22542: [tuts] I'm sorry. It's just really agitating with these roaches. Agent Balskey: It's okay. D-22542 watches the cockroaches. He shifts multiple times on the toilet seat while they feed. Agent Balskey: Hey how big are they? Three? Four? D-22542: [observes the instances] At least five centimetres, maybe six. Agent Balskey: You think they're part of the anomaly? D-22542: I don't see anything gimmicky about them. I've seen large cockroaches, this might just be, a few of those… Agent Balskey: But so many of them? That just feels a little… weird. D-22542 begins to sweat intensely. Two minutes after this exchange, the cockroaches have fully eaten all exposed flesh from the cadaver. All then simultaneously turned towards D-22542, who yelps. At this moment the tub is noted to have begun filling with a black oil-like substance from the bathtub drain. Once approximately one-fifth of the tub is filled, a swarm of cockroaches begins pouring out from within, jumping over from the tub and covering the floor. They begin piling up on top of each other. D-22542: [screams] Holy hell! Dammit, fuck fuck shit! [D-22542 begins crying and repeatedly yelling expletives, he then hyperventilates to a large degree] Agent Balskey: Oh lor— D-22542: Open the fucking door! Please man, please! Agent Balskey is paralysed in fear at the sight of the feed and she does not respond. D-22542: [screams] Balskey! Are you fucking there? The instances attempt to scale the toilet, but all slip while doing so. The mass of cockroaches begins scaling the walls. D-22542, in an attempt to deter this behaviour, throws the shoe he still held towards the wall. Without much effect, the shoe sinks into the mass of instances. In response to this, dozens of cockroaches start flying towards D-22542 and landing on him. Screaming, he attempts to swat them off. A great majority fall, but a continuous stream manages to climb to the ceiling and move to a position right above him. Several of the instances cover the camera during this process. They then drop on D-22542, who, screaming, waves at them erratically, causing more to begin flight. Several scramble atop his hair and a few attempt to enter his oral cavity. One makes it in and he spits it out and gags. One cockroach that fell on the toilet seat is stepped on, and D-22542 slips. He then falls into the pool of instances. As he sinks, more than a dozen instances scramble and stuff themselves into his mouth. D-22542 can be heard gagging and choking. Though he manages to cough out several, the majority has likely already traveled down his esophagus, and more kept pushing themselves into his mouth, with the smaller instances entering his nostrils. Agent Balskey vomits watching the scene. At this point, D-22542 has submerged in the growing flood of cockroaches with only his hand being held up. It twitches and gets pulled down as well. D-22542 is now believed to have died of asphyxiation. Immediately following his death, almost all instances retreat back towards the liquid in the tub, which has now filled to the brim. Sections of his cadaver were visibly consumed and large, wriggling, protrusions could be seen below his skin. D-22542's stomach was notably squirming and appears to be bloated to a severe degree. Once all instances that were outside the corpse enter the tub, a humanoid cadaver, visibly undergoing the third stage of decomposition with some visual similarities to Jack Waelt, climbs out of the tub as enormous swathes of cockroaches fall from the inside of its skull and chest cavity. The humanoid staggers and makes its way towards D-22542 before grabbing his legs and dragging the corpse into the tub. Several cockroaches scramble out of D-22542's mouth during this process. Once fully submerged in the liquid, it begins demanifesting down the drain alongside the remains of all the instances killed by D-22542. No traces remain of the event and the door unlocks. Agent Balskey opens the door and can be seen standing in the frame with traces of vomit on her shirt. She vomits once more. Footnotes 1. Also known as an American cockroach. 2. Behaviour expected of a non-anomalous cockroach. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6698" by Jack Waltz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6698. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: bathroom.jpg Author: Jack Waltz License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-6699 | thaumiel | !LEVEL 5: TOP SECRET! Unapproved access to or dissemination of these files is punishable by forced amnesticization and dismissal from the SCP Foundation. GOTTFRIED Segment [C-2h3A] tracing, produced by SCP-6699. ITEM NUMBER: SCP-6699. OBJECT CLASS: Thaumiel. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6699 is to remain within the GOTTFRIED applied metaphysics laboratory at Site-184. Access to SCP-6699 is restricted to individuals possessing level-5 clearance. Assigned personnel are to continuously monitor the vitals of SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C to ensure the continued efficacy of all GOTTFRIED protocols. Should the health of SCP-6699-1_B deteriorate to the point of potentially interrupting any GOTTFRIED protocols, a suitable replacement must be acquired. SCP-6699 must remain active at all times. In the event that all three of SCP-6699's redundant powering systems should fail, GOTTFRIED protocol: NETFISHER is to be activated until such a time that a non-anomalous power source can be employed. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6699 is a device initially developed by Dr. Vivian Elmwoods for the conceptual mapping of communal human consciousness through the construction of navigable, three-dimensional, virtual, rhizomatic1 constructs. It's certainly worth noting that I didn't develop the rhizomatic framework: the interconnected web of relations. Credit for that goes to Deleuze & Guattari.2 And it was Umberto Eco’s Semiotics that discussed its labyrinthine principles.3 My meager contribution came from our existing research into human consciousness on a collective level. Every time we tried to map our shared psychosphere, we ran into the same problem: it was impossible to meaningfully synthesize and apply what we were looking at. We were trying to flatten it out, break it down into easily digestible chunks of data, trace lines of connection from point A to point B. But it was all too complex, too attached, too human for that. So that framework, the Rhizome, was the gamechanger. That was our way into and through it; our map wasn’t just a map anymore. We're all connected, you see? SCP-6699 employs two or more human subjects for its operations and implementation of various GOTTFRIED protocols. These subjects are assigned one of two semiotic 'roles:' A singular 'Cartographer' and one or more 'Navigator(s),'4 The conscious mind of the 'Cartographer' is utilized by SCP-6699 to map the human psychosphere: a metaphysical manifestation of collective human consciousness, in a representative model. Due to the rhizomatic properties of this model: its existence as a non-hierarchical amalgamation of connecting 'lines' of relation and independence from a central unity, the map SCP-6699 creates is metaphysically indistinct from the external human psychosphere. This allows the consciousness of additional human subjects, henceforth the 'Navigator(s)' to be inserted into the virtual construct and undertake instantaneous, omnidirectional travel through the web of conceptual relations. This 'movement' is - in all meaningful ways - functionally analogous to traversal along non-constructed, existing lines of connection in the communal human psychosphere. While attempting to address the inherent disorientation caused by navigation through this construct, the suitability of SCP-6699 for a series of protocols, collectively designated GOTTFRIED, was discovered. The continued perpetuation of these protocols is essential to the Foundation's current operations and the integrity of the Veil.5 DEVELOPMENT: Dr. Vivian Elmwoods, a post-doctoral researcher in Site-184's Applied Metaphysics department, placed an internal grant request for the development of a device to map the collective human consciousness in 1986. The first working prototype was tested in October 1990. Subsequent significant developments in the project are outlined below: SCP-6699's Navigator docking station in development. Arrangement Date Outcome of SCP-6699 Activation Individual subject (Cartographer), comatose 04/10/1990 SCP-6699 was unable to construct a successful mapping. Individual subject (Cartographer), conscious 16/10/1990 SCP-6699 was able to construct a successful mapping. GOTTFRIED protocol CAMERA OBSCURA activated. 8 tests omitted for brevity Two subjects (Cartographer & Navigator), conscious 01/12/1990 SCP-6699 was able to construct a successful mapping. Navigator entered a comatose state and remained unresponsive after deactivation and removal from SCP-6699. Two subjects (Cartographer & Navigator), conscious. GOTTFRIED protocol LIGHTHOUSE implemented. 15/12/1990 SCP-6699 was able to construct a successful mapping. Navigator was able to maneuver through the construct and regained consciousness after their removal from SCP-6699. Two subjects (Cartographer & Navigator), conscious. GOTTFRIED protocol MORNING BELL implemented. 20/01/1991 SCP-6699 was able to construct a successful mapping. Navigator was able to maneuver through the construct. Protocol MORNING BELL implementation unsuccessful. Following the failure of protocol MORNING BELLS' implementation, Dr. Vivian Elmwoods proposed that - due to the inherent, preexisting connection between human individuals and the psychosphere, human subjects would be incapable of effecting noticeable alterations to the constructed map-construct, and thus the psychosphere itself. Foundation efforts were diverted towards overcoming these limitations. After a period of two months, a potential vector to enable such alterations: henceforth SCP-6699-1_C, was acquired, and further testing approved. GOTTFRIED ACTIVATION - 25/04/1991 The body was terrifying to look at. I grew up in Nova Scotia, with rocky beaches and rolling hills. When I was 10 my mother took me across the country, up into the Canadian Rockies. They scared me, those towering peaks. I saw a storm break against them while we were camping; the thunder and lightning of God was made insignificant against their bulk, and we were so small, so fragile in our tent. The walls were shaking in the gale. It felt like we'd be blown off the face of the earth. But those towering clifts were so indifferent, unfazed. They were sublime - just looking at them, I was filled with fear at their majesty. She was like that. We picked her up from the GRU-P as the Soviet Union peeled apart from the inside. A gift from defectors willing to give up long-held secrets for a US passport. They had found her in a frozen Siberian lake - had hauled the frozen, cocooned corpse out of its depths. I made them let me watch when they thawed her. I got to see the ice melt away and the dark brown bark peeled off, strip after strip. My brain didn't register what I was looking at, not fully. The body was wrong: too long and angular, sharp almost. Trying to stare at it felt like someone was pushing a thorn into my temple, too thin and sharp to really notice: just a pressure that releases as it slides in, and a warm trickle of blood along your cheekbone. A deep, animal part of me was clawing at my brain, telling me to run, to hide. But it couldn't take hold; self-preservation wasn't the only thing on my mind. I kept thinking of that mountainous view: an unmoving, uncaring presence that demanded a witness, full of danger and beauty. They set to work getting her heart beating again. Subjects: SCP-6699-1_A: Dr. Phil Mackrel - Cartographer. SCP-6699-1_B: Dr. Vivian Elmwoods - Navigator. SCP-6699-1_C: SCP-6699-1_C was acquired in a comatose state and is continuously administered a Foundation-developed barbiturate drug for ongoing suppression of the subject's nervous system. Testing: Prior to testing, a series of blood samples had been taken from SCP-6699-1_C. Extensive screening confirmed the absence of any bloodborne pathogens. While the sample displayed abnormalities that prevent it from conforming to known, human blood types, the absence of antigens on examined red blood cells suggests its suitability as a universal donor.6 Following this research, in preparation for testing SCP-6699-1_B was administrated immunological suppressants and the circulatory systems of SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C were intravenously linked. Following successful integration, the free, continuous transfusion of blood between SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C was confirmed. Both subjects are henceforth referred to as the Navigator for the purpose of this test. As per previous tests, the Cartographer was directly linked to SCP-6699 for mapping of the human psychosphere. GOTTFRIED Protocols CAMERA OBSCURA was successfully activated to produce segment-tracings of the construct prior to, during, and following Protocol MORNING BELL. Event Description: Individuals reported hearing a low-pitch "ringing" noise for a period of approximately a minute. Date of Occurrence: 25/04/1991. Location: Undetermined, most commonly reported along the Eastern Coast of Canada and the United States. Follow-up Actions Taken: Coverstory disseminated about electrical surge affecting phone lines, resulting in brief low ringing noise. NOTE: 12N4A has been removed from the LoEE7 due to a potential data security risk. Activation of GOTTFRIED Protocol MORNING BELL by the Navigator was attempted. The protocol performed as intended. Its distribution through the construct was effectively recorded via a series of tracings and its effects upon the human psychosphere noted and documented. The circulatory systems of SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C's were uncoupled following the deactivation of SCP-6699. SCP-6699-1_B underwent post-testing medical checks and appeared to have suffered no significant health effects from the procedure. However, the subject displayed unsteadiness while walking and recorded significant headaches, dizziness, and difficulty focusing visually on both near and far objects. SCP-6699-1_B reported these effects dissipated over the course of 32 hours. GOTTFRIED Protocol CAMERA OBSCURA: Gg_tracing [6:087] - 25/04/91 Recent tests have confirmed that SCP-6699 can be used not only to map and navigate human consciousness but to implement semiotic, metaphysical triggers and effects. The implications of this development are extensive but hampered by the need for SCP-6699's continuous operation to maintain implemented protocols and the reliance on SCP-6699-1_C as a medium to enable such alterations. DEBRIEFING: GOTTFRIED ACTIVATION - 25/04/1991 INTERVIEW LOG: Date: 26/04/1991. Interviewer: Alex von Pattensby, Site-184 Archival Interlocutor Interviewee: Dr. Vivian Elmwoods, Research and Development Lead on SCP-6699. Dr. Alex von Pattensby: You’ve used SCP-6699 in various tests before, Dr. Elmwoods – as both a Cartographer and Navigator. After the most recent test, you seemed - I hope it's fair of me to say - unsteady, and told your colleagues that the experience was different, correct? Would you mind explaining to me why that was? Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: Have you ever been in a maze, Doctor? Alex von Pattensby: Excuse me? Dr. Vivian Elmwoods, 1991. Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: A maze. Like a corn maze – or a hedge maze, doesn’t really matter, I suppose. They’re different from what people might think when they hear ‘maze:’ a drawing on paper, a series of pathways with dead ends. A maze like that, a 2D one, you can understand it just by looking at it. There’s no inherent risk. Getting out's as easy as looking away. But a real maze, one you’re embedded in, is different. It's disorienting: your perspective is broken, fragmented, and there's always some level of uncertainty about how to get through it. But you still know that there's an order to it: something you could understand if you had the distance, the right perspective. If you were pulled out and above it, you could just look - it would be the same as that paper maze. Going into the construct SCP-6699 makes is nothing like that, like any of that. It’s a maze – a labyrinth – there's no doubt about that. But it's everywhere, in all directions. There's nothing outside of it. It's like looking at the night sky if instead of stars you just saw the constellations: every single time a human had drawn an imaginary line between the dots, all overlaid on top of one another. And the sky surrounds you; you could look down through the earth you stand on and see those lines wrapping around to the other side. Everywhere you look, everywhere you think, is a pathway. It's all pathways and you can move along any of them. Go anywhere, from anywhere, in an instant. How are you supposed to move through that? You can't get outside of it, because there is nothing that is outside of it. You can't reduce it, because any attempt to flatten it, to make it two-dimensional would make it something else, something different. It's a rhizome, through and through. Being in there is the most baffling, disorienting experience. Excerpt from a notebook belonging to Dr. Vivian Elmwoods, 1990. Maze = Tree Logic Branching pathways that relate Filler: to the central unity. Tracing of a Rhizome No central unity. Only lines of relation. Tracing is 2D, flattened. CAMERA OBSCURA makes Tracings. Dr. Alex von Pattensby: When I conducted previous interviews, it was explained that the LIGHTHOUSE protocol was an attempt to offer a sense of orientation. Is that correct? Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: Somewhat. LIGHTHOUSE is just a sign of where you came in from. Our Ariadne's thread. You can follow it back, but it doesn't make the navigation through the construct any clearer or easier. It doesn't help you understand. Dr. Alex von Pattensby: So what changed in the most recent test? Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: When I went in after they hooked me up to SCP-6699-1_C, it was - well something was different. I was just as embedded, that hadn’t changed. And it was still just as disorienting. But, well I’m not sure how to put it. I wasn't outside of it, that would still be just as impossible, but I wasn't just it. There was some part of me, something othered from the construct. I was in it, but some part of myself wasn't? I don't know for sure. I could pull on it, those connections, I could set the lines vibrating. Dr. Alex von Pattensby: Let's talk about the test itself. You were to implement protocol MORNING BELL, correct? Dr. Vivian Elmwoods: Did you hear it? At this point a message was relayed that technicians assigned to SCP-6699 had requested the assistance of Dr. Vivian Elmwoods while recalibrating the device. Dr. Elmwoods was excused from the formal interview and asked to submit a written report concerning the recent test. PROTOCOL IMPLEMENTATION: DRAWN VEIL INITIAL TESTING: 23/05/1991 Subjects: The world is a mysterious place, and new technologies turn the impossible into the mundane every day. So, how do you, a Mobile Task Force Agent in the field, determine when an item is anomalous? One reliable and widely applicable test is the "9/10ths Check." If you see what appears to be an unusual item, in either its form or function, stop and: Think about the last 9 times you may have seen, used, or otherwise experienced similar objects; Identify what those items have in common, and differences that may distinguish them; Consider the object, our 10th one. Does it function in the same manner, for the same purposes, or appear similar to any of those other 9 items? If Yes: The object may be unusual, but not anomalous. Be cautious and monitor it for any additional properties (See 4:12, "Common Anomalous Effects" for more information). If No: There is a strong chance that the item is anomalous. Bag and tag it, and let the white-coats figure it out. - Exerpt from Section 3: Subsection 6, Mobile Task Force Handbook, 4th edition, 1947. SCP-6699-1_A: Dr. Phil Mackrel - Cartographer. SCP-6699-1_B: Cameron Auks - Navigator. SCP-6699-1_C: SCP-6699-1_C. For the implementation of GOTTFRIED Protocol DRAWN VEIL, Cameron Auks was selected as the primary candidate for the role of Navigator. Cameron Auks had served the Foundation as a member and occasional squad-leader of Mobile Task Forces Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders"), and Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") prior to his honourable discharge from the Foundation for medical reasons. Following his recovery, Cameron Auks continued to serve the Foundation in an advisory role for MTF deployments in urban and naval environments. Testing: Cameron Auks, henceforth SCP-6699-1_B, is intravenously linked to SCP-6699-1_C in the same manner as the previous test prior to integration into SCP-6699. Approximately 5 minutes after the confirmation of free circulatory blood flow between SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C, SCP-6699-1_B's immune system began aggressively targeting red blood cells throughout the subject's body.8 SCP-6699-1_B and SCP-6699-1_C were immediately uncoupled. The former subject's body continued to reject the integrated blood. Within a period of an additional five minutes, one of the subject's kidneys failed as the attacked blood cells degraded into an unknown, presumably toxic substance. At this point, SCP-6699-1_B lost consciousness. Medical personnel began an emergency transfusion with onhand O- human blood, but were unable to stabilize the subject before failure of the second kidney. SCP-6699-1_B was moved to an on-site operating room for a double, radical nephrectomy,9 and placed on dialysis. After completion of a 6-hour surgery, SCP-6699-1_B awoke 35 hours later. Due to the continued presence of potentially anomalous toxins within various organs and tissues of SCP-6699-1_B, a dual kidney transplant has been deemed insufficient, and SCP-6699-1_B is to remain on dialysis treatment. REVISED TESTING: 25/05/1991 Subjects: SCP-6699-1_A: Dr. Phil Mackrel - Cartographer. SCP-6699-1_B: Dr. Vivian Elmswood - Navigator. SCP-6699-1_C: SCP-6699-1_C. While testing was initially suspended following the previous events, Dr. Vivian Elmswood requests approval to act in the role of Navigator in a repeated attempt to implement Protocol DRAWN VEIL. This request was subsequently approved. I knew Cameron, not very well, but I had talked with him a few times on-site. I remember running into him just days after his diagnosis: early, stage-3A lung cancer. I offered my sympathies; he smiled and told me there was no need. He knew he'd beat it. Outwardly, he was like that, certain and confident. He was like a redwood: towering above you gently and calmly, hundreds of feet of straight, unwavering resilience. If he fell it would be momentous, but that sort of thing just doesn't happen. So, it was no surprise that he was right, and it was no surprise that when they approached him with DRAWN VEIL that he would accept. He was to grow steadily and surely from what we had established. But it didn't work, and it was up to me, the lateral bud, to sprout. I'm not a redwood. I don't know what tree I am. Maybe I'm not a tree at all - just the roots. I'm entangled. I have been my whole time here, my whole life. I promised them I could do it, but some part of me doubted that; I convinced myself I should, and maybe that's what should have actually given me pause. My research was in Applied Metaphysics, for Christ's sake: an oxymoron in the world we were to create. Testing: SCP-6699-1_B was administered additional immunosuppressants before circulatory coupling with SCP-6699-1_C. Furthermore, an on-site surgical team was prepped for quick response, and a dialysis machine moved into the testing site. After a period of 30 minutes, SCP-6699-1_B showed no adverse health effects from being intravenously linked to SCP-6699-1_C. Integration into SCP-6699 was approved. GOTTFRIED Protocol CAMERA OBSCURA was activated, and successfully segment-tracing of the map-construct confirmed. The Navigator was subsequently successfully integrated into the construct. After a period of approximately two hours, data from Protocol CAMERA OBSCURA confirmed that Protocol DRAWN VEIL had been successfully implemented. Information gathered from Foundation operatives globally confirmed its efficacy and a series of public surveys were administered via Foundation front companies to ascertain the extent of the Protocol's effectiveness. Due to the need for the Navigator to actively maintain Protocol DRAWN VEIL, SCP-6699-1_A, SCP-6699-1_B, and SCP-6699-1_C are to remain integrated into SCP-6699 for the foreseeable future, or until a replacement subject is needed. To maintain secrecy concerning SCP-6699, Dr. Phil Mackrel and Dr. Vivan Elmswood were declared deceased due to an automotive accident while transporting material from Site-184. A burial ceremony was held, and both awarded medals of honour for their service to the Foundation. GOTTFRIED is currently: ACTIVE GOTTFRIED PROTOCOLS ACTIVE PROTOCOLS: CAMERA OBSCURA: Conversion of sub-segmentations of the rhizomatic model produced by SCP-6699 into two-dimensional tracings to further develop our understanding of, and assist in navigation through, the human psychosphere. LIGHTHOUSE: Introduction of a conceptual 'beacon' to offer a reference point for navigation through the constructed map. MORNING BELL: Introduction of an auditory signifier into the psychosphere to determine the efficacy of direct manipulation methods. NETFISHER: Conversion of latent energy within the human psychosphere into electrical energy for the operation of SCP-6699. DRAWN VEIL: Introduction of a uniform notion of 'normality' into the collective human consciousness to establish a conceptual distinction between anomalous and non-anomalous phenomena. That's what they had really been after. They were throwing money at whoever could help them solve a problem back then. For the latter half of the 20th century, the Foundation had been gradually expanding in size and influence. We were a North American initiative that started making headway through the blasted ruins of post-war Europe. Sifting through the rubble and grabbing at pieces of forgotten folklore, traditional knowledge, ritualistic beliefs, and monsters that had been forced or lured from their dens - whether due to the fighting or the corpses. What had been superstition was labeled, studied, and hidden from the world. But the world is big, bigger than America, bigger than Europe. I touched the minds of billions; no one agreed on anything. What's 'abnormal' in one epistemology is natural in another: gods, spirits, blood-pacts, and old lore. Marie Curie looked at death-spewing rocks and we forced them into our dark science, our incessant rationalization of phenomena that for millennium had been inexplicable. There were things truer than math and ways of seeing the world that made more sense than ours. And the Foundation starts butting heads against it, them. And it pushes back. 'I am' it begs, shouts, cries, screams; 'you shouldn't be,' we whisper as we lock the cage. So site after site begins to pop up. We grow, rapidly - like cancer, further and further afield. Sneaking past borders in the night, blooming in the dark like concrete tumors. The USSR collapses, and we pour in, through the sledge-hammered gaps in the Berlin wall. Across Asia, Africa, endlessly grasping because there's always more. The anomalous is ever-present. Our systems of taxonomy and classification keep breaking down as we look people in the eyes and amnesticize them; their gods and idols, parts of cultures centuries older than our institution, already being moved to deeper, darker rooms. Then we had a chance - I gave us the chance - and we took it. We drew our line in the sand, in the consciousness of humans everywhere. They guided my hand and we pulled a veil over the world. We declared "this can be, that can not." And the damndest, scariest thing, is that it worked. Not entirely, but well enough. You can't even recall what it was like before, not really. We made that choice for you. We took it from you: the world before, when legends weren't myths, when the ghosts of who came before walked alongside us, when a floating rock might just be. And we did it with the fucking blood of a Daeva. Our 'scientific' ritual. Our grand illusion. It's insidious the way it works: the more you're exposed to it, the more it's reinforced. The lines tighten like a net, wrapping around you. The more people show you what life is, the more you lose of what it was. We forced the idea of normality into the human conscious and we, so many of us, embraced it. I believed in it, with every fiber of my being. I convinced myself we were right. Now, I'm not so sure. I can feel something, between the lines, in the darkness. It grows, yearning for what was lost, what we took away. The harder I push, the more I'm swallowed by it. Our line is fake, our science biased and deluded. That line we drew, it's sand on a beach and we're standing before the rising tide. I'm going to keep standing here; it's what I do, what I have done. But now you know. Hopefully, you all know. Footnotes 1. A framework for data representation consisting of a non-hierarchical 'web' with multiple entry and exit points. The rhizome is introduced by Deleuze and Guattari (1980) in A Thousand Plateaus, in opposition to a tree-like framework, which relates content to a central unity. 2. Deleuze, G. & Guattari, F. (1980), A Thousand Plateaus. 3. Eco, U. (1984), Semiotics and the Philosophy of Language. 4. GOTTFRIED Protocol CAMERA OBSCURA is unique, insofar as it can function without a Navigator. 5. 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SCP-6700 | thaumiel | Hi. I bet you're wondering how you got here. You're probably asking yourself why there is green text in this document. Why is the background entirely made of squids? Why am I holding a squid? Why am I a squid foundation researcher? Well, the answer starts with a story, and like all stories, it has a beginning…1 Artistic depiction of SCP-6700-04 derived from the Atlantic Mural in Carnegie Hall. Item #: SCP-67002 Special Containment Procedures: Murals depicting SCP-6700 have been identified on at least one island, reef, atoll, or rock in all seven oceans, and every marginal sea. Access to these murals have been restricted to the public where possible, though murals in locations such as Carnegie Hall, the French Quarter of New Orleans, Tokyo Bay, and Saint Marks Square have proven difficult to secure. Temples, complexes, shrines, and protective enclosures around these murals have either been restored or are in the process of being restored. Religious texts containing references to SCP-6700 have been obtained and subsequently replaced by authentic replicates. All references to SCP-6700 in historical texts have been altered. SCP-6700 must be performed on the summer and winter solstices,3 and the spring and autumn equinoxes4 on or near murals which depict it. Failure to perform SCP-6700 at a minimum of all major oceanic locations in multiple equinox/solstice cycles previously contributed to several catastrophic atmospheric phenomena across multiple historical periods. SCP-6700 should be performed with a cast of three main performers: two Finnfolk or humans identifying as female or nonbinary and one human or Finnfolk identifying as male or nonbinary. In addition to performers, SCP-6700 requires a choir of at least seven individuals. While a minimum of seven members of the choir are needed for the successful implementation of SCP-6700, a larger choir has been found to positively impact local conditions. Instrumentation is also encouraged, but not necessary. SCP-6700 performers are provided with copies of Act 4 and subject to Class A amnestics following performance. Each time SCP-6700 is performed a quantity of the cutest little squickie squiddies equivalent to multiples of 3, 4, 5, or 6 should be present. You really know how to make a girl happy. All hail the くコ:彡. Given the highly destructive nature of SCP-6700-03, the presence of non-performing observers is discouraged. The secondary anomalous effects of SCP-6700 leads to increased erosion as well as explosive population growth in marine and coastal animal and plant life. Foundation personnel are coordinating with local governments to ensure buffering of susceptible coastal ecosystems against further erosion and to enact population controls to prevent the creation of oxygen deadzones.5 SCP-6700-04 is uncontainable. Observers and performers must be prepared for deviations from SCP-6700's written script including: altered causality, type blue manifestations, long periods of standing/dancing/singing, monologues, extended narrative exposition, out of body experiences, intense esoteric experiences, vertigo, practical jokes, nausea, and increased flatulence. Bonus and style points to Dr. Estrella, the counter whoopie cushion was great. Didn't see that one coming, and I'm semi-omniscient! Send more like her next time you want to talk, I might actually say something. Attempts to transcribe SCP-6700 performances via standard reporting practices and clinical tone result in significant alterations to match descriptive writing styles typically associated with narrative prose. All attempts to correct these transcripts result in database reversions to narrative prose. SCP-6700-04 has taken to making changes and adding commentary to SCP-6700's documentation, prominently inline text additions/modifications and footnotes, which reappear on removal. In the interest of cooperation, no further attempts to remove SCP-6700-04's revisions will be made. Thanks babe, promise I'm not pulling an Odysseus here. Isn't like the Foundation has an eye I can poke out, and then abscond with their sheep. Wait… Description: SCP-6700 is a music-based religious ritual previously practiced in varying forms by both major and obscure non-Abrahamic faiths. More specifically, SCP-6700 is a seasonal celebration of an unknown deific figure a deific figure that was previously unknown. (See Transcribed Performance Log SCP-6700-TP-703).6 SCP-6700 depicts a partially fictionalized version of two events primarily significant to the Finnfolk,7,8 which had entered the cultural lexicon of human polytheistic and monotheistic faiths by 2000 B.C. Three acts of SCP-6700 focus on 'The Great Sealing War.'9(See SCP-6700-Structure-01). The fourth act of SCP-6700 focuses on "The Great Reawakening War."10 (See SCP-6700-Structure-01). SCP-6700's primary anomalous properties begin at the start of each performance and directly affect its actors. Performance focuses primarily around three actors who, for the duration of SCP-6700, experience temporary anomalous alterations to their appearance and personality to match the part they are playing, thus becoming SCP-6700-01, SCP-6700-02, and SCP-6700-03. SCP-6700-01 is a historical figure, Triemedes "The Uniter" Aquailian, Warrior Queen of the Finnfolk.11 SCP-6700-02 has no given name in historical texts/records, and is instead referred to by several epithets in Greco-Roman, Chinese, Japanese, Indonesian, Hindu, and Orcadian sources for SCP-6700.12 SCP-6700-03 is a right bastard of a male deific figure, believed to be ███-███-██.13 SCP-6700-03 is highly destructive, often resulting in physical damage to surrounding structures during performance, and has caused grievous injuries to observers during previous performances. Addition of supporting roles is currently approved in certain locations due to the enhanced positive impact that these additions have on manifestation of secondary anomalous effects. When all conditions are met at the start of a performance, SCP-6700 results in the manifestation of SCP-6700-04. SCP-6700-04 is a feminine human figure, with four yellow eyes, red hair, and blue, green, and teal decorative tattoos across her entire body. SCP-6700-04 interacts with the performative elements of SCP-6700 as if she were an actor that would make the likes of Shakespeare blush in his pantaloons, is capable of causing physical changes to causality,14 and has a tendency to pause or disrupt SCP-6700 performances to preferentially interact with Finnfolk and SCP Foundation observers. SCP-6700-04 is believed to be responsible for SCP-6700's anomalous properties, but confirmation has been difficult. In previous interactions where she has chosen to directly address observers, SCP-6700-04 either avoids giving answers to esoteric and qualitative questions about her nature or answers them with vague and contradictory statements. Eh. I don't know, I just don't enjoy answering questions from someone who has no reaction or sense of humor. I think of it like being, too professional. It's far more fun for me to see the wrinkled brows, or screams of existential terror. Maybe one day you'll send in someone who can actually, you know, be worth the effort for answering questions, but this ain't it chief. Murals of SCP-6700 depict Me! In all my glory, cradling the earth with so many arms. Pats arm. SCP-6700-01 and SCP-6700-02 flank her on either side. SCP-6700-0315 stands across a body of water from SCP-6700-04 with storm clouds behind him. SCP-6700's secondary anomalous properties manifest at the start of a performance and expand outwards if the performance meets certain conditions. Successfully achieving performance conditions results in the following effects, which last for 90 days: Dispersal of storm conditions, even during typhoons and hurricanes. Calmer seas. Rapid proliferation of wildlife in the sea, ocean, or coastal areas, requiring careful management to avoid overpopulation and creation of oxygen deadzones.16 Increased crop yields in coastal regions. Slower spread of pathogens among coastal populations. Increased erosion of coastlines requiring careful management and buffering of vulnerable ecosystems and landmasses such as islands with sand and dirt barriers. Failure to perform SCP-6700 greatly increases the risk of exacerbated natural phenomena, ranging from coastal famines and outbreaks of pathogenic disease, to higher incidence of severe atmospheric phenomena. A significant proportion of 16th–20th century cyclonic systems and great storms are believed to have been significantly intensified by failures to perform SCP-6700. +SCP-6700-S-01 Act Structure Log Hide Structure Log SCP-6700-S-01 Act Structure The following documents outline the general structure of how SCP-6700 is intended to be performed. SCP-6700 rarely follows this structure due to SCP-6700-04's proclivity to break the script for their own purposes. Transcription of SCP-6700 refers to SCP-6700-01, -02, and -03 as Triemedes, "Glyden Barn", and Teran respectively. For ease of reading, these names will be used throughout the document. Edit: SCP-6700-04 has, as of iteration 52, color coded each name. Don't you love when I'm helpful? No? The lobsters know what you did in the dark, Jameson. ACT 1 SCP-6700 begins in medias res,17 with Triemedes returning from the great war in the Southern Basin.18 The first musical number, On My Way Home,19 is performed, introducing Triemedes and the quest she returns from. SCP-6700-04 provides narration of great storm clouds gathering overhead, and exclaims that tragedy is ahead. Triemedes orders the oarsmen of her war vessels to row faster. SCP-6700-04 describes the rising of the sea as a great serpent wraps its jaws around Hildaland, lifting the great leviathan upon which Hildaland and the city of Finnfolkaheem rides out of the sea. Teran rises from where he had been lying on the floor. He proclaims his hatred for all that SCP-6700-04 has made, how it soils everything. Teran begins the second musical number, "I will cleanse it all."20 as he grabs the Leviathan in the serpent's jaws and tears it in two, letting it fall into the sea. SCP-6700-04 then narrates as great waves rock the warfleet and the sea becomes angry with storm as the Finnfolk of Hildaland are massacred by Teran's twisted children. SCP-6700-04 narrates the transition from stormy evening, night, to morning when the storms clear. Triemedes exposits a desperate search to find survivors, but all she finds is her mother's crown. Triemedes begins the third musical number, "Triemede's Lament: Love and Lost, Vengeance sworn"21 and vows to unite the clans and bring the humans, Mekhanites, Sarkics, and Daevites to her side to vanquish Teran. Act 1 Ends and a Brief intermission occurs. Act 2 Act 2 is the longest act of the musical, as the end of Act 1 is considered a threshold crossing. Act 2 focuses primarily on Triemedes' journey to unite the Finnfolk peoples and her travels to the North Eastern European Daevite and Sarkic kingdoms, and the Southern Mekhanite domains. Different religious scripts focus on different aspects of these events, leaning heavily into describing the moral lessons that Triemedes learns, facilitating her becoming a better leader for her people. No two performances have portrayed the same minor quests for each leg of the journey. For brevity, this part of the document will focus on general thematics. Act 2 Begins. SCP-6700-04 narrates the opening to Act 2 introducing the daunting task of uniting the separate Finnfolk tribes. Triemedes leads into musical number four "I will go the distance."22 Triemedes travels to the cold and distant shores of Scotland to convince the warrior tribe of the Selkie Fowk. They reject her as being naive and fooldhardy. She leaves with no fruit to show. Triemedes travels to the green shores of Ireland to convince the Sylk tribe. Trials involving the Fae arise and she successfully navigates them, bringing the Sylk to her side. Triemedes travels to the cliffs of Dover and the Thames river to convince the Silki. She resolves conflicts between Humans and the Silki, winning them to her side. Triemedes makes a perilous journey across the sea to the populous Fjords of scandinavia to convince the Selchi. She struggles to best the monster Grindelwald but slays them, winning favor with the Selchi, and impressing local Sarkic and Daevite rulers. Word reaches the Sarkic and Daevite great kingdoms who promise to lend great aid in the fight to come. Triemedes returns to Orcadia, where her people have begun to construct new homes. She is greeted by the Selkie Fowk, who commit their lives to Triemedes, having heard of her exploits. Word reaches the growing armies of a Mekhanite warfleet, sent to honor the debts inccurred by the great southern war. Triemedes closes out Act 2 with musical number 5 "Our Time is Now."23 End of Act 2 and brief intermission. Act 3 Act 3 begins with SCP-6700-04 briefly narrating the progress and erection of [REDACTED].24 Triemedes leads into the first of two musical numbers. "Be Prepared" narrating the preparations for war, including invention of thaumaturgic weapons, vehicles and teaching of magics based around an elder language known as the "Rustics."25 "Am I in Love?" Begins, as Triemedes recounts a slow and clumsy realization that she has fallen for SCP-6700-04, and confesses these feelings to herself. Triemedes confronts SCP-6700-04 with all her deepest fears and sparkling desires beneath a beautiful moonlit sky. SCP-6700-04 admits that she reciprocates. Triemedes and SCP-6700-04 engage in many nights of gratuitous passion, acknowledging that it may be their only chance to be together. SCP-6700-04 narrates the continued preparation for the Sealing War. Triemedes learns she is carrying the greatest gift I could have given to her, a child. Triemedes gives birth to a child who is taken far away for safety. Guð-Bani is completed. Triemedes leads into the eighth musical number "This is War" as Teran and his army approach. SCP-6700-04 narrates the battle between Teran and the united forces of the Finnfolk and their allies. Triemedes leads into the ninth and closing number of Act 3 "My Sacrifice" as she plunges herself and Teran into the trappings of [REDACTED] deep into the astral plane. End of Act 3. Brief intermission. SCP-6700-S-02 Act 4 ACT 4 Foreword: Act 4 is entirely inconsistent with the rest of SCP-6700's structure. The script for Act 4 changes each time SCP-6700 is performed, with few general similarities, if any. Additionally, all recent editions of Act 4 heavily refer to highly classified coordinated projects between the Finnfolk and the Foundation related to Joint Operation HIGH TIDE. This section of the document has been fully redacted beyond acknowledgement that "Glyden Barn" is the adult descendant of the child of Triemedes and SCP-6700-04, though their identity remains unknown. I would say I'm disappointed, but this is about par for the course. +SCP-6700-C-01 Correspondence Log Hide Correspondence Log From: Wanda Salvavich, Records and Information Security Administration To: Director Sherry Andrews, O5-01-03, Co-Director of Foundational Medical affairs, Co-director of Finnfolk Relations Re: Revision of SCP-6700 Documentation Hi Director Andrews, I've been receiving multiple complaints from the department of Theatrical and Musical anomalies about the record keeping integrity of SCP-6700. We're both probably aware of how if they can, they will find a spotlight, and 6700-04 is setting them off. I saw the edits you made to 6700's documentation today noting to not further revert her edits.26 I have no qualms with the decision but would like to have a through line to explain why they aren't allowed to remove the commentary and wordplay that's breaking standard tone. The little bits of information your researchers have been getting out of -04 may not be enough justification. Wanda From: Director Sherry Andrews, O5-01-03, Co-Director of Foundational Medical affairs, Co-director of Finnfolk Relations To: Wanda Salvavich, Records and Information Security Administration Re: Revision of SCP-6700 Documentation Hi Wanda, You're not wrong about the department of Theatrical and Musical anomalies. I just got an email from the anti-conceptual and memetic defense development team that confirms what I thought, SCP-6700-04 actively ignores Scranton cyber-anchors, memetic kill bots, conceptual frustrators, and causal loop worms. I'm starting to think we're dealing with more than just the after-image of a powerful type blue entity. If you would, please keep an eye out for changes in documentation records related to Operation: HIGH TIDE. I think at this point its safe to tell anyone who has questions that we've tried all the normal and even some of the advanced methods to stop the record changes, but nothing has worked so far. You can just tell them that it's a fruitless edit war at that point. I think I may need to try and talk to this entity myself since she seems to be stringing us along; given, you know, all the researchers that have tried to interview her. 71 separate attempts with the same outcomes are not what I like to see. Thanks, Sherry P.S. Can we make sure that that messaging gets out to the theatrical department before the 21st. The more I think about it, the more I think I absolutely should go speak with her myself. Hi Wanda, I hope your cats are doing well! I look forward to reading about them in your emails. Love the Maria Jones bobblehead. From: Wanda Salvavich, Records and Information Security Administration To: Director Sherry Andrews, O5-01-03, Co-Director of Foundational Medical affairs, Co-director of Finnfolk Relations Re: Revision of SCP-6700 Documentation Hi Sherry, I'll go ahead and relay to the department. -04 seems to be playing with emails now too. IT is going to have a fit. I think they're too busy playing with their tissues and cookie clicker. From: Director Sherry Andrews, O5-01-03, Co-Director of Foundational Medical affairs, Co-director of Finnfolk Relations To: Dave Salizaar, Department of Travel Affairs; Judy Finch, Finnfolk Communications Re: Travel Plans Hi Dave, I need to arrange a round trip flight with my usual detail to Mainland Orkney, and then New York City. You can route us through our airstrips at Site-212-A and if you need to, JFK, though I'd prefer to avoid a public stop and snack. I've attached all the forms you should need, and my account numbers for any cost reimbursement. Hi Judy, I'm CCing you in on this chain. I need you to get in touch with the Finnfolk embassy we established on 4700-01, and touch base with Queen Aquailian's attaché. There's an SCP-6700 dateline coming up on the 21st in New York, I'd like to grab a Finnfolk scholar to tag along. I have a feeling -04 might be more willing to talk to one of our friends as an observer than they will to me alone. Thanks, Sherry From:Judy Finch, Finnfolk Communications To: Director Sherry Andrews, O5-01-03, Co-Director of Foundational Medical affairs, Co-director of Finnfolk Relations Re: Travel Plans Hi Director Andrews, Queen Aquailian's attaché finally got back to the embassy last night. I know you wanted this two weeks ago, but they're pretty sparse on the diplomat and scholar front right now. It apparently took them awhile just to locate the Queen. She managed to lose her guards to go teach history to school age children. It seems that Queen Auailian has insisted she be the one to accompany you to New York, which has caused a bit of a political uproar for all the usual reasons. There's not much her subordinates can do to stop her after all the political reforms she implemented on top of dismantling the ruling council. Can't blame her after Skreyja climbed to power and then locked her in a dungeon for 110 years and told everyone she was dead. The embassy says she'll meet you on the airstrip at Site-212-A on the 18th. Probably safe to expect the usual royal entourage after her most recent escapades. Judy From: Director Sherry Andrews, O5-01-03, Co-Director of Foundational Medical affairs, Co-director of Finnfolk Relations To: Judy Finch, Finnfolk Communications Re: Travel Plans Hi Judy, Thanks for the update. Stays between you and me, but this is what I was hoping might happen. That said, please make sure to relay to the embassy and concerned parties on the Finnfolk side a soft offer for someone else. I'm fairly certain Queen Aquailian will veto that, but it keeps our PR lines positive. Pet a Squid-cat for me next time you're out in the countryside. Sherry. +Transcribed performance log SCP-6700-TP-703 Hide Log Transcribed performance log SCP-6700-TP-703 Foreword: The following addenda contains the transcript of SCP-6700 performance 703 at the Atlantic Mural on 03/21/2021 and is accompanied by video recording of the performance.27 As of iteration 68 SCP-6700-04 has modified all text except the foreword into prose. This is a piece of my story. My long and difficult history. Much like this is only a part of this document, this story is only a piece of a larger story. It is a larger depiction of who or what I am, a window into the nature of a primordial goddess, entity, whatever other term you wish to refer to me as. Strap in. Like all good stories, this one has a beginning, in a sacred place known as Carnegie Hall, on a dark and stormy night… It was raining. It rains a lot in the concrete jungle of New York, especially in the springtime, but this was no ordinary rain. An early season hurricane was bearing down on the human city that never sleeps. As you can imagine, the two harried figures that stepped into Carnegie Hall were battered by the harsh winds and sheets of rain. The accompanying security personnel and royal guards that followed them inside struggled to get the heavy set doors to close, as thunder roared overhead. "Of all the days to have a stealth hurricane come barreling up the Atlantic coast. Bah." The figure on the right stepped into the lamplight as she spoke, the drawl of her southern accent bouncing off the marble. Lowering her hood, she derobed herself of the parka, which was now soaked with water. Deep maroon curls cascaded down her shoulders, framing fierce green eyes, her posture enveloping a cocky certainty. This was and is a member of the O5 council, Director Sherry Andrews. "At least the flight in wasn't bad." "I'm sorry, Director Andrews, but your metal birds are rickety and give my guards sickness." The second figure also stepped further into the hall, scrunching her shoulders close to her thin frame to give the illusion that she is smaller than she really is. Her voice is quiet and heavily accented with the strange mixed weight of Scottish and Norse pronunciations. She lowers her hood to reveal a human woman with tired but curious blue eyes and golden blonde hair. False skin slowly peels back, retracting into concealed cavities on the neck and shoulders, revealing golden-scaled flesh and finned ears. Her eyes pan the expansive lobby slowly, wide with wonder at a world that's completely foreign and yet familiar. This is Hege Aquailian, Queen of the Finnfolk. "I would prefer to travel by Kraken or Fisk." "Right, well I apologize your majesty." The Queen winced at 'your majesty", but Sherry continued, not having noticed. "It's a little hard to build a dock for your vehicles here without breaking the veil. So. What do you think?" Sherry asks casually, gesturing around to the lobby with a single open hand, a small smirk on her lips, walking further in, as Hege timidly follows. Hege stepped towards one of the square columns, gently rubbing a webbed finger along one of the bricks, standing on her toes to stretch further up the column. "This city, this temple reminds me of home. At the same time, it's alien and foreign. If I wasn't able to feel the shale of this column, I would believe you had plunged me into the dreamscape of the star sea." "That's actually marble." Director Andrews returns, smirking, as she turned back to face Hege in an articulated fashion that caused her coat tails to swing like a cape, hand on one hip. "…oh." Seconds tick past as Hege processed this, her lips tweaked upwards in a small wistful smile. "I think I shall like to construct a new library of this marble. Perhaps I shall borrow the architect responsible?" "That might be a little hard." Sherry says as the auditorium doors creaked open behind her. "Oh? Why, are they a very busy person?" An agent approached from the auditorium, glancing first with trepedation at the Royal guards, then the security personnel, and finally the two figures stopped and bantering. "In a manner of speaking. He's had quite a long appointment with the ground." Sherry pointed down at the floor, black and white tile shimmering in the light. "Oh, well I won't bother him then." Like many instances of humorous banter from two people who share such wildly different worlds, further exchange was interrupted by the bemused Foundation agent whose name is so wildly unimportant that it does not deserve mention here, beyond the fact that this agent existed.28 "Not to interrupt Director Andrews, your majesty, but we're ready for you." Prompting another wince from the fair Finnfolk. From here, our burgeoning spectators were lead into the performance chamber. At their feet, covering the entirety of the auditorium floor, the great Atlantic mural. Hege paused to admire the depiction of her ancestor, a quiet solemnness dimly twinkling in her eyes, before shifting her attention to the stage. The choir had already been ushered into their seats and were running through vocal warmups. At the same time the orchestra was practicing snippets of the performance soundtrack in order to warm up. The Actors, two Finnfolk and a human, practiced lines with each other as the stage director ushered stage hands to get the ultimately superfluous set pieces into place. You had to give them credit for their dedication, to humans not in the know, this ceremony almost certainly had to feel like nonsense.29 The conductor looked to the bemused O5 council-woman, bent at an angle and tapping on the glass of the quite large aquarium tank containing 30 squid, and quietly coughs. "Director Andrews… we are ready to begin." "Good, right. Let's begin then." She stood up, pretending to be completely innocent, as at least one guard rolled his eyes.30 She walked away from the tank of cephalopods, as they stared at her with vengeance in their eyes, and stood next to Hege, who in turn stood upon Teran's31 face.32 The conductor turned and raised his baton, and began to do… conductor things.33 Music filled the room, followed shortly by the audacious and disturbing sounds of bone crunching. Each actor on the stage began transmuting in appearance to fit the role they would be playing, flesh slurping and shifting, skin pulling taut. Lighting in the room shifted as fixtures on the ceiling shook and tore from their holsters, a terrible noise like bombs falling through the sky accompanied their plunge. Rather than destructively crashing into the floor, they plunged straight through the mural in a circular pattern all around Hege and Sherry, producing 'splooshes' as they vanished from sight. The O5 councilwoman took a step back with one foot, eyes wide, teeth clenched, caught off guard by the sudden reality shift and heavy falling objects. "Christ!" "This is marvelous! Look, causality is flowing away like a river." The Queen bounced in place, eyes sparkling as an ecstatic smile crossed her face. She pointed as the floor beneath their feet started to oscillate, the stone pushing up and down to form peaks and troughs, becoming more and more viscous until it was no longer stone, but instead the calm waves of an Ocean. The decorative architectural facing of the walls shook, and sunk slowly into the budding ocean. The ceiling of the auditorium rolled back like a retractable convertible roof, revealing an ancient and unfamiliar starry sky with a large orange moon hovering directly overhead. "I have only read of this in the texts. We are not going to watch, we are going to experience." "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. I feel a little nauseous personally. Type blues." Sherry grumbled, setting her feet slightly apart and moving her hand away from her side arm. The stage before them shook and rapidly began to sink, taking the orchestra pit and choir down with it as nearly everything vanished beneath the waves.34,35 "I've only ever read of the Kópr Herja, but we are about to experience it!" Triemedes does not sink with the stage and actors, instead a bireme rose out of the newly formed ocean beneath her feet, flourished with proto-nordic decorations. With the stage set, it was finally time for the star of the show to arrive. The stars in the sky above Hege and Sherry swirled in a sparkling array, dancing over the now submerged orchestra and choir. Light streamed down in spinning sprinkles, as a fragment36 of something was called forth in a shape that they could perceive, materializing on the boat next to Triemedes. Her tattoos swirled, pulsing from blue to teal to green like a flowing river of light across her skin. Her four yellow eyes opened and she spoke in a booming and harmonious voice raising her arms. "And so once more we are called to remember this great ta—" And then everything froze. Everything but Hege Aquailian and Sherry Andrews. "…erm." Sherry looked around, everything still, an eerie silence pervading the air. "Well, I don't think this is supposed to happen." She leaned down and scooped a handful of water up through cupped hands before gently moving them away.. The water stayed where she had lifted it, still molded to the shape of her hands. "Yeah definitely don't think this is supposed to happen." The Director stole a quick glance at the Finnfolk Queen, and she gestured at her own nose. "Your Majesty, your nose is bleeding." "I really don't like being… called that." Hege cupped a hand to her head, scaled brow wrinkling, using the other to wipe away the drip of maroon, staining her scales. "Eldr Seidr." She wobbled in place, eyes losing focus. "There's a lot of Seidr, magic. A lot of old magic." The Finnfolk Queen stabilized after a moment, wiping more blood from her nose and politely rejecting the steadying arm offered by Sherry. Awwww, someone is really sensitive to the Eldr Ways. A vague and shadowy outline moved just out of perception, tapping Sherry's shoulder. "Gah what the hell! That burns!" Sherry spun towards the source of the tap, gritting her teeth, to find nothing as the fabric of her blouse smoldered. Click echoed, Sherry's sidearm freed from its holster in a heartbeat. She glanced back to see Hege also holding her shoulder, robe singed. "Aldrnari, she's using a master rustic37 without drawing it in the air." Scales shifted, as the Queen's expression turned from surprise to concern her posture changing to a more fluid stance, feet set apart, arms moving in small arcs. She tapped her foot onto the wavetops, swiftly drawing Svell. In a flash the waves froze outward from the point of contact, spikes jutting up out of the ice. "Oooooh! You've really improved a lot!" "Can you tell where the magic is coming from?" Sherry slowly swiveled back towards Hege, scanning the endless ocean horizon around them side arm aimed, eyes narrowed, teeth set. "No, its as if her magic is everywhere." Dark silhouettes moved through the spike columns, the ice melting at their touch, staying just out of sight. Contact is made again with both Sherry and Hege, singing the air with the odor of burning fabric. "Ah!" escaped the Queen's lips in a yelp, eyes screwing shut. She spins on her toes, but the shadows are gone again. "Fucking gods dammit!" Sherry whipped the pistol around, only to swivel again when light bent oddly in the corner of her eyes around the ice. "What do you mean everywhere, like we're inside of -04?" "Yes." Hege responded, eyes simmering with determination. She fluidly dragged her digits through the air, static building around her fingertips, drawing Elding to completion. A hand drew up, catching the symbol fully in her palm, and then extended both arms wide as it sunk into her skin, invoking a full body shudder. Her palms flew together, a thunderous boom emanating from the collision in a sonic wave, splitting ice spikes in two. With resistance, she drew them back apart apart, electricity crackling as it jumped back and forth from hand to hand. Crack a devestating chain of bouncing lightning seared through the air, bouncing from spike to spike, and instantly melting them, but failing to catch any of the shadows. Sherry looked over her shoulder at Hege, anger just barely concealed on her face…"Yes? What do you mean yes?" "We are inside of her." "Oh." Sherry swiveled again, scowling as a silhouette vanished into the waves, sticking its tongue out in mockery. "Yes." "Just dandy. I should have brought a Scranton Anchor." A speloosh interrupted further commentary, and they both swiveled. Sherry's gun aimed and finger on the trigger, as Hege used the motion of both her arms and legs to half draw another rustic in the air. They saw the Bireme rapidly vanish beneath the wavetops. A giggle echoed from every direction. "Shit. Can you get us out of here with your thaumaturgy." "In theory." Hege responded, scaled brow wrinkling, biting her lip, starting to draw í því. "You don't sound too confident. Can't be difficult to get us back to where we were, right?" The director glanced at Hege, lips pursed. "There are three problems." She stops, letting the symbols fall away. The O5 Councilwoman glanced in her direction."Ok?" "Her magic is stronger." Hege backed up towards Sherry until they are back to back, worry starting to etch into her scales. "What's the second problem?" "We haven't moved. We are still on the mural." "Oh." She focused her aim down the sites, using the reflection of one of the ice spikes to pick out the shape of an approaching silhouette. "What's the third problem?" "We are hemmed in by a bounded field." A pause, as Hege glanced over her shoulder at Sherry's weapon. "How is your aim?" The sting of a burning touch seared into both their shoulders. In a flash, Sherry spun, aiming over Hege's shoulder and fired at the silhouette… only for a stream of water to come out of the muzzle, for you see, the side arm had become a super soaker. "Come now, weapons meant to kill are entirely unnecessary, we're just having a little fun." "GAH!" Her face twisted in irritaiton, and she threw away the now harmless device which spelooshed into the water and froze under the ice. "Doesn't really matter how my aim is against a type blue!" Sherry turned in the direction of the silhouette. " Stop playing games, come out and tell us what you want!" Everything stopped once more, as Sherry's pressing question echoed out over the water on towards the horizon. Alva Prime rose slowly out of the ocean behind them, effortlessly. "I wanted to have a little bit of fun before we got serious and needed to test and make sure they were worth my time. You really can't blame me for that.". Hege and Sherry both froze, and turned slowly towards her, taking her in.38 One could almost smell the fear emanating from them both. Hege fell to her knees and bowed her head, muttering hushed prayers. "Blessed be the Mither, blessed be I to be in her presence, and blessed be I to receive all advice and assistance she may lend." Alva Prime laughed softly, looking between them, and then back to Hege with affection in her eyes. "Child, you do realize I am right here do you not? There is no need to give thanks in prayer." A long pause and an awkward quiet filled the air before Hege rose slowly, shakily, avoiding eye contact. Alva's four-eyed gaze drifted to Dr. Andrews. "I can see all those little questions dancing around in your eyes." A smile, as she held her arms wide. "I think I've played with you long enough to answer a few questions before the performance time limit hits." Sherry and Hege simply stared at Alva Prime, the former's jaw hanging slightly slack, confusion and caution etched into the lines of her forehead, the latter with a sense of wonder and reverence dancing through her eyes. "What's this? Fisher cat got your tongues? Perhaps a more familiar setting will help." She clapped her hands together. The ice covering the wavetops rapidly melted as the waves steadily became more and more viscous, solidifying into cool black and white tiles beneath their feet, spreading out into infinity. Sections of tile lifted out of the ground on four sides, rising to a 90 degree angle and forming four solid, bleak walls. A section of one wall was cut, as if with invisible scissors, with two rectangular boxes, one large, and one small, forming a door and a window. Liquid glass flowed into the large hole. The starry sky vanished as absorbent ceiling material rolled across the top of the walls. Air rushed inwards and with a neat little "pop" two chairs, a table, and a recording device appeared. Roughly thirty seconds of stunned silence passed as Alva Prime glanced between them awaiting questions. It was fairly obvious by the twitch of Sherry Andrew's jaw that she was internally debating whether or not to forgo professionalism just to ask "What the fuck?". "If neither of you have questions, I can send you back to watch the play. I promise, it's a very good story." Following an overly dramatic and exasperated sigh, Alva started to bring her hands together again in a clapping motion to dismiss the room. "No! No." Their voices rang out in unison, as they exchanged a look before Sherry added on, "Neither of us are really used to… reality shifts. Plus you came at us pretty hard. In our previous attempts to talk with you, you weren't quite so aggressive." "Using Aldrnari without drawing the signs and then making continual contact with us without burning us to cinders was very startling." Childlike excitement returning to Hege's voice as she paused. "And also impressive." The fragment's lips curved up into a mischevious grin, rocking on her heels, glancing mostly at the Finnfolk Queen. "Oh believe me child, you'll be able to, sooner rather than later, without signs that is." Her golden, unreadable eyes turned back to The Director. "Oh that was all quite intentional." Another smile as she gestured with one hand, the other behind her back. "I couldn't very well pass up the opportunity to have a little fun with two very very interesting candidates. You can't expect a goddess to just roll over and start talking to you without first testing that you're worth her time. Now, questions, I know you've got them, you know you've got them, you know that I know that you've got them." Sherry composed herself, raising and lowering both hands, taking a deep breath. "I suppose the best place to start is to ask, what are you?" "Ooooooh coming out swinging with the hard questions first." Alva leaned back in the chair, and snapped a finger. Star light swirled inwards towards her hand gradually shaping into the jagged edges of a puzzle piece, floating above her palm. Another slightly differently shaped piece appeared above her other hand. "The easiest way for you to comprehend this is to use the allegory of a puzzle. I am the result of two puzzle pieces combining, each individual pieces." She lifts the piece in her right hand. "One represents the Mural that we are floating above. The other," She lifted the other piece. "Represents all the moving parts that go into this ritual, this performance you put on. When they are brought together, they let me manifest. That make sense?" Hege bit her lower lip, looking between the pieces as they moved together, interlocking and glowing with blueish-green light. "I think so. You are fragmented and each time we have performed this ritual, we make you whole, and powerful enough to affect causal flux?" "Not precisely whole, Glyden elskan. It is more complicated than that." Alva prime snapped her fingers again and more puzzle pieces appeared fitting together into a large section of roughly 100-200 pieces. "What you can think of me as is a seed. A seed that she planted." She pointed at larger fragment of the puzzle. Another snap, and starlight streamed inwards forming an acorn. "She took the parts of herself that became me, and seeded one in these murals, and the other in a ritual that your people used to honor me, her, and made it so that when you perform this ritual around these murals, it eases your existence." The smaller puzzle fragment splits apart, and a storm appeared above it. She used a motion of her hand to bring them together again which causes it to dissipate. "Right so, when everything is brought together, you diminish storms, and all the other things that are indicated in your documentation, as well as being able to alter causality to do things like edit our documentation. So she's the actual goddess and you're a fragment, but when you're active you can do everything she can?" Sherry indicates the smaller fragment again, and then the bigger fragment. Alva prime leaned back in the chair as she spoke, and kicked her feet up on the table, before her brow wrinkled. "The limit of what I can do is dissipate the storms, improve harvests, food supplies, and help with disease when I'm brought together. I can only alter reality around the mural and only for the three or so hours that the performance takes." A pause as she held up too many fingers, more fingers than a hand should have, counting. "It is hours right? I find human units of time confusing since I woke at the beginning of the universe, and time doesn't flow the same for her." The interview room collapsed revealing an endless landscape of floating and ticking clocks, which then one by one fell apart and dissolved into an infinite dark void, where the only light was a small incredibly dense ball of light beneath them which radiated heat. Sherry clutched the bottom of her chair, her fingers turning red as she held on for dear life through causal morphing, managing through gritted teeth. "Yes, it's hours." In contrast, Hege's entire attention remained on Alva Prime, leaning forward in her seat, hanging on every word. It was quickly apparent that she regretted the decision to not bring a seascroll to take notes on. "Oh please, unclench, there's no gravity here. You aren't going to fall. Also, to what you said about her being whole. The larger piece of the puzzle that seeded me, is in turn a fragment herself." She indicated the larger puzzle fragment again, This time, the words are bitter, and the burning orb below flared with light and heat. One by one, an enormous collection of puzzle pieces, tens of thousands of them, manifested in the void and fit together, bit by bit. Only a small section is left incomplete. "Oh." Hege and Sherry said in unison. Eyes wide they watched the many swirling pieces fit together into a nebulous shape that resembled the physical shape of the woman in front of her, with one of the four yellow orbs missing. "Ayyup." She kicked her feet up on the table again.39 "I've of course been dancing around the substance of your real question. You want to know what I really am? But that's an impossible question, because I, no, we don't know." She snapped a finger and twinkling lights popped into existence forming into the shape of gods of many different pantheons. "The closest thing in terminology would be to call us a "Goddess" but that really isn't accurate, because the gods/goddesses weren't primordial beings that were here before the universe even burst its pod." The chairs and table dissolved from under them, and Sherry let out a yelp, flailing her limbs as she spun from the motion. Hege grabbed her arm and steadied her, floating like a natural.40 "Swim with me, child!" Alva prime laughed with and swam towards the hot orb, a finger bipping the surface, initiating a flash of intense light as the ball rapidly began to expand, out, out, out until it passed through both Hege and Sherry, gas swirling around them as if flowing on a great river current. "The universe, and the parallel astral plane are absolute concepts. They exist, and simply are." Everything sucked back inwards until the ball was a tiny speck again. Alva 'swims' toward what must be a flower bud, a coccoon, a seed, all of these things. Hege follows, an emphatic smile on her lips, pulling the bewildered Sherry along with broad breast strokes.41 "In turn, we are also an absolute concept, we exist whether the universe does or not, whether it has begun, or still awaits birth." She indicates the entity in the chamber. "Our whole is omniscient, omnipotent, and before we could light entire galaxies with the touch of a single finger." The ball of heat and light exploded outward once more, streaks of hot burning gas swirling everywhere as the first atoms began to cool around them."You said you awoke at the beginning of it all? What did you do? I guess, did you want, did you feel, did you think?" "I didn't say I awoke, though I may have planted that thought by accident." A wink, as the flower bud blooms, opening. The figure within, slowly sat up, yawning, and rubbed one of four eyes, before lighting up with Joy as she burst from her place of slumber, swimming through the gas. Alva Prime follows, Hege and Sherry swimming after, as the primordial goddess span through the vacuum, soundlessly laughing, circling inwards and stopping to watch with wonder as gas swirled into an ever tighter spinning orb, before it ignited beneath the flame of nuclear fusion, birthing the first star. Alva spoke again, her voice dreamy and far off. "My memories of the earliest days are fuzzy… we lost much in the chaining, but the birth of the first star was not one of them." "This is incredible." The Queen said quietly to The Director, blue eyes shimmering in the light of the newly born star. "This is more than incredible. We are bearing witness to the birth of the universe. No one is ever going to believe us." Sherry returned, mouth agape. Alva Prime simply laughed, and spun in place, languishing in the nostalgia and exhilaration of the moment. Several minutes of wonder passed, as they followed the newly awakened primordial being across space and time, bearing witness to the birth of the first galaxies from the touch of her fingertips. Finally, Sherry managed to break the wonderous stupor of the experience to resume the purpose of them being here. "I… you mentioned that you're not capable of altering causality outside of mural space. If that's true, and you're not playing a game of trickery, then who keeps changing our documentation? We have tried every measure at our disposal to counter further changes, and all have failed." The Goddess fragment paused to consider the question. "If not me, then it may be the piece of us that seeded me, the larger fragment. She was asleep for a long time, but recently woke, and her memories that are backshared to us have started flowing again.". "The larger fragment. She's the one I'm descended from, isn't she?" The Queen bit her lip as she asked, and Alva Prime turned to face her. "Where is she now?" The four eyed after-image laughed and then clapped a hand. Starlight flowed into her palms and she blew on the condensed particles, sending them scattering into the scaled down shape of a large and familiar magitech-mechanical crab. "She's there, under the 'containment' of your compatriot here, mostly of her own choosing." She looks to The Director. "She's using an old hat, but familiar name Alva Móðir." Sherry Andrews promptly turned quite pale. "That explains quite a lot." A multi-colored space whale flew past, drawing Sherry's gawking gaze. "I think I'll have to arrange an interview." "I should like to have… a really long conversation with her as well, if you would arrange that?" Hege asks as another whale swam past. "Uh sure… I'll arrange that. She looked up at the starry endless ceiling taking a deep breath. Hege turned back to Alva Prime, treading the emptiness of the void as if she were swimming in water. "Uhm, the fragment that you came from took a name, did you have one when you awoke from your slumber?" Hege asked, as time advances. "No. We were never so vain as to name ourselves, nor was there anything or anyone there at the beginning to title us. However, your people," she said, reaching out across the void, arm stretching impossibly far to gently poke Hege who follows the approaching finger and resists the temptation to bite at it, "were the first to give me a name. A fitting and simple name." Alva Prime then looked at Hege as if she were a mother having a conversation with a daughter who has made her immensely proud. Hege's solemn gaze breaks into a small warm smile. "I'm glad that we could do that for you." Sherry glanced between them, eyebrows half raised, and interjects. "Erm, so all the representations, and what you look like right now are all really human based… are they your true shape? Like, is this what you actually look like?" A laugh escaped her lips. In a flash flesh began to bubble and twist, inflating outwards, dozens of eyes pushing out into many yellow orbs of flesh, hundreds of legs, claws, tentacles, spheres, all centered around four terrible but kind yellow spheres. Instant regret flashed across Sherry's face, in addition to a yelp. As quickly as she changed, she returned to normal. A moment of recovery passed, before Hege asked a question. "I understand why the uh, larger you, seeded you… but why are you a fragment of her, and not a fragment of the whole? That's where I'm lost… and maybe I don't know the history as well as I should." Alva sighed, and clapped her hands together as the landscape changed again back to the split open cocoon where she sleeps. Shadow figures quietly approached, horrible dark chains grasped in their many undefined limbs. "Who i-" Hege was interrupted by the gruesome wrapping of chains around The Progenitor's sleeping form, waking her violently but far too slowly to prevent the gleaming orbs and undulating chains of malice from searing into her astral flesh as she silently screamed. The chainmaker cowered behind the other figures, hooking the ends of each link into the great crushing voids of many event horizons, pinning her. "Awful, horrible. I can't even imagine. Ugh." Now fully bound, she still managed to wrap inconceivably many great limbs around the great eel as it attempted to drain her thoughts, and ripped his mind from his essence and cast it into the great maw where it was obliterated, leaving him a spineless, empty, hungry husk. In the final moments as the chainmaker desperately wound his horrible implements around the great void, she managed to rip one of infinitely many limbs from her body, and flung it into the void. Alva prime swam after it, Hege and Sherry following. Hege attempted to find words, she really did, but none would come. Nothing could describe the horrible sorrow in her heart at this cruel act. "These other shadows, these monsters, they are like you? Were there others? Friends?" "There were 13 of us at the beginning." A series of intense images sprung into being as they swam after the floating arm.42,43,44,45,46,47 "Ok. OK! Jesus, my brain can't handle all of that at once." Alva simply shrugged as they swam. "You asked." "Which one is the chainmaker?" Hege asked, swimming alongside a pod of winged serpents. The serpents scattered as the menacing shadows streaked behind still, chasing the arm. The arm slowly took on the familiar four eyed humanoid shape. "#13." She said bitterly. "He's the only one who has never set foot on your planet." "With all due respect, and to get off the topic of primordial gods that make my brain want to scream, why Earth? Why not some other planet?" Sherry asked, trying her damndest to ignore the shadows behind them. She laughed sadly. "Are you wondering if there is something special about your world? If there is something incidentally important that lead me here?" She paused to consider as they chased the goddess fragment through the cosmos. The shape of a familiar galaxy approached, faster and faster, then a spiral arm, and then a nebula. Then rocketing past Pluto, then Neptune, then Uranus, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, the Moon, and finally, the blue speck as the goddess fragment smashed into Earth, over what will become the Yucatan Penninsula. "I would love to tell you that all of this was because your little blue planet was of grave importance, that these primordial beings came here because they revered or reviled your existence. But it's not. It's because they fear us, even in our fragmented and bound state, they fear what we are, they fear what we can do." She turned in the air towards Sherry and Hege, as the shockwave spread across Earth's surface, the great monstrous entities hovering above it, waiting. "And they are right to be afraid, because we will personally savage and grind the nine who bound us in those cursed chains into oblivion." Her arms raise, held wide. Seven enormous pillars of molten earth and boiling water reached into space from below, as the chainmaker hung farther back around the moon, and then fled as seven of his conspirators are dragged towards the planet's surface. There's an extended moment of silence, where a pen could drop and be as loud as an airplane. The redhead glanced down at her watch, noting the time and that they have about 20 minutes until the performance ends in the split causality, "We only have a few more minutes and I have so many questions, but there are some really important ones to ask first." Alva Prime looked to her with tired yellow eyes, waiting. "Why the Glyden Barn? What about them is so special, why is it always them who defeats Teran in your scripts, that breaks the chains that bind you? Why is it them that saves the us, the veil, and Earth. Why not someone else?" She gently clapped her hands together, and time sped up immensely fast. The sun and moon blurred in the sky as they rocketed forward in time, coming to a sudden and slightly nauseating halt over the Islands of Orkney. "5000 years ago, we stood with the Finnfolk at the battle of Orkney, where fought that bastard Teran. We expended so much energy that we were forced to slumber for 4900 years… and even with the fully realized potential of my partner and mother of my child, we only just barely sealed Teran." A long pause, as she gathered her breath, half choking. "But she gave herself to keep him sealed, because it wasn't enough to keep him down." Triemedes is visible below giving a past version of Alva one last hug, before a great purple orb of light enveloped her, and she ripped through time and space out of view. "And she still wasn't able to hold him. And now the Orkney seal is a ticking time bomb. Only a daughter of mine who can access all of me, chained or not, can do what you need. That is why the Glyden Barn is so important. Only they can slay Teran, sever my chains, and save your world." "Will… you tell us who it is? Who the Glyden Barn will be… is it destined to be my child, or a future child?" Hege asked softly, earnestly, unconsciously making herself small. "That might be beyond what she's able to say your maj-" a pause. "Hege." She gently placed a hand on the Finnfolk's shoulder as the three of them drifted down and set foot on the flat earth of the Orkney landscape. Alva Prime gently brought her hands together and placed fingers to her lips, rocking on her heels before folding her fingers inwards and pointing at Hege, softness in her golden eyes. "Oh child. You haven't figured it out yet? Think of all the suffering you've been through. Nearly burning alive in the royal library." The environment shifted around them to the raging inferno of the Royal Library as Hege is dragged from the rubble by a strange four eyed aquatic feline. Sherry looked around, eyes wide. "Locked in a dark dungeon, hungry, tired, cold and alone for more than a century." Another shift in perspective to a dark, dank, and narrow cell with only the glow of dim rustic that a younger Hege had drawn in the sand. "To watching your people be savaged, brutalized, and devastated due to the actions of your captor. Yet you endured, confronted your demons in the sands of Libya, and lead your people with intelligence, integrity, and courage beyond compare into a new golden age of knowledge and growth." Alva points again. "You are the Glyden Barn, and you are… destined to do many great things my child." Hege looked down, balling her fists before unclinching them. Her brow wrinkled as she looked back up, confusion and conflicted emotion in her eyes. "I-I-I'm the Glyden Barn?" She takes a step slightly back, and looks down again before up, voice cracking. "But I don't even… feel like a Queen. I've been weak, helpless, and nothing I do feels as if it is right or strong. I can't be here. She's a hero and I'm simply not." Alva Prime's eyes softened. "Oh child. Even Gilgamesh didn't reach Enkidu in the underworld in four years. You are loved, and you will be loved, and will love. Doubt is natural, but you are you and everything will work out."48 Sherry gently placed a supporting hand on Hege's shoulder, as the Queen looked down again at her hands, processing and holding back tears. "We're running up on time… and I only have one more question." Sherry said softly. "Why us? Why of all the attempts to ask you anything meaningful, you decide to respond to us. I mean, besides the obvious of her being the Glyden Barn. Alva Prime's eyes started watering. "Well. Sherry Andrews, O5-01-03. Just as Hege Aquailian has endured hardship you have as well. Orphaned by parents you'll never know, manipulated by and deceived by a man you considered a friend and a mentor. You've rose in spite of every challenge, every roadblock. I admire perseverence and genuine kindness in humans, even if your species has caused me more trouble than I care to remember." There's a long pause as she wiped her eyes. "Besides, I owe you a monumental debt of gratitude." Sherry blinked three times, glancing at her watch, a minute and 30 seconds left. "Huh!? What, why?" Alva Prime smiled, and slowly changed shape until she had taken on the form of Astrid the Kind, former Queen of the Finnfolk. "Because, you gave me an opportunity I didn't get with my first child, who was carted to safety and grew up, ruled, and died before I woke from slumber." She stepped forward and stood in front of Hege, looking at her once more in the way only a proud and loving mother can. She hugged her. "You could have brought any Finnfolk scholar, but you brought my second daughter. You gave me three hours to be a mom for the first time." The goddess cried, tears dripping onto the floor behind hege, tragically beautiful flowers sprouting at their feet. "I just wish I had more ti-" Then, without a bang, without a flash, she was simply gone, as causality peeled back to normal. Hege Aquailian, Queen of the Finnfolk found herself in Carnegie hall next to O5-01-03 Sherry Andrews, with tears streaming down her face, legs trembling. Security personnel and Royal guards suddenly rushed to them. "Mom?" End Log Epilogue. The following note was translated from Finnfolk nordic script and was left for Queen Aquailian with instructions to open on her 170th birthday.49 Sweet Hege, my little scholar I don't want to say goodbye, because it'll be hard for you to understand. And it's even harder with what I know is to come. I've been sick for a long time. Staying awake is getting hard. I don't want to go. Why does this keep happening? You've grown so quickly these past few years. And I see it in your eyes, the curiosity, the desire for adventure. "Móðir, does the Mither still love us?" You asked me yesterday. I almost told you everything. And then I cried. You are the greatest gift I have given to this world. Every day you make me proud. And in the days to come, you will doubt yourself. You will not know if you are right for this. But you are. Gods you are. I want to give you everything. But I can't even give you another week. And it shatters my heart. Maybe someday, you'll see me again. And we'll be able to [unreadable script for two lines] I love you Hege. And I'm sorry for leaving. Mom +Show the Footnotes Hide the footnotes Footnotes 1. Unless you're doing that silly in medias res thing. 2. But first, a beauracratic report. 3. June and December 21st. 4. March and September 21st. 5. I wrote 95 notes on napkins once for how to deal with this. Do you think they made it to Dr. Young on the other side of the Pacific yet? 6. This figure is colloquially referred to by the Finnfolk as "The Mother" "The Queen of the Star Sea", "Squid Mother", "Queen of Krakens", or "The Mother of all Crustaceans". 7. A race of thaumaturgically advanced aquatic hominids closely related to humans with fins along the lower limbs, scales, gills, and cavities in the neck, pelvis, and shoulders which store deployable skin layers that allow Finnfolk to protect themselves from drying out. 8. Biological organisms are so weird. Did you know they had those before I even got here? Who approved this, I want to speak to the manager. 9. A series of anomalous conflicts that began in 3101 B.C. with the destruction of the Finnfolk moving island of Hildaland and the crystalline city of Finnfolkaheem. The Finnfolk subtribe of the Finnfolk was mostly annhilated with the destruction of Finnfolkaheem. Their remnants would become the ruling class of Finnfolk society. History of the Finnfolk, a liberal interpretation. 10. An anomalous conflict which has not yet come to pass. 11. In certain historical records and mythological retellings of SCP-6700 Triemedes is mistaken for a fierce Warrior Queen of the Amazons, a Valkyrie, or a Daevite high priestess. 12. These epithets consist of "Glyden Barn", "Witch-Queen of the Finnfolk", "The Awakened Mage Queen", "Child of the Mither". 13. Further information is classified as a part of Operation HIGH TIDE. 14. Changes to Causality alter reality states, usually via imagination and physical shaping. In more understandable terms, I manipulate space and time by the astral plane. No, not like those type blues, I used it for puzzles. 15. Did you see the penis I drew on his face in Athens? Good stuff. 16. I wish I had more control over this. Hurting all those creatures makes me very sad. 17. Wait… 18. Another name for the Mediterranean Sea. 19. Which was totally ripped off by On The Road Again. 20. Níð Ergi. 21. Which appears to have inspired squints League of Legends? 22. Not to be confused with the Disney musical number from the movie Hercules, which appears to have been directly inspired by this part of SCP-6700. I think you can see the theme going on here. 23. Unrelated to the political musical of the same name. No not Hamilton, the other one. 24. References have been removed as a part of OPERATION: HIGH TIDE. 25. Symbols and characters from the Finnfolk language which carry significant thaumaturgic channeling capabilities. 26. You could call it a Level 5 decision. 27. A high quality camera was not present for this performance, and log trace files indicate that this MP4 file originated from containment cells within SCP-4700-01. 28. Before you ask, no I have not undone causality to remove them. They still exist. 29. Am I insulting my choice of celebration and power gathering through storytelling? Why yes. Yes I am. 30. What happened to this guard I hear you ask? Nothing! He's drinking beers with the squids down the street at the dock pub. Yes that one. 31. My rival, my bitter enemy, who at the beginning was born in hatred and malice from a celestial bubble and blamed me for all of creation. So much hate did he hold for me that we fought in the throes of the void, inspiring the Tattered Scarlett to conspire with the Chainmaker to bind me in the darkness as I slept. 32. Really the only way Teran should be treated is by stamping feet into his face. 33. Look if you expected me to tell an elegant and accurate story all the way through without skimping on the unimportant details for the sake of getting to the good bits, you're reading documentation about the wrong Trickster goddess. Who do you think I am, Mekhane? 34. It's important to note at this point that certain instruments remained visible, mostly Tuba bells and bassoons. Have fun with that mental image. 35. The Choir and Orchestra were also completely unbothered by the fact that they were suddenly submerged in an ocean. It's almost like they weren't even aware! 36. Who I will refer to as Alva Prime for reasons that will become apparent later. 37. Symbols and words in the Finnfolk language derived from marks of power that I created so that Triemedes could wield my power to save her people. 38. Some Finnfolk and humans say that I'm physically beyond compare. I'm amused, as physicality has nothing to do with it. 39. It's rather unclear when she took her feet off the table, perhaps it was a trick of the light, or in that moment she had many legs, most of them definitely not human. All the same, it was very disturbing. 40. "She is a Finnfolk after all." 41. Inside, through a transluscent astral coating is The Progenitor. 42. She appears first, standing tall and proud without chains. Colorful scriptic text in green appears next to her. The Progenitor, first and eldest of those descended from the astral plane. Stripped of power by star filled chains. The one they fear. 43. Second came a terrible figure, tall and masculine, angry and wielding a great trident with purple and blue tattoos swirling across his form. Purple text appeared next to him: The Tyrant, master of unbridled hate, envious of mortal life, conjurer of unholy storms. Sealed beneath the watching stones underneath the Orkney sky. 44. Third a great thing made of gears and metal came into focus, twitching with every second. Gold text appears next to them Clockworks, founder of machine and gears, metal of heart. Forever broken by a war with her lover. 45. Fourth came the Dragon of flesh, great devourer of worlds, who trailed life on that which they did not eat. Next to them in brown text Trapped within the heart of his lover. Feared, revered, and hated by those shapers of flesh, for its unbridled power. 46. Fifth came a starfish with five terrible arms stretching into every conceivable direction. 47. Sixth came one of carnal sin, and terrible pain. In red text next to them it read The red shah upon the sands around that great place at the end of the world. Imprisoned before time itself, his red threads worming their way into that once great place of Alagadda, rending its parting. 48. "I promised I wouldn't cry. This is a mortal thing. I promised I wouldn't cry." 49. March 22nd, 2021 50. Did you honestly think you were safe? Think again land lubber. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6700" by DrBleep, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6700. 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: Mither.jpeg Name: مینیاتور- استاد فرشچیان Author: Mah Ta License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-6701 | esoteric-class | close Info X Images in this article can be enlarged by hovering over. Item #: SCP-6701 Special Containment Procedures: After several failed attempts to contain SCP-6701, it was deemed uncontainable. All images of SCP-6701 created by satellites or other spatial equipment are to be intercepted and deleted by the Foundation AI Binary Star after successfully uploading them to the Foundation's database. Class B or C amnestics may be administered to civilians if deemed necessary. Objects that were inscribed with thaumaturgic runes may not be used again after their neutralization until further notice. Description: SCP-6701 is a Foundation-made wooden swallow toy created to entertain a young humanoid anomaly at Site-47. After its creation, it breached containment and turned into a bright unidentified object flying through space. Due to the involvement of the humanoid anomaly, its containment breach has been retold as a bedtime story wherein Foundation personnel have described SCP-6701 as both a shooting star and a phoenix. As of writing, both have been deemed plausible by Foundation AI Binary Star. It is unknown if SCP-6701 is sentient or possesses any other kind of anomalous capabilities. Discovery: Andrew Scriver, a Level 3 handyman on Site-47, occasionally volunteered to make objects for anomalies and D-Class on site. On 2 August 2020, after using a carving bench, Mr. Scriver went to the nearest workshop for some cogs and other materials to make machinery to complete the construction of SCP-6701. At the time, Site-47 was temporarily reusing neutralized objects that previously were inscribed with thaumaturgic runes in the experimental phase of a possible global waste and resource plan. Upon finishing the toy, it flew away from his hand and through the ceiling. An internal investigation revealed that several small thaumaturgic objects were accidentally mixed up with scrap metal. The personnel responsible were reprimanded and disciplined for breaking numerous safety protocols. Personnel trying to retrieve SCP-6701. After informing the guards, the anomaly was deemed out of range for aerial retrieval with standard equipment.1 Instead, retrieval teams in a radius of 2 km were dispatched and Mr. Scriver was taken inside for interrogation. SCP-6701 maintained its course and began to accelerate to speeds impossible for its anatomy. Retrieval by plane was ordered by Site Director Meyx but before any aircraft had set off, SCP-6701 had broken the sound barrier and reached Mach 1.2 Because SCP-6701 was still accelerating and now under the influence of several celestial mechanics including the Coriolis effect3, a stealth jet flew out instead. SCP-6701 spontaneously combusted when it left the troposphere and not soon after breached Mach 3. The mission was aborted as personnel could not keep up with its speed nor altitude. Instead, the focus shifted towards the prevention of public discovery. Occasionally, SCP-6701 is detected by Foundation equipment flying at a faster pace than in its previous observation. The humanoid anomaly was given a handcrafted telescope with several anti-cognitohazardous lenses after approval of Site Director Meyx. Footnotes 1. Mostly consisting of drones or unmanned flying objects with nets. 2. One Mach (M) is equal to 330 m/s, 1188 km/h, or 761.21 mph. 3. The Coriolis effect can be defined as the deflection in the pattern of an object that is not connected to the surface for a significant period of time caused by the rotation of the Earth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6701" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6701. 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: Blackbird.jpg Name: Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird.jpg Author: USAF / Judson Brohmer Date: December 1994 License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional info: This is a photo of the U.S. Air Force and U.S. Federal Government. |
SCP-6702 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-6702 - Still Raining By Nightingale_FZ Even after so long, I still love you. Item #: SCP-6702 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6702 has neutralized itself. This document is kept as a record and backup. No further containment is required. Description: SCP-6702 is a lake. Constant moderate rain falls on the area covered by the lake; however, the water level of the lake does not rise as a result as would be expected. When a human subject enters SCP-6702, an optical phenomenon will appear within the rain, mostly forming a clear image. These images can be captured by photographic devices. The existence of the events depicted in these images, as well as the links to the experimental subject, are currently being researched. Addendum: SCP-6702 Photography Record Subject: D-0321 Observed image: The subject and an elderly woman sharing a reunion dinner1 Notes: The woman in the image has been confirmed to be D-0321's mother. However, the two people in the image have never been alone with each other on the eve of Chinese New Year. Subject: D-0914 Observed image: The subject driving on a public road in the middle of heavy rain. Notes: The subject refused to explain the contents of the image. Subject: Agent Gercery Observed image: The subject surrounded by four young women. He embraces all four women and kisses them. Notes: The object showed anxiety. The Foundation has determined that Agent Gercery is faithful husband and has never had an affair. Subject: D-1115 Observed image: The subject is beaten by multiple people in a corner. Notes: D-1115 had been assaulted by a love rival and associates, but stated that the assailants in the image were not his love rival. Subject: D-5202 Observed image: The subject is singing on a stage. The wooden floor collapses and the audience is visible through the hole. At the same time there is a lot of cash spilling from the ceiling. Notes: D-5202 was formerly a musician. Subject: Dr. Bruce Observed image: The subject is being married. The bride's veil is being lifted. Notes: Dr. Bruce expressed satisfaction at the image. Subject: Researcher Angela Observed image: The subject is sitting on a bench, kissing a man with his face blurred out. Notes: Researcher Angela expressed satisfaction at the image. Subject: Dr. Bruce Observed image: The rain curtain shatters and no image is revealed. Notes: The subject expresses bewilderment, anger, fear, sadness and calm in rapid succession. Subject: Researcher Angela2 Observed image: Researcher Angela is killed34。 Notes: A ship sails out on its own5. Subject: Dr. Bruce Observed image: Dr. Bruce shoots three bullets. The first kills Researcher Angela6, the second kills himself, and the third [REDACTED]. Notes: The subject remains silent. Subject: Dr. Bruce Observed image: Researcher Angela smiles7. Note 1: Researcher Angela is already dead8. Note 2: The subject remains silent. Subject: Dr. Bruce Observed image: Dr. Bruce sinks in the lake. A hand reaching out from the water signals "3". The image pans down to beneath the water's surface, showing the subject kneeling on the corpse of a woman9. Notes: The subject remains silent. Subject: Dr. Bruce Observed image: Researcher Angela10. Notes: The subject remains silent, and is [DATA EXPUNGED] after leaving SCP-6702. Subject: [Dead] Observed image: [Dead] is being married. The bride11's veil is being lifted. Notes: Please forgive me. Addendum: SCP-6702 Neutralization Record Subject: The rain of the one thousand ninety-fifth day12. Observed image: The rain of the first day13. Notes: The rain stopped14. Footnotes 1. A dinner held on the eve of the Chinese New Year, meant to symbolize family unity and usher in the new year. 2. This experiment has been formatted due to the effect of a reality-affecting phenomenon. 3. in all senses. 4. synchronized with reality. 5. Everything has changed. 6. [WARNING: DATA ANOMALY DETECTED] 7. [WARNING: DATA ANOMALY DETECTED] 8. on the brink of death, in the world of thoughts. 9. [WARNING: DATA ANOMALY DETECTED] 10. [WARNING: DATA ANOMALY DETECTED] 11. [WARNING: DATA ANOMALY DETECTED] 12. The day we parted for good. 13. The day we first met. 14. I still love you. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6702" by Nightingale_FZ, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6702. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. |
SCP-6703 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-6703 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6703 is to be contained within a standard humanoid cell within the Low-Danger Sector of the Humanoid Containment wing of Site-17. The standard furnishings in the cell are to be replaced by closely analogous pieces of furniture that have no sharp corners or edges, the bed must rest lower to the ground, and the floor is to be covered in carpeting. SCP-6703 must be provided with padded clothing covering the whole body, and is not permitted to be in a room that is not staffed with personnel educated in first aid. Should any implants within the body of SCP-6703 fall into disrepair, they are to be replaced under the guidance of Dr. Ben Palmer. Irrelevant, see addenda. Description: SCP-6703 is the cadaver of Eileen Sinclair, who died due to a head-on collision at age 27. It appears to have retained no explicit memories prior to reanimation. SCP-6703’s anomalous properties are limited to postmortem animation, enabled by anomalous prosthetic implants bearing design similarities to prosthesis produced by various other GOIs, as well as other designs that seem proprietary. These implants serve the roles of both bone and joint structure as well as replacing or assisting the function of internal organs. Most implants that do not serve the central nervous system show consistent signs of degradation and require regular repair and replacement. SCP-6703 possesses extensive scarring both from the collision that killed Eileen Sinclair as well as scarring from various surgical procedures. Subject appears to heal at a greatly reduced rate, if at all, likely due to its internal implants failing to function as adequate organ replacements. Recovery: SCP-6703 was recovered from a raid on an unregistered medical facility belonging to GOI Hathaway Biomechanics LLC in Denver, Colorado following a tip from Marshal, Carter, and Dark, which was completed with minimal resistance (see Incident report HB00087). Operatives reported finding several human organs and surgically removed body parts as well as both non-anomalous and anomalous medical equipment seemingly purchased from several GOIs. SCP-6703 was found unrestrained and awake by operatives, and while initially confused, allowed the recovery team to bring it into Foundation custody. The following email was recovered from Hathaway Biomechanics computer: From: moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb#moc.liamtoh|7843erihskreb To: moc.loa|45tgiovw#moc.loa|45tgiovw Subject: (none given) Voigt, we’re in deep shit now. I finally get on on MC&D’s list of clients and the first fucking job I give you is slapping some rich asshole’s daughter back together and you can’t fucking do it? We knew the damage going in, and if you couldn't scrape her grey matter off the dashboard and slap it back in you shouldn’t have told me you could take the job. If his daughter can’t even remember him that’s worse than giving him nothing at all. I’ve lied to the MC&D reps for long enough to where they’re getting wise. We made them look bad and now they’re going to throw us under the bus for this. Your head is going to be the first to roll. Addendum 6703.1: Intake interview Access ITRVW-6703.01 excerpt Close ITRVW-6703.01 excerpt Interviewer: Dr. Harry Erikson, Site-17 psychology staff. Interviewee: SCP-6703 Standard intake interview for sapient anomalies conducted 18 hours after completed recovery. Dr. Erikson: Hello. I'm sure you were told by the staff already, but I'll be conducting a short interview. Standard procedure for new anomalies. I am also obligated to inform you this conversation is being recorded. SCP-6703: Oh, alright. Um, is there anything I should be doing? I didn't, uh, get myself ready at all. Dr. Erikson: No, all I need from you is answers to these questions. Simple stuff. Ready? SCP-6703 nods its head Dr Erikson: Alright, so, first order of business, please state your name. SCP-6703: Um… I think my name might be Eileen, but it really doesn't ring any bells, you know? When the doctors used to call me that, I'd have to remind myself it was me they're talking to. But I could see that other people react faster to their name. They seemed mad that I couldn't remember, at the time. Dr. Erikson: I see. And what were these doctors like? SCP-6703: Well, they've been around as long as I can remember, two.. hell, even three weeks ago. They seemed happy when I first saw them, but then they kept asking me questions I didn't understand. Then they'd perform more surgeries on my head, but it never really helped me do better with those questions. Dr. Erikson: What were the questions like? SCP-6703: Just… asking me specific things about Eileen, I think. Like what her eighteenth birthday present was, or the names of her family members, or what schools she went to. But I didn't know anything about someone I've never met. Eventually they stopped giving me questions and tried to get me to just memorize the answers, but they all seemed spooked. You guys showed up just a few days later. (Pause) Um… I did have one question, if that's alright. Dr. Erikson: I can try to answer it. SCP-6703: Well, I knew how to talk when I woke up, and how to use a door, and tie my shoes, and some other things, but I didn't know all the things they were asking me. Was I supposed to know them too? Dr. Erikson: Well, as I understand it, explicit memories are the facts you know, like names or birthday presents and what have you. Implicit memories are things you can recall and perform without being fully aware of it. I believe that information is stored in different parts of the brain. SCP-6703: Oh, I get it, I think. So those operations were trying to fix that first thing in my brain? Dr. Erikson: I can't say for sure. Now, when we- SCP-6703: Okay, yeah, that makes sense. But they seemed pretty happy that I could talk at first. Could you talk when you woke up? Dr. Erikson: Excuse me? SCP-6703: When you woke up. For the first time. Dr. Erikson: I, uh, well, nobody can at first. SCP-6703: Oh. (SCP-6703 smiles) I suppose that means I'm ahead of the curve, so to speak. No wonder the doctors were so happy when I talked. Dr. Erikson: Well, you're an exception. Nobody else just wakes up like you did. They start off as babies. SCP-6703 looks visibly surprised SCP-6703: What? What do those do? Dr. Erikson: Um, well… They grow into people. SCP-6703: Like plants? Dr. Erikson: Yes. Wait, no- SCP-6703: Okay, but what… what do they… (SCP-6703 gesticulates vaguely with its hands) what do they do? Dr. Erikson: Uh… well, they really just… make a lot of noise and poop a lot for a while. SCP-6703: What? (SCP-6703 looks visibly concerned) The doctors said there was a rat that did that in the lab. They fed it arsenic. Dr. Erikson: Jesus - look, rats don't do anything useful. Babies will eventually grow into people who do things. We need babies in order to survive as a species. SCP-6703: Oh, okay. So babies are like stocks. Dr. Erikson: What? SCP-6703: One of the doctors was talking about it. She wanted it to become money later. Dr. Erikson: Sure, whatever. Now, can we please get back to the interview? SCP-6703: Oh, yes, sorry. It's just that doctors didn't like answering my questions much. Dr. Erikson: My next question has something to do with that. How were you treated where you were, and how have you been treated so far by our staff. SCP-6703: Well, the doctors really only kept me in the one room when I wasn't being operated on or when a part of me had to be replaced. And, like I said, they kept asking me questions I didn't know. They seemed to get more and more frustrated when I couldn't answer them. Dr. Erikson: Did you say they had to replace the implants? Did they ever directly physically harm you and damage them? SCP-6703: Uh, no, they didn't really do much aside from the surgeries. Some of the implants would just fall apart over time. Dr. Erikson: I see. So to just make it clear for the record, you cannot recover from physical injuries, and need your implants to be regularly replaced? SCP-6703: Ah, yes. I haven't been awake for very long, so maybe eventually I could heal up some of the cuts from the surgeries. Pretty crazy that you guys can just do it automatically, aha. Dr. Erikson: Alright. Would it be alright if I ask one of our doctors to take a look at your implants? SCP-6703: Oh, sure. You guys probably wouldn't be able to help me out if you didn't know how they worked. You, uh, are going to be taking over from the doctors, right? Dr. Erikson: For general care, yes, but I don't believe the brain surgeries will continue. Now, how would you say you've been treated so far? Answer honestly, please. You won't be punished for what you say. SCP-6703: Oh, you guys have been fine. I was a little nervous when a bunch of people I didn't know came to cart me away, y'know, but I didn't know there was so much outside of the rooms the doctors had. You guys have been way more happy to talk with me, too. One of the guys who took me away answered my questions for almost a whole hour while they took me over here before he fell asleep really quickly while we were talking. Same thing with the guard outside. And this room is bigger than my old one. Dr. Erikson: I see. If I could make a suggestion, I'd say to request some books about things you're curious about instead of asking around. They'll be more informative, and I don't think you'll be getting many opportunities to speak to other guards here moving forward. SCP-6703: Oh, alright. Figures, not like you guys need them for me. So will I be seeing more of you guys, then? Dr. Erikson: Somewhat, though I'll largely only communicate with you for psychiatric appointments. Standard operating procedures for humanoids with SCP designation. I suppose this brings me to my next topic. I need to inform you that RAISA has finalized your file with SCP designation. SCP-6703: A-ah, yeah… I'm sorry, but I don't think they told me about, er, what that is. Dr. Erikson: Right, ah, well, the short version is that we contain several anomalies, such as yourself. The ones that require special consideration are listed as SCPs. Part of this consideration is… sort of a higher baseline level of security, since the SCPs aren't like the other objects. SCP-6703:… Well, then, I guess I am ahead of the curve. Dr. Erikson: I suppose so, in a manner of speaking. SCP-6703: Alright, so, uh, what kind of… (SCP-6703 makes 'air quotes' with its hands) 'security' is needed, then? Dr. Erikson: SCPs are granted fewer freedoms than other humanoids, based on their unpredictability. Generally, that means more vetting and paperwork for most things to do with you, tighter security, and more restrictive privileges. SCP-6703: S-sorry, I didn't know I'd be a hassle. Dr. Erikson: Don't worry about it, the staff here are very used to handling humanoids. And SCPs can get better privileges for good behavior. Just don't give any guards a hard time. SCP-6703: Right, yeah, okay. I don't think I could do much if I wanted to, anyways. Dr. Erikson: Okay, that's about it, then. Any other questions before I go? SCP-6703: Oh, yeah, just one more thing. What are stocks? 27 minutes of extraneous conversation removed for brevity. For full report, search for ITRVW-6703.01 Close ITRVW-6703.01 excerpt Addendum 6703.2: Related administrative correspondence Access Document Group 6703.2.1 Close Document Group 6703.2.1 From: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc To: ten.asiar|senojm#ten.asiar|senojm Subject: SCP-6703 Recategorization Request Hello, I would like to request an update to the internal documentation for the anomaly currently designated as SCP-6703. I believe she it should be categorized as a Flawed Type-Red. As it stands the containment procedures are needlessly restrictive on the anomaly and an undue hassle on Site-17 staff. Thank you, Carol Rodgers From: ten.asiar|zednanrehl#ten.asiar|zednanrehl To: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc Subject: Re: SCP-6703 Recategorization Request Your email to Director Jones has been redirected to the RAISA employee responsible for SCP-6703. Please refrain from attempting to contact Director Jones unless absolutely necessary. Review Foundation protocol for any questions. From: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj To: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc Subject: Re: SCP-6703 Recategorization Request Carol, This seems like a needless change. I will not be making it at this time. Joel Murone From: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc To: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj Subject: Re: SCP-6703 Recategorization Request Hello, I did not sufficiently explain my reasoning for the request to change SCP-6703's designation in my earlier email. Allow me to lay out my reasoning for this request. As you know, Site-17's Humanoid Containment wing currently contains both humanoids designated as low-to-medium risk SCPs as well as a larger population of humanoid anomalies who do not qualify for special containment procedures and are instead considered Contained Persons of Interest, listed CPOIs on documentation. Generalized containment procedures for POIs have been formulated for general application across similar groups of anomalous humanoids. Flawed Type-Red regenerators differ somewhat from SCP-6703 in that they do possess regenerative capabilities. In this case, they rapidly produce incorrect types of tissue to heal from wounds. In order to ensure these Type-Reds do not become immobilized by growths of bones or keratin over minor injuries, their containment procedures provide them with standardized protective clothing, slightly altered living amenities, and an expedited process for medical procedures when these measures do fail. As you may have noticed, these general containment procedures are already relatively consistent with current special containment procedures for SCP-6703. Additionally, staff at Site-17 must adhere to more stringent guidelines when handling SCPs compared to CPOIs by default. This includes more restrictive guidelines when simply interacting with or moving SCPs as well as an increased amount of precise documentation for virtually all things related to the SCP as they need to be recorded in the SCP file. This, of course, includes the medical documentation denoted by the Standard Humanoid Surgical Operation filing system. Unique procedures for individual SCPs also increases the amount of training required but on-site staff. This increase in paperwork and restrictions leads to not only increased workload for on-site staff, but a more stressful environment for the anomalies. Not only are requests and complaints made by SCPs addressed at a slower rate due to administrative obligations, but the anomalies themselves are afforded fewer privileges by default and have a more difficult time gaining privileges. For example, it can take up to three months to allow even well-behaved SCPs access to facilities that are afforded to CPOIs almost as a default. Even then, they must be accompanied by armed guards that are assigned to them specifically, rather than guarding the area. This leads to further scheduling difficulties with on-site security. I will re-iterate my request to officially recategorize SCP-6703 as a CPOI. I hope this can be completed in a timely fashion. Thank you, Carol Rodgers From: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj To: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc Subject: Re: SCP-6703 Recategorization Request Carol, SCP-6703 is not a regenerator. It is not eligible for expedited medical filing, and this is a responsibility of its handling staff. Our foremost concern is containment security. This comes before all considerations of anomaly comfort. SCP procedures are there for a reason. Review the Foundation protocol. Joel Murone Close Document Group 6703.2.1 Access Document Group 6703.2.2 Close Document Group 6703.2.2 Excerpt from Generalized Containment Procedures for Type-Red Regenerator Humanoids Note - You have been redirected from your search for class 1 type red general containment procedures to the following excerpt. Please consult the most recent edition of the Generalized Containment Procedures Handbook for the full text. Class 1 Type Red humanoids are characterized by their inability to produce proper types of body tissue over injuries regardless of ability to reconstitute any non-edible matter into tissue growth. Class 1 entities are often contained due to the difficulties they face in functioning society as well as their high likelihood of exposing anomalies to the general public. Entities should be given standard Class 1 Red Protective Clothing in order to minimize risk of injury. Living quarters for entities should be furnished with the standard Class 1 Type Red Living Configuration. Entities are only permitted to travel to areas overseen by Foundation staff trained to minimize injuries. Standard Humanoid Surgical Operation Records may be ignored in favor of the Expedited Humanoid Medical Care filing system. Foundation Intranet Messaging private1 messaging log Parties in chatroom: Carol Rodgers, Deputy Manager of Site-17’s Humanoid Containment wing, Alex Douglas, Assistant to the Deputy Manager of Site-17’s Humanoid Containment wing (16:31) Douglas: i got a few other people in the wing's admin branch to take a look at the red general procedures and they all agreed that it's practically the same as the procedures for 6703 (16:32) Rodgers: I don't understand why the procedures were finalized before the on-site containment specialists could even weigh in. We probably spent twice as much money on her cell because we couldn't just get the standardized living configuration. (16:32) Douglas: i'd advise you against using pronouns like that for skips (16:32) Rodgers: Did you change the wording from she to it on my outgoing email to RAISA? (16:33) Douglas: yes. i know you don't like that but that's protocol and people are going to throw out requests that use improper language. it happens here to newer staff often. (16:33) Rodgers: You corrected the pronoun but didn't think to amend the recipient? (16:41) Rodgers: Not like it mattered anyways. It got thrown out by the RAISA officer who finalized the containment procedures anyways. (16:41) Douglas: murone? (16:41) Rodgers: You know him? (16:42) Douglas: not directly, but i remember him being assigned to us. (16:42) Douglas: he's been in that job pretty much since he got here something like 25 years ago. (16:43) Douglas: guys like that are usually sticklers. working a desk job that far removed from anything makes you out of touch with everything but regulations. (16:43) Douglas: maybe you just gotta play hardball y'know (16:44) Douglas: make it clear he should listen (16:50) Rodgers: If he's so apathetic then he should make way for someone who cares about the job more. It's things like that that are the issue here. Everyone treats the anomalies here like criminals when they never committed a crime. When all anyone sees are these containment procedures and dehumanizing language they think they don't even have to consider that there are people on the other end. (16:51) Douglas: and people doing a lit of stupid fucking paperwork (16:51) Douglas: *lot (16:51) Douglas: and that's a great speech boss (16:51) Douglas: but people in your job follow the rules the directors lay out (16:52) Douglas: also not to split hairs but some of these people definitely committed crimes (16:52) Douglas: i heard one killed like a hundred people or something on a task force (16:52) Douglas: like some sniper elite type stuff (16:53) Rodgers: You get my point. (16:53) Douglas: wait isn't that supposed to be classified (16:53) Douglas: shit (16:53) Douglas: these are private right? Foundation Intranet Messaging private messaging log Parties in chatroom: Joel Murone, Senior Recordkeeper, RAISA Central North American Branch, Jesse Kim, Junior Recordkeeper, RAISA Central North American Branch (11:56) Murone: Literally in black and white. Procedures for Type-Red Regenerator Humanoids. (11:56) Kim: The containment procedures are almost exactly the same. (11:56) Murone: If 6703 was anything it would be a Type Black. (11:56) Murone: We have procedures for each humanoid class for a reason. (11:58) Kim: I believe Type Blacks are capable of self-reanimation. (11:58) Murone: All the more reason to give 6703 SCP status. (11:59) Murone: The only reason they want to recategorize it is to make their jobs easier. (11:59) Murone: 17 is just like that. Nothing to keep them on their toes like at 19. (12:00) Kim: I have a friend at 17 who said it was more about the fact that they were barred from the preset living quarters arrangements and they had to spend more on the individual furniture pieces. (12:00) Murone: The only thing they have to be afraid of there is paperwork. (12:00) Kim: Murone, 2 days ago. 17:01: Do these people have any idea how much red tape I need to cut through to swap that shit? (12:04) Murone: You're new here so let me give you some advice. (12:04) Murone: This job is 80% paperwork and 20% time management. (12:05) Murone: You can't learn that in some seminar. (12:05) Kim: And taking some to yourself, right, sir? (12:07) Murone: The IT guys don't want to fix my things because having my online status display Solitare constantly isn't considered high-priority. That's how come it's on there. (12:10) Murone: RAISA keeps this place running. You can't do everything all at once. (12.11) Kim: Of course sir. (12:12) Murone: That Rodgers girl doesn't get that this job is actually goddamn important. (12:12) Murone: Isn't she new? (12:14) Kim: She ran a care facility for something like 20 years before some of her clients turned out to be a low-level Type Green. (12:15) Kim: She had enough managerial experience to where 17's top brass though they could spare the amnestic and hire her on. (12:15) Murone: I don't need her whole dossier. (12:15) Kim: She came to 17 about 2 years ago and got promoted to Deputy Manager four months ago. (12:15) Kim: Sorry. (12:15) Murone: She just got hired on because they had a vacancy to fill. I was scouted after I got my marketing degree. (12:15) Murone: Played college ball, you know. Could have gone pro if I didn't join the Foundation. (12:16) Kim: Didn't the regional RAISA offices get trashed by a tornado or something and like half the staff died right before you were hired? (12:18) Murone: Pure coincidence. (12:18) Murone: Rodgers is new here and just wants to treat each skip like it's their vacation or some shit. (12:19) Murone: We do real work, damnit. procedures are there for a reason. Regulations are written in blood. I'm not gonna play it fast and loose for some girl who just got here. (12:19) Kim: Of course. It's just insulting she got promoted to something around your position in under a tenth of the time. Murone disconnected at 12:19 From: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc To: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj Subject: SCP-6703 Containment Procedures Hello, I wanted to ask you about the special containment procedures that were given to SCP-6703. Barring the frankly glaring overlap it has with Class 1 Type Red procedures, they were filed and finalized before on-site containment specialists were able to offer their opinions on the matter. From what I understand, this was a breach of protocol. Additionally, the procedures were incomplete when the SCP file was sent to you for review at 4:47 PM last Friday, and the special containment procedures were completed and the file was input to the database at 4:56 PM, before the transcript of the interview log was even completed. I have also noticed you work from 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM on Friday. I am asking you to give this file its due consideration, which you did not grant it when you first found it on your desk. Regards, Carol Rodgers From: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj To: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc Subject: Re: SCP-6703 Containment Procedures Carol, You're very new here so I'll explain what I did. 6703 is not dangerous but it should be very clear to you that it does not fall under any generalized containment procedures. I have over 20 years more experience here than you do so I understand how special containment procedures are written and I simply filled it in based on my experience. Your containment specialists would be thanking me for doing what they would have done without wasting so much time. You should learn that SCP regulations are not to be taken lightly. If you continue to antagonize me I will report this to HR. Joel Murone From: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc To: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj Subject: SCP-6703 Containment Procedures Joel, If you want to talk about wasting time, you should be talking about the collective manhours my staff has to invest into learning the special containment procedures. Or the paperwork filed for all the nonstandard accommodations we could have easily replaced with the standard Type-Red accommodations, not to mention the future paperwork for surgical procedures. And we should also talk about the time 6703 spent waiting on those accommodations. I understand the necessity of SCP designations. I would not have been granted this position if I did not respect the danger anomalies can pose. But there is no reason to make life for the anomalies more difficult than it needs to be. We need not act like a prison when we are often the best place humanoid anomalies can turn to for safety. SCP designation, however, is simply not required for 6703. Its containment procedures are utterly redundant and the security protocols observed for humanoids with SCP status are an undue stressor on both my team and the anomaly. I ask you to reconsider your stance on the subject. Regards, Carol Rodgers From: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj To: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc Subject: Re: SCP-6703 Containment Procedures Carol, Site-17 staff should not complain about their responsibilities. I will inform Site-17 leadership of your team's resistance to complete basic work if this correspondence continues. Our foremost and frankly only concern is the proper containment of anomalies, humanoid or not. Frankly you should not be in any sort of leadership position, even an unimpressive one such as yours, if you do not grasp this very simple fact about the Foundation. A word of advice: go back to reading Foundation protocol. I will consider further correspondences on this topic workplace misconduct and therefore pursue appropriate action against you. Joel Murone SCP-6703 Request Log Approved Staff requests Components for replacement for left knee prosthetic implant, details attached. SCP-6703 reports severely limited function of its left leg, resulting in the inability to stand. -Dr. Ben Palmer (received 28 days ago, approved 24 days ago). Note(s): Procedure maintains baseline function of anomaly. Components for replacement for right ankle prosthetic implant, details attached. SCP-6703 reports severely limited function of its right leg, resulting in the inability to stand once again. -Dr. Ben Palmer (received 21 ago, approved 14 days ago). Note(s): Procedure maintains baseline function of anomaly. Components for replacement for right elbow prosthetic implant, details attached. SCP-6703 reports severely limited function of its dominant hand/arm. -Dr. Ben Palmer (received 12 ago, approved 3 days ago). Note(s): Procedure maintains baseline function of anomaly. Components for replacement for prosthetic diaphragm implant, details attached. SCP-6703 experiences extreme difficulty breathing and currently requires an external breathing apparatus in order to survive. -Dr. Ben Palmer(received 2 days ago, Dr. Palmer bypassed the approval system due to the life-threatening nature of the situation.). Note(s): Dr. Palmer's actions have yet to be verified as warranted, as is standard procedure for such requests. SCP-6703 requests Collection of books, details attached. (received 34 days ago, approved 29 days ago). Note(s): Standard reading material is permitted to all humanoids as a baseline accommodation. Collection of books, details attached. (received 23, approved 15 days ago). Note(s): SCP-6703 has a history of cooperative behavior. Accommodations are permitted. Denied Staff requests Components for improved replacement implants for SCP-6703, details attached. The GOI SCP-6703 was seized from likely intended to implant more permanent prostheses at a later date, as spinal and neural implants demonstrate a higher technological level than other implants within it. The Foundation has the resources to replace most of the temporary implants with more permanent ones. While the up-front cost will be significantly higher than replacing the implants with the same technology as has been the case recently, with the rate at which SCP-6703's current implants fail, it will save the Foundation time and money in the long run. -Dr. Ben Palmer (received 7 days ago, denied 1 day ago). Note(s): The procedures for handling SCP objects state that SCPs are not to be intentionally tampered with or otherwise altered in any significant way. This extends to humanoid SCPs as well. SCP-6703 requests Improved implants, as detailed by Dr. Palmer. (received 6 days ago, denied 1 day ago). Note(s): Refrain from sharing extraneous information with humanoids in the future. Pending Staff requests Components for replacement for left knee prosthetic implant, details attached. SCP-6703 reports difficulty standing. -Dr. Ben Palmer (received 10 days ago). Note(s): Processing request. Components for replacement for right prosthetic implant, details attached. SCP-6703 reports being unable to stand or walk -Dr. Ben Palmer (received 5 days ago). Note(s): Processing request. Components for replacement for right elbow prosthetic implant, details attached. SCP-6703 reports severely limited function of its dominant hand/arm. -Dr. Ben Palmer (received X weeks ago). Note(s): Processing request. SCP-6703 requests Collection of books, details attached. (received 19 days ago). Note(s): Processing request. Collection of books, details attached. (received 14 days ago). Note(s): Processing request. Adjustable crutches. (received 9 days ago). Note(s): Processing request. Collection of books, details attached. (received 8 days ago). Note(s): Processing request. A wheelchair. (received 5 days ago). Note(s): Processing request. Collection of books, details attached. (received 4 days ago). Note(s): Processing request. Close Document Group 6703.2.2 Access Document Group 6703.2.3 Close Document Group 6703.2.3 Foundation Intranet Messaging private messaging log Parties in chatroom: Alex Douglas, Assistant to the Deputy Manager of Site-17’s Humanoid Containment wing, Jesse Kim, Junior Recordkeeper, RAISA Central North American Branch (18:23) Douglas: did that murone asshole threaten my boss (18:39) Kim: ? (18:40) Douglas: like two weeks ago (18:41) Kim: how should i know (18:41) Douglas: you work with the guy (18:42) Kim: i wouldnt say i work with him (18:42) Kim: i mostly jerk him off so that he talks good about me to his bosses so i can get the next promotion theyre gonna pass him up for (18:43) Kim: although i doubt the old bastard can even get it up anymore (18:43) Douglas: lol (18:43) Douglas: is he that bad (18:44) Kim: god yes (18:44) Kim: hes got a stick so far up his ass you can see it when he opens his mouth (18:44) Kim: he acts like hes hot shit because hes worked the same job since i was born (18:45) Kim: he talks about how important it is but he doesnt fucking work at all (18:45) Douglas: got it all out of your system? (18:46) Kim: ive worked in raisa for months and ive never seen anyone work less than him (18:46) Douglas: never? (18:46) Kim: no (18:46) Kim: never (18:47) Douglas: is that normal? (18:47) Kim: nah but im not gonna start shit with a guy who could get me fired (18:47) Douglas: wack Foundation Intranet Messaging private messaging log Parties in chatroom: Carol Rodgers, Deputy Manager of Site-17’s Humanoid Containment wing, Alex Douglas, Assistant to the Deputy Manager of Site-17’s Humanoid Containment wing (19:12) Douglas: hey boss (19:13) Rodgers: Is there an emergency (19:13) Douglas: nah but you might want to hear this (19:13) Rodgers: You don't have to message me after work hours for non-emergencies. (19:13) Douglas: thanks man (19:14) Douglas: but i just figured you might wanna hear this (19:14) Douglas: you know murone? (19:15) Rodgers: This is the thing I specifically did not want to talk about. (19:16) Douglas: hear me out (19:16) Douglas: I got a friend at raisa (19:16) Douglas: you know where he works? (19:16) Rodgers: RAISA. (19:17) Douglas: right under the asshole (19:17) Rodgers: I wasn't aware Maria Jones hired gastroenterologists. (19:18) Douglas: a. a ha. a ha ha ha. a ha ha ha ha ha ha. (19:18) Rodgers: You mean Murone? (19:18) Douglas: yup (19:18) Douglas: apparently he doesn't do any work (19:19) Douglas: like to the point where he sticks out (19:19) Douglas: even by raisa standards (19:19) Rodgers: About what I expected, honestly. But knowing the asshole is a hypocritical asshole doesn't do much. My hands are tied. (19:20) Douglas: i mean don't you think our staff have been filing way too many forms on top of all the work they normally do? like to an almost suspicious degree? and even if hes an asshole you'd think he'd at least have a concious for other people doing bs paperwork. (19:20) Rodgers: You might have a point. (19:20) Douglas: concoius (19:20) Douglas: conchiouc (19:20) Douglas: conchious (19:20) Rodgers: It's conscious. Since you brought this to my attention, could I ask you to look into RAISA regulations in terms of filing processes for humanoid anomalies? (19:21) Douglas: Foundation Employment Handbook, Chapter 5: Time and Scheduling, Section 2: Off Hours, Subsection 3: Unless otherwise specified by your current position, or there is currently an emergency that requires your attention, Foundation employees are not expected to engage in work-related activities, work, or research during off-hours. Attempting to pressure other employees into working during off-hours will result in a formal reprimand followed by a standard escalation of consequences. (19:21) Rodgers: Do you seriously just keep that ready to copy and paste at all times From: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc To: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj Subject: Followed Your Advice Joel, I know we haven't always seen eye-to-eye in the past. But in the interest of extending an olive branch for our professional relationship - however long it may last - I decided to take your advice and read up on Foundation protocol. I found it very informative, and figured I should tell you some of the more interesting things I learned. For example, I learned about those Standard Humanoid Surgical Operation Records that my team had been spending so much time filling out for 6703. Those can be a real pain, you know? Of course, I assume you know, because according to Foundation protocol outlining the responsibilities of RAISA liaisons to Foundation sites, these forms would be your responsibilities to complete. 6703 still needs these forms - and a lot of them - but it should be very clear to you that SCP-6703 does not fall under any generalized containment procedures. In fact I found it odd that you were not completing these forms, or any of the forms assigned to you as my liaison, so I looked back at your history. It took a while, seeing as you've spent well over a decade in the exact same position without so much as a temporary reassignment, but eventually I found the records of your first days on the job. And you were right in saying that you were very experienced, because you used your impressive middle management credentials you gained over a decade of loyal service to change the internal filing system in the Humanoid Containment wing to offload work here. I understand how important time management is in a position like yours, but RAISA staff should not complain about their responsibilities. I will inform RAISA leadership of your resistance to complete basic work if this continues. I assume this was a simple accident, but in case it was a breach by some malicious actors, my team and I have catalogued every little bit of data about the breach and its effects, since we've practically become experts at recording data and storing it. In order to make sure there are no lasting effects from this security breach, I will be rerouting all expected paperwork to you and ensuring it is all properly filed and completed in a timely manner. A silver lining in all this is that my team and I will know exactly what to look for. I know you asked me very nicely to drop the subject of recategorizing SCP-6703 to a CPOI, but I would simply like to broach the subject once more, perhaps as a show of good faith from yourself. You can even consider it stretching those administrative muscles you might not have used in a while. I will consider failure to address my questions workplace misconduct and therefore pursue appropriate action against you. Thank you, Carol Rodgers From: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj To: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc Subject: Re: Followed Your Advice Carol, Good on you for finding such a breach. I'm also looking into recategorizing SCP-6703 as a CPOI as per your suggestion. In terms of the breach, I'm receiving the proper forms now and completing them properly and on time. Perhaps we should take more step to make our ease of correspondence easier in the future? Sincerely, Joel Murone From: ten.tenpics|71sregdorc#ten.tenpics|71sregdorc To: ten.asiar|enorumj#ten.asiar|enorumj Subject: Followed Your Advice Joel, All due respect, but I simply don't know how long I can expect this partnership to last, with the Senior Manager of Site-17’s Humanoid Containment wing up for a promotion to a Site Director soon, what with me being one of the prime candidates for the vacancy. However, I'll be sure to pass along records of our correspondence to the next person who fills this position, and inform them to do the same. Since they'll all be working with you. Thank you, Carol Rodgers Close Document Group 6703.2.3 Addendum 6703.3: The anomaly once listed as SCP-6703 has since been recategorized as CPOI-RED1-6703. For further information, please consult Site-17's CPOI Dossier. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-6704 | euclid | SCP-6704: Dependence Day https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Wfc_pyrotechnic_display.jpg Critters, from both IRC and the SCPD discord. Oboe finnah aftokrator Phiiota DrGolden iiexcel ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-6704 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo The Site-19 July 4th fireworks display, 2021. Footage courtesy of K.P. Crow. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6704 is to be encouraged. To this end, all Foundation facilities in the continental United States of America are to observe July 4th as a day for relaxation of typical duties, recreation, and social events for personnel, excepting facilities where such activities would unacceptably compromise containment efforts. It is strongly advised that all such events conclude with an outdoors fireworks display and include at least three of the following elements: Suspension of regular research and testing for D-class persons and/or sapient anomalies. Suspension of non-essential containment operations for general staff. Decoration of interior social spaces with themed accoutrements (red, white, and blue preferred). Suspension of regular meal plans and rations in favor of foods such as hot dogs, hamburgers, french fries, pizza, popcorn, and similar. Foundation plants in major media and political institutions are to continue to promote the present commercialized and romanticized public image of the holiday. However, owing to the significant cultural penetration that has already been achieved, little effort is required for this purpose. Description: SCP-6704 denotes a multisensory cognitohazard. SCP-6704 is primarily audiovisual in nature, and is mainly caused by fireworks produced and/or detonated within the continental United States. Specifically, SCP-6704 functions as a form of "exploit" for the human and particularly the American psyche. Persons exposed to SCP-6704 display certain psychological features at rates greater than that of baseline humanity, including: Increased suggestibility. Increased memetic susceptibility (to both anomalous and nonanomalous memes). Hypersociability. Increased identification within racial, religious, ideological, and other social in-groups. Increased susceptibility to chemical influence (primarily food and alcohol, but also drugs such as nicotine, THC, opioids and other narcotics, and amnestics). Decreased IQ. An increased sense of moral relativism, often paradoxically accompanied by higher self-assessment of moral consistency. It is to be noted that SCP-6704 effects only become significant within a sufficiently large population sample and with diminishing returns beyond limited exposure. Intense and/or frequent use of SCP-6704 stimuli is not beneficial and often counterproductive. Annual exposure is considered sufficient to attain optimal results. SCP-6704 effects have also been found to be contagious to a certain degree. Individuals and populations with only indirect exposure also display its symptoms, albeit to a lesser degree. It is estimated that SCP-6704 effects, since their discovery in 1981 and the beginning of their active utilization in 1989, have saved the Foundation roughly 1.8 trillion USD in operating expenses, owing to conditions including but not limited to: An increased supply of D-class personnel sourced through the Department of Corrections. An increased prevalence of problematic drug use in the United States, simplifying many situations in which witnesses to anomalous phenomena must be discredited. Greater employee compliance and productivity, especially on containment projects likely to cause stress, depression, or moral unease. Decreased operating costs of facilities due to outsourcing of labor and materials obtainment. Increased docility of humanoid anomalies. Addendum 6704-1: Ethics Committee Inquest, 2008 To: <Overseer Council Mailing List> From: fpcs.mochte|riahc#fpcs.mochte|riahc Date: 7/3/2008 Subject: SCP-6704 Overseers, I've just had a very unpleasant conversation with EthCom's liaisons in the Accounting Department. It seems there's a known virulent cognitive infection at practically all levels of American society. Overwatch, in its infinite wisdom, has not only deemed it unnecessary to insulate our personnel against, but seen fit to actively expose our personnel to it, all for the sake of easing financial exploitation of our fellow human beings. Not only is this a plain violation of our core directive to contain anomalies before all, it is in contravention of various EthCom initiatives over the past decade to protect our employees and living anomalies. Most importantly, it puts us in violation of our Consent for Anomalous Memetic Exposure protocols. A research group from Applied Influence has also advised us that they cannot guarantee that SCP-6704's effects are limited to those already noted in its file, in variety or scope. You can expect this issue to feature strongly in this week's general session. Madelyn Prysier, Ethics Committee Co-Chair To: fpcs.mochte|riahc#fpcs.mochte|riahc From: [VERIFIED OVERSEER ACCOUNT] Date: 7/4/2008 Subject: SCP-6704 You seriously emailing us about shit this minor, Madelyn? Do you have any idea how many times appeals against these procedures have died in subcommittee? On a daily basis, we do far crueler things to protect our opsec than have a few annual barbecues. And, if you've been talking to Accounting, you know as well as I do that this has been a shit year for us financially. If we can trim billions in the budget by throwing parties for a few dozen sites, then we damn well will. I expect you to drop this, and I also expect your department to be in attendance tonight. I hear the cafeteria folks made bacon dogs this year. |
SCP-6705 | safe | SCP-6705 By: LordStonefish Published on 20 Apr 2022 23:42 SCP-6705: The Bicameral Milk By: LordStonefish & Lt Flops Published on 20 Apr 2022 This article is set in the Broken Masquerade Hub. More by these authors LordStonefish Lt Flops [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-6705 Canon Hub » Broken Masquerade Hub » SCP-6705 ITEM: SCP-6705 LEVEL 5/6705 CLASS: safe proj. galaxias DISRUPTION CLASS: {$disruption} Special Containment Procedures: All 3 000 confiscated packages of SCP-6705 are stored within Sensitive Materials Containment Module #010-6705. This module is temperature- and moisture-controlled, protected by padlock, and located in Area-518 beneath Simcoe County, ON, Canada. SCP-6705 experimentation may only occur with express permission from the interceding Ethics liaison, under the direction of newly appointed Project Leader Dr. Cassandra Báthory. Under no circumstances is testing to occur otherwise. Foundation agents stationed within North American hospital networks are to be given a list of individuals in the region with the capacity to give birth, who have also had multiple amnestic regimens. These individuals are liable to trigger a Brynner Event, and under no circumstances are these individuals to be admitted to the hospitals. Agents are given free reign under Protocol-23-Gallikers to invent any potential cover story effaceable at denying these individuals the right to give birth, as the ability to avoid Brynner Events is the most effective at containing the creation of SCP-6705. Description: SCP-6705 is a psychotropic drug that induces effects extending an as-yet-uncertain range beyond its user. Each vial of SCP-6705 is located within a small, vacuum-sealed package alongside a medical syringe. Each package is labelled on the front with the name “ATTAKASHIC™,” and on the back with instructions for administering injections behind the head. These instructions mimic FDA “Supplement Facts” labels on foodstuffs but contain no information regarding the chemical makeup of SCP-6705 beyond “milk.” The injected drug is of white colouration, high luminosity (~1 500 lumens), and has been observed creating anomalous neurological patterns within the brain. After injection, the drug binds with synaptic terminals in neurons of the corpus callosum using an as of yet unidentified neurotransmitter with a similar structure to gamma-aminobutyric acid (GABA). This decreases functions within the corpus callosum, effectively splitting function between the right and left brain. Then, it exposes the affected human's remaining cranial lobes to higher-dimensional constructs through unknown means. Neural imaging of a subject injected with SCP-6705 shows chemicals similar to those found in opioids binding with neurons across both remaining hemispheres, but the apparently non-anomalous nature of these chemicals does not demonstrate how this dimensional exposure could take place. Following initial binding within the brain, all humans injected with SCP-6705 go through identical phases of the “high.” At first, affected subjects all experience similar decreases in cognitive ability for the first few hours after injection, displaying a lack of metaconsciousness, an inability to access their autobiographical memory, and an inability to think abstractly regarding certain topics or behaviors. Subjects instead describe many of these functions subsumed by their connection with the higher dimension, whose nature apparently performs these functions for the subject. When subjects are asked to describe themselves thinking, they become confused or hostile, and verbalize aloud questions to an entity that is not present, asking for advice. Following 10 hours of this behavior, at which time the subject is otherwise able to function in a normal manner, biologically and socially, all affected humans enter a comatose state. This is preceded by thirty minutes of increasing heart rate and blood pressure, as well as a building rush of oxytocin and other endorphins. During the comatose state, the brain of each affected subject displays unexpectedly elevated levels of neural activity. MRI scans taken throughout the duration of each coma show physiological processes that closely mirror the formation and structuring of interstellar nebulae, albeit on an accelerated time frame. According to retrieved documents (designated SCP-6705-A), the drug operates on the conjecture that humanity formed an additional, incorporeal layer of psyche ~11 000 years before present, in the early Holocene..Holocene: The current developmental epoch. Described by an increase in global warmth and the emergence and advancement of modern humanity. This was confirmed by a joint archeological and psychological study conducted between Foundation anthropologist Nadezda Lim and consciousness-imprint artificial intelligence Jaynes.aic, which was based on civilian psychological researcher and Foundation–Yale University liaison Dr. Julian Jaynes. This study involved demonstrating that the interior structure of the skulls of humans, in the range between ~11 000 and 3 000 years ago, displayed a brain structure similar to those in SCP-6705 patients. This structure is discussed extensively in Jaynes' book The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind, which argues that the state that SCP-6705 induces began as the norm for cognition in the human species, but that access to this layer of psyche probably decreased as an evolutionary benefit, possibly in relation to the Bronze Age collapse. During verification of these claims, researchers administered SCP-6705 on willing participants. Affected humans experienced the exchange of large memetic payloads between noospheric connection points inside their brains and another, external location. Such connections have been previously identified in Project PROKAREYEOTA (which studied deep consciousness scans of anatomically modern humans and memome.Memome: The complete set of memes stored in the mind of a person. maps of artificially selected human clones). ADDENDA MATERIALS I. Discovery Camilla Teodora, age 31, was hospitalized at the Irina Borisov Health Centre sometime in the early morning of 01 August 2025 after experiencing intense cervical effacement associated with labour contractions. Teodora was a former D-Class volunteer during hir prison service, as part of the Winnipeg Agreement between the Foundation and the government of Canadian Prime Minister Andrew Scheer. During that time, xe received a regular Class-C amnestic regimen, as per standard protocol. Surveillance from the Consultant Resources division of the Ethics Committee observed Mx. Teodora and hir boyfriend, Lalo Adefope, meeting a Moosphere, Inc. recruitment operative, the American former cult member Jack Skaldir, at a party. Nine months exactly hence from that event, nearly to the minute, on-duty hospital ER workers enrolled Mx. Teodora into the Maternity Ward with an attending physician. Hospital staff later reported an unexplained amnestic event occurring over the next half-hour, centred on the Maternity Ward. Copious amounts of luminescent white fluid soaked a bed and covered the floor of one vacant room, extending past the threshold and into the hall. A hallway-posted information packet indicated the room was assigned to one “Camilla Teodora, Our Nebulaic Progenitor and Emissary.” Mx. Teodora hirself could not be located. On 08 August, hospital staff discovered the 3 000 vials of SCP-6705 in a supply storage room. Luminescent fluid inside the room led into the hall for 15 m before terminating. Per the 2024 Foundation–UNGOC Anomalous Handling Agreement, Section 5.11.1, hospital workers contacted the Foundation to extract the materials. This was the first recorded Brynner Event. II. Collected Texts Several items relating to the event were recovered from the Irina Borisov Health Centre. A document, not correspondent with any hospital records, soaked with luminescent fluid. The document states Mx. Teodora's open involvement in a clinical research trial and includes hir informed consent in several different ways. Six results pages, each blank except for a short outcome. Outcomes are as follows. Eternal life. Eternal knowledge. Eternal victory. Oneness with Self. Oneness with Progenitors. Oneness with Us. Attached to the page containing Outcome #5: A recent photo of Mx. Teodora overlaid onto an image of the Orion Nebula. A hospital napkin on which was written “Thank You,” discovered to match Skaldir's handwriting. A check made out to Mr. Adefope in Mr. Skaldir's name care of Moosphere, Inc. for CA$ 70 000. A letterhead prepended to a paper SKU (stock-keeping unit) listing, as follows. ATTAKASHIC™, by Moosphere, Inc. please enjoy ꙮ_ꙮ In addition, records found within the Foundation Medical Department indicate Mx. Teodora's past amnestic drug abuse and recurrent Type-A retrograde conceptual amnesia, all apparently occurring during hir work as a D-Class. Following this event, Moosphere, Inc.'s Marketing division, through their Anomalous Corporations liaison with the FCC, booked ad spots in television markets throughout Central Canada and the contiguous United States (excepting regions prohibited because of anti-trust legislation related to the incidents of Fall 2023/Winter 2024). The following spot ran in front of broadcast networks, YouTube videos, and ad-supported streaming television in those markets, and seems to directly advertise viewers to participate in Brynner Events. Moosphere, Inc.'s FCC liaison was found to be compromised and quickly sacked under anti-corruption charges. + SHOW VIDEO TRANSCRIPT + − HIDE VIDEO TRANSCRIPT − (A man stands in front of a dairy farm in early spring. Wind noises are buffeting the microphone. There is soft bluesy guitar music.) Chip: Are you suffering debilitating side effects from an amnestic regimen? Are you able to give birth? Do you like milk? (A bird chirps.) Chip: Hi! Chip Brakeman, Chief Content Officer for Moosphere Incorporated, maker of fine thought and dream based dairy products, milks, cheeses, yogurts, and ice cream! And, for the winter season, eggnog. (A distant cow moo.) Chip: Speaking of the winter season, you might be wondering: What am I doing standing in this snowy pasture? Aren't the cows home for winter? Well, that's where you're wrong. See, this isn't snow, it's milk! We're living in a milky wonderland and that's why Moosphere Incorporated wants to hear from you! (Another, more distant moo.) Chip: Simply sign up for our new research trial, and earn fabulous prizes! Simply call 555-987-8810! That number again is 555-987-8810! That number again is— (The video glitches and skips.) Chip: Call now and you will understand the glory of the universe! That's not a lie, you'll understand the glory of the universe! Because here at (Obscured by closer moo), we want to hear from moo. That's right, not you, moo! (Chip laughs.) Jingle singer: Soakin' up the sunshine! (A glass is plunked on a wooden table in a rustic kitchen. A cow moos as the logo is shown.) III. Experimentation and Subsequent Geopolitical Effects Testing occurred with willing participants to determine SCP-6705's effects. Each test involved standard medical diagnostic procedures and cranial ultrasound imaging. After the first successful test batch, researchers viewing the imaging results reported severe forgetfulness and could not continue. SCP-6705's Research Head ordered the use of paratechnological monitoring equipment in future testing. In the second test batch, antimemetic perception imaging displayed activity occurring in a hitherto unseen structure behind the human head. Researchers accessed existing computer simulations of the human brain — created to explain déjà vu and presque vu — that identify how the brain might respond to specifically constructed anomalous memeplexes. In these simulations, the human brain processed the memeplexes in a location beyond its physical extents, in a structure then designated the Quadratural Lobe. Researchers, believing testing with SCP-6705 had supplied the first tangible demonstration of the lobe's existence, replicated antimemetic perception imaging in a control batch without SCP-6705, and could not locate the lobe. == UPDATE == Plans on fabricating a diluted form of SCP-6705 for conscious experimentation have been proposed and are undergoing further Ethics review. == UPDATE == As of 08 August 2025, representatives of Moosphere, Inc. worked out a deal with the Iraqi government to build a new, large-scale production facility in the approximate location of the UNESCO World Heritage Site for the City of Uruk. It is one of the largest production and bottling factories constructed by the company to date. Jaynes.aic has pointed out criticisms of its counterpart's book that note evidence in The Epic of Gilgamesh — which takes place in Uruk — that suggest characters with inner cognition and metacognition. The meaning of this is unknown. == UPDATE == As of 30 October 2025, the new Iraqi factory, now officially known as the Samawah Facility, is still under construction, having overtaken the UNESCO Site. The United Nations, despite negotiations with both the Foundation and the GOC, have raised no objections. In the period between the start of construction and this update, Brynner Events have undergone a 60% increase. 35% of survivors of Brynner Events (family, friends, coworkers) have applied for a work visa to Iraq. == UPDATE == An emergency meeting was convened between Jaynes.aic and the research heads for Project GALAXIAS. The meeting concerned a link between SCP-6705 and new anthropological research regarding the psychological effects of urbanization and industry in the Third Dynasty of Ur (and the city of Uruk in particular). == UPDATE == By order of the Overseer Council, further study is hereby halted. == UPDATE == As of 2 November 2025, by order of the Overseer Council, the full stores of SCP-6705 in Foundation containment and all records have been confiscated. Members of Project GALAXIAS assigned to SCP-6705 have undergone amnesticization treatment, pending transferral to other, unrelated projects. The assigned Ethics liaison has also been amnesticized, pending disciplinary review. == UPDATE == As of 31 December 2025, the Samawah Facility is 65 kilometres in diameter and still undergoing construction. Moosphere representative Ayad al-Dulaimi is elected as the Speaker of the Council of Representatives of Iraq. In his victory speech, he notably quoted the Quran as follows: “And indeed, for you in grazing livestock is a lesson. We give you drink from what is in their bellies – between excretion and blood – pure milk, palatable to drinkers (16:66).” The following spot ran throughout the North American holiday season in front of broadcast networks, YouTube videos, and ad-supported streaming television in permitted markets. Moosphere, Inc.'s new FCC liaison was found to have undergone a Brynner Event. + SHOW VIDEO TRANSCRIPT + − HIDE VIDEO TRANSCRIPT − (An empty field with a stream burbling in the background. Late autumn. A man walks into frame. There is soft bluesy guitar music.) Chip: Howdy, folks. I'm Keith Chipman, Chief Content Officer for Moosphere Incorporated, maker of fine dream and thought based milk products. Chip: You know, when I was a boy, I grew up in a suburb, just like this one. (He gestures behind him at the empty field. His delivery from this point on is halting and hesitant, as if he is improvising or trying to remember the speech.) Chip: Playing stickball in-between the houses, riding bikes with all my friends. Course, back then, I couldn't eat…dairy products. I was lactose intolerant. Nowadays I'm an adult, and I've seen the hardships in life. That's why the good people at Moosphere Incorporated have seen fit to cure my little problem. They've made it so I can enjoy the best things in the universe. With no issues! They understand about hardships, and that's why they want to reach out, and help you. Chip: Moosphere, Inc. understands that times are tough, and that you…are lacking…in the things in life that make you happy. Home and comfort and family. That's why our founder has returned to his hometown, and opened a brand new Moosphere factory along the Euphrates River. And he wants you to join in. (A tree crashes and falls over somewhere behind the camera. There is the sound of a distant saw.) Chip: Now, of course, if you don't live in the Middle East, that's no problem! All you have to do is call this number. 555-987-8810! And you too— (The video stutters.) Chip: —Can join in on the fun. Start making money now without leaving the comfort of your own bed. (Chip looks left. A cow moos distantly.) Chip: There's limited spots available, so I'd recommend signing up and you too can enjoy the idea of milk! (The video glitches and stutters.) Chip: —flowing milk from your mind— (The video continues to glitch and stutter, cutting to black for one frame. When the glitching ends, the video gets noticeably darker and the wind picks up, buffeting the microphone.) Chip: —the idea of dairy! Now, as they say, worlds die in threes but milk cartons actually come in those funny little things of about ten or eleven. Heh, funny how that works. (Chip looks around. As he does so, a moo accompanies his eye movements.) Chip: Moosphere wants to hear from you! Join in, and start re-enjoying the finer things in life! Take control of your destiny! (2-second clip of a dairy farm filmed from a moving vehicle.) Chip: Moosphere Incorporated! (He holds up a glass milk bottle with a yellow pull top.) Chip: Drink up! (He pops the top and begins to chug the milk. He does this for six seconds until something makes him gag and cough. He spits up the milk, his mouth and face covered in it. He shudders and spits twice, before staring blankly into the camera, mouth agape, for a full seventeen seconds.) Jingle singer: Soakin' up the sunshine! (A glass is plunked on a wooden table in a rustic kitchen. A human male, possibly Chip, moos in agony as the logo is shown.) [END OF FILE] See Also: Milk Hub Spilled Milk SCP-4475 - So Long, and Thanks for All the Milk ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6705" by LordStonefish & Lt Flops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-6705. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-6706 | neutralized | Item#: 6706 Level1 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Recordings of SCP-6706 are held within Foundation archives. Foundation web crawlers are to monitor the Internet for any mention of SCP-6706. In the event an individual possesses information regarding SCP-6706, they are to be administered Class-C amnestics. Description: SCP-6706 refers to a series of radio transmissions broadcasted from the first cellphone tower1 located in Chicago, Illinois between 1983 and 1985. Attempts at tracing the origins have remained inconclusive. Messages emitted from this frequency are pre-recorded and theorized to have been created during the early 20th century. Each individual message is continuously broadcasted on loop for 37 hours. Attempts at intercepting the signal have failed. An individual identified as “Marie” is suggested to be responsible for the broadcasts. The individual is believed to be affiliated with GOI-001 “The Chicago Spirit”. Addendum: The following excerpt transcribes SCP-6706 broadcasted messages: Notes: First broadcast recorded. Marie: Hey Dave, you plan on pullin’ us out anytime soon? It’s been a good few hours and me and the guys gettin’ a little nervous. David: Hey Marie, on the other side of town. Gon’ have to wait a few. Marie: I mean- I get that- It’s just been a while. You know more than anyone how restless these guys can get. You’ll be lucky if you come out of this with your ass unscathed. Audible laughing from multiple sources David: Ha-ha. Just be patient. I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Marie: Sounds good. Notes: A repetitive, thudding noise is audible throughout the recording’s entirety. Marie: Hello? Hello? Dave? We’ve been here for 12 goddamn hours. David: I’m here-I’m here. Sorry for the wait. Marie: Do your fuckin’ job and open the gateway. If you don’t open it the next hour, we’re gonna start eating the contraband. Never cared much for zebra, but I’ll make exceptions. Dumbasses are trying to break out by hittin’ the walls. Don’t waste y’all’s energy- only David can pull us out. Unidentified individual: You’re just givin’ up? C’mon, these vents gotta lead somewhere, right? Marie, make yourself useful and grab something. David: Stop breaking shit! Listen, you’ll have to wait a little longer. Not sure how things will play out for me- I’m being tailed like crazy. You’ll have to- Deafening collision sound followed by glass shattering Marie: David? David?! Notes: Message is audibly distorted. A man, identified as “Kent”, is audibly distressed throughout the recording. Marie: HELLO? Piece of shit, work! Why is this thing so hard to work? David!? Anyone, whoever this reaches, this is Marie with the Chicago Spirit contraband storage. We’ve been here for what seems like weeks. We’ve resorted to eatin’ the contraband- I’ll take the heat. Get us out! There’s only so much supply. Kent is losing his damn mind. Kent: He- He fucking killed us! This was a set up from the start. We’ll rot in here, erased from society. We’ll be forgotten. Unidentified scuffling Marie: Pin him down! He’s not breakin’ one more fuckin’ thing. Get yourself together man! Why’d you get in this business if you’re this easy to crack! Makin’ us look bad! Incoherent rambling followed by gurgled screaming Marie: Jesus Christ- nows a good time as ever to pull us out, Kent’s out cold. We need medical assistance ASAP! Kent, cmon’ man. Fight it. You can do this. Notes: Message is audibly distorted. Vomiting from several sources is prominent throughout the recording. Marie: I think I’ve got it workin again- Hello?! Blaring static Marie: It’s been 4- maybe 5 days since our last message. Kent had a stroke a few days ago and kicked the bucket, god rest his soul. It fuckin’ reeks since we got no way of disposin’ the body. Drugs can only numb the stench so much. Please, we beg you, get us out of this cesspit. We only have so much food. God- why would our only form of communication be on some janky-ass radio? Real good job makin’ the frequency so high, it can only contact you Dave. So fuckin’ smart. Sobbing and violent coughing Marie: Maybe we’re usin’ this thing wrong. I can’t think of any other reason we’re not comin’ through. Notes: A loud ringing is prominent throughout the recording. Marie’s voice is notably raspy. Marie: David. Buddy. Think about this logically; what’ll the other members do when they realize some of their best men have gone missin’? It all circles back to you. We won’t say a goddamn word if you just pull us out now, honest. Courteous of you, we’re running out of supply and had to make some tough calls. We’re rationing the food, but it’s not enough. Greedy bastards hoggin’ all the supplies. Unidentified Individual: Says you of all people? Marie: Playin’ that card? Really? I was so thirsty I resorted to drinkin’ my own piss yesterday. You know what- this is hell. What do you want, money? Power? Why are you doing this you selfish asshole! Is this your attempt at wacking us? Well I got news for you. You’re not getting us that easily! Watch! When I get out of here you’re dead meat! Dead meat! Scuffling, followed by multiple individuals yelling aggressively Notes: N/A Marie: To anyone this reaches- only five of us remain. Four of our men starved. No matter how much they begged for food, water- anything, we shut them out. God- I can still hear them. A few of us made the difficult, but necessary decision to eat our fallen brothers. We got no way of preparing the meat properly, and words cannot describe the taste. Unidentified welching, multiple individuals are heard sobbing Marie: Please, understand we got no other option. Two of us ain’t got the heart for such a thing, and are choosin’ to starve themselves. Despite all that’s happened, we still have a shred of hope left. Please. David. We have lives we need to get back to. We wanna see our families again. Notes: The last broadcast emitted from SCP-6706. The following message appears to come from an unidentified individual(s) operating under the name “Quebec”. Quebec: Hello Marie, it’s Quebec. Terribly sorry for the wait. We’ve tried everything- worked tirelessly to bring you guys home. Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. We’ve invested time and thousands of dollars in an attempt to free you all. Due to the limited amount of funding, we got to discontinue our efforts. May god be merciful in the next- Marie: Where’s David? Quebec: I’m not allowed to say, sorry. Marie: Fuck off. Quebec: We’re ending communication. May god be merciful in the next life. History: In 1920, the Chicago Spirit utilized spatial anomalies in an attempt to hide exotic animal meats and other contraband from authorities. While effective in this task, documents recovered indicate that these spaces were highly unstable, which resulted in regular casualties. A main contributor to these spaces was a Class I Reality bender named “David Matthew”, a Manhattan politician. Documents recovered suggest that David had been affiliated with multiple crime organizations, including the Chicago Spirit, for years. Reports indicate the rooms being spacious; able to house thousands of military grade narcotics. The exact dimensions of these spaces are unknown. Individuals operating inside these spaces communicated with David using heavily modified Crystal Radios. Analysis of the devices indicate they produce a frequency much higher than the average radio from that time. It is theorized that the construction of the Chicago Test Cellular Network led to these messages successfully transmitting onto the populace. On July 9th, 1923, David Matthew sustained irreversible brain damage during a car accident, incapacitating him. This was theorized to be the work of a rival organization. Due to these spaces becoming inaccessible, the Chicago Spirit lost an estimated 340 million dollars in revenue and an undisclosed amount of workers. As of June 8th, 1985, no further messages have emitted from the tower. Pending neutralized classification. Footnotes 1. Chicago Test Cellular Network |
SCP-6708 | pending | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 3/6708 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 3/6708 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. 6708 Item #: SCP-6708 Level 3/6708 Secret Threat Level: Undetermined Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-███ [REDACTED] [REDACTED] N/A SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-6708 is housed within a windowless containment chamber with a reinforced locking mechanism. No surveillance equipment is to be installed within the chamber. Proper authorization from at least 13 members of the Overseer Council is required to enter the chamber. The shaft leading to the chamber where SCP-6708 was recovered has been filled with concrete. A small section of SCP-6708. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6708 is the designation given to a large mechanical device or machine, measuring approximately 8 cubic meters, composed of multiple rusted metal axles, bolts, gears, hydraulic compressors, levers, pistons, and other mechanical parts of various sizes. SCP-6708 weighs 196 kilograms and bears a single metal placard bolted on top of it reading "Department of Abnormalities". A key-operated safety switch is installed behind SCP-6708, although it appears to be defective due to the key being dislocated inside the lock cylinder, thereby keeping it affixed in the position labeled with the word 'DEACTIVATED'. Human subjects making direct skin contact with SCP-6708 report having several auditory hallucinations. These effects compound in severity the longer a subject is touching SCP-6708. The hallucinations reported includes: A loud guttural roar of an unknown animal organism. A machine or device vibrating loudly. Several sounds of flesh hitting metal. ADDENDUM 6708-1: Discovery SCP-6708 was first recovered in a large underground chamber located underneath an abandoned lighthouse in [REDACTED], Europe. The only known entrance into the chamber is through a 20-meter deep shaft under a hatch in the middle of the lighthouse's ground floor. The chamber consists of a large circular concrete room, approximately 50 meters in diameter. In the center of the room was SCP-6708, suspended in the air via four large carbon-steel chains. Surrounding it are multiple large metal cages1, with all of them containing traces of hydrochloric acid and dried blood. Directly on the bottom of SCP-6708 is a large pit, with a depth of around one kilometer. Exploration drones sent into the pit shows that it is almost 30% filled with multiple large skeletal remains, all of them belonging to an unknown reptilian species. Footnotes 1. Subsequent analysis revealed that one of the cages, located on the far corner, was torn open from the inside. |
SCP-6709 | thaumiel | Siddartha Alonne Visit my author page! Article: SCP-6709 — The Gang of Broken Dreams Author: Siddartha Alonne Translators: Siddartha Alonne, JackalRelated Author’s Note: A thank you for their feedback to Ardi0177 does not match any existing user name, Lo_Dev and DrConte. Special thanks to ThatGuyRichard for the idea mentioned in addendum-6709-1, an old article of his never published, to DrConte, Ardi0177 does not match any existing user name and Dr Aisenberg (in particular the first one), for beta-readings and tips. An even more special thank you to RevenantHeimdall does not match any existing user name, who unconciously helped me with the article’s brainstorming. It wouldn’t be the article that it is now without you, Heim. Thanks for proofreading the translation to JackalRelated and SphereFinale. Item#: 6709 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo Former Class: keter {$class-category-2} {$class-text-2} {$class-category-3} {$class-text-3} {$class-category-4} {$class-text-4} SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Due to the impossibility of collectively containing SCP-6709, any sightings of similar creatures must be attributed to hallucinations, false alarms or otherwise1 and its victim aided by auxiliary MTF Iota-7 "Fishermen". In the event that a sighting is accompanied by audio or video footage, such evidence is to be destroyed and witnesses are to be administered Class-A amnestics. Eventual victims are to be concealed per protocol. All captured instances are to be contained at Area DEUS2. 24/06/2015 UPDATE: Given the Item's reclassification and the approved accords, the Foundation is to aid SCP-6709 as per Oniricide Protocol. The anomaly will share as much information as possible with the project's heads and the Nootic & Onironautics Division. See ADDENDUM-6709-3 for further details. DESCRIPTION: SCP-6709 collectively denotes a group of anthropomorphic entities spotted in various parts of Italy. Despite deviations in physique, they share abilities of polymorphism and teleportation. SCP-6709 appear to choose their targets randomly3 — the only common aspect of the victims is them being in a state of REM sleep — and either proceeding to wake them up or even occasionally causing their death. It is theorized at least ███ SCP-6709 instances currently exist of which the most common forms follow: SCP-6709-A; humanoids standing at around 80 centimeters tall with accentuated wrinkles and long hair, massive build but overweight. The only clothing visible is a light brown outfit. Their modus operandi consists of entering the home of a victim and trying to cause as much turmoil as possible. In a minority of cases while the subject is asleep, they will make as little noise as possible and sit on the victim's abdomen, causing a sense of suffocation and paralysis which may be fatal. SCP-6709-B; beings resembling birds belonging to the Corvidae family. They differ from normal corvids in size and wingspan: the largest specimens have been seen reaching approximately 0.8 meters in height and 1.7 meters in wingspan. In addition to size, the most notable differences are the presence of two small cavicorn bony appendages — similar to the horns of bovids — and a beak and claws similar to those of velociraptors. They tend to hide in the vicinity of a sleeping subject4 and will try to draw their attention by croaking and tapping. If this does not bring the individual back into a conscious phase, they will take on more aggressive attitudes such as pecking forcefully and scratching with their talons, occasionally to the point of lethality. Areas most affected by SCP-6709 attacks The instances are noteworthy for resembling typical Italian cryptids: while instances of SCP-6709-A resemble the folkloric creatures affiliated to the Central and Southern parts of Italy5, -B instances appear similar to rare sightings of Buffardelli6 in the provinces of Lucca and La Spezia. It was initially hypothesized that the anomaly itself inspired the folkloric myths of the areas they occupy, but this has been disproven by historical records. HISTORY: A document of the Royal Institute of Italian Anomalies, concerning SCP-6079 — which, according to the Institute's files, were first sighted in Italy near the beginning of the twentieth century — arrived with the Institute’s integration into the Security System7. The System's actions until 1982 were limited to the destruction of footage and administration of amnestics due to the containment difficulties caused by the instances' teleportation ability8. ADDENDUM-6709-1 — INCIDENT 6709-████ From 1982 to 2014, no activity connected to SCP-6709 was recorded. On 17/01/2014, an explosion destroyed SCP-████9. Guards acting in a security role were taken by surprise and killed along with the remaining SCP-████-A instances following an attack by a flock of SCP-6709-B instances. It is reasonably theorized that the detonation was carried out by SCP-6709; reasons remain unclear UPDATE: See Interviews. ADDENDUM-6709-2 — LOG INTERVIEWS On 09/06/2015, an -A instance was reported in the province of Ravenna. A team of field agents managed to capture it using a portable version of the Reality Cell System. Following initial containment at Area DEUS, the anomaly (designated as SCP-6709-A-25) asked to talk to a Foundation member. Transcripts of the interviews held follow. INTERVIEWEE: SCP-6709-A-25 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Luca Longo AUXILIARY PERSONNEL: Agt. Cassandra Vitale as observer and security personnel. FOREWORD: A safety glass divides the chamber in half. 6709-A-25 is located on one side with a Reality Cell System activated. Dr. Longo: Audio on, video too. Let's start. (Doctor Longo turns to 6709-A-25.) Dr. Longo: So, your name as per protocol is 6709-A-25. Do you have your own name? 6709-A-25: No. Dr. Longo: You don't? What do you call each other? 6709-A-25: Well, "I", "you", "him", that stuff. Logical enough. Dr. Longo: Uh, fair enough. (Dr. Longo browses through the files on the table.) 6709-A-25: Just because you use them I don't see why we should. Dr. Longo: Yeah, yeah. There was this fishing company in Savona. We have proof your comrades killed all the workers and destroyed the building. Do you have any knowledge about that? 6709-A-25: Yes, that was us. Dr. Longo: Why? 6709-A-25: Well, they were those kind of people. Dr. Longo: Those kind of people? 6709-A-25: Yes. Wicked people. They don't differ much from hungry strays to me. Dr. Longo: It seems you're being unnecessarily harsh to a group that — as far as we know — had no connections to you. 6709-A-25: You're a doctor, yeah? The lady there called you a doctor. So, doctor, did you happen to see what remained when you analyzed one of them? Dr. Longo: I wasn't assigned to this anomaly nor is it my field, so no I didn't. And whatever was there was immediately restricted to a higher clearance so I wouldn't have been able to, anyway. 6709-A-25: What a shame. Anyone else here knows? Dr. Longo: Probably, but why does this matter, exactly? 6709-A-25: Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Inside each of… them, there was some particular text. Not even an engraving, no, there was just that, as if made with a felt-tip pen. Dr. Longo: Text… inside humans? (6709-A-25 smiles.) 6709-A-25: Hmpf, 'humans'. A bit overindulgent, are we? I know a human when I see one. These… husks — if I can call them that — weren't. Anyways inside each of them, there was a certain message. Whether it was behind the femur, inside the skull, next to the radius, wherever; it makes little difference. The text was uh, "To bring together the world at large, with your friends at the Oneiroi Collective", or something along those lines. Dr. Longo: Oneiroi? (To Agent Vitale.) Contact Rossi, Verdi, anyone. The entity possesses knowledge about classified material. (Turning to the instance.) So, the Collective created the company? 6709-A-25: Yeah. Dr. Longo: But why would they do that? 6709-A-25: That cult, what do you call it? Cult of the Eye? Something like that? Anyway, that cult controls people's minds. No idea how that's supposed to work, but it seems like whatever god they worship, it takes members' Shadows. Quite obviously, the Collective didn't like that. Dr. Longo: "Shadows"? 6709-A-25: Shadows, personal Oneirois, call it whatever you like. One's dream-self, basically. Everyone who sleeps has one. Even you. Dr. Longo: I see. And so, the Collective created the company to hunt the adepts? 6709-A-25: And try taking back Shadows, I guess. It's not quite necessary for them to have a real body to live. Dr. Longo: Freeing them sounds like a noble pursuit, however. Why would you stop them? 6709-A-25: As I said: taking back, not freeing. Believe me, signing your own death warrant is much, much better than ending up at the Collective. Dr. Longo: Yeah, well, 'till now we didn’t have many contacts with the Oneiroi. The ones we had were neutral at best. 6709-A-25: Imagine ending up in a slaughterhouse. What remains of you is… how do I say it? Twisted — yes — twisted, fused, severed, and re-attached in a pastiche of what you were before. The result's a flesh statue that resembles you much like a sculpture with no details does: barely looking like your silhouette. Now do the same with the human mind. Dr. Longo: I can imagine that. 6709-A-25: The best case scenario one could end up in is another collective, but if I were you I wouldn't risk that. Dr. Longo: What do you mean? 6709-A-25: There is more than one collective in dreams: they are all groups of Shadows united by ideas, areas, or the like — certainly not just one. We'd have to hunt down all of humanity otherwise. Some are a bit more scattered than others: the Collective is everywhere, but there will be one of theirs for every hundred other consciousnesses. In other words, one from Oneiroi West can be found every day, but one from the Collective, if all goes well, will never be. Of course, thanks to us. We take care of those few loose cannons that are here before they become really dangerous. You know, that's actually also why I'm here. To talk. Dr. Longo: Explain that. 6709-A-25: You see, usually we work like this: when someone that has a Shadow working for the Collective sleeps, their Shadow works harder to discuss and plan for anything related to exploiting this world and helping their kind. When me and my comrades wake 'em up, that slows down their plans — albeit slightly. Nonetheless we feel like we just can't let 'em be. In the worst-case scenario, we send the birds to take care of them and knock them out for good. Seems that killing them here kills their dream-self too. Then once we get the job done, we hide in some secret corner, disappear, and then return when there’s work to do. Easy stuff, but with my fellow fighters captured it's becoming much more difficult. Dr. Longo: And you came here in order to ask us to free them. 6709-A-25: That is my request. Dr. Longo: I will discuss this with my superiors. Thank you for your cooperation. AFTERWORD: The SCP-6709 case has been transferred to the Nootic & Onironautics Division due to its connection to the Oneiroi Collective. The instances contained have been sent to Site-77. Doctor Marta Solei has been put in charge of the project due to her knowledge concerning the GoI. INTERVIEWEE: SCP-6709-A-25 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Marta Solei AUXILIARY PERSONNEL: N/A FOREWORD: A safety glass divides the chamber in half. 6709-A-25 is located on one side with a Reality Cell System activated. Dr. Solei: Everything's in order and operating. Let's start. (To the instance.) You already know your assigned name, 6709-A-25. 6709-A-25: Yes, ma'am. Dr. Solei: Perfect. Before we can discuss freeing your friends, I have several questions to ask you. 6709-A-25: More questions? Dr. Solei: Yes. Because of the recent discoveries, some more queries popped up; nothing too long, alright? 6709-A-25: Okay. Dr. Solei: Very good. First things first: from the 1980s up until about a year ago, there was no trace of your group. What happened? 6709-A-25: Oh, that… well, it's a tad complicated. If I may, I'd like to answer with a question: do you happen to know of Zagrobnika10? (Dr. Solei remains silent.) Dr. Solei: Za… Zagrobnika? (Pauses.) What a coincidence. I don't think anyone outside of my Croatian colleagues knows anything about it. You know, I had relatives back in Zagrobnika. 6709-A-25: Oh. My condolences. Dr. Solei: Oh, no, no, fortunately, they all escaped in time. But I know what happened to it. 6709-A-25: And I think you know of its consequences, too. Dr. Solei: After the city was destroyed11, the European collective consciousnesses could no longer communicate with each other, correct? 6709-A-25: Closer to an attempt to swim armless between distant islands. Dr. Solei: Hm. And what happened in 2014? 6709-A-25: From what I understood, whatever webs that were lost in Zagrobnika were recreated by someone. Who? Where? We don’t know. We have no idea.12 Dr. Solei: I see. 6709-A-25: Now, could we discuss my imprisoned comrades? Dr. Solei: If you could just bear with me a little longer, I still have some more questions. 6709-A-25: Doctor – if that's your title – time is running out. Every second here we're using to discuss is a second me and my fellow fighters could have used to help. Do you understand how much time we're wasting? Dr. Solei: I do, A-25. We have to make sure that you don't have any ulterior motives. 6709-A-25: Ulterior motives? I thought we dispensed of that silly stuff earlier. Dr. Solei: A-25, this is standard procedure. You see, we might give you the benefit of the doubt and think you're acting for good, but doesn't "dangerous until proven otherwise" seem more logical than "safe until proven otherwise"? (6709-A-25 remains silent.) 6709-A-25: Entirely fair. It's just that… well, I care deeply about our mission. To think that anyone would accuse us of having ulterior motives… Dr. Solei: I understand you, but as you said, we're wasting precious time. 6709-A-25: Yes, it seems so. I was thinking… earlier you mentioned "standard procedure", no? Yet that other doctor said you've already dealt with them. Do you occasionally fight in the dream realm? Dr. Solei: We haven't had much contact with the Oneiroi recently, but yes, we usually deal with them too. 6709-A-25: You seem — how do I say it — very advanced? Dr. Solei: Get to the point, A-25. 6709-A-25: Um, well, it's a bit awkward after my whining, but… yes, I’m interested in your group. Because of what happened with that company, I would say that we definitely got off on the wrong foot; you see, doctor, you said that recently you don't find this kind of people anymore, but you have the strength to deal with it nonetheless. On the contrary, we may be numerous, fast, and… all that, but it's fairly rare that any of us actually manages to defeat a Shadow. Dr. Solei: You want our groups to collaborate? 6709-A-25: Yes. Yes, indeed. Dr. Solei: Wait here. I'll talk to my boss. [THE FOLLOWING 20 MINUTES HAVE BEEN OMITTED FOR BREVITY] (Doctor Solei returns to the room. Nicola Rossi, Site-77's Mind Studies Department's Director, follows her.) Dr. Solei: I apologize for the delay, A-25, but to recap: you will detect dream anomalies, we will help you contain them. Is that correct? 6709-A-25: Well, it's a bit more complicated than that… if I could discuss it with my comrades so that we can reach a proper agreement, everything would be much easier. Dir. Rossi: A-25, do you remember what Doctor Solei told you earlier? 6709-A-25: "Dangerous until proven otherwise" is better than "safe until proven otherwise"? Dir. Rossi: Indeed. I’m going to turn off the system that is blocking you and open the door behind you. Don’t try to disappear, there are agents present to re-contain you in an instant. Make a single misstep and your entire group will be marked as hostile to the Foundation and quelled in its entirety without permission to fulfill you so-called "mission". Do exactly what we tell you and you will gain a favorable alliance for your faction. Have I made myself clear? (Instance remains silent.) 6709-A-25: Yes, sir. Dir. Rossi: (Turns to the camera.) Go. (The Reality Cell System is deactivated and the door on the instance’s side opens. 6709-A-25 exits the chamber.) Dr. Solei: Director? Dir. Rossi: Yes? Dr. Solei: Did you ask for permission to… Dir. Rossi: (Taking the floor.) Is the mic still on? Good. Marta, you and Longo have done a great job. Any containment breaches, damage, or information leaks caused by A-25 will be my responsibility, you two won't suffer consequences. On the other hand if everything goes as it should, we'll have a new ally thanks to you. Dr. Solei: I guess the whole SCP-6709 containment thing was a farce? Dir. Rossi: Of course. Alternate between the carrot and the stick, right? You're the carrot and I'm the stick. Let's see where this ride goes. AFTERWORD: Various technologies and assets of the Foundation were shown to SCP-6709-A-25, who was declared the liaison between the Foundation and SCP-6709 following an internal discussion within the latter. ADDENDUM-6709-3 — MESSAGE-6709 Days later the second interview, a letter arrived at Site-77 signed by an entity who — according to 6709-A-25 — is SCP-6709’s leader. Greetings, Foundation. I, trickster lord and chief of the dreamshield, am asking for your help in fighting the Mindache. These are dark times and in dark times heroes must stand together against forces of evil. Our enemy is devious, smart, invisible; yet harmless when the hero has a good nose and a swift arm. Would you kindly be the arm that answers to us, the nose? In case you choose to fight this battle together with us, here are the conditions I, the Maskinganna, placed: 1. Help from your agents: When a Shadow wakes up and sees who is bothering it, rest assured that it will show no mercy. As valiant as my men are, they are not invincible. Your weapons are powerful and can stop the Shadows. 2. Erase evidence of our passage: In the unfortunate event that the Mindache discovers the intent of our group, they will do what they can to make us public knowledge. In doing so, sneaking around and passing as legendary creatures will be significantly more difficult. We therefore ask for those medicines of yours that make one forget to be used. 3. 25 kilograms of various supplies each winter: We do not exactly require nourishment; yet on a full stomach, our strength and heart are at their peak, especially in the harshest, coldest, and darkest of seasons when we must be most spurred to defend dreams from the Mindache. 4. Nightmare-trapping mechanisms: We are aware of technologies of yours that are able to trap the Mindache, called "Inibipator System" 13. When in crisis, evil Shadows can leave their physical bodies to their fate. With this we will be sure that all will be brought to justice in your hands. However, it will be us and us alone who will decide when a Shadow should come to you and when it should cease to exist. No exceptions. 5. Less visible Shadows: It would be beyond ridiculous to think that humans are the only ones who can be affected by the Mindache. Plants, animals, no one is safe. For obvious reasons certain plants are insurmountable obstacles for us, so we will ask for your help in destroying or nullifying them. If you agree to these conditions, we will help you hunt down the Mindache. We eagerly await your response… even though we predict your answer already. All of best regards, Maskinganna Trickster lord and chief of the dreamshield After agreeing to the arrangements, a group of Iota-7 agents were assigned as an aid team for SCP-6709, which was reclassified as a Thaumiel-class object. Since the beginning of this collaboration, over ██ anomalies and entities affiliated with the Oneiroi Collective, █ of which terminated at the request of SCP-6709, have been successfully identified and contained. N. Rossi, you have one (1) new message! Footnotes 1. The fabrication of false evidence to appear that the intrusion was from a burglar or a similar perpetrator is permitted. 2. Division of Esoterical and Universal Studies, Italian Containment Initiative's high-risk experimental area. 3. UPDATE: See ADDENDUM-6709-2. 4. Victims often stated they felt like they were suffocating and under pressure at this stage. 5. Including calabrian Laurieddhu and Aure, Mazapégul from Romagna, luccan Linchetti and lucanian Monachicchi. 6. Note how usually Buffardello are described as an elf similar to the -A instances and more rarely as a bird. It is believed that this inconsistency can be attributed to the polymorphic capabilities of instances. 7. The Anomalous Materials Information and Security System (often shortened as "Security System") was, until 1996, Italy's secret government agency that dealt with the anomalous. Following a failed coup d'etat and the defunding received, the System sustained a considerable resizing that resulted in the Italian Government accepting the operating of the Foundation in Italy, barred until then. 8. Continued containment was only possible by the Foundation after the development of the Reality Cell System in the 2000s. 9. Until then, SCP-████ was an in-situ Thaumiel-class anomaly. The object was formerly a company that dealt with the production of fish preserves, with just one headquarters at Savona (Liguria). A noted peculiarity of the company was that anomalous employees (SCP-████-A) were capable of specifically hunting members of the Cult of the Great Eye of the Mediterranean via anomalous means (further information in the apposite documentation). 10. FROM THE DATABASE OF PLACES OF INTEREST: FP-07, known as Zagrobnika, was a Free Port in Croatia characterized by the high density of humans with extra-psychic (or psionic) abilities. 11. In 1980, Global Occult Coalition destroyed FP-07. According to the GOC statement, the Port was a necessary casualty in the liquidation of an Oneiroi-related Type Black entity affecting the psionics inhabiting it. 12. I can ask the Spanish Containment Project for a declassification concerning this, but I fear it will take a while. —Dr. Solei 13. Referring to the Inibipatic shielding system. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-6709" by Siddartha Alonne and JackalRelated, from the SCP Wiki. 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